Blast the doors open to its crackling light
And wrap my heart over all of its fury
I snuggle up to the storm raging night
Roaring black skies screaming down, my delight
Desert monsoon quivering all blurry
With all of my might, I squeeze its soul tight
Spun out of control and not at all right
My kindred spirit, have not I a worry
I snuggle up to the storm raging night
Tearing away turning love into fright
Desperate minds churn up in its flurry
With all of my might, I squeeze its soul tight
It howls obscenities wanting to fight
Cemetery ghosts, like blown leaves scurry
I snuggle up to the storm raging night
Pretending a peaceful end to life's plight
I won't be false and from madness hurry
I snuggle up to the storm raging night
With all of my might I squeeze its soul tight
August 4, 2022
First Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Categories:
churn up, angst, nature,
Form: Villanelle
When I see a snowflake close-up,
the real thing, not the hippie kind,
and stare at that branching pattern
it strikes a deep chord in my mind,
and when I see all that snow fall,
carpeting my grassy backyard,
forming that pure, unblemished sheet,
it does stir something in my heart.
Looks like it should be a still-life,
something preserved for all to see,
but I know that’s impossible,
and that such things never can be,
since I have to get firewood,
churn up that snow with my footprints,
and my kids will be out playing,
I could never take that from them,
even the local animals
will go scamper across the white,
the beauty only will exist
in my memories of this sight.
It makes it all seem so tragic,
losing something sublime and serene…
Frost once said, ‘Nothing gold can stay.’
I understand now what he means.
Categories:
churn up, appreciation, beauty, imagery, loss,
Form: Rhyme
Here in the park, on my perch in the shade,
A slice of the city is clearly displayed:
A child chasing butterflies (not with success),
Some tree-climbing boys giving branches some stress.
Both big dogs and little, their tails all a’wagging
And nannies with strollers, their energy lagging.
A wheelbarrow pushed by a park volunteer
And kids running freely, with nothing to fear.
Of course, there are sparrows and pigeons galore;
A cardinal, too, which I’ve not seen before
And there on the river, a sailboat glides past
While motorboats churn up a wake, moving fast.
A girl on a scooter, in circles goes ‘round
And wheelchairs and joggers can also be found.
It’s lovely to be here; my day is complete
When I get to spend time in this urban retreat.
Categories:
churn up, city,
Form: Rhyme
Ebony
As denied passion in memories stings
while yearnings churn up a still crazy heart,
Stains of hatred on purest mind it brings,
for life, subtle soul remains deeply scarred,
Vivid thoughts twinkle and then drift apart.
No stopping to tears that flow in despair,
Condemned be time, engulfing all the flair,
Trust and love obsessed into agony,
absolute darkness would defy the fair
unless unveil these clouds of ebony !
Written Sept 6th, 2016
For Dizain Poem- II contest
By Laura loo
Entered for "Contest 208 any form less than 16 lines" by Brian Strand
Categories:
churn up, betrayal,
Form: Dizain
Jinu Turned Six
The house was decorated with balloons and buntings
Family cheered as Jinu turned six in the leap year gone by
Multiply it by four, but my Jinu remained glued to six
She lives away but her heart is here
I baked two cotton cheese cakes atop with apricot icing
For my friends at work and family at home
Placed it before her photograph and all blew out the candles
Little mementos for the children of friends
For Jinu was once a sweet buttercup like them
We remembered her growing up years and
Nostalgically went through the leaves of the album
Encrypted with her hairdo's and style trends
There were her happy smiling faces since she was a babe
Prancing around table tops and trees with Lucy her pet to
Her unforgettable winter marriage celebrations
On a thick foggy night where some got lost enroute
Yet danced the night through to the rhythm of music
Memories of children churn up on birthday celebrations
By parents whose children remain in far away homes
Touché! Her seventh birthday is around the corner
Jinu turns seven and her baby will turn three!
January 28, 2016
Contest: Birthday Party
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Categories:
churn up, absence, birthday, celebration, childhood,
Form: Free verse
Check it the new paradigm is sound,
look left and right, a new brother and sister found,
matching the positivity pound for pound,
well aware this is just the first round,
a fight long since started,
fully mapped out and chartered,
fought by enemies’ and loved ones,
both alive and dearly departed.
So much bigger than the individual,
yet reside in the microsm, of subconscious push and conscious pull,
alluded by ego into a deep fall,
to willing to be stupid to appear cool,
brain functioning on the alpha wave,
programmed by your H.D. t.v.,
your a mind slave,
we’re all invited to the bondage rave,
it’s more addictive than these little Prozac pills,
encouraged to self terminate, but not to adopt new life skills,
give your brain some whole grain to mill over,
churn up some bright green pasture clover,
produce some quality spiritual milk,
exit the brain like verbal silk,
because food for thought is spiritual elixir,
2010 is going to be a very interesting year.
Categories:
churn up, hope, inspirational, passion, peace,
Form: I do not know?