Best Somersaulted Poems
Dear December, Forgive my silence,
I’m still bleeding from
the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes
from our confrontations.
So much was
lost in translation,
though I’ve been
healing in isolation.
Warm is the smile,
when you stretched
your arms
with compassion,
understanding that
not everything
is black or white.
As I’ve learned about life:
it goes on.
and In the midst of the
somersaulted journey,
I still remember those
who boosted my sanity,
when September sorrows
slayed my spirits,
as I slowly severed my thorns,
to watch them drown
in a sea of
broken breaths,
whilst perpetually
praising the painters’ pain,
and the abstracts of
architects articulating
a peaceful pathway,
although I still dwell
on the regrets from
strawberry fed wolf moon,
the night when my
heart yearned to be heard,
as I delicately smeared
my emotions across
clementine and
cranberry twilights,
in hopes
of forgetting
withered willows,
whilst letting it melt
Honeysuckle vines,
with hues of the sangria
sky reflecting ever so softly,
showing me reasons
to believe again in
better tomorrows,
for there is a rainbow
aching to glow
after every storm,
and there’s far too
much to be grateful for
in this life of delirium,
so shall we allow this
winter to be the seed
of warm light and water~
forgive the stars that
veiled their silver,
as fate turned
her back on our garden,
let memories float in
paper boats of
lilac feathered forgiveness,
along the river of reconciliation.
Let’s flow and flourish together,
leaving behind an aroma
so divine on
cashmere sweaters,
with unwritten poems
tucked beneath velvety pillows,
that tasted so many tears,
and have seen too many
vanquished fears.
Onyx of darkness crumbled beneath my bed,
I lit a bead in fiery scarlet hues on a novel white canvas
A fire enraged in the hollows of anxieties
Oh my precious canvas burnt in raging flames
The bead from the canvas somersaulted in my room
Hallucinations of muddled cobwebs entangled me
It whirled and swooshed my fears in numbness
My drooping desires curled into creeping snails,
It flashed visions from black to topaz blue
Ruby for a while then emerald oh then amethyst
Lit the world with fireworks of hope in the moonlit sky
The reasons to die, the desires to live, dancing chaos
Ashes of my canvas scattered around in the morning,
My brush dipped in blood red fears-- yellow sapphire gleaming in my palm
June 12, 2020
Sleepless - Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
~Winner: 2nd Place
BRIAN'S select E,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: 3rd Place
The sun blowtorches its way into the water,
fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky
webbed by white-hot lightning.
Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins
disappearing into a squiggly-bright ceiling,
through which you can make out
the slurred shape of a poolside palm tree.
The deep, guttural grooon-grooon of
the water’s stomach growling is all you hear,
dredging up a similar sound from your subconscious,
last heard while you were immersed, long ago,
in another fluid world.
The water suddenly internal-combusts
in a tangle of arms and legs,
flailing in a fizz of a million tiny bubbles,
some kid having just somersaulted into the blue.
Soon, another’s face splashes down before you,
slightly albino in the shining water,
bug-eyed with silvered goggles
like a child alien from a waterless planet
discovering buoyancy.
Then you realize it’s your own kid,
wobbling from side to side,
toothy, hair waving like smoke
as he dog-paddles away.
You come up for air, breaching the surface like a
graceless dolphin,
and clarity hits your ears,
a momentarily soundless din.
You can already feel your skin heating up
in the blast furnace above water,
confusing because there are beads
running down your face and neck, cold.
You suck a lungful of air and push yourself under again,
but not before catching a glimpse of your wife
drowse-browsing a magazine on her sun lounger,
and the two umbrellas,
the big one shading the miniature one
stuck in the snowy slush of your pina colada.
Mischievous Cats
Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.
Bella stretches out her legs and purrs.
"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"
"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"
"Let's go tease Peeddie.
Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near;
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."
Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.
Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover.
Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.
Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
a twig snapped off to one side.
Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."
Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats,
with precision, unleash his position.
"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.
"W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said.
Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.
Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.
They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.
Moral of the story,
Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
07~10~16
There was a young fellow called Joe
Who loved to play out in the snow
But he skidded on ice
Somersaulted twice
And broke all three bones in his elbow.
February 16th 2018.
Entered in walking in the snow contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw.
with collars turned up,
we warm hands in our pockets...
winds pilfer the trees
~
The acorns have been bouncing like brown raindrops
If I could sell them, I would open a shop
~
As leaves somersaulted in masses from all the russet trees,
small children were running to classes, along the littered street
~
Brisk autumn winds, weaving through grass
twirl bright golden leaves, fluttered and spun
blushing like children, who tumble and laugh
playing gymnastics, having their fun
with cart-wheeling antics, under the sun
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Four Forms: Haiku,Couplet,Free Verse,Quintain
For Contest sponsored by Silent One "Poet's Dozen"
11/6/15
Driving in the city,
I'm used to many things -
Crazy cabbies, honking horns,
Pigeons spreading wings.
In attentive texters,
Speedy messengers on bikes,
Nannies pushing strollers filled
With bored or wailing tykes.
Buses not in service,
Doormen whistles blowing,
Drivers who have no idea
Which way they should be going.
But one thing I have never seen
Until my current trip
Is tumbleweed go tumbling by -
It really made me flip.
Like a bunch of dancing hay clumps,
All this tumbleweed bounced by.
As it somersaulted on
You couldn't miss it if you'd try.
It looked comical yet scary,
Almost alien to me,
Not at all like on the westerns
That I once watched on TV.
For a city gal, I'll tell you
This was special, that is true,
But I hope I never see it
Roll down Second Avenue!
Part One
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mid-summer_night_dream_1482320
Concluded
Elves, dwarves, mini giants, and hobbits all performed.
But last was Fili as he strutted to the middle of the glen.
Secretly clutching his alexandrite lode, he flew
Straight up ten feet with a view for all to see.
Fireflies flew erratically around him, a ghostly shine.
As Fili moved his clutched hand, he turned.
Somersaulted, spun and returned to his standing stance.
Below the people of the glen clapped in awe.
But now Fili was worried, how was he to descend
And thus receive his well merited prize?
It was the River-maid who rescued him, as she flew
And whispered in his ear. Change the lode to the left hand
She whispered, giving him a luscious kiss.
Soon Fili landed and the Fairy Queen beckoned him.
You can take your first midnight skinny dipping and eat all
The strawberries you like so much, she graciously said.
She took his lode, put it on a crown and on his head it sat.
And now Fili, the hero, was annoyed no more.
COUNTERFEIT LOVE
By Madalitso Jasper Mwaungulu
Painless emotions display the hurt in my butt
My eyes twinkle like little stars
As the watery flow shine out
Reflecting the captive freedom you put me into
I am a free prisoner of love
Pushed by your selfish desires
Abandoned by your royal lowness
My life somersaulted out of the league
Everything I knew changed
Everything I understood became oblivion
My intellect masked by your smiling tender-hearted face
I now understand that even the strongest hearts melts
They cry, they break, they harden, they soften and they forgive
But they never forget
How can they forget?
How can they see when the mist of your deception
Engulfs their perception?
Eagles cry deep in the sky
While hovering over naked smiles
Happiness of young hearts snatched
And onto the rock of Saturn smashed
When selfish ambitions walks pompously in
The corridors of their little love hearts
Proclaiming fear in their ventricles
Their pure first love you snatched
Now they can’t love anymore because
You vanished
They counted their joy in you
Gained their strength
And admonished their girth
Disappointingly, they’re broken
And they can’t be mended
Even glue a vague adhesive to bend.
They cry, they bleat, they moan, they whine, they whimper and they wail
Not because they choose to
Or forced to
But because they’re used to
As their minds dredge up the joy your presence caused
Searching and scouring for your return
Your humble entry back into their hearts
Not to mend but to build them again
To say the truth
They don’t smile anymore
But they are drenched in fear
When they see your resemblance
They don’t smile because you took their smile
Together with you when you left
You took their peace
And they live in fear
Not fear of whom or what or where
But fear of you
And I only realize
That your love was only counterfeit
Lord, today I saw her, like a bride walking down an aisle
Moving in all your glory and glowing all the while
Prettiness with petite cutie and beauty in a pile
I saw a flash of lightning in one enlightening smile
A student in the making, yet a model in her style
Lord, even a rose ain’t that angelic in its entire beauty file
I asked for her name but she just stared down in a frown
I stood my ground and she said June is the noun
With a voice so shy yet a melodious sound
I hope she sees me as no less than a charming prince
Because a princess she is, if she wasn’t that ever since
For just the sight of her can put a man’s man in a wince
She looked so precious, an enchanted heavenly sight
My silly little heart quivered, somersaulted and pounded with delight
My pen bled love as this sight i jotted with the braveness of a knight
Lord, I was gripped by the fright of a night not seeming so right
For a dream not so dry she provokes when you kill the light
I saw the calmness of the ocean reflected in a brown pair of eyes
I saw the radiance of a twilight captured in such a skin, I no tell lies
And the smile of a crescent moon that makes the sun not rise
If she is in your image lord, then you really must look nice
For such is the reason I always wished Christmas came twice!
“Why d’you take so much care? Why don’t you dump her altogether?”
That’s the question they ask me for the umpteenth time and more.
She lies upon her bed; her blank stares pierce the mirror in front of her
The immovable torso that she has been accursed with lay facing the door
Twenty years ago met a beautiful girl with the man she liked
The courtship period soon passed by, the marriage was solemnized
Wedding guests had a sumptuous meal, everyone was satisfied
The fairy tale began; the new couple merry, their life was prized
Perhaps you thought the fairy tale would survive? Heck, no—
Two years later we were on a hilly terrain ride
Squall and thunder, a great boulder suddenly had a go
The car slipped and somersaulted; seconds later a tide
Gripped me by awe, my beautiful girl was in a pool of blood
She survived; only to be left in such a ruin
I was dumbstruck; had a great pain to evade the flood
Of public sympathy, anyway once again made ‘our’ life a-going
Since then we have been living here, people ask me why
I haven’t dumped her; left her at her own fate
People are crazy, their pokes and nudges should be kept at bay
Have you been answered? Well now I think am getting late
Several miles downtown my mistress’ bed is prepared; she must be looking my way
Sun shines like strong light without burning intensity,
Water splashes on me as it flows down hill with great fidelity,
The atmosphere is different with a pleasant aroma,
which makes me wonder and places me in a silent dilemma,
A hand touches me and pulls me up "let`s go"
His voice sounds familiar,so I couldn`t say `No`,
we move through beautiful garden of red flamboyant plants,
And I see people wearing white tops with blue skirts and pants,
They are having a feast, It`s a barbecue,
we move towards them and join the queue,
Mum!Dad!,nearly every one that I know is here,
but they are all dead and yet,they look lifely,
their reception and interactions are very friendly,
This place is full of smiling faces which makes it so dear,
Happiness,peace and friendship radiate in the air,
This is where I love to be; it is cool and fair,
"Oh!Jane,It`s been long,you look so charming"
She smiles and hugs me,"darling I`ve been waiting",
'Son!'called my dad "you have to go back"
'Many things still have to be done which you lack'
THEN something pulls me;I can only see bright lights.
~ ~ ~
Different faces surround me like lions on their prey,
I couldn`t move,I`m tied down for the slay,
My heart beats slowly,I can now respire,
"He`s getting back"they say,as they perspire,
Lying on the bed,drifting slowly;I become conscious,
Asking myself how I got here,I am curious..
~ ~ Then I remembered ~ ~
Driving on a wet road on vacation
smiling as we move to our new location,
something ran across the road suddenly,
which made me to apply the brake swiftly,
The car somersaulted and entered a pit,
blood gushed out of my head and made me fall into a fit,
We were rushed to the hospital but Jane gave up the ghost,
before arriving and for the doctors to become our host,
I was bleeding internally and fell into coma for a week.
~Oh!this operation makes me feel sleepy and weak...
Could I ever forget you my little paternal home?
Your reminiscence haunts me however far I might roam.
That mysterious nook wherein my mother gave me birth,
That treasure-chamber, where there never had been dearth for mirth...
That corner where, for first-time, I felt your motherly kiss,
Where with milk and maternal bond I drank your baffling bliss...
That home where, as young, many human virtues I learned,
Performing little things, where, from elders, esteems I earned...
Its each stone and each tile, had marvelous stories to tell,
Mixing, like milk and sugar, tales of heaven and hell...
When storms and tempests shook you, my roots within me did shake,
Though calm and still I sat; my heart, as pricked by thorns, did ache...
Could I forget that cashew-groove, palms and coconut trees?
Each little flower that, like novice dancer, sway in breeze...
That little pond, where I learned swimming and somersaulted,
Near which for inspirations to my poems, I halted...
Oh! Those little sparrows! Don’t they seem less in number now?
Those eagles in polite fury! Where are they, anyhow?
Though old and shaking, do not kindly fall down, home dearest...!
When life says slow good-bye to me, I'd love stay your nearest...!
23 July 2022
Last night I met a gypsy girl,
Temptation was her name.
A breathless brazen beauty,
a drop-dead gorgeous dame.
I went to get my fortune told,
ten dollars was a steal.
This magic mystic mistress
began to play reveal.
Her gypsy dress fell to the floor,
those red lips cast a spell.
They whispered wicked warnings,
then on her knees she fell.
She purred, she arched, she hypnotized,
my legs just turned to stone.
Her frenzied fleshy flaunting
caused blood to conquer bone.
She crawled toward me on all fours
so ripe my mind did peal.
That silky sultry sex slave,
my body ached to feel.
A razor blade between her teeth
made short work of my clothes.
Her tempered tasteful teasing
finished where ardor flows.
Still paralyzed but craving more,
she swallowed my desire.
Her lavish language, luscious!
An all-consuming fire.
She laid me down onto my back
then turned her world around.
This willful wanton woman,
she offered me the mound.
I dived until I found the pearl,
her pleasure dome, my teeth.
Both fighting frenzied forces
while pleasure reigned beneath.
Our fervor flared, lit up the night,
consuming both our souls.
Our rampant raging rapture,
forever I'll extol.
She somersaulted onto lust...
a tear she did allow.
Her pounding paving pathways,
endless fields to plow.
I'd pounce upon a fling like that,
Alas... Twas but a dream!
My hardened hunger's harnessed.
temptation made it scream!