Best Soldered Poems
Languishing in a limbo of roles
perpetually gleaning
reading ripe tombs and myths
a child, a child dreaming
parroting fancies in pretty pink
braiding wisps on a razor straps edge
the perfect daughter to become
when all that was wanted was a son…
life passed by for the adult child
caring for mother, sister, brother
never really finding a meaning of she
mothering mother
friend and companion to father
oh where was she?
excel… a touch tones sympathetic plight
graft the colors, the paint the light, the mold
the seemingly endless mission…life
languishing in a limbo of roles
captured waif, soldered wife
pie baker, clothes maker, gardener
twist the seam of an unknown dream
thirty years on hold
half a lifetime, square peg in a round hole
then she came, who was she you ask
why me, myself and I
bloom on a rose I saved me
stepped off the cross
and became.....me
Contest The Right Time
Poet: D. Guzzi
Gotta Love Alliteration 5-21-24
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Gracious Grace
Endless effervescence of grace,
In riots of radiance, infected by innocence,
Seeks out the heart harassed by humiliation –
Wrapped in sleepless shrouds of incensed worry –
When alliterations of angst plunder soiled spirits with pandemonium
Grace, the eternal romantic, lavishes love.
Purity, born of playful purity,
Tames tempests of melancholy mistrals
As midnight murmurs into dawn’s jubilant joy
As dusky dews flow from fountains of forgiveness
With eternal elixirs from the everlasting
For the pensive plea of the penitent pilgrim.
Grace sings the ageless anthem of sweetest sanctuary
In honeyed breaths for the hobbled heart to inhale
Ever abiding loveliness, always in ascent,
Tingling with tenderness, opening soldered seas of sin,
Miracle made manifest in majestic melody
With promises penned in poems of peacefulness.
voices skating secrets across the rim of a wine glass,
breath advocating a glance. Plucking nerves like a guitar string
wind revealing the liars tongue,
never failing to encapsulate
the quiet tuck, serenades of existence
pouring solitude down a rusty rainspout
to particular seasons that shadow
a present future;
as corrupted stain glass contributes
a haunted soldered image.
We never fully realize the petals won’t wilt,
gardens remain constant
hope becoming a postal card;
parchments sealed with the adieu
real like hairline cracked sidewalks
sowed by constant sorrow.
Distribute me from your straight jacket of resents,
sanction me to feel the softness of
the salt water breeze;
a chance meeting with eyes unable to ascend
knowing that the plural form of time is indigo
you are violet.
Submersion Connections
The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.
The mammoth engineering marvel,
rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
antenna first
then bridge
finally the deck
The round port hole unwinds.
On the dock are,
two women and a man
The women she,
confuses, flusters and amazes the man,
In a glorious way!
Completing his being and upsetting his,
reality impressions.
The reality he always thought was true and only,
their emotional, physical, spiritual and,
historical selves are dynamic like the name of the ship USS Dynamic.
A composite of every:
• Girl
• Women
• Mother
• Lover
• Goddess
• Witch
• Vamp
• Teacher
• Whore
From brunette to blond.
From redhead to auburn.
From Cindy O to Patty S.
Christine C to Tanya R.
And back,
from forth
? Plump
? Skinny
The Anima essence reflections intoxicate him
But consistently calm
A feeling tone of
Peace resolved
With facets like diamonds
The mission is to,
reconnect!
Without a connect all,
Energy is gone
Relationships gone,
Fellowship gone,
The pain of hunger gone,
Anticipation of love gone,
The release of laughter gone,
Mortal reassurance of pain gone,
Knowledge of being gone.
The water is deep and dangerous,
just below,
our fears swim with our own self hatred.
But the wires are severed and that’s where they lie as,
deep in our subconscious,
a dangerous place for anyone to try.
You enter the vessel,
Cleansed and baptized from,
eons of anticipation and preparation and,
the sub supplies safety and comfort,
for the process of healing
Connections are made:
o Soldered
o Tested
o Insulated
The three souls are merged, mixed, consolidated and rectified,
beyond recognition and memory.
One Archetype where,
the power flows,
the meter spins where,
balanced achieved and,
calmness reigns,
once again.
At last!
(Rhyming Senryu)
Cold and careful hands
Dismantle love’s elements
Methodically
The eye detecting
Fragile fractured copper threads
Dispassionately
Concentrating fire
Melting metal, soldered wire
Mending circuitry
Testing, one, two, three
The current, interrupted
Now set flowing free
How beautifully
Cool flux and hot flame restore
Conductivity
Love’s analogy
Motorcycle maintenance
Electricity
by Gail
We, the creatures, fused from stardust
soldered with the fires of hell,
crawling on our squalid bellies
from the froth of ocean's swell—
We, who wield supreme dominion
over land and sea and sky,
creatures with the wings of angels,
unaware that we can fly—
From the gutter in an alley
to the noblest castle wall,
every creature holds the secret,
though we have forgotten all.
Strains of music, soft, exquisite,
shimmer from the creature's hand,
drifting over cries of anguish,
centuries of lash and brand.
Stinking skins, the creatures' bodies,
base and mortal, house the beast.
Yet, within, the spark of heaven
kindles flames among the least.
Nature rules the creatures' habit,
spinning cosmos feeds the heart.
Which will navigate the journey
every creature's course must chart?
Time awaits the final verdict,
earth and oceans hold their breath
as the creatures swirl and stumble
toward the light or to their death.
We are grand, sublime, inspired,
hateful, foul, depraved and flawed—
still, the eyes of We the creatures
glimmer from the face of God.
I waved a silent song
past its strongest heights
For a sating revision
of a shy sound to ignite
Asks for melodic tense,
for its sequence of time
heaves a better song
and lights up a star-deprived
haze
regardless of time,
Promises
to sign a sympathetic course
for us in bloodless keys…
and for the lost keys
discarded,
to toe
the empty line
and reside
in our unkempt places
Yet reluctantly,
and
in defeat,
invokes a right
to fill its
self-declared silence
with lasting doubt
And braises a cold heartfelt petal
of pain
To open and fit
a rising reduction of triumph
in different keys
But till then
My best bequeaths to each
of us a silent song
Our second tries aim
a daunting recourse to pasts below
We signed off
in single file
In endless cells,
walled in our own unforgiving pasts
As they
echo beneath
a soldered
and silent core of song
While we wait
for the sympathy of
a melodic distance..
that heaves
and leaves
a silent song to die
a second time
WAKE UP MY HEART
Wake up my heart, from satin sleep, so deep.
Up my expectations, of dawn’s satisfying affection.
My sorrows and worries pale, your loving kiss warms.
Heart burns and we’re soldered together, you and me.
Wake up my heart! Wake up!
Delicious in your crescent arms,
Your moving gears. The blossom
of my mind, the garden of my Eden,
explosive in the mountaintop experience.
Deep affection warms me, I’m no longer cold.
You’ve warmed my skin, my emotions within.
Singular souls united, soldered tight, hearts reborn.
We view the splay of sunrise, with glistening pairs of eyes,
In one direction, forever as husband and wife.
10/18/2017
Julie Rodeheaver’s Wake Up My Heart Contest
1st Place
*two acrostics in verse one
Left side: Wake Up My Heart
Right Side: Deep Affection Warms Me
The two are used again, to begin
the following verses.
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields
once the music died
from plane over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
sense and sensibility
without prejudice nor pride
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle proved myth regarding
land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you Masons and Dixons)
cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
Dark space
Cold
&
inexorable
soul
adrift
heart
stopped
plopped
shocked
gawked
I see you
in
majestic
&
forlorn
debarred
Not alive
Not dead
depressive
state
bereft
of
cocoon
&
callousness
drunk
on
cashmere
kisses
on
brink
of
wonder
as
flying
soaring
beyond
tipsy
skyline
glimmering
where
love
left me
breathless
soaked
inebriated
with
aroma
of
flowers
snagged
in
tangent
thought
needle
thread
tales
of
antique
mauve
lodge
in
every
stitch
and
soldered
spirit
wanting
to
learn
about
peace & love
a
touching
scale
to
climb
hanging
upside down
from
clouds
in
a
starry
sky
1st place contest winner
Written: March 1st, 2023
Your Pick Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields once died
from over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle
proved myth regarding land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you masons) cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
Tell me to whom shall I entreat and fall down on my knees
To beseech lenity ; to cry for impunity
To implore for the salvation
from the bane of infernal love
from the pain of bruised heart
To plead for the freedom
from the subjection of fervent passion
from the servitude of unrequited affection
Alas! Who to blame
When I was the one who forged the bond
Stippled the shackles and soldered the chains
To build my own cage
If only I knew
That one innocent smile and the unsullied glow of your eyes
Would, day by day, weave a web around me
Would ensnare me in the hooks of ardency
Should've severed the chains
Should've cut the threads with my own hands
Alas! Too late
Please tell me now to whom shall I entreat
And fall down on my knees
To beseech lenity
To cry for impunity
You or me?
Yesterday I saw a man die
I saw the hallowed shadow of a scared man fade away into an ocean of solid blackness.
I saw a mans total apathy towards his fears and strengths rise like a demon on the wings
of the thunder storm.
That day I felt the ashes of a fallen angel in the palm of my hands.
A mans unwavering aggression for brutality was but a dust devil in comparison to the soft
summer winds.
I watched, yesterday, as a dead man's sins spilled out and stained my arms like the blood
of wine.
Like napalm, his sins where soldered forever onto my memory of that cold hearted day.
I have slammed shut the doors of judgement and sealed my eternal fate before I had even
begun my journey into humanity.
Yesterday I saw a man die because yesterday. . .
I killed him
-Chase K. R. Miller
Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able, eager, ready
and willing to acquire money
to marry groom or bride
climb the corporate ladder or
become an artisan, entrepreneur, technician
to side step getting rung, drafted
like an oxen plow, commandeered and chide
by management as insubordinate
till retirement or join kiln fields once died
from over exertion, yet nonetheless
sweat of brow efforts praised I espied
searching me noggin brief history re:
aforesaid day, where barbecues fried
dispersed aromas recognizing efforts
of workers with quality control as guide
grievances against danger challenged
sense and sensibility stalwart did not hide
the shenanigans that took place inside
boardrooms in tandem with glories of
American made products from those
who put figurative nose to grindstone –
just common everyday Jane's and Joe’s
who weathered extreme temperatures,
whereby bodies froze
but thanks to those who battled elements
at large and snatched doze
birth of brute efforts eventually
earned reserved renowned
borne couple shy of
nineteenth century, whence sound
of industrial silence replaced with
parades where hoof beats did pound
burgeoning and bustling city streets
echoed along hardened ground
fealty to country soldered
with faith, federation union freedom
and job security did thence abound,
which holiday underwent
transformations as bustle
and hustle proved myth regarding
land of milk and honey –
from straining of muscle
whereby life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness less of physical tussle
set (thank you Masons and Dixons)
cornerstone to an invisible
complex edifice originally from New York
forgotten builders, farmers, machinists,
et cetera who laid groundwork
wrought by destruction
from Civil War largesse and pork
loosed from the bottle in
Antebellum South, when off flew cork
freeing a genie, which became rendered
supremely courtly poet, i.e. this former dork.
We’re one loose screw away from being
Ten hollow corpses
Nailed to crosses we didn’t even configure
Still gossiping like our hands aren’t on fire
And you're three secrets away
From being the loose lips of the school
And the pills must not be working if you still think this is cool
And you're one homewrecking away
from being the loose hips of the school
And there’s nothing that you’ve touched
That didn’t burn
We’re two candle flickers away
From being ten hollow corpses
Glowing through every rumor we absorbed
Like soldered lanterns in a field of flowers
The spark of flames will only make us stronger
But weaker by the force of wind and water
Ten hollow lantern corpses
Nailed to crosses that were built but not completed
Still whispering to each other like our palms aren’t bleeding
What doesn’t kill us leaves our hearts and hands weaker
Stealing pieces of wisdom from muses to martyrs
Anything we can get before you touch the ground we worship and watch it burn
And to wear a robe and a crown doesn’t make you in charge of this
But you’re only seven sins away
From being on par with almost every president
But leave these futile lies at homes
Just because the safe is open
doesn’t mean you cracked the code
And I hope you know
You're three secrets away
From being the loose lips of the school
And the pills must not be working if you still think this is cool
And you're one outburst away
from being the sinking ship of this school
We used to worship the ground you walk on
But now there’s nothing that you’ve touched
That didn’t burn
Ten hollow corpses
With too many secrets for the urn