compelled each day to plod that beach
her dazzlings - quite beyond my reach
those eyes like jade and deep as death
that whispered “come” in witching breath
soft-danced, those briny bullions rolled
bright cresting swells with coins of gold
that she claimed hers to snatch and save
such wealth, that girl beneath the waves …
that wealth now gilds … her lovers’ graves.
Copyright © 2025 Gregory Richard Barden
Categories:
bullions, analogy, fantasy, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
The hour of night unfolds before me like an origami shadow
and suddenly the stars outsource their light, the moon her glow
That dark and endless sky before my eyes is holding me in silence
sheltering my quietude with queried thought I ask, who are you ?
Dark shadows moving with paranormal photo lights
every planet in the sky including Mars ignites
Saturnian golden shades of amber filament bright
the hour of night unfolds giving me wish bullions of gold.
Far beyond reach the innocent child of wander that I once was
has left her stationary world of earth, her Alcatraz
that jet black place of deep that knows no boundaries calls
to me, you are who you say you are !
Luminescent angels of beauty and grace they hold the golden cup
belonging to Pharaohs of yesterday, Divine intermediaries
who brush through my soul like the breeze, airflow from heaven
an existential curiosity arises once more, where are we ?
December 29, 2022
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name This or That, Vol 15 |
Categories:
bullions, appreciation, beauty, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Little Billy was a designer
Known worldwide and even wider,
All the way from here to China.
Little did the people know
Little Billy had a vag*na.
Little Billy sold millions
and billions of gold bullions
Worth, to many civilians
Alike parents and children.
Each item was worth about forty,
Little Billy sponsored all things sporty
Little did Billy know, it would be shortly
That the world would be aborting.
News headlines, global sensation
Of Little Billy's gender connotation
Revealed in a social fluctuation.
All Billy could feel was humiliation.
Sponsorships ended
Cost price descended
Moral right transcended
All because Billy pretended
That she was a woman
Living as man
In a land where the wage expands
When you've got an appendage.
Categories:
bullions, gender,
Form: Rhyme
The way the sunshine dangles from her smile,
The sways in the lines of her silhouette
And her story of heartbreak shaping her voice
Caused by the past villains met.
She leaps free and fierce
And is no longer afraid
For it is the ordinary ways
That pierced
Love's balloon;
Smeared the image of a perfect man's face.
It was because he chose lips over conversation,
Hips over company's elation and
Not sips of wine or art over humiliation.
Now, she dances in the shadow-tips
And studies his moves in notation.
A beckoning becoming of beauty.
He noticed her everyday skin.
His eyes tore through her in search of perfect aesthetics
And though the air took slow moments to pass, to reveal her helium
She has finally fallen in love with her everyday skin.
She owns gold bullions of insight
Taught through lessons of fight or flight.
Her perception instils belief in her ordinary beauty,
Refills her trust in knowing:
Mascara cannot be your armour.
Lipstick holds no intuition.
Plump lips can mumble words.
Glossy fingernails cannot scrape away fear.
A dull mind does not build a kaleidoscope-dream
And makeup cannot hide your true self.
She is beauty.
Categories:
bullions, beautiful, beauty,
Form: Free verse
This tugging and pulling
must cease
I can’t meet the needs
of all beasts
nor chase after dreams
amid all of these screams
so please let me be
as I’m tethered
and bound
to this unfertile ground
and cannot escape
that black shaded sound
a shriveling, goose bump decree
of intent to take all that is me
to lay it all waste
just for a taste
of the bullions of gold
in their husks deeply rolled
so I battle
and bid them withdraw
right up to the end
my last straw
©8/19/2018
for Viv Wigley – Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
Categories:
bullions, humor, life, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Autumn
Some say autumn is sad
It has it’s moments
Rain , mist, dying nature...
Stillness in the air,
Cold, crispy days
Bonfires, burning leaves...
I say autumn is joyful,
Happy, outburst of colours
Laughter in the parks,
Children chasing each other
falling into the leaves,
Hunting for acorns
Little treasures hidden
Under the fallen canopy.
Chestnuts, pumpkins,
Pies and hot cocoa...
Gathering, harvesting,
Leaf pile building.
Bullions of gold corn,
Smiling red apples,
Nutty nuts
Delicious hedge fruit
Bounty of nature
Rainbow of colours
Symphony of shades and hues
Tints of autumn
Spell of the Grand Wizard Frost.
Turned leaves, like a giddy spark of
Yellows, oranges, crimson and browns
Glistening glitter
Dance in the wind.
Bright hues of last
hurrah of autumn
Before the white, gloomy
Silence of winter.
Magic of autumn,
Golden Age of the year
With the last leaf that falls
On the muddy ground
One knows that time has come
For another magical time ...
Golden October, Frosty November
Magical December
And with this the spell starts all over again....
13/10/2013
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Categories:
bullions, autumn, christmas, color, december,
Form: I do not know?