Best Distal Poems
In my distal conception you shine like a lucent star
whose touch fondles the fret and strings of my guitar.
An image worth painting in oils with my sable brush,
your voice like the recherche love song of a thrush.
You are the faint break of day in dawn's somber skies.
A sanctum of refuge in times of angst and weeping eyes.
My ardent lover, seducing me with each lustful thought.
You are life's pulse beating rhythmically within my heart.
If I am blinded tomorrow, visions of you I shall not lack.
And if I were entrapped in a world of boundless black,
wavering shadows would not fill my heart with fright,
for with you at my side, I would not have need of sight.
No demands would I make, but humbly I would beseech
you to please make me aware that you're within my reach.
You are the assuasive waves that quell my restless soul
and I, a brigantine moored in the shallows of your shoal.
November 12, 2022
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Dark thoughts and desires are just that for a reason...human beings are prone to irrational thoughts, and we all carry secrets that drip into the blackness of our bleeding souls, extending downward below our fetal positioned graves.
Caught up inside my morbidity, concealed the mystery of my subconscious,
sinister stemming from evil, inside my dismal grim, I choked on regret and fed off your disconsolate lies and I believed them, as much as you believed...
I wanted to live...
depths bleed into hell
shared defeat only for us
morbid and alone
Living is nothing but a curse, stitches on my wrists, and spirals down into the oblivion of hell. My contradictions are breeding with my veins as I prepare for the longing of your misery....
...your misery is me.
I am your distal demon, sucking the life from your brave intentions, my weak intentions reach a depth, so far I can not see without hearing your screams. Your shadow's are killing me, but I'm needy for the weightlessness you throw at me daily...nightly...daily...non stop recurrence putting me to sleep, way too young...I tied myself up and kicked away your chair, left with out breath, and still, no one to turn to...
the fiend within me
sleeping in our graves too young
your curse inside me
There are two of me...
One.... broken and damaged...alone and afraid...yearning, longing to free myself from all the hatred bottled up inside my core. Fighting for life beneath the hell of destruction, worshiping black to find my grey..for there will never be white...
Needing you to show me every twisted path I believe should be mine. May your breath crack my bones and your eyes tear my flesh to pieces. Then...I am one who will stand up for your wicked endeavors and concrete sacred thoughts of me not being able to live anymore...
no more life to live
broken you and broken me
no more pain to give
Date Written: December 27, 2015
The first time witnessing the twain mountain peaks,
High above the echoes of our heart beat,
Erected I stood, in awe I stare, with eyes devouring nature’s beautiful souvenir.
Below the Twin crags fingers softly stroll along a sweat drenched path.
Inch by inch digits artfully tread around a shallow furrow.
Racing heart beats are like the wings of a thousand sparrows.
Down in yonder valley two fingers gently creep.
Skin shivers on the mound where the fescue freely grows.
Along the cleft, in the distal knoll, a tributary streams.
Near the wet land is a cave, a place of fertile dreams.
Desire drives daring digits to dive deeper into the warm unknown.
Tell me lover, tell me more about the birds and the bees.
How did the stork bring mother a girl like me?
Every time you’re next to me, what is it that I feel?
Blazing like a fire is this tension in my blood.
Enthralled me with your touch
Engulf me in your love.
Serinade me with these words: "I love you, oh so much."
Galactic Gathering
Cosmic colored creations divinely dance,
With silent notes whimsically whirling
In surreal songs of universal luminescence.
Glowing gems in free flight rhythm,
Spirally synced collective consciousness
Emitting vibrancy in lengths of light through
Cosmic cluster’s blissful birth which
Emanates life force energy to sage souls
In the quiet hours of distal dreams that
Reigns, resonating with heaven’s harmony.
2-23-22
Vibrant blissful stillness Poetry premiere Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Wiggle jiggle giggle
A country band your worth
My naira devalued;
I hired none
But accept my song;
My songs in word like lullaby
.
At night,when soul dies
When stream bubbles;
absent of unseen mind.
You stream like blood
Ode to you
.
To you,my unseen sister
Lurking in soul like ghost
Accept my signal,cometh ye now
In dark and lone, dwell in me
Like Tonto and the ranger
You are distal to Kemosabe
Ode to YOU.
I neither kept her address
nor collected her picture
I neither asked her name
nor presented her a flower…
She came here once upon a time
She was living here alive
She was eating, drinking, loving
and even dancing in the garden
like a perfect human being….
Now she is twinkling in the sky
like a star placed million miles away
Blinking in the distal sky alive
like a naughty girl…..
She did neither tell her name
nor present me a red rose
She did neither give her address
nor give me her photograph…..
She was unknown and unseen
But I can feel her presence
Everywhere yet…..
she said this air is our common denominater.
he said you smoke to much.
she said the shortest distance between
me and you is a four letter word.
he said you talk to much.
she said it is hard to draw a perfect circle.
he said you shake to much.
she said the trapazium metacarpal distal
is the 3rd bone joint in the pinky finger.
he said you are to bony.
she said bony is also a village in hungary.
he said you travel to much.
she drank her tea and quietly
looked out the window.
Unattached through my distal words,
uninhibited by my salacious actions-
I’ve find it fancy to be capricious and free,
and not once has it been a distraction.
Freedom to choose a lewd path,
one with happy-go-lucky friends-
On top of the Eiffel Tower,
where the footloose never ends.
My lovers delight in my libertine behavior,
immoral probably, yet that’s just me-
Deviant in between the sheets,
but, I’m footloose and fancy-free.
Lecherous and vigor in my barren skin,
sensually disturbed wearing a crown-
I’m the queen of lustful demeanor,
the most easy-going woman in town.
I find it fancy to be capricious and free,
only with me you’ll find true ecstasy.
May 20, 2017
"For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest"
Moist cocoon, most horrid home
What are these paintings for?
To fill, with glee, a shutters frame?
Or anchor awkward eye?
Those thick black strokes, do they pull upon,
All oceans breaking bread?
Or map out planets, which swivel around
A strolling dullards head?
Infra dig, moist cocoon
I’m burning down this dream
Mongo rides in the silent numbers
Reporters shake with mean
Infra dig, moist cocoon
Tearing postal seem
How we start, is how we end
The distal draft, redeem
Only be distal enough from crowded stay
The fresh and sweet of the air can be tasted
And the chirping of birds be appreciated
Also, the dancing butterflies be exquisite
Which of the untouched are full of charms
Such as imagined fairies shown in murals
In the corner of this, being ignored by them
No humans hustle and bustle traced at all
By this point, I've seen the sky was so azure
And the breeze has ever been feeling pure
And the sea was so vibrant and so wide
When my heart could fly so quietly and high
My broken dreams I buried in depth of dismay
under the distal dust of creeping twilight hour,
as the faces I adored drifted away far
and faded at the obscure edge of empty mind.
The pallet of life I filled with the sunrise sky,
its colors spilled in storm wind as it split apart.
Shards of pale canvas of memory lie decayed
in sepulcher of time while I wait to depart.
May 30, 2019
Contest : Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen : Sepulchered Memories
(Set in iambic hexameter)
In the middle of the night, I can hear your sigh.
Shouting to those who stare outside the azure sky.
Your scent instills to my soul a feeling of calm.
Away from the abyss, reality at the edge of a chasm.
It's approaching from the insights of time; I'm aware.
As the stream of the tide is on, the echo tries to dare.
Who may tenderly persuade me to care tunes?
Who may soothe my soul with peculiar vivid boons?
And protect me with the fulness of his quietness.
Of life span glorious nights to the day's countless.
In a meadow of velvety, wispy willows by the lake.
In the chilling pre-fall breezes, we quiver and shake.
There is no limit to how distal and deep you might cease!
Currently, this still life scene is denuded of the breeze.
From swards, tremors, and wilderness to dull blue height.
The skyline is illuminated by a swarm of merciful light.
A few trees appear to be nuzzling the sky under the gray.
However, none can match the splendor of wood's hooray!
Written: February 10, 2022
The mother of nature is heart-broken
Her eyes distal and wide-opened
Although her roots are torched and torn
Her modesty is soft spoken
Her sheltered skin are offerings
That men misuse for profiting
Her hair sprayed with insecticides
She smiles instead of arguing
Her vegetables incestuous
Pollutted and preposterous
Left like a maid to clean the filth
That man has made quite hazardous
What is a coconut heart made of?
O’ the distal taste of love for me
Hardening of my left side no longer bleeds
The heart of coconut the coconut palm
So sticks in my breathe
Close to the apex of the stem
Terminal bud so in love folded
Leaves and upper tissues of the stem.
Harden heart, liken Coconut
Heart is a type of heart by a buildup
Plaque sweet juices in side of thee sup flow to the heart.
Savory exterior and a sweet light interior
Coconut reaches it so peak nutrient loving sweet
I taste Saltwater Taffy Flavor
Oooh so favor
And unique, spongy, foam like texture.
Is coconut a fruit or a nut
How rare is a coconut heart
Rare and occurs exclusively middle- aged
Yet so I love the hearted heart
Liken the a shell milky coconut
How can I survive without you?
Minerals and nutrients
Such as potassium, sodium, manganese,
Mine vitamin B, copper, and iron
My beneficial flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
However I can't survive on a coconut-
Your hearten heart, love solid
Coconut my fruit — not a nut. In fact
So falls under a subcategory as drupes
Which are defined as fruits
That have an inner flesh and seed
Surrounded by a hard shell.
Hearted heart I love you ever so still
Botanically speaking, my fibrous one-seeded drupe,
However, when using loose your harden heart fruit
Coconut you be all three a fruit, a nut, and a seed.
Sweet rich milk savors mine lips feed
10/16/23
9th PLACE Win in contest
For “Coconuts Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Shuddering sounds echoed over the battle front
Smoke rose from the cannon’s barrage of fire
Distal vision blunted from the bursting bombs
Cries of pain drowned out from the wounded brave.
Photos of loved ones pulled out to view and hope
Weaken arms beckoning for rescue
Relentless efforts taken scrimmaging to a safe haven
Visions of the survival emerge in the silhouette dusk.
Wooden ammo crates brought to the front line
The wounded carried back by stretcher bearers
Water ladles dunked in pots to quench the parched
Trenches laden with shells and bloodstained garments.
Facing perils of war, the chosen brave remain in battle
Fighting to protect their loves ones on the home front
Waging in conflict generates a heavy toll
Weighted by the loss of life and healing of those left behind