Flood of anonymous agony
inundates the debris of hope,
weed-webbed wasteland
of receding reverie
erodes in delirium
within turbulent essence,
wreckage of life piles up,
unlived,
transforms rapture garden
into winter badland
of foreboding discontent,
perceived.
Future meadow waits
to be sauntered
sanguine,
invents fantasy alchemy,
making magical gold
from ferrous aspirations,
gilding rusted crust
of weathering present,
metamorphosed,
marigold ecstasy blooms
in the Midas-touched mind,
mesmerized.
Wrapped by golden rays
of garnet sun,
setting sublime
beyond the content ocean,
entranced mind rolls
in twilight zone
on sapphire life waves,
broken,
yearning psyche is drawn
within the anguish trough,
crashes on existential shore,
shaped by the shadow
of pearlescent past,
petrified
in the collapsed sandcastle
on the beleaguered beach
of the stilled time,
enfolding the blanched grains
of aureate dreams,
d i s i n t e g r a t e d…..
The flood of agony inundates the debris of hope
The weed-webbed fallow terrain languishes within
Piles up the wreckage of the life unlived
As the garden of rapture turns into bare badland.
The meadow of future waits for me to be walked
The alchemy of fantasy invents the magical glitter of gold
Gilds the rusted crust of the withering present
Marigold of ecstasy blooms in the Midas-touched mind.
Wrapped by the golden rays of the setting sun
The entranced mind rolls on the high waves of life
Pulled within the gloomy trough of anguish
Crashes on the shore shaped by the shadow of dismal past.
The castle I build with golden sands disappears in the sea
And I follow over the decay the footprints of destiny
To the eroded wasteland of the time present
At the end of the aureate dream I dreamt.
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December 22, 2022
Title Chosen : Reverse Midas Touch
Contest : This Or That, Vol. 15
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Bubbly buxom belligerent beleaguered bouncy baboon
Managed to merrily meow making midnight’s mysterious moon
Irritated and incensed. She secretly and sadly sabotaged him too.
I am genuinely grateful and glad I missed this bouncy bit of badland blues.
Surging storm of turmoil splitting apart the falling sky
blows with blasting fury through the splintered mind
the flaring wrath burns like the blazing badland bush
searing the disgruntled soul to a stack of anguished ash.
The sky would be seamless again and construct the clouds
adrift with the revived ruins rising from the halcyon horizon
dissolving in the melancholic psyche making pearls of dew
adorning the meadow of mind free from the mist of sorrow.
In the gust of freedom the clumps of cloud float away far
as the shining stars glow bright in the moonlit silken sky
the satin surf of stardust wafts in the rapturous radiant air
making in my mind aurora of astral ambiance of tranquility.
Across the topography of soul the stream of jubilation flows
saturating my parched essence and whispering, I live my life
as my own, drinking always the ambrosia of joy without hiatus
and sail on the wind of rhapsody to the beguiled bay of bliss.
February 11, 2021
Contest (N-A) : Joy Continuum
May 4, 2021
Contest : Final 2021 N-A Choice 3
Sponsor : William Kekaula
Surging storm splitting apart the falling sky
blows with harrowing fury through static mind,
flaring wrath burns akin to blazing badland bush,
scorching dry soul to a stack of still ash.
Sky would go up high again, construct clouds,
adrift from fading ruins of missing horizon,
dissolving painful mind constantly dripping
slant drops of pouring rain of dismal sorrow.
In squally gust clumps of cloud drift away far,
as shining stars glow bright in moonlit glossy sky,
through radiant air satin surf of stardust wafts,
making in my mind an aura of astral glow.
On topography of soul brook of jubilation flows,
satiating my thirsty spirit, and I would want it
to always drink ambrosia of joy without hiatus,
and sail on winds of rhapsody to bay of bliss.
(Letter E has not been used in the poem)
July 14, 2020
Received N/A in Contest : Lipogram Poem (Judged July 27, 2020)
August 10, 2020
Contest : N-A Rerun 10
Sponsor : John Hamilton
"In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes-
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind".
In the tough journey through the wasteland of futility,
when the cruel sun sucks the dehydrated zeal,
tormented soul seeks the solace in the shade of hope,
that never burns in the mind moist with aplomb.
Reaching the edge of despair in the nascent horizon,
I see the gold-lined clouds in the sunburst sky-
lifting the dawn of a new day with promise of dreams,
the barren badland turns into verdant meadow.
Drenched in the drizzle of sunshine sparkle,
dew drops on the emerald grass become crystals of joy,
the warmth of shimmer melts the glacial emotions in me-
the stream of poetry cascades from the frozen silence.
November 21, 2019
Contest : Complete The Poem - In The Absence Of Complication
Sponsor : Silent One
December 13, 2019
Contest : Strand Special 2, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Long after our political matric
Green meant for Agric to make us thick
Become green for vices that make us weak
We are on the weed of our land
Britmen sow the seed of this weed
We choose to light them to life
In attempt to high our livelihood with greed
We lost and now we thrive
Madness everywhere
A norm of this wrecked badland
Need no spyglasses to view it clear
We are on the weed of our land
Failure to nurture our culture fast,
Disregarding the sweat of our Heroes past,
And their nation building incantations
Make us subsume abominations.