Best Tenth Poems
Just twenty days. The mystical
Libra will turn rosette boughs into
fading auburn… nights combing
the breeze colder and quite somber ,
as if women on bare hilltops await
the arrival of men in some far oceans
when bleached summer gives way
to icicles of endurance so patient
and wives, lovers tremble in this anticipation
swaying
back and forth, balancing the cold
clutches of afternoon’s light and
destitute clouds wearing mufflers
for near or far elegies of snow.
It is grippingly delicate: I mean, watching
the changing hint of a breeze growing
paler.
Yet wiser is October rising to chip the
glow of studded stars, bit by bit, dying
in the gray of grayest sleet to bear
the tunes of venial woes. Yet, it is the cycle
when courage bides its time for amiable joy.
It is the cycle when her adolescent stage
transforms ladies into maids-in-waiting...
how much longer must the women endure
to find an armada of loved ones back home?
And the weight of contentment drips, drips
in a season fulfilling its own quest.
There are
no answers; only reflective surrender.
Contest: Waiting
Sponsor: james rogers
9/10/2015
Living a life full of confusion
Just trying to figure it all out
Hope I can find some solution
To rid myself of all this doubt
Wanting to do it the right way
Yet it's a never ending battle
Matters not what they all say
Like my soul they try to rattle
I won't give in easily you see
In me there's much more fight
I live my life to the tenth degree
As I always shed a bright light
I am a patient son
Yet I abhor waiting for the version of you that I love
Every time you touch a bottle,
You violently divorce me as your son
Each time you become a different man, one I cannot love
Oh father, I detest all your shades but one.
Abandon your poison,
Or very soon I will love none
Be the man you hope I'll become.
How deep
The Rio Hondo?
Mopan, Sarstoon
They flow... deep as gratitude
Deep as our forefather's breath
Fighting on to victory
September Tenth, of
Seventeen Ninety-Eight,
Please remember.
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TENTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY
‘My Dear, our tenth Anniversary:
Yet, no planning is compulsory.
Much I do not expect,
still love to celebrate.
Whimsical or arbitrary.’
‘Right you are: Nothing mandatory.
I feel cool in your territory,
but need certificate
of marriage, to locate
where is written date of expiry?’
02/O4/20
THE TENTH WAVE
The rain drops prick the skin of the sea
Tumble with the urchins in the water,
The black water, so heavy, tired--
Watching it tic tac toe in millions of tiny rings
Tic tac toe, three by three by three
Up until infinity--
As scores of seagulls watched from buoys
Red sky at night, sailor's delight
Isn't that how it goes?
All hands on deck! All hands!
Until then came, out of the night sky, a wind
With the sound and fury of a thousand black horses
Pummeling down on the water, the great, fearsome ocean
And stirring it up like a bowl of soup
All hands!
The great boats all groaned in protest,
Their wet, wooden bellies full
Reeds choking shores uprooted and flew at the storm
The whole world seemed to be feeding the storm,
Which would not be satiated, but howled for more
Chunks of earth, wood, sail, even human souls
Would not appease such an appetite
And then, in the pulse of three hours, a brief
Quiet...
...an aching silence
where the sun deceived them
By shirking off the clouds for a moment
Hear the call of the birds...
Red sky at morning, at morning, at mourning
It was then that the waves began--
Undulating at first, feel the water breathe,
Soon rising, rising, black towers
Into walls of water no one could scale,
Ripping across the top in violent zig-zags
White madness, the open mouth-
-and they came, they came in rows
As tall as nightmares, even hungrier than the wind
And they ate up everything they touched,
Swallowing lives, swallowing that which made them
Pulling our dwarfed armies into the deep, deep
Dark, black salt water
Until then, after the herald, and the birds didn't sing anymore
A tenth wave, which rose colossal over the rest,
Moving like a lost city,
Over the darkness, a shadow covering this world
Silenced what was left to be silenced
Little sailors
Little sailors
All sailor's songs end
And On the Land
Your little wives
Will catch your songs on the wind
Will pick up those songs on the winds
You disappeared like foam on a slow rolling wave
You sang a deep-throat song like from a small creature
Your gaze sang songs of sad sunrises to me
You shook my world leaving me by Life's roadside
On dark alleys running through my imagination
You sought people with sad souls
I became confused, your sadness overwhelmed me
your discontent hung like lone shadows on a barren hillside
Lover's pain is meant to teach fragile lessons of the heart
The pain you inflicted on me is an open wound I hide in my soul
I'm not naive, I know that life is not a frivolous party
but neither should it be all pain
A peaceful anxiety engulfs me
As I sit wafting through the winter of my sorrow
trying to make sense of us
you were my chosen one, I chose my pain
You are not to blame
You were the guiding star in my life for a short minute
my father should have warned me
women like you come soft and cuddly like kittens
but leave in a fiery destructive storm
But it's too late now,
you are with him wherever you are
and I am here sitting on the floor sobbing
embracing my tenth beer.
How many reindeer does Santa have stabled?
Let's take the count, as in the fables.
If you count eight then you are off,
for that, I cannot but scoff.
You might say nine but to no avail,
That's if you include the red-nosed one in the tale.
No, Santa has ten reindeer in all,
If you don't believe me, just give their roll a call.
We know Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen,
Comet, Cupid, Donner, and Blitzen.
And if you will recall,
Rudolph became the most famous reindeer of all.
But no one ever speaks about number ten,
Perhaps, it's because no one thinks of them.
I want to cry when the fuss about Rudolph I at Christmas hear,
Because everyone forgets Olive...Olive the other reindeer.
I genuflected,
Is that even the
Proper tense?
I've wondered.
And the Math Man,
clipboard and all
Smashed his
Brains in,
with his cat
and Bicycle.
And closed now,
Is that institution
Where I learned
Only text book
rhetoric and
Public exposure
of my Genitals.
That day is just another day,
Boarding buses driving car,
Some smile or sleep at hay,
Others chatting while driving far.
Thru and flow those journey,
One's mind will never across,
Death angel is on the hurry,
Waiting right spot for a man's loss.
Impact of dark angel wings,
Thrown and messed every stream,
All those agony brings,
Smash out those living dreams.
15 lives been told,
15 souls turned cold,
15 and 15 themselves,
Will never erased from shelves.
Family of 15 cried,
Shocked till tears dried,
The rest are in blurry side,
Come to known they are still alive.
That black tenth,
15 lost souls never reached home,
That black tenth,
Malaysia's most sour dome.
That black tenth,
Will forever remembered...
R.I.P for those 15 souls
Felt absurd as they kindly said
I could have my heart’s wildest wish
A golden chance to knock and order
a costly ensemble or a flying fish
Mom, an admirable and genial woman
stood waiting till all of us ate
Caught her adding water to gravy
later ladling her plate
I did appreciate the generous love and care
but couldn’t subject engineer dad to my greed
Snubbed the kink of wish that made me irritable
shh..my excellent parents had eight mouths to feed
An orange haired little cat
iris shining in the sun’s gleam
lay at my feet the birthday morning
straight out of my last night’s dream
That memory emits such effulgence when
power of love bowled me over that December
The secret wish I hid deep was fulfilled
without an iota of hint,I remember
Written on:07/08/2016
Time taken to write:1 hour
The city of nine Gates lays between two worlds.
In time wanders through pain and bliss,
Holding stones with hands cold, following signs stray from a Fate's gush.
The dark city walks the path of Silence,
Driven by a flaming star until the last Gate appears.
A vivid lightning, in a winter's scary night,
The edge of a cliff that few will dare to fall,
The tenth Gate reveals the Secret of a life divine.
Time and light swirl and dance in a purity,
Where prime Intuition and instincts entrap the Oblivion.
Free minds, visitants, touching the Doors' Perception knob
Wishing to feel the large and become the change they See.
As Sappho climbed the mountainside,
She knew the Muses waited there,
And she was welcomed by all nine
And given Laurels for her hair.
She wandered gaily through the wood,
Until she found Apollo’s cave,
And then she dived into the spring -
She’d seen the place where poets bathe.
As nymphs were dancing round the fire,
She played a paean on her lyre.
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flowing, carousing, swirling on libra
winds, the tips of floral thumbs
spiral down into autumn’s pewter bowl
caressing lips of leaves
more temperate in shades of october’s
fading yellow, perhaps brown sepia,
deepening the incense of quite solitude
away from the burst of soaking, reeling spring...
it is the time for holy retreat when
stems and branches droop to rest on a clayed
blanket of earth, soulful and so serene,
much like wet light of dusk iced with frail
sleeves of fading blades...
october caresses the skin of men to smell
the air of reflective passages; a time
for quiet joy and embraceable songs.
and in it’s stillness, the heart of sages listens.
October Contest for SKAT
posted 10/6
by: nette onclaud