Best Crystalize Poems
Smile. Laugh. Why must you command yourself?
Dont cry. Dont show them your organs.
Its all a lie, isnt it?
The very fabrics of life.
Do they see pain upon your face?
Does the sadness seep through?
Tears crystalize in your eyes.
Your too brave to risk wiping them away,
and not brave enough to let them pour.
Blink them away.
Good, you follow commands.
Do you know how to be a leader?
Do you close your eyes and walk?
Trust me. Follow the sound of my voice.
Will i lead you safely? Dont be so sure.
We are all liars at our root.
Push your self forward.
Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam
Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft,
Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp shaft,
I telepathize myself terrifically to wonder whether you are right in your serene dream
weaving the warp and woof of our romance that away from remontant has yet stayed.
Gazing at the ink trace set on papers into which condense and crystalize the bygones gooily gaunt,
and missing my line of thoughts between the lines from which spill and spread nostalgic titbits that haunt,
Could I recover the complete imagery of your sensuous sentimentality from splintery pieces frailly frayed?
Should your memo mirrors my heart, the first to fade in my sight would be your eyes glistening in tears.
Should my heart hearkens to your memo, ne'er to fade out of your ears, my sweet nothings day and night.
anxious to teleport myself before you to get an eyeful o'er you, my eyeful, a fay wanting knight,
I set out to indulge both of us into long overdue snuggles and osculations, up for which my everything gears,
Only such blue-sky scenario fails to take off, transfixed by the moonlight peeking into the memo so soon,
Where would I enshrine your solicitude of old, which seems to seep out of the lines while crooning toward the moon?
Majestic White Mountains surround me, I travel the curvy road
They call this road the ‘Kanc’ for short, where panoramic views are sowed
Green valley’s lay beneath me, with rivers in the ravines quite deep
The slate gray rocky cliffs I pass by, look like murals, slopes are steep
A patchwork of color blankets the far reaching, lush, mountainside
Where white puffy clouds circulate around the top, floating to hide
Amidst the pines, the clean air I breathe is cool, refreshing and clear
I pass by turn out spots for viewing and hiking trails everywhere
In the fall you will find the old man who sells apples at his stand
Where you can try different kinds or buy some cider he has on hand
In the winter, the snow paints the mountains and trees a shining white
Where fallen flakes and ice crystalize everything there is in sight
The State Forest is nearby where people visit, the wildlife roam
I view all this with gratitude, to live where mountains are my home
Heidi Sands
8/9/17
*Placed 4th in the contest: Mountains
Coldness
I
these winter nights undertake my body
usurps my reserved warmth with a strangle hold
scraping my nape with night fissures
of black bleeding
my body shrieks to the jerking marrow
and denudes the caverns through my nose
as my breath is a frozen gust along
the obsidian sky
fingertips paralyzed -curled to the clutch
of my palms that can't defrost
the serrated shards of the night solidify
as my body convulses and crystalize
the coldness' thickens
as the pace of the air pervades
until all of me
- sent like ashes
from glaciers burned
- begin to evaporate ..
..........
II
as i ascend
- there is a silence
a linear silence
that tauts the horizon
and there is abscence
-the abscence of the light
...........comfort about the infinite dark
with the pulsating breathing
of the shimmering stars
and the clarity of the large sky
i oscillate around your satellite
forever like a mortal coil
A scatter of iridescent wings
beneath the shattered glass.
A collection of still butterflies,
dead memories of my past.
An attempt to break the patterns
of a life not lived before.
The remnants of a squandered fortune
I'm left no less, no more.
I try to see beyond my walls
of Crystal city's broken dreams.
I listen in the silence,
for my own protracted screams.
I'm growing yet, I'll grow still more,
to be a better man,
like a diamond forming in the ground,
to glitter on your hand.
A scatter of iridescent wings,
beneath the shattered glass,
a collection of still butterflies,
dead memories of my past.
The past is ever fading.
The days ahead seem bright.
I tried to overcome the drug,
God knows I lost the fight.
The only way I'll win the war,
is to give my soul, my life to God.
He is the Fisher of all men,
I'm bending down the rod.
He is my strength, my source of light,
when I'm lost out in the dark.
I know that he will save my life,
and allow new light to spark.
A scatter of iridescent wings
beneath the shattered glass
a collection of still butterflies,
dead memories of my past.
The butterflies will stir again.
They'll fly the winds they did before.
The shattered glass will crystalize
and bend the light once more.
A rainbow of refraction.
The sun beams through the glass.
The collection of still butterflies,
is free again at last.
Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous;
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos.
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence,
Attendant to their morning chores.
A distant train chimes in, noisily announcing its slithering passage.
Sounds of morning vie for my attention.
New, hypnotic rhythms spiral close, retreat and then surround me,
to further crystalize direction for the day.
Can I break into the layers of deepening trance to realize the quiet peace
of enlightenment just beneath the busyness and violent distraction?
Pairs of red chested robins, lyrical cardinals, yellow flittering finches
each visit the backyard feeder in their turn,
While the brackish pigeons, bullish bluejays and sulking squirrels
noisily muscle their way in to feed among the bird-tossed seeds,
now scattered haphazardly on the ground.
Beneath it all there is Silence.
Stillness quietly directs peaceful calmness
to the center of swirling time.
"Just another dream." I smile.
Next door, loud frenzied dogs and deep tinkling chimes
add their voices to the concert of morning.
Busyness abounds, directing all attention outward.
While the Silence of enlightenment, like a stoic sentinel,
erectly stands, patiently waiting.
"They also serve who stand and wait."
Copious mirages pass through the early hours,
rising with the stifling heat, and yet,
Beneath it all I am drawn to Silence.
Yearning for Peace, order, calmness: where joy and childlike wonder
view the world through eyes of young divinity and matured praise.
I realize each moment is precious as it passes.
But I know there is only Now. There is only Here.
As I am here I am everywhere.
And so, I observe as the concert rages on about me.
It is enough to view the contrast within the borders of crystal sanity.
"Just another dream." I smile.
A marble Buddha sits atop a comforting splashing fountain.
It's waters of life spray the arid air with relief.
I wonder what He's thinking, behind his Mona Lisa smile.
What do His closed eyes watch so intently?
Will I ever break through the noise of embodiment
to reach His supreme level of attainment,
And walk beside Him on His jeweled crystal pathway in the sky?
"O! Just another dream." I smile.
This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.
You spun your spindly web of lies
In the silken strands waxed family ties
You coddled your young then muffled her cries
You buried her carcass 'neath the availing skies
Beneath your black veil lay a predatory disguise
With your guile, you craftily disarmed all of the bleary eyes
A bleeding shroud in your stolid carriage did rise
A new, more sinister plan you did devise
You desecrated the shroud and drained the feeding flies
Intrigue turned to folly as your friends, family reconnoitered with
spies
In your cleansed web lay a portentous prize
From the fowl smell of putrid flesh, a merciless kill they did
surmise
You quickly returned to your spinning mill a more flexible yarn to
reprise
You calmly intimidated that the innocent prey accidentally entered
your vize
With mercy and pardon you greeted its pitiful sighs
After you released your caring grip, it fell through narrow gap, due
to smaller size
Landing in a squalid pool of water, with its plight did sympathize
Drowning in your own cup of drained blood, could not immediately
empathize
When the hoary sun dried its bowl of tears, your twined fates did
realize
Hearts painfully severed, buried the corpse death's sting to
tranquilize
Burying your grief in the earth, your emotive grounds did
subsequently anesthetize
Oh stealthy predator time did your lethal venom into salt crystalize
Your slithery prints the corroded carcass doth no longer advertize
But from heaven's door a saintly angel yet lives your evil deed to
immortalize
>>>>>>>>> Seeing a moment in life when time passed, I say
like a new pearl added too, upon a string of others,
transcends, crystalize into your present,
Touch someone with your words of wisdom, know
your remark transcends, becomes their own,
solidifies into their circumstances,
Speak from your mind, that which came from your heart
so too, truly touch one, an others soul,
like a breath of fresh air,
Hear sounds of nature, whispering winds enchants,
like ancient mariners set a message in a bottle
sent by sea, too anyone, for your well being,
Smell fragrant flowers that will come your way
some unexpected, your senses, six found, 'sense of direction',
will bring you joy, love, feeling of peace, on any given day
Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things fragmented in frame
Of mental photographs
Faded edges frail
brittle fluttering
Summer rainstorm run the horizons
Lightning lances the rain
Fall is coming, frost is in the eves
Pumpkins gleaming a thrilling sight
Images crystalize by chilly winter nights
Summer comes to burn away the sight
Spring color runs, fades
Autumn rights delays dies
in the passing taillights
Suburban boulevard’s lost
in fog shrouded waste…
An Arturo Vaso Full Of
?An Arturo Vaso full of vicissitudes of life
Which I will want for me and my wife.
Lindsey is truly Stirling silver starting
to crystalize right before my very eyes
And way beyond all of the bright skies
Which is what I willingly started to surmise
And then before I had started to realize
That to me certainly was not any surprise
Had bought up her songs in huge supplies.
So what do you think Arturo? My father's
name is Arthur Frederick Horn.
Jim Horn
Love is pure;
It can make Romeos and Juliets
Sacrifice their lives
On its alter.
Sweet as honey,pure as dew,
Love has untouched only a few.
Love is strong;
It can crystalize itself into
Gigantic Tajmahals.
Strong as a deserted lovers vengeance
Still sweet as wild jasmin's fragrance.
Love is beautiful;
Yeah,but to a lover
His love's object is most beautiful.
Love can beautify a savage's heart
Oh! love, where in history you haven't played a part?
And love is blind;
Love made Roman kings forget their duty
They saw only the Egyptian queen's beauty.
Love is blind,love is kind
It contains the essence of human kind.
But love is flexible;
Yes dear,love is also very flexible
Or tell me why
The lover who saw greener pastures
Told his lover
"My love to you is as a brother's"?
To some, love is measurable in terms of money
Alas!love,glorified by poets many.
Yet you will go on gluing the world
Sung and praised by people like a bird !
‘From grey and black to a broken spectrum of light.’
With a crackle the tide just turns. Without a warning. Sounding off with a loud yell. Inhibition melts with the leftover ice sparkling all over a frozen heart. Thinking never again could you feel this alive you let everything you wanted go. It just wasn’t meant to be. But an unexpected fever reminds you what it feels like when you first taste Spring. That warmth after so harsh a season. Suddenly your purpose becomes so clear and your vision is saturated. The intensity is utterly overwhelming. With each thump and crash the next chapter is opening . You can make sense of the past, leave it in it’s proper place. Begin writing a new page. Your heart races with excitement. The storm is the rollercoaster and the future the adventure.
Sky of teary smiles
even the low clouds get pierced,
colors crystalize.
Life is a dream
A dream that flows through reality
Every moment we exist is reality
But alas! Every moment is a product of dreams
Every soul pines to be free
And freedom means a will unknown to limitations
Money is the element that sets free
Good news is; money is magnetic!
Attract it and it shall flow to you at will
Dream it and it shall crystalize into reality
The key is just to believe
God created us to be free
…Why bind yourself with limits
I am suspended w/o interruption
Drifting across the cerulean ocean
Unblemished in the mystic ceiling
Feathers spread to swim thru
Thru the effervescent blue
Eyes reach up to embrace astonishing
And perceive suspiciously
The soul inquiring internally
And mind waning to comprehend me
My shade greets well
Alleviating skin that is pale
I am not the main attraction in the tale
But the theme
The context and the scene
Not the crazy night but the bars
The black in between the stars
The background behind the mural
The shadow projecting from material
A cricket in the night making musical sound
Filling the void eventually it begins to drown
Among the crowd
Im that quiet cloud
I speak
It withers weak
And it evaporates like the rain after the storm
I might change
Take many form
and landscape unpredictable range
Still you contemplate my relevance
While your thoughts dance
To fit me in
Seeping through my confidence your trust falls through my skin
Your hand collects a wisp anticipating me firm
It vanishes as you descend
My arms chase in term
like lightening racing to the floor to scoop under
But my grip permeates as if I were wind
Anger roars inside of me like thunder
My eyes crystalize
Tears flow to the earth
and make a river bed
My perception analyze
As you rest it lifts you, dead
With a will that read
My urge to keep you irrelevant will never capsize