All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore!
Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming
Of shying lovers in meeting pour
Whom expectations, sunrays in flurry,
The sky makes dawn red, and Sun allures
The air, in restless breeze cavorting,
By promised things which procure
A blushful pink, on allusion's canvas,
The whimsy sky in homely warmth pleasured
Into a fecund rosiness, its secrets goaded,
Flee from shadowed swathes: staid, demure;
And where played curt poem, autumn moon;
Is a sky by the the bold and brash secured
Categories:
amnesic, fate, life,
Form: Free verse
A spark erupts, setting alight a formidable flame.
Casting ascending vivid flickers of amber gleaming.
Ignited fervor, unbeknownst from whence it came.
The ominous blaze glares through the windows beaming.
A thunderous crackle incites a violent burn.
Engaged by inferno, timber joists integrity weakens.
As smoke engulfs the structural core in turn.
Roaring fevered holocaust ensues the blight it beacons.
Heroic sirens wail in desperation, hastily traversing town.
To cease the fiery devastation, cast upon the vastly disintegrating abode.
With forceful halt upon arrival, a bursting hose aimed toward the chateau's fallen crown.
Blasts of saturation work to snuff the flames encapsulating trusses, frame, and lode.
Now left with smoldering embers, a result of amnesic mistake.
A forgotten glowing candle, leaving destruction in its wake.
Categories:
amnesic, fire,
Form: Sonnet
Sitting on the kerb, watching ants toil to death
I bemused myself with a thought,
What if i was god, simply drowned in pleading seas and wanton waters
Not aware of my true visage
Lost and forgotten living life till death
The ultimate homage to my creation living as they do
What if the sacrifice had been too much
A father lets his only son die
Retreated into human insanity
Angels lost in love, demons no longer in fear
Praying to myself or refuting my existence
The lonliest entity seeks a saviour
And no-one to hear The Lords prayer
Just like one of us
watching his ants toil to death
Categories:
amnesic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A god's dream is existence
In the hearts of these amnesic men
Most are insomniacs.
Lackadaisical,
whose survival
would always be undermined.
Then we colonize
Make them walk on their feet.
Blinded by their ego,
we neo-colonize
And I think, they still need to be recolonized
Gust of wind in them when luxury comes
Like an electrical surge,
they bring looted fortunes to us
Oh, a sudden rush
All, all, all of it
What surfeit! Clouded race
If you are white ,
you must be a supreme being
I am white
" formalised
" civilised
" plagiarized
" pride
" overestimated
" ..proud
What has Elysium got?
Good tidings?
Air food ?
Free jets ?
Sky cars?
Invisible structures?
We are making them
Trust me
We are making them !
Just as we made a car / a fish
Just as we made networking /a storm
Just as we made power / heat
Just as we made robots / men
Categories:
amnesic, africa, betrayal,
Form: ABC
The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.
Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.
*
The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.
Blaming
the punctuation.
*
No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.
The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.
*
Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical ?
The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.
Satish Verma
Categories:
amnesic, art,
Form: ABC
The clouds pass silently above
On their way to infinity;
Sojourners drifting in the sky;
Compliantly acquiescent
to whims of dominating winds.
Our paths to perpetuity
are like those hovering above:
Short time stays in this dimension
crammed with egregious egotism;
Marvel at insignificance
as though it were significant.
Our egos pass, notwithstanding,
into amnesic nothingness.
Categories:
amnesic, character,
Form: Verse
We are but clay,
Soon to crumble to dust, fade 'way-
After the Cold Hand's call
And the dead bells' knell
We are no more than memories-
In the mind of an amnesic-
Our voices timely lullabies
Our ideas bombs on count-down.
Soon the winds start browling,
And the seas a-raiding
No more singing birds
As nature sinks to sleep-
The somnolence weighs over mankind
The latter, like Jezebel, is but having a make-up.
Behold the mask, behold the impostors!
Humans veiled to conceal scalding faces:
No mourning veils, no remorse
As humans take another shape.
Categories:
amnesic, abuse, betrayal, conflict, confusion,
Form: Ballad
A day away from work comes only once
A day away from hurdles which makes me pounce
Such a day, blissful, is spent by being ecstatic
Such a day makes me amnesic!
A day given to my art, known as writing
Once or twice a month, it is what keeps me breathing
A day spent with my dreams in weaving,
Best comes the time of penning!
A day also dedicated to the Muses
They know best how to tend bruises
Pain gives way to relief
As feels the bandit in his mischief!
A whole day filled with writing verses
Such a day makes me the sole chief
Accompanying me are all the universes
Such goes my joy in brief!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Placed 7th in Letting your Hair Down contest
Sponsored by Yasmin Khan
Categories:
amnesic, art, day, me, day,
Form: Quatern
'Twas my decision to depart,
Delude myself I can't.
No flagrant town or cedar horse,
Scourged at heels to hasten.
No burnished son of Amon-Ra,
Embossed his seal upon my cheek.
Chased through channels I was not,
Beneath the Sea I went.
Prospect, guiling motivation,
Subtle was thy goading stick.
Naive were my intentions,
Quixotic thoughts of mastery.
If will could spur this planet back,
Would I my own extend?
The answer is uncertain,
for time we cannot bend.
A lover's mouth, firmly closed,
'Tis like the verdant grass I miss,
Or long dead friend, I'll never hug,
Amnesic our companionship.
Mortal lustre loses shine,
Flesh depleted by and by.
Revoked is our replenishment,
But landscape shall endure.
Though many shades of green exist,
Only one I yearn to view.
Others are the same as mist,
Compared to thee my homely hue.
Categories:
amnesic, sad
Form: Prose Poetry
Treasures and little
Trinkets in my mind
I hoard and save them
As maybe a retirement gift
From me to me
Moments stolen for
A passionate kiss
A tearful bellyache laugh
A true embrace
A moment of regret
That I could
never take back
Because perfect isn't
At all memorable
And memories will
Be our only treasures
One old aged day
And I want to be rich
Filthy rich of moments
I can't forget
Moments that make
My mind remember
How to smile when
My heart may not
Remember how to
Beat perfectly and
My body forgets health
The amnesic corners
Of my mouth will
Involuntarily smile as
It reminisces your kiss
And the way my young
Legs quivered at your mercy
Categories:
amnesic, introspection, nostalgiasmile,
Form: Free verse