Walking on eggshells
Tight lipped
Uncertain of every word spoken
Least the tempest
Will be released
Roaring
Waves splashing
Wind storm blowing
Boat rocking
Turquoise water falling
Aimed for shore
Making no headway
Two feet forward
Three feet back
Capsizing imminent
Apocalyptical
Which way will it end
Will there be a future
If I wrangle in emotions
And keep a chain on tongue
Nothing can harm
Wherein there lies
The Holy Spirit
Who my strength
Provides
Always remember
Like in the song of old
Peace, be still
Peace, be still
Peace, peace be still!
finis'
it had once been a startling mountain top in the stream
until the currents rid tides and flash floods had other ideas
the river gods streamed an apocalyptical cleansing of souls
and pointed in four directions for storm cloud’s release
to choose from as if flotsam had any say in the matter
dolphins know best and they clung to next tale of the ride
23red September 2021
bite size poem no 21
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
astounding layers
of ignorance
spreads
in the green land
of bliss
i am an orphan
opening the
wings of
compassion
blue peacocks
dance
in the hope of
apocalyptical rain
astounding layers of
ignorance
spreads in the green
land of bliss
i am an orphan
opening the wings of
compassion
blue peacocks dance
in the hope of
apocalyptical rain
apocalyptical surrender
no one touching her
withered leaves are falling
her heart - a canopy
mortal face of beauty
smudged by evil rains
search for inner shelter
broken glass of puzzle
pony tail of sorrow
smile of timid child
empty nest enduring
reality of time
Clarisse of Eastern Paris
children mocking her
waiting for her route
She was never seen again...
for Matt's Contest: Fictitious Person
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