Is one’s destiny written on the winds?
When a seed is buried; is it set free?
Do ciphers resonate within the bends
of limbs; or are they rooted with the tree?
I’m reaching for the stars I am seeing.
Encircled by circumstance; a wildfire.
Faith in the heavens keeps me from fleeing.
Growing through every storm; reaching higher.
As I climb, new strengths come with prospective;
a seedling seeing canopies clearer.
Discord in life; a living elective.
Always studying the cosmic mirror.
I still see the person I use to be;
searching for the person I want to be…
Categories:
ciphers, deep, destiny, dream, extended
Form: Sonnet
We are a species gnawing at the roots of existence, hellbent on self-immolation, our every endeavor a funiculus of futility. The argent legacy of our forebears, squandered by imbecilic hands that molded us into hollow effigies, devoid of essence, yet rictus-grinning with vacuous ignorance.
Fear, the petrifying shackles that bind us, rendering us ciphers of compliance, indentured servants to the whims of the elected elite. We toil, mesmerized by the tintinnabulation of trinkets, and the numeric abstractions that promise ephemeral solace, but deliver only eternal enslavement.
We are fallen titans, parasitic echoes of greatness, our nebulous dreams reduced to flickering embers, as we succumb to the siren's song of servitude.
Worst of all someone is reading this right now thinking I am gloomy and need to smile, but can’t say I am wrong, my question to you is, your joking right?
Categories:
ciphers, dark,
Form: Free verse
Tongue touched,
a diaphanous zephyr of ephemeral desire,
rustles the parchment of our sepulchral scripture,
where our connubial covenant is inscribed,
in the cryptographic ledger of the damned,
and the whispers of the ancients,
echo through the labyrinthine corridors,
of the underworld.
Your lips,
a vermilion velvet of hyperemic passion,
anoint our union with the haematoid blood of Elysium,
consecrating our entwined destinies,
within the cryptic cenotaph of the heart,
where the lethiferous weights of existence,
hang precariously in the balance.
Together,
we waltz,
hand in hand,
through the tenebrous tapestry of Chronos,
our love an ephemeral eclipse of solipsism.
In this eternal,
ephemeral dance,
we are the cryptic ciphers of the nocturnal,
our love a funeral pyre that illuminates the desolate,
luminous landscape of the Chthonic River of Styx.
Categories:
ciphers, appreciation, beauty, confidence, courage,
Form: Dramatic Verse
ciphers of the unknown * A MIRO EKPHRASIS
red dots,
a frog
blue
coins
a violet fish
in the deep blue
rain falls
breathes
in black
& love with rainbows
spiral down
to caress
blue velvet
where
yellow butterflies
reside
& poppies grow
&a red carnation
bursts
then smiles
at the crescent
moon
a drop of dew
upon the shadow
of a spiders web
brush
the firmament
Categories:
ciphers, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
dew falling
awakens
shadowed
figures
firmanent
lights
in
the morning
rain
irridescent
ciphers
revealing
the
unknown
Categories:
ciphers, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Joan Miro 'CIPHERS'
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S -> S
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S -> E. /
°\
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E -> P
Categories:
ciphers, poems,
Form: Shape
Against wild dogma and feathery wit,
Shall your sound idioms and wisdom
Outshine fickle folios of mortal sages;
Proving verity in its irrepressible form.
Your arresting dictums shall outshine
Obtuse hallowed tomes devoid of life,
Which erudition’s minions kissing die;
Sepulchered beneath self-spun strife.
Each revivifying line a failsafe dose,
Curing the unquestioning pupil soul;
Which heeding its fathomless force,
Glowing dims deified sky-high stars.
Those fibs-shaming adages of yore
Shall diffuse war’s menacing nukes,
Neutering gory ciphers spelling awe;
Turning brawls into inviolable peace.
Categories:
ciphers, allegory, allusion, destiny, devotion,
Form: Didactic
Nothing to say
do beyond robotic routines
…beyond eluding erosion
Something to say
do beyond repetitive rituals
…beyond evading entropy
Nowhere to go
hide behind cacophonous clowns
…behind vehement vaudevillians
Somewhere to go
hurtle beyond comedic ciphers
…beyond vindictive vipers
Nothing
Something
Nowhere
Somewhere…
is
Everywhere
Categories:
ciphers, anger, angst, dark, social,
Form: Alliteration
Image of Spring Flowers Colorful Flower Bed provided by Pixabay
Beauty Briefs
Tulips escaping kisses
Yardbird noses ciphers scent
Poppies aim none are misses
Views gave letters of intent.
Orchids tropic heat enchants
Isle drums beat its ports of call
Crocus saying, springtime grants
Yet baseball scorecards beat all.
"Roses rooted in the earth
Bud in rhyme and verses sage
Lilies know a ghostly birth
Strewn across the patterned page".
Jasmine fragrant vines freely
Flacon oils sumptuous notes
Snowdrops charms frost ideally
Genteel sheet lay anecdotes.
Lilacs lost in translation
Bouquet secrets body talk
Shameplants melts by vibration
Signs clear a bonny shamrock.
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 7)
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 June 07
*2nd Place*
Choose Your Form 2
~~Joseph May: Judged 2021 June 04
Categories:
ciphers, flower, imagery, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
a snail licks
red dots
a frog
blue coins
a violet fish
in
the deep blue
Seine
rain falls
breathes blue
in the
black void
the throat
of swallows
in love
with rainbows
spiral down
in
pearly music
to
the caress
of blue velvet
there
yellow butterflies nest
& poppies grow
a red carnation
bursts
on
a
blazing field
then
smiles to the
crescent moon
as
a drop of dew
upon
the shadow
of a spiders web
brush
the firmanent with
the nightingales
song
in ciphers
of the unknown
Categories:
ciphers, art, poetry, tribute,
Form: Imagism
Sonnet: Second Sight (II)
by Michael R. Burch
(Newborns see best at a distance of 8 to 14 inches.)
Wiser than we know, the newborn screams,
red-faced from breath, and wonders what life means
this close to death, amid the arctic glare
of warmthless lights above.
Beware! Beware!—
encrypted signals, codes? Or ciphers, noughts?
Interpretless, almost, as his own thoughts—
the brilliant lights, the brilliant lights exist.
Intruding faces ogle, gape, insist—
this madness, this soft-hissing breath, makes sense.
Why can he not float on, in dark suspense,
and dream of life? Why did they rip him out?
He frowns at them—small gnomish frowns, all doubt—
and with an ancient mien, O sorrowful!,
re-closes eyes that saw in darkness null
ecstatic sights, exceeding beautiful.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea. Keywords/Tags: sonnet, newborn, baby, birth, kid, child, childhood, mother, labor, slap, breath, screams, life, light, sight, vision
Categories:
ciphers, baby, birth, child, kid,
Form: Sonnet
I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment
The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness
Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to intercept steps
At the dawn of abundance
I see only
bones of ghosts
Whose meager admonishment
I forgot to unlearn
Unredeemed
And unrepentant
I am in love
With loneliness.
9/20/19
Categories:
ciphers, depression, loneliness, longing, lost,
Form: Free verse
Most rigorous astrology can hardly divine
Why flamy galactic orbs often burning fall;
Or the calm pull behind shiniest meteorites'
Hurtling lower from their neat nestlings tall.
I own that apt eyes as of the lauded Magi may
From starry ciphers tap signs of a coming day;
Yet no tiny mass among the fiery marvels high,
Can answer when first they graced the idle sky.
While I'd rate their near-syzygies tolerably rare,
I know ethereal balls as bereft of all oral strain.
All sheen but full non-awareness of birth-date,
Ought to render these speechless vapors vain.
What telescoped forms of dumb orbitings mute
Might imbue with insight in placid images cute
Any salient squinter into thick lens herebelow,
Where tiptop harps and strung wonders bore?
Astrologers and their crafty stars will sweat to tell,
Where and when their augury-warped instincts fell.
Categories:
ciphers, christian, destiny, god, heaven,
Form: Didactic
"Everybody has a dark side. Some of us are better at hiding it than others"
This flank I guard that shadows daub
So precious, rich and dark,
Deep ciphers of my heart ...
Yet some of it is feigned and hemmed
In masquerades of spark ...
Thus granted ... a la carte.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Keep It Brief" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 8, 6, 6, 8, 6, 6, counted at HowManySyllables.com)
Categories:
ciphers, dark, introspection,
Form: Verse
While music holds memories of each second
And the devil weeps with each beat of her heart.
Unfit to steal, her essence will not depart.
He ciphers - baffled by this new development.
Designed by three simple chords - strummed with new contempt,
The madman crawls crooked - knowing she is exempt.
Categories:
ciphers, music,
Form: Prose Poetry
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