Best Twixt Poems
Abuses hurled and Alcohol gurgled,
In the vortex of confusion
And blurred vision.
Intoxicated pleasure from surreal leisure.
Fooled senses and numbed conscience.
Wiped existence of love and kindness cuffed.
Lashed at the one he once loved.
Cringed and clung to her faint faith.
She and her cursed fate.
Exploding paroxysm of hate.
Her whipped ivory skin and bleeding lips,
Eyes with teary tinge,
Has the harvest moon singed.
Stillness of the night, pierced
By memories of bitterness-sodden years.
"Hurt me not", she trembled with fear,
"let me live for my girl, dear".
The cries colored skies crimson.
Just one reason--Her little girl.
As her daughter stared
With flaming locks and eyes that flared.
By Angom Amy (15)
‘twixt grassy tuft and bark of ancient oak,
as silky dew collects in crystal pools,
the chosen eye may witness faery folk,
though must remember ne’er to break the rules.
An honour and a charm bestowed upon
a child, who secrets promises to keep;
as dreamland calls and daylight hours are gone,
bough’s silver dust is sprinkled in her sleep.
A passage safe, both to and from their land
of harebell hats and wings of filigree.
In twilight dawn their blessing is at hand,
to keep her safe wherever she may be.
If of her precious gift she speaks, alas
she’ll ne’er see fae again 'twixt oak and grass.
Sol shines like a ball of flame
that's unbelievably bright.
And pierces sleepy eyelids
with His blazing beams of light.
Somewhere, twixt dream and awake,
reality jumps off track.
And Sol dabbles in abstract
on a field of darkest black.
Sleep slips out of fantasy,
witnessing the sun's rebirth.
And as time's held motionless;
Sol gilds the rim of the Earth.
Night retreats as Sol rises;
and the day starts to unwind.
But I'm forced to look away;
and picture Him in my mind.
.
This soul knows that you’ve heard mine
murmur
of the I who caused thine thunder under
your garment true
I saw the flush
the blush
of your pink
your face
when they read mine page
Oh the commotion
when the read was of the flush
yes
that pink blush
you left ‘pon the likes of i
when
you pranced on the me
pressed on the me
with your hymeneal
flesh
Of the trust
‘twixt
the us
"Nyx Twixt"
Blown
A long kiss,
he’s so Marshmallow
pretending to be
Peanut Brittle
She’s not interested
in small minds revelling
in a life less lived
Little
So she’ll toast him
by the fire that
burns inside his
vengeful heart, the town crier
Hell skips rope
to her tune
she sends him
the "Pass Go" card
Monopoly rides his
Funeral Pyre
Nyx twixt
Heaven N Hell
Baby’s on Fire
Striding over road kill
(Lady Labyrinth/ 2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nItuhuY1U04
Eno.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzFsDQeTUT4
Fripp.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
‘Twixt Christmas Eve and New Year
A time to reflect or regret
We ate and drank too much methinks
when family and friends we met
We remember loved ones no longer here
Fast approaching the end of another year
As the clock begins to strike
On the very dot of midnight
We are praying Covid 19 goes away
And stepping out to breathe
the freshest cleanest air
For years we took for granted you and me
And longing once again to be mask free
Life ne’er can be the same
since COVID 19 came
Are you and I the ones
to really take the blame
Or was the sign from up above
to show Mother Earth more love
For to care ~ not to destroy
appreciate ~ and to enjoy
Our Mother Earth for all that she is worth...
Written 30th December 2021
Contest CORONAVIRUS (COVID 19)
Sponsor Robert James Liquori
Contest A STRAND (1062)
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Twixt Immense Powers Of Love And Dark Hates
Twixt' immense powers of Love and dark Hates
rests blackest void that in sad sorrow awaits
For love bringeth deepest joys of moonlit dreams
emerging Light, epic truth it always brings
Shining dawns that wrap souls into warm fires
rose-red colors, graced by hope that so inspires
Yet seeds of dark hate cleaveth to such high cliffs
oft seen images Egyptian hieroglyphs
Dark webs wickedly woven to lost souls trap
birthing false paths upon each deceiving map
Twixt' immense powers of Love and dark Hates
rests blackest void that in sad sorrow awaits
Colossal powers battle to control gain
one storm's wrecking wrath, other Spring's giving rain
Betwixt that eternal realm, Darkness and Light
man but mere pawn in that never ending fight
Should thee seeketh with truth and warm open hearts
Light gifteth joy and as wisdom it imparts
Saileth thy vessel, blue waters of calm seas
without direst fears, need of sad prayer pleas
Twixt' immense powers of Love and dark Hates
rests blackest void that in sad sorrow awaits
Robert J. Lindley, 3-22-2017
Form-Classicism
Memories fade slowly
Flickering with spurts of afterglow
The bad and ugly quick to go
The good crystallize, glint and twinkle
Before fading like embers to ash, in fire out.
Dawn is twilight played in reverse
Memories the same
Outcome backtracks to cause rewinds
Sometimes we choose to forget what happened
Cut the tape, pause the restart.
Twilight is transition with fade
Afterglow heralds night seeping in
Gobbling morsels of last light's ruby red glow
Storing rays, beams, shafts to kindle the dawn
Night twixt twilight and first light twins.
Photos are the afterglow of memories fading
Triggers and prompts to awaken times past,
In twilight years of life as we grow old
Cherishing memories in one last afterglow
As life span in twilight, fades and is gone.
qu'ry this:
a chivalrous charlatan, I
dareth feign to pen thy prop'r aspect?
aye, f'r thy legitimate contours art
yet ov'rwhelmingly stagg'ring to the gazeth
and if beheld by the ingraft
m'rtal, thus, wouldst rend'r those
folk stunn'd to reticence …
such provocative p'rfection f'r a
prop'r prose pedestal doth now standeth
thy outlines …
if 't only the ink of mine own quill
flow'd with the langu'rous liquidity of
thy libidinous limbs -
w'rds danceth off the wit
at but a glance of thy exquisite epid'rmal embodiment
w'rds liketh touch, tickleth, tease, tempteth …
coequal the wisest of w'rdsmiths
wouldst strain to holdeth nigh and effectual,
the phrasing of the
diaphanous d'rmal dialogue that elucidates the
sultry "esses" yond thy shadow paints on
the walls and flo'rs …
only those bless'd as i, without pure
sight of the eye, art accomplish'd enough to
appropriate a competency of fair and
f'rm'd appreciation and charact'rization of
the voluptuous p'rtions that
composeth thy physique …
those such as i w're b'rn to the burden of
the darkness, but also bless'd to
the bearing of the tactile and touchable -
mine own pen is the palm,
the fing'rtip, the soft application of skin-to-skin contact,
the int'rpretation of v'ry tiny ‘lectrical impulses
from ev'rything integumentary
and the und'rstanding of all that
keen inf'rmation being convey'd to the brain …
o beg, my love -
alloweth me readeth thee anon,
alloweth me putteth tactile "pen" to the pages
of mine own soul and psyche,
alloweth me writeth a st'ry th're upon thee,
alloweth me knoweth with mine own fing'rs and carpus
the wond'rful w'rds that describeth thee
in all thy immaculate, sublime consummation,
alloweth me abs'rb the text of thy
curv'd and faultless f'rm,
and lighteth the darkness of mine
own blind w'rld …
transf'rm this beshrew into mine own blessing,
alloweth me beholdeth thee
as nay oth'r ev'r shall -
as a st'ry,
as a biography, book, tale,
aye, as an adventure …
without end.
He didn’t dream a lot these days
Of having lustful ways
In lovesome’s sweet adventures
Could it be his dentures?
They didn’t fit so tight
And he wondered if they might
Affect romance’s bliss
When their fitting came amiss
In the passion of a kiss.
A cold December day, the label I give, the obvious
and trying times, a total understatement
I feel I'm sinking into quicksand
bowing to the creator of the pressure, the aggravation
like a faithful knight to his liege
Am I complaining, it may prove to be so
in spite of how subtle I'm trying to be in assessing
the small issues, the little things troubling me
This is not my day, what I've said since I opened my eyes
it's one more day where I'm not really living
just a spectator behind rubber glass
watching, with popcorn in hand, time eating us alive
despite the countless, useless things we do to progress, survive
How can I coincide, coexist with the rest of my life
I'm twixt an abyss and a small shimmering star
twixt happiness and a quiet storm of rage
The way out, sealed shut by an iron shelf
The way to be me, it's been erased; I've been brainwashed
The way to breathe, there is none; overdose on nitrogen
I'm solemnly drifting from the shore
screaming for someone to save me
from the darkest space, darkest place, darkest corner of my mind
but it comes out as a whisper
The abyss is calling, laughing maniacally as it swallows me whole
while the small star weeps...twixt some place I fell...
LOVE UNIVERSAL TWIXT MAN WOMAN MOON AND SUN
In all the world, never has been one more beautiful than you, dear;
The vastness of this universe never has been ever so surreal;
Passions bottoms out like the the moon rise at night;
Even the sun on the other side luminates right;
2/9/19
HOW COMES RHYME, A VERSE IN TIME
WHAT CAUSE A POET SEES
JUST FOR HIM A TOKEN HYMN
THERE'S SOMEONE HE MUST PLEASE
IT COUNTS FOR NOUGHT BUT POEMS OUGHT
TRANSCEND AND BE FOR GOOD
PERHAPS INQUIRE FOR WHOM A CHOIR
SINGS OR IF IT SHOULD
THE POET STILL CONTROLS A WILL
THOUGH IT BE NON OR SENSE
FOR POETS KNOW TWIXT YES AND NO
DWELLS ALL THE DIFFERENCE
Mary had
A little lamb
It's fleece was
White as snow
So Mary decided
She would dye it
And its not white
Any more!
She dyed it pink
As it was her favorite
Color
But then it rained and now
Poor thing,
The fleece has turned to
A varigated shade
Of white, pink and yellow
The lamb is ashamed and
such a fright, Mary only
Brings her out at night!
The lamb is sad,
Mary is depressed,
Can't forgive herself
For making such a mess.
She didn't read the small print
That said "a permanent dye".
Too late now Mary, too late to cry.
You should have left the fleece
Alone...
Because of you, that lamb is NEVER
Ever, leaving home!
(I could do more but why push it!)
LOL!
C. Alvez
M-any a slip twixt cup and lip
I-n life day and night;
N-ot all are easy peasy,
D-espite setting things
A-right.
M-any a slip twixt cup and lip,
O-nce you start a venture;
R-ugged weather might happen,
A-s you dream of a bright future.
D-on't stop when things go wrong,
O-n August third Thursday trip;
S-imply accept that life is hard, many a slip twixt cup and lip.