Best Closely Poems
Look closely, feel the harmless heat
enveloping black-diamond
petals in the glistening
garden of glossy geraniums.
There, sprouts rosemary dreams
from an untouched silhouette,
eager to be seen beyond
her perfumed pigments.
Her universe was sprinkled
with starry streams
of gleaming rays,
as she swayed to symphonic
serenades filled with hazel dust.
They may gawk with greedy
glares as wide as the night sky,
marking her with lecherous
objects that only please
shameless eyes.
She was never
in need of a sixth sense
to understand iron glances
that travel in nefarious packs,
with sugar-burnt hunger
washing all over her
unblistered flesh,
judging her concealer
as a manipulative facade,
seeking uncalled-for affirmations
that she never solicited,
misconceiving her thin lines
of red-river lipstick.
Her summer physique allowed
no consent for invasive intrusion,
yet carnal cravings become
unwelcome toxic trespassers.
Their immoral thoughts
believe shallow words
give them wanderlust wings,
while sinister stars in their sky
label her a soulless mannequin,
objectifying her
cinnamon-glazed skin,
sun-kissed hair,
and pecan-powdered~
caramelized voluptuous flare,
with their vehement
voracious desires.
Swinging penetrative thin blades
of opinions from miles,
oblivious to the fact that
she is the sanguine strength
that strolls in silver silence
across spiky swards,
suppressing the pain her
bones have endured with
every whiskering
whistle they wolfed.
There, if the mauve moon and
crystalline constellations look closely,
they would find versatile
mirrors of meaning
reflecting the times
she parades a smile too
comfortable to wear,
for they have concluded
her bed to be a shrine
of blenders and
overflowing thickened blades,
cursed by the biological
sins of Adam's ancestors.
The Birds and the Bees
A “Closely-Knit” Trio
The macho
He-man
Entered the
Bar to
Inspect the local female population
Red-
Dressed,
Sultry “ladies” sat
And sipped wine
Not giving him one glance
Drawing closer
To a trio of
High-heeled
Enticing “women”
Big Joe tried to
Engage one in conversation
Evasively she lit a cigar and said,
“Sorry, but our threesome suits us just fine”
Acrostic for Carol’s “The Birds and the Bees” Contest
accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously.
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities.
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.
zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially.
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.
in the highlight of, a distant sky- one filled with love
simple thoughts of you, break through- sapphire blue
the sun waits patiently- to slowly dip into the sea, for me
as moments are pressed closely
~ a little scribble ~
"Double Rictameter"
look close
at what God has
created for humans
the sky, clouds, sun, moon, rain, and snow
the forests, streams, rivers, the oceans, seas
the wild animals, birds, and fish
and our beloved pets
God's gifts to us
look close ...
closely
at all this life
the love of family
love of a lover and friends
look at our beautiful possessions
the food that we eat and joys
and even our grief
look deep within
closely ...
Written: May 21, 2024, For Edward Ibeh Contest
“If you look closely you can see that they are all interconnected, symbolic of a never-ending circle in which it is simply impossible for the dog to catch the rabbit.” — Kit Williams
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Witness divine—glorious wonders for mankind.
Magnificent sky with swirling clouds that hide.
Sunbeams brilliantly—brightening the earth.
Moon warms the farmland for a night's worth.
Witness the power of the jewels' harmless light.
Satin fuchsia flower buds sparkle at first sight.
From pristine spot—amethyst wishes may sprout.
I wish to acquire beyond halcyon hues of stout.
In symphony, raindrops adorn and stifle the land.
Winter flakes coat the land and expand.
Nature's lyrics are in varied and tidy dimensions.
Calm woods, singing brooks, swift river distention.
Cherish dear pets, nature, birds, and seafood.
God's riches are bestowed nearby and cooed.
This life is knit with family, love, zeal, and friends.
We suffer agony and adore food, but not fiends.
With a sight of ethereal happiness.
look deeply and faithfully with sappiness.
To prevent overlooking anything crucial.
Reached elixir peaks—won a prize celestial.
Look through a veil of belief, full of hope.
A peek at divine glow and limitless scope.
It's awe-inspiring getting close to nightfall.
Strive for success—and never let yourself fall.
Look at the rain cloud—raindrops might fall.
But beyond, light radiates out from its crawl.
Witness the butterfly—which is truly rare.
Bear note of its progress as it climbed in the air.
In Stygian hues, we sank over brink of death.
A supple poise, a tale of dichotomy, an eerie lethe.
It is a timeless being—never altering itself in light.
Disease, warfare, belief, and culture sham sight.
Behold a charming face adorned with a smile.
Then delve inwardly—descry heart beguile.
It is akin to a dawn breaking on the horizon.
Time is never idle for anyone, wax or wizen.
Rising costs and overworked staff members.
Stretch your horizons—discover raw tempers.
Judges' words rang out in a split legal system: "Jail!"
Marvel at ethereal entities veiled by mortal trails.
There is a soft buzz in the evening air
Listen closely and you may hear
Children a laughing in the distance
Carols a playing with persistence
Rustling sounds from Mother's kitchen
Dogs a barking with tails a twitchen
Church bells a ringing down the street
People's voices as friends they greet
Horses neighing down the way
Sleigh bells a ringing so joyful and gay
Daddy a chopping to stoke the house fire
Squirrels a chattering deep in the forest briar
Chestnuts a dropping from the old tree in back
Grandpa a cussing as he gives the old stove a whack
The creaking and groaning as all climb the kitchen stairway
Silence round the table as all give thanks for the day
There is much to be said about the sounds this time of year
Listen closely and you may hear
So much to solicit, but with substance excluded,
she mimics intimacy, but leaves one secluded.
Flatteries slip off her tongue like honey's sultry sweetness.
"Come to this incensed bed for pleasure's soft caress."
Like a crafty serpent's spiel, her lips slither stellar speech.
Secure your spirit, flesh, and soul; she'll sample some of each.
With silken negligees, she'll sustain a slave's stronghold,
stealing one's strength like the lust for shiny gold.
One's best possession is sequestered, that of self, a sword within,
squandered to a showy stranger, a satanic mannequin.
Leaving spouse and offspring grieving, an egregious price to pay,
some have spurned their own cisterns to search for soggy clay.
Listen closely, my son, with stern discretion be wise.
For she will lead you in similitude as Eden's sad demise.
12-8-2020
References: Proverbs 5 & Proverbs 7
"Flee sexual immorality. Every sin that a man does is outside the body, but he who commits sexual immorality sins against his own body." 1 Corinthians 6:18
Listen closely, for the eternal silence spreads like a dense fog over the world,
a profound quiet that penetrates the temples of the soul and the forests of thought,
a wave of calm that flows through the rivers of time and the valleys of our dreams,
for this world is a tapestry of illusions and hidden truths, an endless search
in the depths of being, and eternity, that silent sage, does not listen to our murmur,
but observes us with its stone eyes, beyond the horizon of any quest,
like a master who knows that the journey is more important than the destination.
I close my eyes and let myself be carried by the flow of my consciousness, a river of images
that intertwine and unravel, like the withered leaves of a spiritual autumn,
I wonder if perhaps everything is just a journey, a story written by a traveler
who has wandered through all the corners of the soul, and in this silence,
I wonder if we are just the steps of his dream, dancing on the edge
of an unwritten path, with the wings of the soul spread toward the infinity of the unknown.
And if eternity does not see us, if it cannot hear us, then what are we,
but echoes of a forgotten journey, reverberations of a verse never spoken,
in this dance of silence, we lose and find ourselves, only to lose ourselves again,
perhaps that is the beauty of a life lived as an endless journey,
the lack of meaning gives us the freedom to discover our own truth,
in the smile of a star that fades, in the tear of a morning that will never come,
in this infinite silence that envelops us like a garment of unspoken words,
a journey that knows everything is just a dance of light and shadow, a game of the soul
where only silence has the last word, as a testament of an endless quest.
Still just in diapers himself and already his brother’s keeper;
Logan watches lovingly as Lucas naps in sleepers.
Perhaps it’s in his DNA or the symptoms of a first born son,
But Logan has bonded with his little brother more than any one.
He was fascinated with Mommy’s belly, knowing a brother grew within;
His head he laid upon her bump and would carefully listen.
The first day they brought Lucas home he watched his brother cry
And promised in his little head that being a good brother he would try.
Future years will bring competitiveness and perhaps a fight or two,
But Logan always will be the older brother that Lucas can look up to.
It starts when they are very young, sharing toys and hand-me-down clothes;
The bond formed between two closely born sons nobody else can know.
by Joe Flach
For the "Brotherly Love" contest
Written and posted on 5/3/2011
Look Closely
Black silk top hat
Upon greasy hair sat
White gloved, quick hands
Graceful gestures, gestures grand
Speaks nonsense but mostly,
"Watch me now, look closely!"
Sly smile, glint in eye
"You sucker", they imply
Swift movements over here
Draw my eyes, my gaze steer
Magic moving fast and ghostly
He continues to croon, "look closely"
The ears hear but not the eyes
"Look closely", magic lies.
Look closely
between the bars.
Look at
pain, angst, hunger
businesses idled.
A prison
enough --
her empty
salon.
Bills mount up
employees
look elsewhere for work.
"Law's broken; I've spoken -
Jail!"
I see blind men,
Look closely.
May 8, 2020
Look closely
and you will see
answers
to life's questions
Nature's angels are
watching you
and see
your challenges
and pain
The angels
will lead you
down your earthly path
guiding you with pure love
if...
you allow them to.
5/7/2020
Title chosen: Look Closely
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Listen closely
As I breathe words of adoration
Into your eager awaiting ears
And fill your head with visions of lust.
Focus on my eyes
As I transcend love and truth into your being
While I taste your passionate lips
And savor the aftertaste of your wanting.
Lean towards me
As I slowly inhale your essence
While my soul embraces your hunger
And we devour one another's desires
Touch my skin
As the heat from our fevered passion
Ignites the sultry air around us
And we burn like white hot
In a bed of our fiery pleasures
Submerged in his fanciful palette of
feigned perfection his fetid smile
suffused through the cold laps of the
sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence,
a maquillage of stiff gaze of giggles.
The bowels of his heart soaked in
muddy threads of rejection, forever
lost in the pillows of bruised winds.
Alone in the oysters of sorrow,
blemishes orchestrate in the valley
of his fermented blood.
His scars, musty as a tainted
weaponized creamy spaghetti.
His thoughts enveloped in moulds of
decayed grapes.
Tears threw in the tunes of stale
rhythm. Where have his
flavours gone? They have
sailed in the crunchiness of a hybrid
tree. His textures crumbled in the
fangs of misery, buried in the tomb
of melancholic barks.
Oh, I watch him ride in
the incessant anguish
of his recurring sail as
it echoes through the
landscape of his drained soul.
Bereft of every genuine chuckle,
his sweats a pungent of titan arum.
Look, look and you'll see his
desperate eyes snare
beetles of discombobulation.
A delve in his skin puked rashes of
anxiety. Each mark a peddle to the
oasis of disaster.
Each pattern a kiss to depression as
mercy killing.
In a search for fingers at the expense of
his toes, he got penitence in plethora.
In scrutiny of the shallow ballet
he swirls in, you'll see a mask
too stuck to pull out.
And in that dance,
they are all masked with same
lethal mosaic.