mountains white
bathed in the light
of sunset bright
dusk lingers
sun's fingers
are joy bringers
humble homes
with tent-like domes
shine like chromes
nestled here
where nature's near
spreads tranquil cheer
pine trees tall
heeding winter's call
rustle in the squall
a river flows nearby
gurgling waters sigh
lingering dusk catches my eye
and reminds me of...
... God on high
Categories:
chromes, appreciation, art, nature, winter,
Form: Ekphrasis
The evening seems
to draw a breath,
then stretches a silence
like hide pulled tight across
a large, expectant drum.
Moonlight chromes four rusted
garden chairs and sets
each with a sense
of someone gone, a presence
imprinted on vacated
spaces left years ago.
Clouds move in soundless haste
to heal the tiny patch of sky
through which the moon
has bled its light.
Snow begins to fall and takes
whatever light remains
to illuminate the passage
of each fragile flake
until they reach the ground,
melt, and are gone.
Categories:
chromes, loss, moon, snow,
Form: Free verse
SPACE ZONE
This was a project done in one of my spoken words class.
The topic was, space zone, gold figure!
Spaced out, I'm to far gone. Gone from the existence of this world, from the common ground that I walk on; gone. Like air bubbles when they pop, like rockets that shoot's in the skies, your last breath before the lights goes out; gone. Gone from the world, I'm gone. In my space zone there's no need for time to live on, no chromes, no whips, the style of living is gone. I'm too far gone. Above ground where gravity has no power to pull me down in the world, gone, spaced out in my own zone. Visiting planets that's far from home, this solar system I travel on has it's beauty, something I never seen before. Burning stars, a period of time in the distance, far from earth, long ways from home-sweet-home; gone. Like a mouth of smoke leaving your lungs, I'm gone. So far gone, spaced out in my own zone, I'm gone. So far gone.
Categories:
chromes, poetry,
Form: Prose Poetry
Down dusty roads by ways,
Hidden trails spreading wide.
I've been seeking freedoms,
Blazing liberty on the back,
Of my Harley Davidson two,
Wheeling masterpiece.
Along our nations country side.
I'm casting aside social shackles,
To breathe fresh airs exhaust
Fumes,
Loving every moment of it.
Feeling destiny's winds brushing,
Raw bare skin exposed.
To the elements.
Images disappearing from,
Realities rear view mirror,
Igniting a flame within,
America's rambling son,
A drifter gone wild,
Behold a restless spirit,
Eagerly roaming.
Chasing the whims of chance,
Leaving it to fates navigation.
I’ll rest here awhile,
Just observing.
Until destiny's song spurs,
Me forward.
The open road beckons,
Once more I hear it calling.
Pushing the pedal to the metal,
Chromes steel shines.
The distant interstate sign,
States no speed limit ahead.
God's heavenly highway,
Lies beyond this point.
I'll ride on my friend
Humming hymns last refrain,
Blinded by taillights amber glow.
Lord embrace this motorcycle man,
He's lived hard but loved well.
Riding along hells edge,
Heading into,
The last light of the setting sun.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
chromes, america, art, beauty, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
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" this disguise is my final revenge for myself ... "
Mimicry of visage
Authentic effigy?
Superb tangible facade?
Kaleidoscope icon ?
Contrived through lofty scrupulous gilt scraps of aesthetic means
Overlaid with fragments of embellishments given birth by fervency
Nestled wholly with comely stokes and chromes depicting secrecy
Camouflaged behind this handmade MASK
Every single " skeleton in the cupboard " still the same - incognito
Ample emotions,heartstrings - not converted...not seen by the eyes
Living - existing in this alluring visor
Secret - this is my " FALSE FACE ", my revenge ... my FINAL ace ~~~
Mimicry of my own image
Entity discrepant from my genuine ME...
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Categories:
chromes, art, life,
Form: Acrostic
”... you only think he’s gone…”
but like Albert,
Atom and the Ants live on
”... a nose knows her own…”
and to mana is to be beyond
small walls hearing cat calls
my earring rings the hall
and you recall….
learning how to fly.
dot dot dot hey guy!
dash and stash gets me
a gala banana man…
can you dig it?
”... Mr. Adams,
I’ve got your towel…”
and I’ll buy the vowel
if we can just use a letter
to clean up the great foul
”...I’m still overhead and I
can see the spill…”
It isn’t just for peanuts…
them shell…
”... it’s the nothingness…”
and it’s growing down there
monkey see so monkeys do
”... if I can move a lever
without my hands then I
can certainly
untie your shoes…”
a monk monkeys around
a maypole I may know
Tarzan… are you listening
Superman’s missing
and we are bound for impact
Carbon fibers filtering black
slick in the drink is moving fast
limestone blocks breaking free
exposing chromes matter of grey
... step aWay, time is oozing…
spyder webs weaving through
magic nets in a sea of blue…
Categories:
chromes, adventure, animals
Form: I do not know?