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Sleepless Valentine

Sleepless Valentine



I took the pinkie blue cuddlesome bear
And by its blood scarlet bow
Noose tied hung it
Too soft
With its felted heart
And false cute sentiment

And with eyes burning hot
I tore it down
Fluffy bear
Thrown to the ground
Where
The petal shard-ed reds of rose
Lay dashed
On broken stems

Thrashed to the corner
The puffy pleading little arms
And big round mollusc eyes
And cutie pie smile
So in bare feet
I could trample flowers
In a Disney valentine

Till I lay on my bed
Groaning, shudders and weeping
And all the words I wrote
Of love
Couldn’t stop the pleading
Of my heart
Not to feel these empty arms

Riled against my pillow I did
And scratched and tore
At cold cotton sheets
While images of you 
Lay my souls ever itch in my head
While my blood screamed
With dead Rosetta Rosaceae

And this nights sleepless toss and turn
Has not begun
Has not lifted an eye lid
And stolen my dreams
No
The long dawn has not even begun 
To bleed its way through solitary hours
And find me capitulated
In the teddy bear whispers
Of the night still ahead

I must steal myself instead
And continue to hanker after the witches red
Of ringlet hair 
And bend my will
To sullen acceptance
No
Not together
No
Not yet

Premium Member Silhouettes On the Stage 1953

Lying still on the class room floor,
brown paper for a bottom sheet.
All the children were gathered round
and my outline was complete.

A cookie cutter girl was I
in bright black paten leather shoes;
with a gathered skirt, puffy blouse
of blue polka dotty hues.

Drawn silhouette, a paper doll,
not ashen as deaths cold harrow,
and I regret, my parents get
left Hiroshima's shadows.

Eight years gone the Rising Sun
was challenged in an earthy sky;
for bombs Little Boy and Fat Man fell
and two-hundred thousand people died

The Man of Steel, old Stalin
passed away in Russia this year;
the hot cold war was in full bloom
and our children hid in fear.

Beneath our desk tops we scrambled
as the shrill sirens shrieked away
the Committee of Five ruled Russia
and Khrushchev was on his way.

Dwight Ike was in the White House
as a veteran, he'd fought hard
the GI bill was now in affect
and bomb shelters filled our yards.

And little girls with ringlet curls
still made dollies on paper sheets;
while the doll shadows left by WWII
bombs blackened in Japan's streets.

*On August 6, 1945, the United States used a massive, atomic weapon against Hiroshima, Japan. This atomic bomb, the equivalent of 20,000 tons of TNT, flattened the city, killing tens of thousands of civilians. While Japan was still trying to comprehend this devastation three days later, the United States struck again, this time, on Nagasaki. Nagasaki was bombed on August 9, 1945 only three days after the bombing of Hiroshima. And we worry that other countries may develope atomic bombs???

Bric-A-Brac

If you found a fragment of an ancient Greek vase in sand on the edge of the surf, you can find as well all the others, provided that you have an eternity.

A time;
a sea;
salty and warm surf's hands, sorting through a treasure,
gifts from who knows who to who knows whom,
a bric-a-brac* of life:
green, 
white, 
orange shards of glass, turned into gems by numbers one and second on this list;
a button;
a dime;
a cork;
a toothless comb;
a children's plastic scoop;
an oval shell;
pebbles, tangled up in the algae's brown beard;
a cheap, 
enamel on silver, 
ringlet (my girlfriend lost it here in July. We got married in September, but she still feels sorry of this ringlet).


* (fr.) A collection of all sorts of rarities, art objects or just useless stuff.

24/07/2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart


Premium Member Golden Tears by Klimt

The higher heavens kept her secret 
that love once kindled, doesn’t perish with distance
It burns in the marrow, it gleams in the wound
Endless falls of the Sun’s golden tears 
filling cups of sorrow with a final goodbye 
Freya weeps for her lover destined never to return
she leans on the hammered gold wall
with partial face aglow and a deep-set eyelid closed
amber ringlet waves coiled, goldschläger drips
from the Norse Goddess this your myth of olde
its Óðr she longs for
                              Of divine madness 
                              drowns tomorrow
                              she fills the regal rivers
                              and every tear fell from her 
 
                           ...glimmers lux vitae
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

When Death Visits

Death is a best friend
she visits often to dissolve old cells
tweak dioxyribonucleic acids   
carrying silver sword and bamboo pipe 
to draw breath, pointing to moon
caped in indigo velvet with hood
her whispers are silent breath on
white pillow 

I invite her to sit on my bed
she admires an octagonal quilt red
removing her cape, accepting offering 
of camomile tea, her eyes smiling hollows  hyena, warrior, eagle, dung beetle
all at once, elegantly slow she settles 
closer, fingering my ears, cold breezes 
ripple down my legs 

With sidelong glance she asks : 
“So what is your claim to fame ?”
I reply : “I know not a name. Fame is 
a shadowy flame, an orange-purple 
one flickering to become lame. 
All the same, I claim to be the highest 
version of what Source intended 
nothing more, nothing less. 
This is free fame, oxygenated.
That is my game, if insane, let it not 
be a shame, or a blame.”
Smiling, she asks next : “How have 
you helped fellow humans ?”  

I reply : “With Pluto Sun squared as 
a dominant in my Chart, I undertook to 
integrate escaping gloom into Light for 
Self and others. As God granted Ketu 
long periods of rulership over my form 
I pulped Self in backwaters, where 
angels fear to tread, to be a Presence 
for fellow humans.” 

Her hollow eyes with high cheekbones 
move closer to my face. Sipping from floral teacup, fingers spindly, she asks : 
“How erect will your spine be before 
THE ALL ?”
I reply : “Not as erect as when I practiced kundalini and hatha yoga, though I detect 
zero regrets, bereft of debts, slate clean 
as an uncooked bean.”

Laughing, she replies that Divinity 
will be pleased with my use of poetics
whispering : “Know that your spine will 
revert to 21 years when I draw your 
breath into mine, to gently carry to 
Divine. You will sway on your way
into a ringlet bay of rosy everlasting days. 
17 more good cheer years, hear my Dear.”

I watch quick footsteps across the 
garden path. A thoughtform follows 
slender caped back : “My claim to fame
is to be what HE-SHE desires me to be  
~ Co-Creator of my own destiny.”

Next time Death visits, I will word it this way.

__________________

*[new form: L&N : Letters and Numbers]

Premium Member Love Affair

Like an innocent ringlet
the corkscrew opened up
her world of tedium
to a heaven, to an intensity
of the stars she had not seen
before.

She clung madly to bliss,
devoured her bottleful
with so baffling a love,
the woman was swallowed
into fractured pieces
of fume

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
December 5, 2012


Premium Member All Things Norse

All Things Norse

The dark and dreary autumn skies
Illuminating moon amplifies
Shadowy figure arises 
Through the misty fog belies

Her falcon cloak wears a whirring sound
Absorbed by loves battleground 
Affliction blight of Niflheim
Embracing Freya’s willowy frame

This goddess walks through towering wheat, bittersweet
With grandeur attributes, beauty becomes deplete 
For about her neck clings Brisingamen of fire 
She knows the cost beloved husband was acquired

Odin’s ravens fly above divulge shiny blackened feathers
Hunting her walk upon the hills in steady measure
The moon sends its beams between darkened clouds
Reflecting her ebony ringlet hair abounds
 
Here in Folkvangr lives the field of host
Battle cries for mountainous ghosts 
Hnitborg holds the mead of poetry  
In mound of heights lives ancestry

And amber tears fill the alabaster jar
Until they reunite her to Odh

July 24, 2014

Premium Member Renewal

I grump, I slump, I scowl, I'm in a mood
To judge, nitpick and be abruptly rude.

Skies heavy under clouds of concrete gray
Lost are the pinks and lavenders of May.

This winter has worn down my sunny cheer
A season's rain lasting throughout a year.

Manners abandoned as passive and prim
The strain on kinder spirits running grim.

I swallowed full this bitter appetite
Too eager for the apple's poisoned bite.

An ice stone lodges where my heart once bled
Frozen where human charity has fled.

Like princesses asleep in frosty tombs
I wait on kisses dropped from rosy blooms.

At last, a crack, a ringlet of green thaw
Renewal, like clover, fragile and raw.

A rise in warming skies by shifting blues
Outlines the sun's return in heathered hues.

The promise within rainbow spring relies
Upon the wings of snow white butterflies.

05/06/21

Rhyming Couplets contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy

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Hero's Un-Planned

Ringlet curls
Cabbage patch wrists
Dependent on me
Everyday a new twist

Making and breaking
Toys, games and knick-knacks
Mommy’s little speed racers
Mile long smile’s, are all I can crack

Yeah, frustration settles
From time to time
Then I behold their faces 
And think “wow, those are mine”

I try to think back
Before mommy-hood
On a straight road to nowhere
Parties, cigs, all no good

I went to see Doc.
He said “hey, Randa guess what…
…no more parties for you…
…at least not for 9 months”

Shock sunk in
“I’m a mommy-to-be”
A whole pack of cigs in the trash,
For the baby growing in me

Now I’m a mommy of 2
One 10 months and one on year 3
And to tell you the truth
I wouldn’t change one thing

They straightened me up hair to toe
No other could understand
How I thank them so
My hero’s un-planned

Copyright © Miranda Lambert
Written: 6/21/2011
For “My Children” Contest

Outside

Jagged trees eat the sky, hungry for its breath.
The jaw of the ridge curves around a valley throat.
As I descend down the steep canyon to the lake,
The sun drips from the east to the west.
By the water, the mood gentles.
A sunlight sonata plays.
Each ripple holds a separate sun.
The rocks above the water's surface match those below,
both wearing ringlet gowns of shifting animal print.
I float on the dance floor,
beneath the wild sky.

Mona Lisa Why (1 of 2)

Mona Lisa why?
Mona Lisa loves sunshine
Rather, speechlessly cries… Why!?

See her left side’s show?
A scared girl’s face through window?!
With her straight blond hair does stroll?

Looking at the sky!?
Where darkness swivels to shine!
Strangely with enormous fright!!

Weirdly, heaven’s daze!?
Scares children as in chess mate!?
Gazing speechless and in vain!?

There’s lunar eclipse?
Behind her right sad eye’s wink
Over a dancer’s hybrid!

See her right thumb seems
A barge or a submarine
Off the cost line drifted in!?

See her right pinky?
Blistered for testing hot sea
Yet does not yelp for any!?

What was she thinking?
Was she hypnotized quickly?
Or shocked with painful heckling?

Tilt her to her right
Her right shoulder shows might
When the Red Sea slides inside!

Tilt her down to six
See the Black Sea draining its
River down curly stream quick?!

See the small bright dots?
Planets aligning below her smock
Attending all featured folk!?
 
Carefully look at!!!
Away from your face one foot far!!!
Get a pair of scissors and…
 
Exhume her upside
Down composure for a while!
Could a nail asteroid breach bile!!!

Until mudslides fill
In the huge gap as though it
Looks like collider’s strange zit!!!

Splits the atmosphere
As if dividing soil beneath
Dazzling earth was once believed!!

Carefully just glimpse!!!
See a comet passing quick!!
Or an edge of a ringlet!! 

Does not slap the earth
For heaven’s and saints’ dear sake
Drifted slowly by strong faith!!

Tilt to quarter till
Volcano Mountain leaks gas!
Shown under her sliced thin chin

Lava slides down hill?!
When snow covers the land’s bin
In Mediterranean’s fin!

cont...

Aquarian Aquarium

AQUARIAN AQUARIUM

coral reefs ripple beneath
crystal clear cerulean
cinematic hues of cool
Caribbean 
blues

psychedelic underworld
swims and swirls serenely
a show room of shy seahorses
Surrealistic
muse

ringlet tails coiled regalia
resplendent heads held high
rocking to and fro below rare
Aquarium
views

gills in pink and lilac breathe
dark sharks lurk and scheme
in this tropical kaleidoscope 
of
Aquarian
pool





© Kim van Breda—19 February 2015

Premium Member Binding With Brethren Worlds

A skyscape floats with light's threads
Suspended in an unknown hemisphere
Of eternity, a  pure innocence
Where billion meteors , stars evanesce. I feel
Its rivers and heat blending as one drift,
numberless upon the ladder of creation...

Like a pilgrim of life breaking a thrilled stun,
As  the grandeur of matter and  blue fire
Ignites dawn's birthing , twilight's falling;
That each motion of a planet knows its pull
Before whirling amidst heaven's ray .  I pause...
The god-child  in me sees all brethren worlds
Allowing a force to bind with a holy order
That assigns each ringlet its fluid continuity.

I pause...moved by a galaxy that circles
From a flight roaming to greet my breath
Through seasons' journey , knowing my soul
finds its comfort beyond earth’s frontiers.



Kim Morrison's Soulful Words
by nette onclaud

Premium Member spooked by a Hoot

As a child at night, tucked up into bed 

counting sheep would never work for me 

counting only up to three

then drifting from my head 

An imagination Big enough

self-sabotaging dread 

a shadowed figurine 

with glowing eyes instead 

whistling gusts of wind 

the creepy creaking shed 

What if something hungry lurked outside

 looking to be fed 

its favourite snack was little girls, with ringlet curls

who wore Pjs colour red

scared but curious, I tiptoed across and carefully I tread

perching by my window

oddly sitting on the ledge 

was a creature looking back

tilting slow its head

A frightening hoot so loud

was why I spun around, and to my parent's room

whizzingly I fled

Whispers of Anemone

She sits alone
In the chiselled grey of stone
In her thoughts so stubborn
Leaves airborne
Mostly unknown
The little that is known
Of the silence in her shapely bone
Is hidden in the tendrils overgrown
In her ringlet curls
Infinity neatly furled
Its splashes
In her eyelashes
Nestling her cares
Of the flowers of her prayer
What will be fair
To do away with or bear?
Thorns in the crimson air
Thoughts multilayered
Collected in thick braid of her hair

In her mental eye
She looks there
Reaping the pain she had sown
She sits alone
In a wing of the bird a desire
In the other a low moan
She sits alone

Look at her heart on her face
A melancholy grace
Blood inside in race
Yet moonlight likes to come apace
And fill the beautiful space
Near the flute of her nose
Near the eyelids closed
In contemplation
Of the waves in the ocean

A mighty tug of war
Between happiness and sadness
How lonely life has grown
Whispers of anemone

In the chiselled grey of stone
She sits alone
______________________________________
August 9, 2017
For the contest by Eve Roper

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