A silent scream spreads through the night,
A bittersweet joy in the darkness,
In a world of sour sweetness,
Joyful sadness waltzes bright.
A deafening whisper calls us near,
While noisy silence fills the day;
Jumbo shrimp and icy flames,
They play their little big matches.
Living dead and peaceful strife,
A false truth in everyday life,
An awkward relaxed grace, a surprise,
Truthful lies hide in plain sight.
With cruel kindness, we laugh as we cry,
with open secrets that`re not hidden,
A false reality touches the air,
An uncertain certainty spreads apace.
In shameless honour, a giggle grows,
As chaotic order settles,
Across untimely time and space,
Where grave funny oxymorons lie.
As upswept, a dune
And o'er deserts on
This deedness of feeling left you with in
Heart's own barren place?
"Harsh words, and burning
Of a cruel, fierce man
Yes; as such tumbleweed left me, therein.
Rootless. Blown apace."
It grows and grows....
On private lawns and in the wild, it shows
It smiles at the sun before the day begins
And it winks when it catches a cool wind
Through the storm and rain, it grows
Its place and purpose on Earth, God knows
It drinks from Mother Nature's nourishing cup
It stays and stands strong in the sun as it gazes up
-- AIN'T LYIN' --
Often stepped on, pulled, and sprayed, but never dismayed, like a lion it comes roaring back
Back like it never left, just like that
In early spring, bees and butterflies compete to be in the same space
Just a buzzing and fluttering with energy apace
But man, oh man, he comes to cut, pull, and spray without delay
In his feigned egoistic genius, he doesn't realize it was meant to stay
-- AIN'T LYIN' --
Plentiful food and medicine for man to consume
But he sweeps it away like a hand with a broom....
From its deep roots to its green leafy tips
It heals, nourishes, and strengthens; only truth comes from these lips
Long live the dandelion,
I Ain't Lyin'
The strap on my leather bag broke,
Its usefulness gone up in smoke.
My old shoe repair,
Like most others, not there,
So on Google my fingers did poke.
I found a small old-fashioned place;
Good reviews from the neighborhood base.
So I brought in my bag,
A short walk, not a drag,
And the owner stitched it up apace.
Eighteen bucks, which I gratefully paid;
The repair looks like it was well-made.
I asked, “Why did it break?”
He said, “There’s no mistake.
Nothing lasts for all time, I’m afraid.”
For that reason, his business exists,
But since life has ironic-type twists,
In these sneaker-clad days,
Tradesmen’s work hardly pays,
Though his livelihood somehow persists.
Days grow shorter apace
the sun races ‘cross the sky
Evening shadows intrude
on our afternoons
The waves collapse a bit
day-by-day in on themselves
Summer’s endless surf
~ stowaway on the shelf
"A kiss is a silence that says everything there is to say." Guy Maupassant.
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The Silent Kiss
In the dead stillness of the early morn
When day`s orb is still below the horizon
When the fading full moon faintly lights the sky
And the southerly breeze is smooth and shy
Pearly drops of dews in silence kiss the blooms
As the first soft and silent kiss of a bridegroom.
It is a quiet kiss with glows of grace
On velvet petals as on a silken face
To mark the coming of a bright new day
Make way to bear heat of the sun rays
As flowers dance with the subtle breeze
And dawn`s golden light spills through the tallest trees.
The sweetness of each kiss hangs as tiny stars
Sparkling with shines of light from a realm afar
The lotus, lily and lavender bloom anew
Beaming with the silent kiss of the morning dew
A symphony of sweet scent spreads apace
Nature`s mellifluous perfume in the space.
Autumn (TSF)
Autumn`s
Beauty
In leaves,
Saffron
Tinted
Flying
In space
Air crisp
With winds
Earth scent
Rancid
With fruits
Fallen
Apace
Symbol
Of age
Grey hair
Wrinkles
Weak bones
Life`s speed
Low gear
Nature`s
Cycle
Sweet sour
Lesson
Of life
No ground
To fear.
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The Breeze of Silence
So often we perceive
Falsehood conveyed as truth,
Half-truth staged as real
In most quarters of life,
With silence lending hands
For lies to blow apace.
Bumble Bee Hiku 37
b u z z i n g b u m b l e b e e
e n s a
l . . . . p
l a
o . . . . c
s p r e a d s p . . . . . e~
n a t u r e`s g ~e ~n ~t ~l ~e m -y –s –t –e –r –y.
Isaiah 49:10 - “Shout for joy, you heavens; rejoice, you earth; burst into song, you mountains! For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones.”
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Compassion
The prime of human virtues, Compassion,
A divine trait as Ordained in Scriptures
Leads Man to help his own kind with passion
And Paint others as brothers and sisters
Of a single race spread Across the space
Receiving same Shine of the sun apace
Enjoying same Sparks of moonlight at night
And Ignited by the same divine light
Offered by grace of the Almighty Lord
Whom to lend diverse Names we can afford.
Apostate, apostrophe?
Faces in the crowd?
Scenes in plays, dramatic be!
Bury deep, O shroud...
Queens of high end greatness?
These exist, but are rare.
Golem, gold. Take thy best guess!
Could be anywhere...
Fair? Life? Dance upon my knife!
Hollow hills and strife.
Flickering like notes a-fife?
Raw roundabout rife...
Wife, thy furious temper-main!
Deep as ocean blue!
Vampire, best avoid that vein!
What the hell to do?
Lament? Over duress stark.
Cold core confuse call.
How indeed the day gets dark...
Placer soil of Saul...
What the heck has happened here?
What did I just write?
Prophet wisdom gets severe!
Fate, been feeling bright?
Light atop the high cliff face?
Hope for sparks apace.
Otherwise be-fevered chase!
Crushed in carapace...
Harpsichord in heaven?
Cubic or spherical?
Bread, O baker? Leaven.
Just flicker as you fall...
Dancing lights apace in space?
Watch them in her face.
Ghost, vanish without a trace!
Gold, case, carapace!
Desert floor in winter?
No more than one inch, snow.
Shredder, got a splinter?
Tormented, O my foe.
Panels, dance about the night!
Sparks in porcelain!
Falcon, gather wind in flight!
How we'll meet again...
Yellow eyed priest, bid the feast!
Shepherd, are ye fleeced?
Squire, page, are the wheels a-greased?
Only if they're pieced.
Connect, O my fibers!
Build high the city walls!
If they're born to jibe, sirs;
They're bound for taking falls.
Tyrant of the borderland?
Show them how we stand!
Crush them in thy hardest hand!
Order countermand!
Silence in the place of whole?
Remotely control.
Ye gods, what is mortal soul?
Golden light a-bowl.
imprinted
activity
dynamic
movement
stilled
en
f f-ast-forward
race
into
the fourth
dimension-
where light,movement&speed
gathers
apace
| From lack of reason, to quotients of densest space
| Through the iris of an eye, voids are commonplace
| Stubborn pervasive doubt, projects across the face
| Reassured again when mindsets find a bright place
| Still if one can’t see god, photons will bring a trace
| Filtered through life’s prism, heaven refracts apace
ENDWORD
What intimacy is its cause,perhaps
an immaculate conception of words;
too swift to comprehend,see or
recognise.The moment is there
and then is not.Gone with the wind
the seed of idea remains, to
germinate and gestate,fanned by a
mental fragrance of elation.Slowly
self-transcending a word into a phrase,
a sentence to a strophe;a rhyme
rides a waterfall of cadence,
into a chasm of verse. Terse or
long, the sonnet becomes a little song,
struggles to arrive.Thrust forth upon
my page;a bastard-born of pain
MY POETIC BIO
Alliteration,the starting place, alongside
cinquains,apace in time,crystalline
lanterne and rhyme.Inspiration drew forth
footle,broken monoku &emagi for a while short
imagist was my style.Sequenced longer
poems metamorphose within this crysallis
changing into ekphrasis.Open,and free to be,
as you see,structured prose poetry.With
cadence and pause,others hear my voice
Open VERSE now this poet’s choice.
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