the azure flower, a lone sentinel,
stands tall amidst the scorched earth.
the tornado's wild caress,
a whirling dervish of destruction,
unleashes its fury upon the field,
devouring the vibrant blooms
with reckless abandon.
as the last petals are swept away,
the azure flower remains,
a frosty jewel,
polished by the tempest's violent hand.
it now dances, isolated,
amidst the barren vastness,
a wistful beauty sullied by the ravages of chaos.
in this tragic solace,
the azure flower finds a strange,
elegiac beauty,
a trophy to the brutal capriciousness
of the universe's whims.
the canvas drained of hue,
except a drop of beau hue blue,
a little color in a bleak landscape.
question is will the bee tricks ever get to thrive,
or will this field be bereft of her flora forever?
That you are,
In the shades of a bulwark
Twilit by weakness when I demur,
You’re that (!) – Amor fati,
In the refusal of capriciousness,
As I create what I create.
I’m your pain,
And your redeemer,
Whether I strike in an impulse,
Or in delight, - you feel!
And you feel when I bog in your heart,
Or nuances of your soul’s verdure,
As my temple - is my will.
Your Amfortas, your Sandman,
A supreme spirit of Eros mystified,
Beneath time! Above incarnations,
As confessional, candid and kind,
You shed, I tear, you feel, I bear!
Both entering into the crossover
In a pentameter metaphor,
So it says; …and therefore
I knelt before your innocence and virtue,
A latecomer decorated in fragments,
A survivor of a cheering ballad…
Poignant and triumphant,
Alive, alive! No horns, or grails of fatality,
No death in stanzas, just a wish to end up
In a singularity. Then we are complete
In nothingness only clairvoyance could offer,
In prodigal manifestations of healthy humour,
Without deviations and slander judgments.
And all for a good measure of benign sense,
Even though a possessed “far and beyond”
Wonder, today, readily retires in silence.
In the lush beer gardens of New Berlin,
fräulein Democracy dalmatian died
giving birth to a litter of surrogate lies
Fourth Reich Vandals with mongrel desires,
now on a demolition blitzkrieg breathe
Wehrmacht vapors rising volcanic once again
Perfidious voices carried on a turbulent wind —
Fake news is the re-animated Goebbel slogan
being heard in the New Frankfurt ear taverns
Patented lies vilifying objective truth:
The Fourth Estate being labeled an enemy of the State ...
Stalinist propaganda spouting again clone foaming
Fear and conquest are the twisted twin belching ...
Capriciousness and bloodlust are Mind Kontrol policing
the corridors of discourse with concentrated stifling
Goebbel voices handcuffing the free press,
as the ministers of disinformation
feed citizens fermented swill that kills republic freewill
Jail those who dare choose to oppose ...
make them who dissent silently disappear
Kill every thought that don’t conform or give consent
Buried boots from a sordid past are marching once more,
drunkenly singing “Blood and Soil”
Prepare to be ere morality outgunned by the hateful noise
Secret lover
greeting morning
from flowering
window
a song
opening day
like peacock fan
lilies and roses
light sparkling
ripped
from night
equalizing veil
dawn
a new day
is coloring
rosy child play
maturing
to midday
for adulthood
heat
trading petals
with seeds
of tomorrow
life's harvest
to share
till one by one
start falling
dry dreams of
diversions
life's essence
remaining
to heaven
grey arms
extending
unweighted
by care
on rocking
dream chair
four seasons
capriciousness
sees ending
a new fifth season
of mild spring
ushering
with jolly old friends
banqueting
with music and hymns
to God all the glory
now and forever
in love.
Third Place Winner-Brian Strand-Up To You Contest-2/10/24
He finds me when I try to sleep,
He’s even in my dreams,
Lulling me into sweet assurance,
Then tearing me at the seams,
I don’t live where you do,
I live inside my head,
My sense of trepidation,
Turns my bones to lead,
My heartbeat is strong and heavy,
I feel like I might die,
That grey figure whispers in my ear,
He tells me to comply,
If I do what he says I’ll be spared,
But his capriciousness I do not trust,
It doesn’t really matter what I think,
He is my angel dust.
from remote distances sounds the cry of hope
I hear your voice straight through all the despair
as a guide that leads near capriciousness
you show your balance in dance gestures
before my face you rise like an angel
your echo resounds love above distant rice fields
sons and daughters of peace searching for light
in green eyes with warmth and flicker
gestures of compassion given to each other
come with me in the safe shelter
I want to experience security with you
look for a moment to the smile on your face
@ Bianca & Gerhard
How you I would like to tell
that I you find exquisite
and would move the stars
to make our fates agree.
How I live alone, predestined
to fall from women's grace
and to rise again with new loves,
though I hope to find a love
eternal with me forever,
to tell her I love her,
and to bring heaven's wings
to guide and protect her.
How I her would love with all my heart
till the day I die in love with her,
till death's grips takes me away from her
rather than capriciousness.
Bags Of Rice
In my Courtyard
The One I Struggled Lost to the capriciousness
The nest of the fuddle Nightingale-
A Suspicious Saying of the sage.
So sonorous is this Whistle
That passes by
IF not covetousness
It will be inclined.
Memory of the past
Archimedes, Aristotle and many
Memory drained superlative subservient.
A Holy race
So secured everywhere.
Don’t misconceive my mercy for weakness
Exponent to impuissance that bestows
Ascertain verity of Uniqueness
Appreciate my pose of apropos
Strength my forte led by capriciousness
I once shattered and left to be consumed
Thy inner voice pierces my graciousness
Amidst the flightiness presence presumed
I am semblance of authenticity
Your erroneous conclusions expressed
Trapped in mirrors of your duplicity
It is not I who is too dispossessed
My force is life, full of joys and treasures
Multiplied faithfully, basked in pleasures
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