the clock strikes dusk
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks
to set the scene on fire
crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night
under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides
galloping through infinity
then drums snare with cymbals
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony
laughter jingle
as the circle twirls
and the colourful world dissolve
to a colourless blur
The name pronounces in a Chinese mind
Sounds similar to onomatopoeia words made
When hearts felt phonologically bored
By a misthought on linguistically decaying
Or a loss of ordered hilarious carouse
Anyway, I have been quietly with it for years,
With countless eyesight over my shoulders
It is a famous existence contrasting to mine
A neighbor to whom needless to talk to
But we are a collective name to represent
For a belonging of the people living around
A lake of water that is so clean and quiet
We've been staying as such for years
Having a short meeting with each other
Such as young men and women on blind dates
Full filled with shyness, reluctance, and desires
but we are so different from them by degrees
Both of the acceptance and of the integration
Included with people by their homes and lands
By ways of simple, obvious, and unconditional
I stay with this lake alike the pines on shore
With the algae in water, the birds overhead
While fish swim, shrimp jumps, and jellyfish dance
All between us are inclusive and simple
They are obvious no need to be garrulous
For apprehension by persons used to flaunt
Forgive me
For I have sinned in my tenacity
to challenge you on the battlefield of morality.
Forgive me
For offending your duplicity
with my transparency.
Forgive me
While you carouse with your unquenchable lies For I have sinned in uttering such prayerful reprise.
Forgive me
“Great One”, clothed in your honorable disguise
For I have sinned to not fall prey to your beguiles.
A strange woman
can turn you into
a deranged human
Lust not after her
She'll leave you to
just rot, heavy cost incur
Eye-grabbing, she will lure
Don't fall into her trap
Soul-stabbing she is, stay pure
With false vows, she entices
Be not seduced by her beauty
She'll waltz, carouse, all wayward vices
Stay away from her streets
Her house directs to death
Play, then prey - that's how she defeats
An amorous alliance with her
can steer straight to hell,
A dangerous dalliance with a sweet whisperer
A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
love long ago departed;
like persimmon buds; now, just
spring flowers ever parted
in afterglow of young lust.
Where pink flowers did carouse
soft, ripe red fruit heavy hangs
on cold winters empty boughs;
and so induce hunger pangs,
for sweet flesh yet untasted.
Judge me not when I merry and make lyric
Of the most obscene and unthought-of frolic
Tunes,
The wait has been worth for the dunes to form
To behold spectacular dorm moulded in perseverance
Hard work and endurance,
The monsoon withstood long enough to pave way
For the calmer and serene moonlight,
Casting its beams across the dilapidated and sun-baked
Land, on which stand round and about
Only remnants of the former glory abound
Standing still sans life, sans hope, sans all that astound.
Deep within the decomposing flora of the beautiful
Aura that adorned the sacred corroded land
Now an adage of the most told beatitude of the fallen
Beauty and unmatched wit
The distant echoes carouse, kicking disjointed limbs to rouse
To life, to till with the only worn remnant hoe
Into the diamond-hard foe
To conquer and restore the fallen glorious city
Crying in distress,
Calling out for resuscitate and attent
I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland,
The Emerald Isle,
My ticket's in hand.
Visit in a pub,
drink pints awhile.
Joke with the Locals,
carouse, laugh and smile.
Eat real Irish stew,
brown wheaten bread too.
Then go explore,
old castles of yore.
It's a must to make merry,
in walled London Derry.
All Through Halloween,
the Ghouls intervene.
Walk in fields of Heather,
A Musky purple scene.
Fragrance light as a feather,
Pristine and Serene.
Stay there at Galway,
for a few days.
Fish in the river,
or on the bay.
Have to see the Blarney,
and give it a big kiss.
Wish for some good luck,
but that's hit or miss.
I'm going to fly,
and see Ireland.
The Emerald Isle,
Spend time with Old Friend's.
spring bamboo windchimes
carouse gently in the breeze
~ damselfly finds mate
AP: 2nd place 2021, 3rd place 2021
Posted on March 27, 2021
Luminescent water dweller swirling svelte
Slick slid tranquil cuddles chocolate flanks
Languish in lake's fresh flow cleanses pelt
Inveigled green murk give mammal thanks
Flip of fish bodied bristle face fierce scent
Dispersing air bubble clusters break ranks
Astonished by spine kink accomplishment
Ransack gets snack refuel on sandy banks
Sharp fang archer snares mollusc, eloquent
Velvet lips emit wet grass verdant vibe knell
Frolicking gloss body, domain of free agent
Guarantees relief, feasted minuscule morsel
Rotary manuevres engrave prey unhindered
Dagger mouth rolls marble glassy carouse
Rouge show-off swims to coldest dominion
Flagrant tail track flicks a frigid drop douse
11th February
Behemoth of depths
Going stir-crazy, gotta get outta the house
Insane it is but better than letting the bugs carouse
Those nasty wee critters
A bad virus they deliver
At least we don't have to deal with snowplows
Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch
After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er . . . Percival Queemly.)
“Expel me! Expel me!”?She flashes her eyes.
“Oh! Please! No! I couldn’t! That wouldn’t be wise,
for a great banished Shelley would tarnish my name . . .
Eek! My game will be lame if I can’t milque your fame!”
“Continue to live here?carouse as you please!”
the beleaguered don sighs as he sags to his knees.
Millay grinds her crotch half an inch from his nose:
“I can live in your hellhole, strange man, I suppose ...
but the price is your firstborn, whom I’ll sacrifice to Moloch.”
(Which explains what became of pale Percy’s son, Enoch.)
Farther than mantles of a pewter night,
Comets reel in their own immeasurable world
Past earth's sky, gloaming through lattices
Woven by celestial bands... a grandeur
From a multiverse illumined with other heavenly forms
Like asteroids unknown to human eyes, mirrored
Only in a roulette of divine Infinity : Out there,
With the bursting spiral from gas, fire, molten rocks
Twirls a dreamy carouse within a hub of Life Source.
My heart aches to greet them beyond zone's limit
In star-studded cast of aureoles...a poetry in motion,
Which alights into Borealis songs, their haunting lore.
And through sacred Mystery , I connect with this force
Designed by one Galactic handiwork-- moons, stars
planets circling around Milky Way, ever vibrant...
And to bestow a natural pace
of night and day,
Season upon season, I see myself as one
With creation reaching ---out for God's light.
...............
Re-post 6/28/2019
Contest of John Hamilton: Best Free Verse 2019
Originally written 2/20/2019
We slum dwellers strive through arduous thistles of hardship
We tough it out through the mere adroitness of apprenticeship
We writhe morosely, carrying the world over our shoulders
But we tussle toughly the travails like soldiers
We're the slaves that bolster the aplomb of the upper crust
The hapless mendicants whose ascendancy the haves must thrust
The loyal ignoramuses that politicians use for their puissances
The impoverished natives the government uses to seek aid for its juissances
The kooky denizens that researchers scrutinate as a case study
The inane old guard whom the civilized take as nerdy
We sleep like foiled wolves and wake like champion lions
We carouse in our wobbly shanties like they're our Zions
We wade through the filthy excrement as our daily tracks
These afflict no more, for we've in vain raised our flacks
We accept to be the encumbrances the society discard to roaming sellers
But we know behind the hurdles what we dream, we slum dwellers
"Wah-hoo-wah!"
said the 'bro,'
"Let's head toward
Fraternity Row."
The Library bells
toll ding-dong,
Drunken brothers
play beer-pong;
All through the night
play and drink,
By dawn of day,
their breath stinks.
Men of Darmouth,
give a rouse!
Party hearty
and carouse.
From every window
music blasting,
Led Zeppelin screaming
lyrics everlasting.
But, hey, poor freshman, if you feel left out,
Don't hang around your dorm and pout;
Lack of coeds needs a fix, sir?
Here's the recommended elixir:
Tonight's big Freshman Mixer!
So many girls there on parade--
None of whom wants to be an 'Old Maid.'
And so it goes,
all through the year,
Mechanical sex,
fueled by stale beer.
Debauched, promiscuous
four-year journey:
At whose end
you're ready to be,
quite miracululously--
A CPA, CEO, Physician, or Attorney!
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