Best Divulged Poems
The trail to the peak was a long and arduous climb
Which skirted a pristine glacial lake about midway.
Shimmering below, it offered a cooling balm for the heat
And a picturesque spot to rest and refuel for a while.
A short down-climb led to a high cliff that overhung the depths
Of aquamarine waters; crystal clear, revealing a rocky bottom.
Chartreuse lichen grew from the wetted rock face
While damsel flies of cerulean hue darted to and fro.
In the shade of a small oak we were content to eat our lunch.
From our vantage we watched the cutthroat trout feed;
Rising to a caddis hatch. Splashes of watermelon, coral and saffron
Under their jawlines divulged the source of their strange name.
Fronting the shore, a spacious open meadow served as a refuge.
A doe and twin fawns lay surrounded by tall grass and wild flowers.
Tangerine bells, snow-white lupine, and purple daisies with lemon eyes
In hues of lavender and lilac covered the park in waves.
After a short dip in the icy waters, we took a few moments to gather our things
And reflect on the beauty and grandeur of this unknown retreat.
Truly we were blessed, our bodies, minds and souls rejuvenated
As we climbed the slope to continue our trek to the snow-capped peak.
8/1/2017
Free Verse
6th Place
Seasonal Color Contest
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Cliffs aren’t dangerous
until you make them sharp
with shadows and wild waves…
The woods is peaceful
until it hoots and howls
chills up the spine…
The house is big and beautiful
until the weeping willows are old
and its secrets are slowly divulged…
The breeze-like sound of the sea
holds lively hearts
until they be stilled…
The knife is productive
as it carves a pumpkin’s features
until flames fuel perdition…
Superstition is innocuous
until the innocent
are burned at the stake…
Stick figures -
embers of the erroneous
history of shadows…
Inexorable Want
How do I find
These sentences
Written as they are
In ephemeral ink
Indelible lines
Inscribed in my being
Spectral yearnings
It crashes me
To rocks
In unanswerable waves
Swimming tidal
To the inexorable
Yet
The implacable distance
Confounds me
Longing vent me no more
In twists and turns
And unmade beds
Where crumpled kisses
Dream on hot soaked cushions
Leave me not
To the ever restless
Fumblings
Quiet unheard of whisperings
Of her name
How do I find
The collective alphabetic
Of love unknown
Yet
Divulged by these
The screeching banshees
Of petal falling
Corpuscle red
They flow through my blood
Unbidden
Unwarranted
Unwanted
And so desperate
How do they find me
On such a precarious brink
With the voltage
And permission of electricity
Rapine in all my singularity
Hurricane she batters at me
For all my will to resist
I am
Weak
I cannot
Help me please
Lest I drown dark
Brooding in forever’s need
She is my quiet
And ever sun set calmed
Sea
And I
I am a tempest
Left to bellow and blow
Inside an hour glass
In the confines of my soul
Help me please
Save me from this void ripping
As she shreds every day
Every hour
With my unrequited returning
To her arms
Save me
For I have found
My life
My soul companion
So far from me
On some so strange a horizon
That the distance
Between us
Could prove to be
My
Undoing
Dare I show some flesh
metaphorical or in the real
to demonstrate a common ground
between myself and readers’ minds?
if the answer is a yes
the outcome is preordained
as the words and lack of clothes
reveal the person beneath the mask
weakness put to the front
transformation now divulged
down to the skin and beyond
until disclosure becomes old
with a twist that’s laughable
or just ironic in pure hindsight
nothing new is ever shown
nudity is shared by all.
I’ve not written to you for many years
Santa, I’m quite different from my peers
Not fancy or frilly like girly girls
And I don’t hanker for diamonds and pearls
Today I got the most terrible news
My muse abandoned me. She's on a cruise!!!
She’ll be sailing around the world for years
I'm bereft and can’t stem my salty tears
Oh Santa dear, please take pity on me
I need a skilled muse to write poetry
I’m heartbroken without her by my side
Could you bring one to me on this Yuletide
It would be the most perfect Christmas gift
Please tell me that this year I won't get stiffed!
~ ~ ~ ~
You may not have my name at this address
But Santa, it’s time for me to confess
I've been on your naughty list all this year
I'm the one who put Ex Lax in your beer
And I thought while you were stuck in my loo
I'd try to tempt you in my basque of blue
But you clutched your tummy. You looked quite sick
With loo roll in hand, you ran out so quick
You chastised me as you dribbled brown gloop
Said you’d seen my name at Poetry Soup!
You'd read my poems and you wouldn't be hard
With my dire style, I’m no threat to the Bard
Last Christmas was such a catastrophe
I apologise, will you forgive me?
~ ~ ~ ~
I’ve divulged to all how I’ve misbehaved
and beg the laxative mishap be waived
(You’ve not visited since I was a child
when my behaviour ran totally wild!)
I’ve taken my punishment on the chin
Bitter medicine swallowed for my sin
If you can find forgiveness in your heart
I will try my best to make a fresh start
Santa, please deliver just one present...
A new muse would make my life more pleasant
My old one left and she might not return
My pen is poised; for witty words I yearn
A contest win with Phillip Garcia
Would rekindle my poetic career!
From My Lips To Santa's Ears Contest
Sponsored by Phillip Garcia
10 syllables per line checked with How many Syllables
12-05-17
Must explain my reason for grinning
It's not what you might think
Got a cramp down in my nether regions
Maybe too many beans methinks
It's easy for people to think I'm just happy
Coz I am the majority of the time
The look on my face can be very similar
This time it emanates from behind
Think I just need to let a big boomer go
One that could shatter tall buildings
I hesitate to let the damn thing fly
For fear it would loosen people's filling
Guess I'll just have to suffer in silence
Till I reach a McDonald's restroom
If I make it, I hope they build 'em strong
Down with my drawers then kaboom!
The shattered remains can still be seen
They decided to make the site a memorial
Seventeen people have lost their eyesight
Six swore off Big Macs overall
Now I've divulged my reason for grinning
It's not that I'm happy, you see
The real reason is internal combustion
Not allowing my wind to blow free!
© Jack Ellison 2013
A bush lark in the Greenwood forest sings.
She sings all day long near the mountain springs.
Is she trilling in notes so plaintive of her missing mate?
Unleashing her heart of its doleful weight?
Or easing the pangs of a heart that starves
For a soul mate yet to come for whom she craves?
Or sending a missive through the aerial route
Sounding in every ear a low melancholy note?
From the covert of dark leaves, her song percolates.
Through the sinews of my heart it permeates,
Striking a cord between two souls equally deprived,
Stirring in me an inarticulate ache, never once divulged.
Placed Eighth
April. 29. 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Always there was something to say
A tidbit to share, or a deep new secret
You didn’t want anyone else to hear
Making excuses to be with each other
Reminiscing millions of happy tales
Celebrating graduations and birthdays
Laughing innocently at purposeful silliness
That found home in each other’s solace,
Oblivious as things began to change
When emotions flared every interplay
And glance of your eyes became my stare
And every little touch longed for more
And dreaming of love became a passion,
Oh! how I held you without consent
Hugging and kissing without your knowledge
As you occupied my sleepless nights
Aching my soul in thoughts of romance
Never telling you how deeply I felt,
Yet, those feelings were eternally etched
In rhythms of lyrics only lovers create
Recalling you fondly in lifelong regret:
If only I had courage to break my silence
If only I had dared to pledge my heart
If only I had divulged words to my song.
October 25, 2020
If only you knew poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Have you signed the waiver form?
Safety Induction? Medical? Check… Check…
Now watch your head on entry……
And also watch your step.
Although dimly lit to enter…
Many corridors and levels to explore.
Like a Willy Wonka experience...
Not knowing what’s behind the door.
To the left an Angel, the right a Devil…
Both dancing to tunes at a compromised level.
Splashes of colour.. blue, black and purple…
A schoolgirl still learning, sits in a witches circle.
Up a level, and divulged to allure…
It's highly X-Rated.. nothing is pure.
And over there is a beautiful wife…
Broken by a man that was once in her life.
Around the corner is the dance floor…
She’s rocking it loud and wanting more.
Down the corridor is a mother tending her child…
Always to protect them, a lioness in the wild.
The corridor leads to a startled crowd…
Watching her mood swings screaming out loud.
She’s a worker, a mother, a girlfriend, a hoe…
She’s a daughter, a sister, a friend and a foe!
January Sunrise
Arresting carnations through divulged eyes,
o'er bursting citrus stretching a punchbowl
--drapes prized quilt of January's Sunrise.
Underneath confident amorphous skies,
a year dawns, snowdrops grow in icy knoll.
Arresting carnations through divulged eyes,
fan a nippy faint frost neath earth's disguise,
since a chilled session saunters in its role
--drapes prized quilt of January's Sunrise.
Pomegranate seeds spur garnet to prize
as a crimson cardinal whorls midst troll.
Arresting carnations through divulged eyes,
as spacious house scores quiet time surprise.
Resolution course, move on and console
--drapes prized quilt of January's Sunrise.
View a sanguine sun slipping down edgewise,
month's shift gears, first of twelve, on cruise control.
Arresting carnations through divulged eyes,
--drapes prized quilt of January's Sunrise.
2020 July 02
*3rd Place*
Month of the year I like most
~Mohan Chutani
Ruby winds were breezing about,
Graceful ducks were crossing my path
Slowly, slowly in a purposeful walk
Curious of a cute fawn scurrying along;
There I paused, watching robins dance
Twittering and twitting songs of joy
In harmony with people ambling by.
Up there upon the blue garb of eventide
Sun was sketching a spectrum on arc
As evening was donning sienna brown;
In yellow rose-blooms some stilled awed
Some stayed glued to pink-lotus pond
Gazing beauty of gracile white swans.
When orange-glow invoked amber vibes
I lingered at your gazebo a millionth time
Charmed by echoes of sensuous revelry
In whispers of hints from coral peonies
Lilting in your garden of flaming red lilies
Pulsing your heart’s passionate greetings
As fervor of the night chased our dreams.
Whispering to me, “meet me tomorrow”
You divulged to stars how sweet love was
Crooning its praises quite a long time ago--
Before we met for tea on your porch,
Strolls in the park, rise of purple dawns,
Before you waltzed desires of romance,
Before you owned the beats of my heart.
June 14, 2020
Placed 2nd: N/A Rerun-9- by John Hamilton
What joy
What comfort
To find a comfy niche
Where kindred spirits abound
Where we are encouraged to be ourselves
And delight in others showing their true colors
How profound it is to connect on that human level
Sharing opportunities to appreciate each other’s journeys
With tendered words, views, passions, dreams and aspirations
Life obstacles and vulnerabilities divulged with open heart
Allowing others to touch us in so many ways
Inviting them into our private bubble
Where some so easily click
Like long lost friends
Forever leave
Their mark
To one such friend
I need pay tribute
He’s an artist on my path
No doubt to feed my motivation
He gives praise
Like it’s free candy
He’s a humble goodhearted poet
Direct and won't play games
He couldn't be a politician
It would surely kill him
All I have to say is how I have
Tremendous respect for him
And everything he stand for
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on September 19, 2019 for contest PICK A FRIEND (Timothy McGuire) sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
what is it
about a fireplace
the flicker
of its flame
the crackling
the aroma
of wood burning
the dance of colors
the magic
the life force
the power
the destruction
what is it
that connects
to a deeper level
of timeless wonder
enchanting
to our very soul
willingly
surrender
letting ourselves
be hypnotized
mesmerized
watching
listening
as if
to a riveting story
with secrets
divulged
what is it
about a fire
that captivates
and thrills us
time
being what it is
feeling real
idle illusions
disintegrated
in the moment
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 14, 2020 for contest STRAND PICK 12 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
I've secured my box of empty thought,
concealed it auspiciously below,
so I may attain what I have sought;
there beneath paint and attire bought;
in an impervious frigid floe,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
I dare not oppose this ailment caught;
these unsure stitches I'll again sew,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it's done, I've shaped to what's been taught;
emptiness ensues, because, now know,
I've secured my box of empty thought.
Truth be divulged, I have never fought,
or attempted to expel my foe,
so I may attain what I have sought,
and it still creeps forth, held breath, most hot,
taunting and slipping further, but - no!
I've secured my box of empty thought
so I may attain what I have sought.
AUDIO VISUAL
What is a fight without a cause?
Is it just a hidden affair that has no voice?
Only knowledge that cannot be divulged and when discussed, the topic is irrelevant.
Mentality is a place of iniquity.
Mediums are designed by civil engineers to place mentally captured vestibules; those,
which will manifest identities.
You can hear their mundaneness in their conversation.
You do not want to speak to a naked wall.
As a result, they enter your vocal environment.
For that reason, you speak out.
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penned on october 24, 2014!