Left my heart twirling;
whorling in the whirlpool.
Sweethearts a-hanging,
thumbs a-banging sugarplums.
My hair rapunzeling, enraptured,
captured by fairytale-pirating.
My heart as red as an apple,
shining from wax, waxing upon
the sugar-moon, crystalline
catastrophe of high-cheek crimson.
Heart, pleasingly plump, round
in the palm of the beholder.
Bereaving the helplessly bound
breath and palpitations; no rest.
The song of the ages; sages
are mad with platinum platitudes.
Drifting, my soul cascading;
spelunking into recesses
of caverns, cold, distant;
teeny feet fettered, forlorn.
Ferocious waters, funny waters
hold onto the beating with vines.
How divine to let go; let the rapids
take me real slow, circulating
through arteries and veins;
throbbing with sobbing, regress.
Peachy, unpretentious, potent,
progressing to the end of the ride;
calm waters preaching, teal grass
with its daisy chains reaching,
holding me fast in gracious arms,
drying moon-eyes, sagacious.
My heart never needs to lie;
Sincerity is paradisaically prosaic.
Day coloring
wheel
of precision
giving earth
new gown
each season
brushed over
by heart
capricious
set in motion
by words
of emotions
what's spring
with colors
and songs
to a heart
bereaving
a loss
or winter
iced silence
grey clouds
to a heart
with passion
on fire
love rises
like dawn
in the morning
with rosy
expectations
day coloring
then rain
unexpectedly
starts falling
and winds
from nowhere
start blowing
with thunder
of anger
and lightning
in arms
of delusion
heart plunging
on faith old stump
new budding
like seasons of year
life recycling
green fields
of emotions
new joy
for a fifth
new season
of love
Fifth Place Winner- Brian Strand-1459 New Poem Premiere-4/3/26
Night creepers, scattered and unsheltered
On gelid, squiggled grounds litted by moonlight and painted
Voracious appetite of the long told-tale of suckers
Esurient schemiels relishing, twitching on leaves and trees of dream-catchers
Mimicking voices of beasts in echoing bills
Bereaving the lost ark of blaring mills
Emblems etched on walls and covered stones
Roving on wheels and winds of collar bones
Dreaded are the darkest nights inside
Souls bereaving just before the dawn
When new daybreak slowly appears
On the horizon of a bittersweet morn,
Comes the sun’s rays swift awakening
Through bitter tears and restlessness
To lie across a heaving landscape here
Soon tossed aside to face another day,
Despite the loss of joy and happiness
In early morn before an alarm sounded,
While I slept, she slipped quietly away
And stole with her all my blissfulness,
Afterward there’s nothing more to say.
Written August 28, 2022
Love spills its final drop as I gasp for another breath
From this mortal wound, my afflicted soul is bereaving
I've one last poem to pen, in refrain before my death
about the broken part of me, still mournfully grieving
October 4th 2020
Rithimus Divisa 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Barden
A verse from 'Mournfully, My Heart Bleeds' ~ 9/22/20
I've written of great longing while my teardrops flare
Rhyming lines of sorrow that were nested in my mind
Tomes of poetry that exposed the depth of my despair
Now, my heart lies withered; to its fate I am resigned.
My sonnets are all testaments to the love, now haunted,
decaying on yellowed pages, they make my heart bleed.
It languishes with pitiful sighs, ignored and unwanted
like my dust-laden poetry that I will never again read.
Verses were woven tapestries, a lovingly stitched story,
Remnants of us left threadbare, colors dull and faded.
Time cannot repair moldered love to it's former glory.
Ours lies buried in a grave; rotting because it's jaded.
Love spills its final drop as I gasp for another breath.
From this mortal wound, my afflicted soul is bereaving.
I've one last poem to pen, in refrain before my death
about the broken part of me, still mournfully grieving.
September 22, 2020
Quatrain Writing Challenge - Decay
Sponsored by: Constance La France
In lengthening slumberous reposes lies
Dickens' sterling pen under bluish skies;
And through them gloats deathless sun,
Taunting all that under his embers burn.
No more savoring of Oliver’s twisty trials
In doleful dints and extra-nuanced miles;
Nor shall of tested Nell all posterity hear,
Cooed in sweetly plaintive rhythms dear.
Nicholas Nickleby's adventures now
Must halt and take a somnolent bow,
And leave us at Muse’s orphan gate,
Slow to hug our stark bereaving fate.
Whence comes a defter pen to tell
Copperfield's youth and pupil spell,
By stingy virtue ridden through cry
And toil with dismal affection nigh?
Stung reader must content themselves
With ancient writs mute on dull shelves,
And with relish cherish and revive tales
Mid-voyage drowned by muffling gales.
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill, they would be seen
Ruled by Roman eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in a rustic red
Where the blood of Christ, sacrificed shed
The limpid lamb died for our shameless sins
With whispering winds spun by Angels wings
The Christened cross was made thus Divine
For Christ awaited ascension to the Holy Shrine
And the weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled bereaving blessedly
Christ was carefully rested in a timeless tomb
As His Loving Light created a newly found womb.
Revamped from an older poem...
Feb.27.2019
Cross - Your Interpretation
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
What prey tell is the nature of man
Is it to enslave, oppress and cause genocide
Or is it to love to share and to unite
It's hard sometimes to tell
As the signs are written on the wall
Of man's inhumanity to its fellow man
It seems at times like that's it plan
Yet why would it actually be in truth
If we've been given the opportunity
To love, care, share and be kind
If we've been shown the way to evolve and unite
A way to transcend this life
To understand both wrong and right
That means we have the right to choose
So the nature of our humanity
Is up to me and you
To define as we wish in a way that is true
To our authentic state of being
Whatever it is we believe in
Living in darkness and bereaving
Or living in light and immaculate believing.
Within the cankerous catacombs of the slaving still
Where torrential tears fall like rumbling rain
As the decomposed dust gets its felonious fill
And sanctioned sorrows receive their parasitic pain
Where dichotomous dreams destroy the nightly nest
And slumberous souls reminisce their restless rest
As the Dragon turns to breathe its bereaving breath
For all that abandonedly await for its defunctive death.
July.20.2016
Two Stanzas - Two Only - Poetry Contest
By Broken Wings
rhyming scheme abab ccdd
Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
March.26.2016
A Happy Easter
From (:^WW^:)
God's organic clothes are coming unglued,
seasonal seams tearing apart,
emerging alarmingly chaotic
whatever, dissonance?
Supremely straight white noise?
Next time,
I'll recover your naked monolithic culture
in clothes of hard rooted wood
and yet how would you wear them?
Who could?
Perhaps we did
when God grew a tree
like earthy S/He.
Children of Me/We healthy trees
defectively praying for underfed worker bees
while ripping apart Earth's fertile forests
becoming undressed deserts
Unflowing river sand beds
bereaving naked tree trunks
Dead dry
senseless
sexless headstones
where future children of trees
would otherwise have grown moist fruit,
divinely dressed.
Surrender
Surrender with them, for those all sins
Always you commit, at the expense of belief
At least, they can purge you, dipping in social work
Do not afraid, there is not, capital punishment.
Bereaving, they do not keep you, in bother
Where there is provision, only of rear and care
Supplies only requirements, later they’ll rear, care you
That heaven is within, in the heart of children
When become saturate, they loll, leaving toys and food
In such innocent vicinity, I wish pass my whole life
Being happy and gaily, volatile immeasurably
Could you believe my advice, you commit, they believe.
Instead of boasting roaring, wasting, prime time for
Tearing sky and ground, with objection disturbance
Invest your purpose, to acquire heavenly bliss for all
Billions mothers are wishing, to offer their prospers.
Timidity
Hurl me stones as much as you like
To shear my skin from bone
Bereaving me, you can boast of your custom
Your end is just,
Theirs to make me silent
But millions to millions crawls,
Same way every day and night
Might be there, your pebbles storage can go empty
Nature should remain thinking to construe stones
In faster rate to heat me like desires born again
But my liking, desires cannot go in vain
There is back up of almighty pushing me to do
Being forwarded again and again
Don’t be afraid of them they are thieve
They loot bag satisfy them self every night by same routine
Only they publicize you in the name of adultery
Penalising killing, devouring your flesh with stone
I’ m behind you to support my dear
If this time they peel off you
Next time I scrape their mind with same and right vision
They are doing wrong, wrong worse
What you liked is nature, my system
How they dared to halt, my other beloved
I ask to creator think in it, and change the devise
About such timidity where is weak
In your generation, stop to fill cruelty.
No other Happiness I long for
today my soul learnt to listen to its heart.
Reality they ask me for
'What reality you talk about?'-the one where front lobe of brain has been hegemonized?
limbo I avoid-being schizophrenic I would choose
let everybody know-
I am very happy that I would take birth again and again without bereaving myself of immortality.
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