This is it,
In midst of chaos -primal
Greeny bloom woods,
Riseth the morning- alive
Is Sunshine a freedom?
Or a journey - lone
Wandering on paths - stray
Desires went abode
Yet on lane destiny- future
Memories meeked all momentum
Yearnings of purpose
Contradict the broughtup- slavery
Of genuine home- egypt
Where needs satiate,
Desires met slight,
Blurred every shades-plight
Stationed present edged
the motion independence
Weaved enough - aggravated
To find a sight - right
Now, ye discern
Of way sorjournees
Who sought only physical
Lapsed away from the head - eternal
Me - desperately denied
as them few - natural
Looking forth unto hills - zion
On direction fifth
With faith bodacious - in above
Walking cadence towards
works which setteth- beforehand
Not to prove, but to love
As a faithful bride
In the end.
Exploring trochee like the skies sigh,
Brushing those emotion lay,
Liberty the freedom so high,
Wording inks featherly cliche.
Brushing those emotion, O, lay,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh,
Impulse thru the impulsing slay,
Painting like there's no why.
Liberty the freedom so high,
Eight seven metric sound rhythm,
Exploring trochee like the skies sigh,
Radiate like colorful prism!
Wording inks featherly, O, cliche.
Poetic seek artful apply,
Unfathomable soul up play,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh!
Music infuse thru deafen ears,
Torchee the heart beating defy,
Turning heart in high joyful tears,
Exploring trochee like skies sigh!
We March to the sound of the men on the ground
We March to the sight of the men who won't fight
We March to the smell of the women who have fell
We March to the feel of the men who won't kneel
We March to the taste of the freedom in our face
What sits in stillness
What breathes back life
into heaving, dusted lungs
What holds space for this outline of my body
Traced by your alabaster hands
like dandelions on my skin
A feather touch
with the cadence of a humming bird
What comes down on my outstretched arms
like the warmth of an old radiator
Tink tink tink on my open shoulders
What brings me back to the calmness of the sea
What rushes in my heart
like a heavy tide, flowing into me swiftly
yet with the patience of an oyster
What is drawing in delicate aromas
Awakening my senses
allowing me to taste the sweetness
of the earth again
What could ever bring me the peace
of a dove
But to be here with you
my love
The cadence of the ocean's waves
Invoke a rhythm that my heart saves
Incredibly within brain's caves
Ideas for some rhythm's works
Are ahead for my muse's perks
Capture the total rhythm's soft flow
Anchor inward, don't let it go
Even in moonlight's sustained glow
Ocean's cadence dances around
Hold on, don't make one soft sound
The cadence of life now waning
As ocean in low tide draining
Our love on earth was sustaining
Without you, it is now dearth
With you as wife, I found worth
Our whole life seemed to have meaning
Connected to God, we were leaning
Surrounded by His love gleaning
His love gave us love to share
With love hard times we could bear
God prepared you for your life's work
He helped me learn and grow with perk
Fulfilling all duties, not shirk
In our lives, we learned and grew
'Pon God's love we daily drew
The cadence of our lives on earth
Has ended without any mirth
In heaven, your love is waxing
With agape love untaxing
finis'
instinct
over thought
independent
of
form
prose with cadence
in lyrical
expression
where emotions
are
the driving force
pause awhile
to listen
the winds
of ephony
revealed
in
pause
& undertone
an
esoteric
sensation
from within
the
voice
recites
to
tickle
the
ear
showing
when
pause
so
silent
can
sound
perfected
on
pause
Contest: Rolling With The Rs
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date Written: 3rd August, 2025
Placement: Fourth
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Heartbeat,
loud in my chest,
sings with sweet melody,
like the cadence of a streamlet,
when its silver ribbons drape the mountains,
with a smile that delights the sands,
as it cascades the slopes
and thunders—like
heartbeat.
A voiceless whisper always speaks to me,
At times too faint for thought to comprehend,
Yet it speaks—sometimes even loud and clear—
To warn of danger or to guide to blessings.
Most times, its voice grows clearer when ignored,
But when I heed its prompt, it comes true,
It then fades~
like a whisper lost in the wind,
and like a dream slipped from grasp.
But whenever I long for its guiding light,
That's when its feet grow cold and heavy—
like a feather on a fish...
an imaginary tail a snail would love to wag.
But from where comes this inner voice?
That, like true prophets, dares to predict.
Is it God speaking in me—or something else?
If wishes were horses, I’d rather choose this inner voice—
For my outer voice makes only noise,
While this my inner voice flows like a river of truth,
of wisdom and understanding—
that sometimes may dry up,
but it never vanishes...
and it beams with a cadence that illumines my future.
The luminous crescent of shining silver sliver ascends
with silent slither on the satin slope of the sapphire sky,
entices the cadence of dancing sequins sprayed by nebula,
pulsates through the phosphorus glow of the argentine night.
Rhapsody rolls on the waltzing ripples of the rapturous river,
performed in the ballet of myriad floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial flecks of your charisma cascade with ethereal lilt,
flood me in the torrential tide of immersing emotion.
The euphoric moon slices spread on the ebullient river,
I hold one in a cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen
I perceive the esoteric essence of love laced by lunar lure.
In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of my despair,
torrents of fervent joy flow in serpentine course from you.
The ripples of allure dance on your smiling face in beguiling air,
flicker the shimmer of my soul with the cadence of moonshine.
linger-longer
wait-a-while
to perceive
the cadence in a smile
echoing a beat of heart
in a chest of draws
with namesakes
hidden
under the knickers
hankies
scarves and socks.
CADENCE intonation inflected euphniously
The coxswain calls the cadence
…I don’t like his tone
But I am forced to listen
Cuz he’s got the megaphone
I think my oar is twisted
As it defies my wishes
It hits the water making
Loud splashes and not swishes
The other oarsmen wonder
Why can’t he get in sync
They blame it on the fact that
My oar is painted pink
I close my eyes and memorize
The taste of burgers, hot, with fries
Ease my stroke into a rhythm
Knowing a distant tide abides
birth out in the mist
bright things then have birth
between the beauty and decay
molten lead adjourned
the faithfulness of a century
lies bedridden
the missives continueth
Doom stirs the mosaics of dearth
please do not disturb
the cadence of tomorrow's plan
The butterflies hoover
the one breath limitation'
In the chartreuse lawn,
the music of rustling leaves I hear,
singing the song ‘summer is gone’,
I listen the footsteps of autumn clear.
The screen of summer dust drifts away,
satin sky radiates aquamarine allure.
The cloud clumps turn white from grey,
sail shapeless across the serene azure.
Lemon leaves absorb autumn colors fast,
painted tangerine and saffron before they fall.
The cadence of color on them won’t last,
it would disappear at winter’s call.
Amethyst grass on lavender meadow
wears pearly crown of radiant dew.
In crimson splay of watermelon sun they glow,
as the horizon hoists a dainty day new.
As the sky soaks the lilac sunset splinters,
the shimmer of coral twilight I feel flow.
I hold it for my days of dismal winter
to get the warmth of autumn afterglow.
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April 25, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1211 Contest
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