Best Flash On Poems
I lounge lazily on my deck chair
Up high in the spacious loggia
Loafing the time away, patient, waiting.....
The ocean ebbs into the small bay
As the sun sets far away over the horizon.
From below electric lights flash on
One by one and guitars are strummed.
The enticing aroma of paella wafts up
But I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting.
In the summer heat, I wait,
For the night to bring her near,
With a dance so sweet, she'll appear,
The summer heat is scarcely relieved
By the faint ocean breeze
The murmur of people reaches me.
She has arrived and the guitars sing.
So does my heart as I behold my wife.
Slowly she pirouettes on her dainty toes,
Her skirt resembling a veronica,
Like a cape that baits the bull
In a Spanish bloody arena.
But I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting.
I cannot see her red, red lips
That taste like lavender in height of summer,
I can just barely make out her silhouette,
Her sexual curves, her lithe footing,
Her inviting mien, her head held high,
a proud senora dancing just for love.
In the summer heat, I wait,
For the night to bring her near,
With a dance so sweet, she'll appear,
Soon the dance will end and I...
Why I just wait till she'll come to me,
In the dark cover of the night.
With a tequila and a night of love.
DREAMS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY
Leaves falling during autumns years
they bless my ribbon memories of how it was
childhood shadows brown like withered grass
for now am old and soon shall breathe my last..
I sit quiet to travel on bygone days,
on the streets before, I have ropes to play
blend of dolls and bubbles also made me gay
but the child in me still yearns to pass these ways.
From curves of mountains to nations across the sea,
to journey more, I ask God to direct where I'll be...
I passed a plant its leaves swaying with the breeze,
years fold, the same plant is now a fruit-bearing tree.
I view the puffy-feathered skies and its blue,
I smile each breaking dawn for it's silvery new.
I tackle each task fast and through but before I knew,
hours gone and done, I finished some-- I missed a few.
When evenings globes of wordless speech shine
allowing me to run, run into garden of dreams,
of childhood once supreme but they shoot away
in flutter flash on life's fluctuating stream.
I hugged my knees to stop my tears a while
remembering decades when my body is still a child.
I keep the tears to my chest as I go by,
if only, good times replay... I want them again.
Each bulging grin that rise unto east horizon,
Each satellite, modelling slow on her turning points
in stellar of green, and her clouds of powder white,
I quench my thirst drinking the beaming tides.
Down earth, I linger to verdure adorned of rosy blush
even from the arch where the gentle winds is seen
to dwarf liquid curls that roll near the shore,
I dreamt yesterday and still am dreaming today...
Twenty years ago, blooms and fruits hang on vines
so fragrant, so fragrant were those days of mine
Now no more; their traces I could not find;
Today, I need to make more golden memories
etched to time as later, I'll be leaving them behind
And if someday, one wanders in my lifes forest
despite blowing winds and thunderstorms,
like the tiny plant, may I be that fruit-bearing tree.
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Open Poetry Contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
~~~3rd place~~~
OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
9:15 pm, July 11, 2015
plump red strawberries
the kind we knew last red dusk
when time inched by brusque
garnet stars flash on
scarlet leaves and cardinals
mars phenomenal
crimson dragonflies
when fruitful days are going
true colors showing
Nimbus clouds drifted over me from the sinking horizon
Etched on these I saw the image of my marooned mind
Wandering forlorn in the seamless smoky sky of sorrow.
Broken dreams drizzled from the melting morose clouds
Enmeshing me with the latent lattice of gripping gloom
Gliding on the surging cascade of agony inundating the eyes
In swirling storm of devastating despair I searched for a trail.
Nascent dawn ascended with the rising sun promising me
New beginning as I found fervent hues flash on your face
Inspiring me to return from the edge of desolate wasteland
Never to stray away from the verge of the verdant meadow.
Gleefully I began a new journey on the garden path with you
Saw in your eyes all my departed dreams return one by one.
January 30, 2021
Contest : New Beginnings
Sponsor : John Hamilton
To a victim of stolen mind
Truth that is blinded by pictures on your sight
Caused by Trouble of juvenile delinquent mind
Screen painting narrow flash on your sub conscious mind
Free yourself a victim of closed system
Free, free the blinded thoughts
Free, free your thoughts young lad
Free your dreams out of main cage young lass
Free yourself, Free yourself young one
Monkey
Prehensile tail
Jump, crack!
Crack crack
Branch cracks off, falls
Tail crush
Crush ugh
Monkey guys laugh
He sad
Sad she
Her eyes river
Tail bleeds
Bleeds heart
Monkey girls cry
Kiss Kiss
Kiss helps
When ass aches, burns
He dreams
Dreams girls
Crush on Pipi
Images
Images
Of bananas
Ripe plump
Plump smile
Say cheese flash on
Snap snap
Snapped ,sleep
Howled down by wife
Screech scream
Contest: Mussetle Train
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Written on 19 December 2014
I am standing here screaming from the top
Of my lungs why don’t you see me
What’s wrong with you people
Hello I am in your face
Is this a joke gone wrong
The last thing I remember
My cell text car
Then lights out pitch black
Then back on again
I was behind the wheel
Back flash on my way home
I here my text ring I answer
It only took three letters to lose
Control
I here a loud voice don’t text and drive
To little to late
I should of listen
My cell text car
Like so many I have taken a life
It could have been prevented
If I only did what the billboard
A head of me said
don’t text and drive
My cell text car
I took the text and failed
Now I am here more dead then alive
My cell text car
I lounge lazily on my deck chair
up high in the spacious loggia
loafing the time away, patient, waiting.....
The ocean ebbs into the small bay
as the sun sets far away over the horizon.
From below electric lights flash on
one by one and guitars are strummed.
The smell of paella wafts up
towards my rumbling stomach,
but I sit on, unmoved, immobile, waiting.
The summer heat is scarcely relieved
by the faint ocean breeze. Salty sweat
runs down my unshaven face,
a welcome taste as my tongue licks
the sides of my parched lips.
The murmur of people reaches me.
She has arrived and the guitars sing.
So does my heart as I behold my wife.
Slowly she pirouettes on her dainty toes,
her skirt resembling a veronica,
like a cape that baits the bull
in a Spanish bloody arena.
I cannot see her red, red lips
that taste like lavender in height of summer,
I can just barely make out her silhouette,
her sexual curves, her lithe footing,
her inviting mien, her head held high,
a proud senora dancing just for love.
Soon the dance will end and I...
why I just wait till she'll come to me,
in the dark cover of the night.
with a tequila and a night of love.
Magic words flow by
fire streaks towards the enemy
who returns the favor
with fast waves of lightning
I fight them off
with a rowan wand
and a protective staff
my robes whip around me
and I conjure up another spell
filled with all the power
I could muster
It knocks them off their feet
but not for long
and we continue our deadly dance
But his blow hits me hard
and I crumple to the ground
motionless
The words
game over
flash on the screen
I sigh
and restart the game...
~~~~~~~
1st place in the contest: Magic Words
The Girls Have All Agreed
On Some Things, All Women Need:
A Supply Source For Our Vanity
… and The Eveready-Flashlight-Battery …
Going Down A ‘Random’ Road
In The Deep of Night, When Life Has Slowed
Down … or Car Comes To A Stop
We Need An Energizer or Copper-Top …
In The Deep of Night, Trying To See
And Feel Safe, Thru Our Ambiguity
When We Need More Than Flicker-Flattery
… Give Us A Flashlight Battery …
… Your Flashlight Smile
Your Flashlight Style
Your Flashlight Confidence
Your Flashlight Manliness
Your Flashlight Ego
Is A Flashlight Hero
… and The Flashlight Form, Most With It
Is The Flashlight, Jared Pickett …
… Incorrigible, Adorable, Really More Than Capable
Hot, Poetry-Soup Staple And Palpable
With Appetites, Insatiable
Your Poetry is Quite Potent-Pleasurable
So, Flash On, Big Screen Valentino !
Lead On, With Lines of A Lothario
Casanova, Would Be Your Acolyte
( ‘Cause Even A Lady Needs A Flashlight )
Flash On, In Sensual-Satisfactory !
Give A Taste of Testosterone-Trajectory
No Girl Can Stand Before A Man, In All His Glory
This Is Factory-Tag… and It’s Man-datory
If Dura-Cell, I Got A Place For You
So, You Can Keep Doing, What Cha’ Do
And Power-Up, Like You’ve Alluded
‘Cause This Doll, Needs Batteries Included …
And Pour Me A Real-Strong Daiquiri
Put On Favorite CD, Slow-Dance, Track For Me
And Come Here, You Copper-Top-Skinned Honey
And Beat That Drum … You Energizer-Bunny
To: Jared Pickett … The Flashlight
and The Romeo Of Poet-Writes
This One’s An Original – Just For You Kiddo …
Your Poet-Pal,
The MoonBee
Sitting here at the town square
watching people going around here
a girl feeding pigeons with bread
how these birds love eating so very dear
Another old lady drinking coffee
on a seat nearby in the sun
at the centre of the square steps
the water sprinkler sprays just for fun
Flashing lights flash on the main street
there nearby there's the police and ambulance
racing by going to some emergency
thankfully we have them even a glance
Lovely trees surround the square
so colourful as the sun shines through
even the breeze waves its effect
now the sun's warmer on our face so true
This is spring anticipating summer
bring it on whatever its number!
(Just some thoughts sitting at the town square in Southport, England a few weeks ago while enjoying a short break there.)
And we, the bad seed,
will follow with impulse
of devil games in sweet
compulsions.
And we, the bad seed,
our hearts swell like
filled balloons that is to burst.
Excitement shakes and eagerness
is never ending- one and one
crime after another.
We come to
cross the invisible line
under the eyes who watch us
furiously.
We watched the blurry scenes of life flash on by,
and felt the shooting pains
that lasted only minuets.
But when those minuets passed, it was all forgotten.
These spirits (who watched us with
curious and angered eyes) push and drag
our souls, (wrestling us to the ground)
and we shake with the hands
of Devil himself.
The pain storms in through infinite
lingering waves of time,
and justice is served hot,
hot enough to blacken the skin to crisp.
- Cursed is the name that is given
in Hell.
My sorrowful sight sinks in the darkness within to see
the sanctum of the soul, still like the deep blue sea.
It finds where the torrent of tears I cry flows to lie
in the cauldron of the scorched essence till it is dry.
Melancholic mind then searches for the sense of glee,
like the cheery cloud in the somber sky it floats free.
Tinged rays of the new sun flash on the face of gloom,
in the barren plant once more the buds of joy bloom.
The radiant hues illumine the pallid life to shine bright,
the feelings glitter in the divine glow of the inner light.
The rapture stream cascades unbound within my heart,
there I hear the serene song with melody of bliss start.
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May 7, 2023
Contest : Couplet Poetry
Sponsored by : Sotto Poet
I didn't realize I hadn't posted my first poem I ever had published (albeit in a small newsletter). It was my first attempt at poetry after having been humiliated in high school (by an English teacher, no less) and I was proctoring a bar exam. I had written it on the back of one of those little passes we gave to students who needed to go to the restroom, if I remember correctly. Anyway, it was about my girlfriend's greyhound, who lived with me for several years (so he was kind of mine too). His name was Mikey, and he was a wonderful, unique pup.
MIKEY
Light foot flash on oval track,
Halvah-shaded straining back,
Playful buck, so full of *****,
Gentleman, yet ready to funk,
Bouncing, prancing, bowing boy,
Love ta shake dat rabbit toy.
Who would think that anyone,
After all that money and fun,
Would put beauty down to rest?
Glad we got him, he's the best.
It starts with just one,
Just a small one,
A delicate pinkish shooting star
Chosen painstakingly from the flash on the wall
While a girl with blue hair and a nose ring
Watches disdainfully from behind the counter.
It takes more than one trip
To check out the place
On the south side of town, on a dimly-lit side street
Between an all night laundromat and a café
With a dingy neon sign that reads “Garden of Eatin.”
Then a venture inside (to make sure it’s clean)
And a conversation with the proprietor,
A painfully thin ghost of a man
With a shaved head, a long black beard
And one whole arm tattooed
(it’s called a sleeve, I later learn)
With a brightly colored scene of a Chinese garden.
Yes, they use only new packaged needles
And all the equipment is sterilized.
It takes a few beers and one shot of tequila
To arrive on the appointed day
And sit in the cracked fake-leather chair
Trying not to look like this is my first time,
At the ripe old age of 44.
The whirring sound of the needle
Reminds me of a dentist’s drill
And I get a familiar shiver of anticipated pain
Before the very real pain of the first ink
Bites into my shoulder.
When the ordeal is finally over,
The black-bearded artist hands me a small mirror
So that I can view the “body art”
For which I’ve paid sixty dollars, an hour’s time,
And several days of agonizing indecision.
It is, in a word, fabulous.
He covers it with gauze and gives me “aftercare instructions”
(just like they do in the hospital)
And a tube of something called “Tattoo Goo”
And I walk proudly out the door,
Wondering if the young couple dressed in black
Eating hummus in the Garden of Eatin’
Realize that I have a fabulous,
Spectacular shooting star
Under this bandage I wear on my shoulder.
I wear the tattoo like a badge of honor,
A medal of courage, a sign of the times.
I love it.
And it’s only the first one.