Absolute and relative, for many, brings clarity. And it may seem so. A nice division, and perspectives seem powerful. But non-separation bursts the clarity bubble. With the burst, perspectives disappear and "reality" is already not known. A bursting story!
Words pile up. Words are searchers. Looking for their own demise.
The popping pod plant, rain cause the plant's pop to burst, and scattered black seeds.
In an instant
I burst forth again
Like some sort of exotic flower that only blooms once every 5 or 10 years
Born of volcanic balsalt
Bursting upward in a splash of ash
that rains down
Can you hear the tiny bits hitting the rock around me
It's a swoosh sound and then tiny rain
And suddenly here I am again
My stalk is stronger than in the past
My hues are no longer blues
There is light slipping between the veins of me
This is a cosmic born again
Little remains of the girl that I once was
She was so small where I now feel tall
She was so insecure. We're now a mountain stands
Her steps were never sure. Now I stride
I stand upon the peak of that black black mountain that I had to climb
Surveying the valley of glorious color and light below
The battles have made a Titan of me
And a Titan. I'm damn well glad to be
I struggled when I had a cold
As urine my bladder can't hold
I piddled quite a bit
During one coughing fit
I'm upset, as I'm not that old!
The bubble is bound to burst
before long; therefore at least
A gondola you should opt for
For letting loose your emotions
Loaded with almost all oceans
Curved currents and foams
Potential fear amidst delight
and excitement; your sights
blurred by beauty that roams
along the edges of the figure
Flooding your whole existence
Mopping off all distance
Of time and space in braincase
Only the embrace, you write
and replace, the lips and face
In cloud base and fireplace
In cold case and in a horse race
Mewing wooing cooing
Howling, growling, prowling.
Doing, undoing and redoing
Life is never a straight line
Bland canned and flatland
It's waist band and dreamland
Fascinating woodland
Crescent and fluorescent
Incessantly effervescent
So no monochrome of woe
No saying always not and no
Instead, the bugle of gusto
In the meadow with a rainbow
Always the wonderful gun
In your lovely hair-bun
___________________
18 September 2025
If you want
To go out
Have a drink
Shake a leg
Take a bet
Take a chance
Win or lose
Have a dance
I don't really care
I don't care
All that much
Come and go
it - so?
Have a run
Getting fit
I don't really
Give a...
What do you want
Do you know
Please yourself
Let it - go
Take a risk
Feet first
Jump right in
Bubble - burst
If you think about, how you live your life
What do you want to leave behind?
I want to see the world, I want to know that I
Did the very best that I could
I pissed myself
I'm getting old
It was warm
It went - cold
Do you love?
Is that enough?
Are you the one?
I think I'm done.
(This poem is dedicated to sertraline)
oh
when
love
is right
while
every
star
is bright
love
comes straight
from
the heart
through
a
sudden
burst of light
a burst of colours
in every shape and scent
~ reawakening
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Bubbles
Everywhere
Shimmering spheres
Iridescent air
FLEETING FANCY!
Rainbow's glare!
Fragile dance!
Delicate snare!
Fragile and bright
Reflecting light
Shimmering sight
Playful flight
POP!
BURST!
Fading light
In the air we see
Ephemeral beauty
Fleetingly free
Echo of dreams!
Fleeting decree!
Fragile reflection
For all to see!
Bubbles... bubbles...
A whispered tale
Transient beauty!
A whispered wail!
Illusion shattered!
A fragile sail!
Fading...
Vanishing...
Without...
fail.
Eight billion years
it has taken the fast radio burst
to travel from an unknown where
to here.
A millisecond of energy
that defies rational explanation.
The universe may be microwaving
a bowl of popcorn,
a bowl twice the size of Sol,
but are we a show worth watching?
Kaleidoscopic
A great K topic.
Changing forms,
Brilliant colors disperse,
What a show it performs.
A cataclysmic view burst.
Patterns in motion,
Of colors and shapes
Creating an explosion
What a sight it creates.
With an arrow in the quiver
I aim my bow of instinct
Draw back slow, with intention I release
*pop*
Bursting the bubble of lost dreams
In hopes to awaken once again to
The journey of purpose
*Eagle Sun Ki*
Don't burst my balloon
By raining on my parade
By saying, "It isn't so"
By loving me and leaving me
Don't burst my balloon
By pretending to be my friend
By saying, "It's not my fault"
By judging me, but not loving me
Don't burst my balloon
By trying to change me
By sailing into thin air
By lying to me
Don't burst my balloon
By leaving me out in the cold
By leaving me out in the rain
By saying, "Everything's changed'
Don't burst my balloon
By calling me a buffoon
By calling me a fool
By changing all the rules
Don't burst my balloon
By looking at me so strangely
By frowning, fussing, and fighting
By running away from the truth
020923PSCtest. Contest Name: Balloons.
Anthony Biaanco.HM
Sweetest expression
as she smiled to greet her love,
as when they met long ago.
The sky burst with stars’
tremulous emotion.
Hungry first kiss then, and now.
Bliss bubbles burst upon our skin
Magnetic heat heightens
Love and light surges from within
Soul’s radiance brightens
As aliveness renews
Manifesting love’s hues
We clear our karmic dues
To quench heart’s thirst
Bliss bubbles burst
19-December-2022
Quietus
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