Best Desiccates Poems
Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all
Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece
Until it’s time for spring to come free.
Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.
Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear
Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.
Words run away
No rhymes now;
Rest in jest
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Love knows the way
Faith anchors hope;
Peace sums joy
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Come what may
Peace of mind stays;
Style knows the way
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Touch of good earth
Orchard of plenty;
Delightful harvest
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Weather forecast
Thundery showers;
Bright sunshine smile
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Old couple here
Parkway bench respite;
Morning exercise
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Walking their dogs
Owners chit-chat;
Suspicious canines
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Early morning jog
Adrenaline rush;
Breezy wind cajoles
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Lost connection
Internet down time;
Ink stains paper
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Emergent light
Dawn hurls swift;
Dreamtime evaporates
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Too much
Too little;
Too late
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Wordplay episode
Clutter desiccates;
Unfinished business
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Birthday greetings
Facebook amalgam;
Discrete overtures
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Too much talk
Missing mileage;
Loose cannon wildcard
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Wild conundrum
Stillness circles;
Creative potential
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Leon Enriquez
06 December 2016
Singapore
RIPPLE OF LIFE
A lake desiccates under desert sun
Looks up happily as clouds above roam
The drifting shadows dissolve and return
Tell the lake to wait the rains would soon come.
To the tranquil water a few drops dart
Ripples make rhyme in harmonic motion
Merging they all make riddled ripple art
On water the ripples drape emotion.
Sky gathers a storm from the horizon
Clouds melt in a torrent on the water
Rains break the waltzing ripples they don’t own
Lake suffers the pain that can’t be greater.
When melting clouds bring sky down the dance stops
Life ripples if bliss falls as divine drops.
August 26, 2017.
Trudging alone on the indolent desert dunes
fragile footprints collapse and the sands flow
on cadence of mirage music, life’s unsung tunes
fades away slow.
In the trembling spine of my parched shadow
hungry predators burrow harrowing dark hole,
as dry desolateness sucks me harshly hollow,
from the depth of soul.
Familiar faces turn to cactus of thorny sprawl,
blood desiccates in the cleft of fractured heart,
trunk of fossil life crumbles in parts or whole,
time trampled the dirt.
Waned neurons rise from psychedelic trance,
subliminal cortex networks fervently strive,
capture images of sprouting stars’ silent dance.
Am I alive?
Written : May 11, 2019
Contest : Completely Your Choice (6)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
In the secluded seashore of isolation islands,
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile precincts with fervent care
from the beleaguering waves breaking on them.
The strife surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
grief is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.
With magical spell I will change them into
convivial people, they will be gregarious.
Behind the closed windows on sunlit meadows,
enveloped by the seamless drape of dismal darkness,
people morph into dense slices of moonless night.
Along their formless periphery I pass them by,
but can’t see through the obscurity, can’t perceive
the true substance of the opaque people.
With magical spell I will turn them into
transparent people, they will shine like crystals.
Reticent people fly like frigid birds in the misty sky,
their restrained wings flap aloof in the chilled wind.
In the crevasse of their glacial hearts
frozen emotions sink, can’t soar in the spring sky.
The warm embrace of empathy they don’t feel,
for they are condemned as cold people.
With magical spell I will convert them into
affable people, they will conform congeniality.
Despondent people make their lives desolate desert,
the charm of oasis desiccates in the dunes of discontent.
Blazed by the flare of their scorched minds
the foliage of ardent passions burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of impassive melody of their hearts,
for they are denounced as wooden people.
With magical spell I will transform them into
verdant trees, they will sprout joie de vivre.
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February 28, 2023
For Brian Strand Premier No. 1192
“From the shattered heart the streams of sorrow
with the shards of dream drowned in tears flow.” – By Poet
The cloud of gloom hovers over the sea of sorrow,
surges in distress tempest to my mental visage,
and melts to make the stream of tears to flow
like the trail of rain drops on the face of foliage.
With the brine condensing the pain of molten grief,
the tear drops are poised on the eyelashes for a while.
Like the raindrops on the edge of the leaning leaf,
they slide down slowly with the dream debris pile.
Down the parched crease of the pallid cheeks,
cascade the silent streams of soothing solace.
The touch of the serene soul the mourning mind seeks
in the course of tears and in its embalming embrace.
The wasteland of life is flooded by the torrent of despair,
until from ruins of broken heart the new sun rises with grace,
and desiccates the trail of the drops of tear,
veiling the trace of sorrow for the mind to erase.
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April 13, 2023
Word Chosen : Tear
Contest : Writing Challenge - "T" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Sprawling aspiration
effervescent incandescence
spreads psychic plasma
of primal spectrum
painting passion
on the silken sky
the configured
fascinated facsimile
of mental panorama
suffused with chromatic
sublime sensitivity
of exuberant ecstasy
blooming in
seraphic color blast
of floral spring
Parched pieces
draped by distress dust
of cinnamon ground
heart desiccates
to the core
auburn anguish
pervading passive
creeps craftily
in the wilted veins
of the fallen leaves
fragile essence
rustles restive
with emerald tune
of serenading sanguinity
Emotive eyes weep
concealed tears
in torment torrent
fill the cauldron
of pent up pathos
forlorn life’s
desolate distillate
designs crystalline
verdance shining
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awareness
as symphonic cadence
of fervent zephyr
drifting with sonata
of fleeting fervor
from yonder plateau
of yearning
pulsates timeless
with waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss
glides with the melody
of harmonic heart
with the ripples
of lilac lagoon
Aviating aspirations
of effervescent incandescence
spread psychic plasma
of primal sensual spectrum,
painting the exuding exuberance
of the indigo emotions
on the convoluted sullen sky,
fantasy configures with contours of memory
fascinating fresco
of the mental panorama,
suffused with halcyon hues
of sublime sensitivity
embedded in exalted ecstasy,
blooming bemused
in seraphic color blast
of floral kaleidoscopic spring,
awaits the assault of summer
in the credulous mindscape.
In cracked somber soil,
draped by dismal dust
of extant cinnamon ground,
where the deserted heart desiccates
in the yearning core,
when auburn anguish
pervades passively
and creeps with crafty camouflage
in the wilted veins
of the fallen autumn leaves,
as fragile rootless essence
rustles restive
with the olive tune
of serenading sanguinity.
Emotive eyes weep
the concealed tears unshed
in torrent of torment,
fill the impulsive cauldron
of pent-up pathos,
forlorn life’s desolate distillate
designs the malachite crystal canopy,
shining with emerald buoyancy
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awakened awareness,
while classical cadence
of symphonic zephyr,
drifting with the sonata spirit
of fleeting fervor
from the yonder plateau
of rolling passion,
vibrates with timeless rhythm
on the waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss,
glides with the enthralling melody
of the harmonic heart,
pulsating spellbound
with the lilting lyric
of the lavender lagoon.
On this ground
where the drought
of neglect desiccates
the poetic human soul
poetry gasps and
craves for shower
of attention and praise
and for eyes and ears
that find beauty in
every phrase or verse
Let the poet find
a place where Eden
is near, a branch
where his rhyme and verses
will bramble like a vine
and find greater height
and feel the warmth
of the Sun of inspiration
and the passion
to tell the whole world
about the beauty
he has found in words
YOUR LACUSTRINE BEAUTY
In the wasteland the tormented life made me make
The repentance wander in the wild conceding the mistake
The nimbus clouds hovered overhead but I couldn’t take
The rains, they dried making a desert for me in the wake
Until you came, created an oasis where you became a lake.
You made in my deep depression torrents of fluid joy to flow
In your tranquil depths you drowned my deranged sorrow
The breeze on face made ripples of smile in a charming show
Flooded by sunshine my dancing reflection I see on you glow.
In your sensuous serenity you dissolve my somber sky’s blue
I see all the hues of my twilight colors gleam in glory on you
Where the flight of ecstasy takes me then you don’t have clue.
If the drought of distress desiccates your desolate floor dry
My tears would flow to your core to fill you with love, I’d try.
For I don’t want to see the lacustrine beauty you ever lose.
When the squalls of tough times would give my life a shake
I’d sink within your placid water, still as the cosmos, below
Discover the bliss in me your aquatic touch would grow anew
On dreamy nights on the arms of your moonlit shore I’d lie
Drenched, I’d soak you deep within, keep in my heart close.
January 28, 2018.
Contest : Minuanetta.
In the desolate seashore of secluded islands,
people build desire castles with dream sands,
protect the fragile niches with fervent care
from the breaking waves rolling on them.
The surge washes away the forlorn abodes,
sorrow is hidden in insular souls of lonely people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into convivial people, they will be gregarious.
Behind the closed windows on sunny meadows,
engulfed by dismal seamless darkness,
people morph into slices of moonless night.
In their formless periphery I pass them by,
but I can’t see through them, can’t perceive
the true contents of opaque people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into transparent people, they will shine.
People fly like frigid birds in the misty sky,
on the frozen wings of the northern wind.
In their hearts lapped by the Arctic sea
frozen emotions sink, can’t swim.
Warm embrace of empathy they don’t find,
for they are condemned as cold people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into affable people, they will be gracious.
People make their lives desolate deserts,
the charisma of oasis desiccates in the dunes,
blazed by the flame of their fiery minds
the foliage of ardent passions burns, doesn’t rustle
with the tune of stimulating melody in their hearts,
for they are wooden people.
With magical spell I will turn them
into verdant trees, they will bloom.
_____________________
March 13, 2022
Contest : Magical Spell
Sponsored by : Robert James Liguori
Morning sojourn --
Sky bridge brisk walk
Twenty-sixth floors above
Morning meditation
Touch of stillness;
Peaceful mindfulness
Midday siesta
Cacophony whispers;
Daydreams solidify
Bout of flu
Runny nose on tap;
Drowsy medication
Meal time reveals
Diet plan on track;
Hunger pangs collide
Wind brings drizzle
Humid atmosphere;
Hot weather desiccates
Skyline contours
Evening sunset hues;
Love comes to call
Corridor commotion
Conflict escalates;
Neighbours fighting mad
Pain aggregates
Petty constellations;
Death greets hypocrisy
15 Feb 2015
Singapore
“When divine lotus blooms within,
life becomes a feeling called bliss”- by Poet
Life desiccates derelict
in the desolate desert,
infuses perennial peace
of placid oasis in heart.
Sacred sublimity,
felt in serene essence,
embeds in devout sanctum.
Edified soul lights up bleakness,
perceives divine grace,
boundless bliss embraces life.
The rhapsody of rainbow
melts in morose mélange,
the concoction of colors
bleeds bland in
shattered silence,
sucked out
of crumbled core
of sensuous cloud,
soothing rain rinses
the stains in broken hearts,
shades of grey paints
the frayed linen of love,
redundant.
The requiem
of longing patina
of repentant rose
resonates melancholic medley
in the portals of petals,
the faded gloss
turns into tears
in pearls of mourning dew,
desiccates uncared
under the summer sun
of the desert mind,
the wilted flower falls
on weathered gravestone
of spent passion,
departed.
The cacophony captured
in the melody of forlorn music,
chaotic symphony floats
out of tune
on disharmonic wave,
strained smiles displayed
with elusive enactment
in ostentatious podium of life,
songs turn into echo
of convoluted noise
in hollow souls,
pretentious.
The intriguing facet
of listless life
seen entranced
through liquefied layers
of cynical stratum,
configures pessimism
in the sunken essence
of living exaltation,
the apparent aspect
refracts defiled expression
of warped existence,
enshrined.
DESICCATED LIFE
Life desiccates you
My heart melts on your hot dune
Drink my oasis.
In surging sand storm
Sun scorches your slim shadow
Recline in my arms.
If clouds burst in mind
Torrent of rain you can’t hold
Flow it in my eyes.
April 3, 2018.