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Premium Member Forlorn Hope

Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been 
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.

Oh! how fervently she cherished streams
Zigzagging ebulliently on their property
Digging lanes through prairies dark green,
Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey,
Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny
Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds,
And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary.

Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal,
Nor could he allay those spaces left empty--
Between life as it is, and life that could be--
Saddled by incongruence defying harmony.

Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints:
Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling,
Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines,
Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds,
Gazed deep woods where moon was rising,
And found her there, but not her meaning.

Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time,
Staying long enough, scanning the night skies--
But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile,
Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye.

April 28, 2021
Poem of the day on April 29, 2021 
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Forlorn Hope
Categories: buzzed, lost love, moving on,
Form: Verse

Premium Member Heat Source Hunger

Wonder not
if my thoughts are thrilled and twisted
daily and deeply by the albums of your ways,
I succumb severely to the impulse of imminent interplay
so dumb with joy, grateful for the fusion of our fevers,
I've never let you leave my mind,
you haven't finished eating your portion of my heart,
there is so much more for you, still in my chest, on my eyes,

I am your rare happiness,
that bare beast of a woman's best distress,
trigger your storm sirens with a single drop of Goodbye,
serve you with the most sensational sadness,
replenish your youth with an admiration that won't die,
knowing that I am not a makeshift man, nor a loyalty within a lie,
that I'll punish your pulse with peppered pleasure
because I can, because I must,
pull your hair just to hear those breaths beg for big flares,
treat the smooth and sweet lascerations of love's lament
butterfly cut into the surface of a girl's search for sincerity,
we get intoxicated on performance of personality,
buzzed beautifully from believing in the addiction of adoration's affliction,

We know we can handle one another's hurt
as warriors bleed hard because they sell themselves the sacrafice,
that we can process history with humor by breaking the shame of blame,
synthesize epiphany with sympathy to nourish symphonies of Divinity
we realize that intensity is the regal implement of our tournament, 

I like it when you tell me the tough truths,
that you want to be loved for more than one reason,
that being respected in segments isn't enough,
that he will never be me,
that words can outlast the disappointment of distance,
that the world overwhelms you when you most expect,
that sometimes you'd rather be a heart attack
before being a pretty song or a favorite memory,
I understand your need for absolute affection, absolute attention,
lets allow our love to be confusing, dazzling, on the verge of villainy, 
it isn't steady as a sleeping heart beat
or ready for celebration like a " gee wiz " graduation,
it is our Love, and its undefinably volatile and lovely,

Your cosmos gives a question that feeds one answer,
that love is ours, safe in the arms of Armageddon, 
I remember the ember of our future
spazing on the hearth of fresh earth,
don't ever miss me Babe, just keep lovin me -

J.A.B.
Categories: buzzed, love,
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Old Age Is a Buzz Kill- Two Lenses

How
I loved
summer fairs -
the cool night wind
in my hair as I
twirled on the tilt-a-whirl
or climbing into sky. . . then
descending at lightening speed,
stomach leaping at the thrill of it;
I was buzzed, wishing it would never end.

My fifty-ninth birthday at the state fair,
I sampled again the drug I craved
when I bought two tickets for rides.
But my pleasure was short-lived.
By the second ride and
feeling nauseous, I
had to accept
I’d taken
my last
ride.

Written 2/25 For the Two Lenses Poetry Contest of Sara Kendrick
Categories: buzzed, age, fun, drug,
Form: Etheree

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Premium Member A Nightingale Sings of Dawn's Glory

Cobwebs of thoughts dangle in forlorn corner
Spun by emotions that surrendered long ago
Still hanging out, anguished, in grip of throes
Engrossed in silence while gazing night skies
Admiring how they once painted astral designs
Brush stroking delight by sheer hint of eyes
Until the silken threads of lives ripped apart,
Each filament eagerly tearing webs of hearts.

Regrets of passion buzzed roiling wistful lives
When placid frontiers encountered stormy tides
Sailing smooth surfs that callously turned wild
On oceans unfamiliar to the benevolent minds
Beckoned by allure of prairies shamrock green
Thinking out there grew a garden of paradise~~
Abundance of blossoms their lives couldn’t have,
Squandering foolishly bond of love they had.

Yet, the darkened nights they traversed all alone
Heard repertoire of enchanting mirthful tone
Wooing love, having crossed thousands of miles,
Reminding them~ you don’t just abandon life,
Trilling tunes of affection in imploring oratory
Teaching humans secrets of romantic allegory
When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli
And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory.

Promise of hopeful day glimmered their insights
Spurring their spirits to revisit places of delight,
Those they painted once by sheer hint of eyes,
Reassembling the filaments torn apart by time
Proceeding soon mindfully to rebuild their nest
Excited once again to hear chirps of hatchlings
When the dawning on horizon gleams lapis lazuli
And a doting nightingale sings of dawn’s glory.

June 7, 2021
Placed 1st: This or that, vol 3 poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: A nightingale sings of dawn’s glory
Categories: buzzed, break up, hope, love
Form: Verse

Recycle

The grasshopper left the corn
For the dawn of the baobab tree
The elders brought flowers
For the floor of the ages past
And the door of ages to come
Grasshopper's heart stridulated
In awe. Its mandibles move
To shred its doubt in questions.

The elders stood silent
Before the open palm spooning
The eyes for a taste of wisdom:
"Patience," said the elders.
The elders ears buzzed 
With the sounds of futile wings
Longing for the flight of freedom
"Grow your conscience," spoke
The elders in the morning smoke
Of dew where the heart
Of flora and fauna is burning.

And I was left nothing there
But corn blades bitten bare
To the ground, and a path
Through the desert sands of wrath
That beckons me to where
I will sit in the elders' chair
Weaving syllables out of air
And searching for reason
Beside the stillness of the heart.
I am the recycled question
Waiting for answer in a flower's
Bed sown with eyes of treason.
Categories: buzzed, parody, philosophy
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Odyssey

she shuffles in tattered slippers
held by elastic bands
securing them to her feet
bindings taken for granted

her thoughts settled into routine
to cross the dining room floor
to her table
lunch still matters to those buzzed by fog
dessert still stirs the blood to move

dysfunctional in age
she could go off in any direction at any time
like a heart monitor jittery, at the cusp of letting go
a harvested jumble of beats that still hang together 

her odyssey 
a matter of edges 
stunted steps
close enough to the movement of others
bickering bodies sometimes
but removed enough to breathe
Categories: buzzed, age, endurance, humanity, life,
Form: Free verse


Lord of the Flies

Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...

Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
 
Last night it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...

I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...

Epilogue:

Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...
Categories: buzzed, angst, insect,
Form: Light Verse

Premium Member Bye Bye Fly

Today I saw a pesky fly
He buzzed around all day …
Until he landed on my lunch
So I zapped him with fly spray!


Now you’re really in the sky
Rest in peace little fly

Jan Allison
9th November 2014
Categories: buzzed, humorous, insect,
Form: Rhyme

This Is No Picnic

This Is No Picnic
 
We packed up the grill and my uncle took us to the lake
I was hoping for a burger, maybe even a juicy steak
Amazed was I to see the cooler packed with frozen shrimp
What kind of picnic is this?  My smiling lips went limp
 
“Stop pouting,” said Uncle Tim, tossing me a fishing pole
“This here lake is filled with huge trout. It’s the best fishing hole”
If we wanted to eat lunch, first we would have to catch it
Seems his picnic invitation this info did omit
 
The hours dragged past and we hadn’t had a single bite
Our clan was growing hungry and grandma seemed uptight
So she took charge and lit the grill in spite of Tim's protests
But he could not do battle with her so he acquiesced
 
Mosquitoes were drawn to scents of shrimp on the barbecue
Then a horde of hornets found our camp and buzzed on through
We screamed and scurried about to avoid their bites and stings
Till Uncle Tim doused the grill and took us to Burger King
 
He ordered burgers to go, placed a blanket on our lawn
Till this day we still laugh at the antics we’d undergone
 
 

Written for Carol Brown's Picnic Time contest
Categories: buzzed, family, funnyfishing,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poisoned Words- For Dark and Twisted Contest

You stung me with your waspish words
Injecting poison into my very soul
Again and again with those stinging syllables
Your words buzzed around my brain
Still you flew in and continued your scathing attack
It all came so easily to you
Viscous vitriol freely flows from your foul mouth
Deeper and deeper the venom seeps

You just stood there laughing at me
Continuing the little jibes and digs	
Constantly belittling me
Criticising the way I look. 
Mocking everything I say and do
Telling me I’m useless
The only thing you could never find fault with was my cooking -
I trained as a cordon bleu chef

My tears no longer flow
They have dried up like my self-confidence
Finally I can take no more
So I’ve cooked up a tasty little treat for you
Added my own special spice to your curry
I sprinkled flaked almonds on the top
They should mask the taste of the cyanide
Bon Appetite!

Dark and Twisted Contest Sponsored by Nathan D
09~21~15
Categories: buzzed, abuse, bullying, dark,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Falling Locks

Susie’s flowing blonde tresses
were her pride and joy 
they shone like a halo above her head
and framed her delicate features
From the moment they met
her boyfriend called her Goldilocks


Five years after they married
cancer cruelly crept into their lives
Skilled surgeons removed her lump
but chemotherapy took its toll
and clumps of hair clung to her brush

They both sobbed bitterly
as her husband turned on the hair clippers 
which buzzed across her scalp…
in the ultimate act of love

Goldilocks Zone Poetry Contest


Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco

04/11/21
Categories: buzzed, cancer, love,
Form: Free verse

Death of a Romantic

The bees buzzed as they always did
and storms receded.
Silence hushed itself inside a shell.
Jackrabbits hopped away from hell
still intoxicated.

The village swarmed with threats.
Honest men could no longer 
make their way. Poets payed 
their debts for being who they were;
blessed, and afraid.

Wives bled, chasing phantoms in the 
snow. "Art's no consolation."
Husbands crept along their spikes
of faithlessness. Rabbits left.
High in space their conscience burrows.

He drags along his skinny guest;
terrific, bleeding & uncouth.
Mercy equates with Obesity -
"Let me bulge and burst my longing!
Make me fatter than the fattest Truth."

A woman yelps, "I like a good romantic"
and so she laughs and feigns forget.
"Be like the constant nights of snow."
But when the orchards raze themselves to bone -
he pays attention to her neglect. 

Ponies stall. Apollo's thief was 
phony. Hope is tall and all his
hollow follies, "Entertain the queen!"
somehow like a burning house afloat
with sediment & gasoline.

_"Is all my life in vain? The puppets
with their masquerading calls -
do they see me, twisting nettle,
knucklecutted at midnight, precious,
unseen like a fete with no stall?"_

"Ah, but you've met in Life's divining mirror
the very ladder of your beauty's fall.
Yet still in abstinence, still in nothingness 
along the ridge of this exquisite loneliness -
crawl."
Categories: buzzed, love, sadme,
Form:

Premium Member My Fondest Memory

It was July when I watched an elderly man
Lounging  on the same bench to gather his thoughts,
As fingers  picked  worn-out notes…bowing low
Seemingly atoning for his charmed one’s teardrops, done:
In the fringe of nightfall, I began my warm approach
While this stranger rolled on, hoping   dreaming
His wife were around… a tired soul  in need of love.

Every time I asked why, the old man shrugged,
“ Because, because”--- his  voice trailing off
While we counted young stars on flight  above…
His face mildly glowed from the sheen
Of moonlight: from his pocket, another letter blew,
Signed by his dear  Roselyn, with  a litany of praise
For a woman who cherished all  their moments
Through rain and silence: how the fondness
In his eyes brought me to embrace
My own tears after my Mama kissed the clouds,
Same month as this…  unknowingly,
He buzzed a tune Roselyn and Mom adored,
As if fate allowed us to drench in floats of serendipity.


My Fondest Memory: Frank Herrera     12/14/2016
Categories: buzzed, appreciation, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry

Freddy the Fly Meets Sidney the Spider

Freddy the Fly
Meandering on
the ceiling one day,
Suddenly got a "heads up!"

He glimpsed from 
three hundred or so,
Of his left side eyes,
A sight guaranteed
To make a fly's fear
rise.

For there was Sidney
The Spider...
Just "Hanging Around"
On his "Web Site"
Couple of sets of
Spider eyes,
Watching  a Spider delight...

A potential self delivered meal
What a Spider deal!!!

He waved to Freddy
In a "Come Hither" way,
With as close to
a smile, a spider 
is able to make...

But Freedy was
a "Fly Of The World"
And knew an invitation
He should not take...

So Freddy buzzed around
In teasing Sid,
Turns out,
A dumb thing he did...

Suddenly a psssstt...
A mist,
By Black Flag spray,
This fly was kissed.

He spiralled down
In a fly crash landing
Found himself...
Barely standing...

He survived, but now had
Em-fly-sema
His wings would never again
Flap as fast...

He resolved venvenge
On evil Sidney...
For distracting him so much...
He'd find a way to take
The day...
There would be revenge's
touch.


(To be continued....in......
"The Amazing Adventures Of Freddy the Fly"!!!)
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: buzzed, adventure, fantasy, nature,
Form: Burlesque

Premium Member The Book

Once upon a time
Just to enlighten my mind
I crawled in to a book
To take a closer look
Right there between the pages
A story for all ages
Scrambling over each word
Hoping imagination would stir
I came to the word "market"
Fell in on a magic carpet
Went flying up and down
He told me he was book bound
We flew through every leaf
With pauses somewhat brief
Buzzed right through every chapter
Until the happ'ly ever after

It seems there once was a wizard
Who had a fire breathing lizard
They were the best of friends
Lived in a bear cave den
One day they met a squire
Who wanted to acquire
An imprisoned captive princess
Surrounded by walls and fences
But hunters were trying to kill
The lizard who wouldn't chill
They would all help each other
Until the plot was discovered

This is where my story ends
The carpet and I parted friends
I promised never to reveal
This magical plot concealed
The last thing I have to say
Is go find a book display
If there's a wizardly dragon lover
Read it from cover to cover



   an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories: buzzed, adventure, books, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
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