The store is a low-level spaceship
in a starless lot.
The sparsely parked cars
have leagues of loneliness between them.
No one comes or goes they merely slipstream
through a personal invisibility.
Beyond the gliding glow
of glass doors
the anchorless roam
between the high stacked
and glitter wrapped.
Anyone that matters in the daylight
is not here,
Then he sees her,
moons slung from each ear,
she with the dragon tattoo arm sleeve,
her small, half-cupped breasts
daring anyone to be kind.
He wants to be near to her,
yet he only an itinerant broker of bad news.
The few that are here will leave separately
to tunnel into more makeshift hours,
and he must drive far enough away
to be a distance from himself.
Categories:
anchorless, poetry,
Form: Free verse
I didn’t know why on us the sky suddenly fell,
but in the deracinating storm
we got uprooted from the native soil,
and wandered hapless anchorless,
like the floating driftwood,
until she found a distant alien land for us
to live and thrive again.
Times were real hard,
under the scorching sun of suffering,
and swept by the spewing squall of uncertainty,
she used her weary hands to construct my life,
toiled for years and built for me a nest,
from where I soared in my sky,
flew to the horizon where I am today.
A time came when my job took me to another city,
and had to leave her all alone in the old house,
she won’t desert the home she toiled to make,
but promised me in a letter, the only one I got,
conveying her heart, she would come one day,
and live with me.
That day never came,
she left her old home,
went to her new abode,
to live with the angels.
The love of my mother inscribed in her letter
is a precious memorabilia treasure, I’ve lost.
If I get the box containing my missing things,
the first thing I would look for
would be the letter of my mother,
the only one.
Categories:
anchorless, missing, mother son,
Form: Free verse
The tapestry of the indigo sky,
weaved with the strips of silver cloud,
merges with the still sea in the blues.
The dislodged boulders strewn as dry debris,
away from the waterfront of desire,
symbolize my broken dreams.
The anchorless empty boat
drifts away from the shore of longing.
I feel connected with its desolation
for being away from the home you made for me,
that is lodged isolated in the yonder rocky ledge.
I am in the ruins with my splintered heart,
listen to the voice of the anguished soul.
Mutilated mind constructs the precinct of recluse,
encases the stifling loneliness of poignant prison
where the sad psyche languishes
with the unsurmountable agony relentlessly
negating the perspective of hope in mental affliction.
The cauldron of dissonance remote from rhythm of life,
its void filled with drops of depression in adagio.
My latent desires are demolished,
and the malleable mind yields to nostalgia,
the remnant of yearning shrouded in melancholy.
Categories:
anchorless, art, nostalgia, sorrow,
Form: Ekphrasis
Within the clasping orbit of the craving life
I gravitate toward the self-seeking centre,
get sucked into the black hole of ego,
the survival struggle consumes me.
In the anchorless drift of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts envelope my senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of emotions drags my mind
into the transient tide of the changing times,
the inner voice of conscience echoes.
Beneath the surface of mortal perception,
my mind builds the sensual images
with the contours of new insight,
on the fleeting canvas of awareness.
Rising from the dismal abyss of agony,
I see the light of wisdom illumine the soul,
attain the sublime state of consciousness,
discern instantly the divine harmony.
I abandon the ego trapped in the psychic web,
strive to evaluate the meaning of existence
in the scale of soul’s quotient of spiritual wisdom,
the portal then opens to the sanctum of profound bliss.
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April 16, 2023
Contest : A Wisdom Download
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
anchorless, spiritual, wisdom,
Form: Free verse
What is Life
A—The opposite of death
B—To be conscious and aware
C—Any entity that grows
D—A prison sentence
What is Love
A—The opposite of hate
B—An all powerful emotional bond
C—The reason we grieve
D—Nothing in tennis
What is Lust
A—The opposite of indifference
B—Desire for carnal pleasure
C—Arousal of a fantasy
D—Innuendo by morning glory
What is Time
A—The opposite of busy
B—Anchorless ways to measure Life
C—Meaningless when in Love
D—Endless if tormented by Lust
The Multiple Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
10/02/23
Categories:
anchorless, allusion, deep, perspective,
Form: List
they talk incessantly of flashbulbs
rickety stories, anchorless
friends are geometries
everytime they sit
in an isosceles triangle
two or more persons
form a conspiracy
the tongue is a genie
smuggling, plotting, spying
friendship, brinksmanship, companionship
all ships are enclosed in bottles
Categories:
anchorless, friendship,
Form: Free verse
A sprawling sun it's anchor plucks
Drifting anchorless, below the horizon ducks
A canopic relic storing spent day in timeless trust
Well-timed descent bearing the residual thrust
Borne with gilded shades of chardonnay shadowing Helios's lust
A lustful pinwheel of spent angel dust
On flaming angelic wings his smoldering ember doth swagger and sway
Swaying, burnished folds swiveling in neon crust
Swiveled caricature of fleeting, ruddy bust
Smoldering, fleeting climax appended to day's heated fray
Abridging shadows of gray pall the libidinous display
Displaying the deviant beams from Selene's hideaway
Selene casts a melancholy disk her tides to foam
Brokered tidings from Helios's now distant dome
Categories:
anchorless, adventure, art, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
was so upset and mixed up
the web of emotions so complex
my heart sobbed and tears dried
my mind numbed and pretty well froze
I was aimless and anchorless wandering
feeling down and out and at a future bleak
you came in like fresh breeze scented and cool
you held me soft cradeled and cosily warm and safe
I squirmed for warmth and you blew in a hot ballast
warming me so well and comfortable in al pores and ways
you spew love that overflowed thoug you were so unsure
I grabbed all that you strew in my direction like an orphan
and continued the genrous take
till one fine day I heard and saw
for sure and dead sure
that you had come
from a hurt
recent
a bad one and so curt.
I adore the rebuilding energy that you possess...you regenerated mine and we are
resurrected.
Categories:
anchorless, lifeme,
Form: Free verse
Joy, they named for themselves, the future's blind
Oyster to drink your sand. In salt tides love rises
Yearning to part the twinning shell and there resign.
Empress of the emerald seas, my ship for rich prizes
Listed its name, cargoing only your pure laden weight
Anchorless against the blustering report of bad winds.
I desired you alone, and for you I you alone I freight
Nature's nagging Testament jettisoned among the fins
Eternal glimpse of glee. O how my ship prized your worth
Well in tons delicious of my dreams, your sweet waters
Ecstatic upon the plunging foray of my keel, port
Leaning through tempting triangles, the pirate pesters
Lack speed's pursuit, and through doldrums I evade
Incessant wrongs, until your wild waves wanton decree
Numbed wind and sail in me. Flirtingly you delayed
Giving my ship to port, and then soon abandoned me
Tideless in a salt bog of tears where I logged deceit
Once in a while I come down to the sea, the old receipt
Nested in my mastless fingers, to wail my loss in you.
Categories:
anchorless, education, lost love
Form: Acrostic
Where the water washes white surfs across
Sand banks porous with green dreams in our hearts
Where the sun surveys the wet desert of loss
The salt thread like blood stitching together our parts
Find me there wandering the wailing shores
I am a new citizen with ancient desires still
Living on the restless rim of of crinkled azures;
Watching history bleach my memory of will.
Here I pine to see my mother whole as I am
Here I pray for justice from the impaled lamb
This Caribbean sea that pens my rage in me
Water where my ancestors footsteps no imprints leave
Of vast voyages now void on the Atlantic lea
This Caribbean sea in modern voice I cannot grieve
My people sundered like a broken ship
Mastless, anchorless, drifting drumless on weed
My people bleeding from tongue lash and whip
And no Cudjoe, Tacky, or Boukman to intercede
I am a citizen of the rim, a place undefined
In the subtle representations where I'm maligned.
Here in this world of diverse languages and shade
Across the bloodless salt of shrivelled water we trade.
Categories:
anchorless, historypeople, sea, water, people,
Form: Verse