The glimmer in their eyes, they’re struck by your complexion.
What they would give to have that same reflection
to walk into a room and feel every head just turn
it’s a power, it’s a skill, but not one you can learn.
No matter what you say, no matter what you do
they’re all transfixed, glued to the screen that lights up on you.
You’re shining brighter at every look, with every breath that you took. In blue or red or sparkling black, all the colours have your back.
The leading character of every play,
everyone holds on to the words you say.
You’re a precious stone no one could pawn
you hold them all, heartstrings you’ve torn.
What I must know, before you go
how does it feel to erupt such magic?
I can’t imagine to invite such passion,
wearing all these shades of tragic.
All I want is just a fraction of their desire, their satisfaction.
If I’m close to you, will I feel brand new?
Will the shimmer reach across to me, too?
Or as I said not too long ago, is it something I’ll just never know?
For I can’t change what it is they see; the one they want, well it isn’t me.
mouth unable to form words
then sounds of desperation
inspired by wisdoms presence
awestruck I retreat into silence
Vast dome of night sky,
Spark slices through dark, fleeting—
Desert awash in light.
In silence, ancient secrets,
Shadows yield to the bright dance.
Awestruck
My pellucid teddy had been left in the kitchen overnight
someone had scratched its eyes off
The eyes had been dark green buttons taken from
a nazi uniform that had belonged to my uncle, who joined
the Hitler army to fight the Russian communists.
My mother, the communist, didn’t care for her brother
1945, he was declared missing in action, therefore, not
stated as dead; had he been around now, he would have
been 120 old and admired for fighting the Russians
How we, in the West, love hating them and also when
Yeltsin was in power, patronizing them because we covertly
think they are stupid.
The cat coming in from the terrace jumped up on my lap
yawned; her night had been busy.
he's never
met anyone
like her.
captivating
sparkle in her eyes!
she leaves him
a w e s t r u c k;
his spirits
in flight
his heart won...
at first sight.
so in love, he can't
imagine life without
her...
she gives it meaning.
(yalto)
"Yalto" is a form invented by yours truly
Line 1-15: 3,4,2,4,5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables
Date written: 08/29/2022
Wonder-stricken moments inspire
In an arena rife with engaging voices
A mecca for eclectic choices
Sharing muses, a communal desire
Men and women of words demasked
Thoughts described with stark imagery
Biblical verses so sweet, epitaphs, trilogy
Raw realization well penned as tasked
Bawdy limerick, narrative stories so illusive
Metered, acrostic, ten times ten, dizain
Couplets, two lines, four stanzas quatrain
Haikus, senryu’s, etherees, tight and inclusive
Stories told of life and death, love, sublime
Emersed in a cabaret, poets of Renaissance
Roused by your words and every nuance
An honor to be amongst you masters of rhyme
I found you by mere chance a stroke of luck
Chosen to witness your genius, I’m awestruck
In Honor Of Poetry Soupers
P.S. I Love You
Written 2/21/22
Normally it is I who astounds
But this time around
It is I taken aback by the grace that abounds
From her crown to the very ground
The radiance was so bright
If she was in my life
3 words no more nights
Awe shucks
I think I'm awestruck
I sweepingly meet the slope to face with utmost reality.
There are a lot of glorious deeds for which we are careless.
It's viable to espy, as often as you sense fraternity.
While the rest of the local hut yearns, we are peerless.
Elements that are all around us for a convenient setting.
Being a piece of a visible world that is constantly shifting.
Aiming for a genuine feeling of bearing and mutual safety.
Having a feeling of mutual comfort and moral stability
Since we've risen dutifully and moved forward as a group.
Despite your prime motive for being closer, it does not dupe.
A particular pair of us spurring with a significant deal of ardency.
Others, then again, tacitly allow it to happen, sit aimlessly.
Gleaning to support any kids, we should hold them a prong.
Aiming to convey to them a prevalent belief of good and wrong.
Otherwise, this way, I'm gently moving to undergo the stress.
Everyone promptly settles on typical speed and cadence.
Written: December 07, 2021
It’s a mystique calm night
Golden leaves fall and fly
With flitting elf and sprite
Under the smoky eerie sky.
The full moon’s tinsel glow
Silhouettes wide-winged bat
Scanning dark ground below
On pumpkin sits a black cat.
Feline eyes blaze in cold fire
It growls, the silence cracks
Switching tail sways in still air
Rippling on arched fluffy back.
Awestruck, all these I’ve seen
In the weird night of Halloween.
October 22, 2020
Contest : Halloween Meow
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
On a lucky break day
My soul grew stray
I dreamed of a fortune
A blessing event chosen
Much I wondered, fluke luck
A mindful stumbling upon, awestruck
In a kingdom full of imagining
Once upon a midnight awakening
Far-fetched said I, only a dream
Taken to the extreme
As I Gazed Awestruck, Thankful For Such Lush Bounty
When you directed flames- my lust anticipated
your red-lips brushed my cheek- I knew it was Fated.
Will you seek those lover's days again as oft do I,
you in mini-skirt, high black boots and gleaming eyes?
There was gentleness in your soft kiss and wet lips,
why we never slept on our overnight camping trips?
Your sexy body, loaded with heat and welcoming thighs
my mind so inflamed and your soft moaning cries!
Dawn's new lights, you uncovered in naked beauty
as I gazed awestruck, thankful for such lush bounty.
Now we gaze into lost paradise, again we lust
for fires unquenchable, once again, that loving trust.
Say, tell me, you watch for words to again meet
for love, my future vow to again lay roses at your feet!
For long nights of ecstasy and red-hot flames burning
for love's hottest fires, rekindle our youthful yearnings!
September 23rd, 2017
Composed for Gregory R Barden's
"The Poet's Fire" Contest
Your soul I can see through your eyes.
My soul purified and at peace when I stare into your eyes.
I realize the pulchritude of your being.
Fresh like green pastures.
Your the lily in a valley where beauty is near.
An open air where zest is near you are there.
So well put together like a bouquet of lily white roses.
So pure, so stunning you are.
You seem to have fallen out of a cloud,
Your presents is loud.
Cloud departs when she walks into the room,
as angels sweep up rose peddles behind her.
Oh such a grace full walk she has,
such a golden word she speaks,
Oh what a virgin smile.
Her heels click on every tile,
as she seems to be walking down a glittered isle.
Her stare keeps me afloat.
When I that stare disconnects
I become a sinking boat in a sea of infatuation.
Thinking of the possible relations we can have,
but for now ill just settle for appearance
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