With a SPLASH of color
a chance for cooler weather
falls BUZZ is heard
the CHATTER of talking leaves
DROP to the ground
a CRUNCH under foot
broken into a MUMBLE
barely heard
trees become naked
and CLAP with a wind
summer's heat HICCUPS into fall
begging for a DROP of rain that never comes
the CLATTER of mini blinds
BANG against scuffed kissed windows
as the floor fan CLANKS with broken blade
leaving fall to settle the score
with summer's heat
Categories:
clanks, seasons,
Form: Free verse
The glass chatters, clanks, and shatters
As it hits the ground
But makes no sound
The only thing heard is the
Screams of pain
As I get hit into the glass
Blood everywhere
Pain unbearable
The ripping of flesh
Cracking of bones
Screams of pain
Yet no one hears the screams
No one to save me
From this nightmare
From that thing
Evil and putrid
Bragging of his virtue
But he’s hurting me
Ripping my skin
Breaking my bones
No one can hear my screams of pain
Why can’t they hear me?
Does virtue truly block others from seeing the torment before them?
Does it make its followers so blind they cant see the bruises?
Does it make its followers so deaf they can’t hear me begging for mercy?
Categories:
clanks, abuse, betrayal, corruption, dark,
Form: Free verse
A building ruin touches my heart
Its days of worthiness are now gone.
Its French doors are now falling apart
crumbled bricks inhabit one-time-lawn
Weeds climb trellis instead of lace vine
Honeysuckle no longer calls bees.
Bush roses at last gave way to time
wind caused an awkward list to the trees.
No more wrong key clanks on piano
or children giggling, whispering tales
No longer young lovers 'neath willow
No more fish stories becoming whales.
Those bygone days are to be no more
Laughter, anger, happiness, sorrow.
Its walls bore all, quietly they wore
until using up its tomorrows.
April 5, 2023
for 'Writing Challenge--R Words' contest
by Constance La France
howmanysyllables.com=9
2nd
Categories:
clanks, age, children, house, longing,
Form: Rhyme
The thought of loss is loud
It bangs, clanks, hisses and rattles
Inside of your head all day
Your brain starts to crash
And you start to cry
Your heart starts to crack
And it's hard to restart.
Categories:
clanks, 12th grade, beach, beauty,
Form: Verse
Lets leave you here'...
um over there...
Feel the freedom pier! And clanks in their dear old ships heightened, and waiting the fear.
The weed of the consternation, and overall equity to be so lazy about a non- conjoined thing...
To our future, that is nothing ethical, only a memory of the impregnable!
I know the rant is like the cascading drinks, lining imagery bars, 12 TV's per star, and they don't begin developing any memory until 2029 and ever afar!
That town was dirigible itself, threatening the fires of the eons by claiming their guard!
We did this time!
We even ate art!
We even flew cars!
I am sam of the cambridge a-part!
I do wood...
I am out on the sea of stars!
Please let me rhyme far.
...This mans a genius!
Categories:
clanks, adventure, age, allegory, allusion,
Form: Blank verse
It must have dazzled Free Will
To be jousting with Fate.
Clanks there no discordant
But armour intimate.
Dark, or roseate-crested, one of
Either the former's knights.
Sent out its castle wall, beyond
For the latter's world-fights.
Categories:
clanks, fate, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
The land around here looks like it belongs to the side of a lake,
it slopes downward gently, suggesting a meeting with water,
it front-yard-surfs on grass rippling winds,
it slowly sails under the puffy power of clouds.
but the water is in our bathtubs and sinks,
it is in our plumbing and it gurgles and clanks
when its alcohol content runs low.
Water is forced uphill by a secret pumping station
on the far shore of the State freeway.
When it rains we consider this a drowning,
none of us will swim, considering swimming
a prolongation of our ultimate dark night,
besides our above ground pools allow only space
for the whelping of baby seals, and we honor that.
There is of course, always ice for tinkling glasses.
If the rain persists, we are all drowned by evening
then we can only roll gently, and dare not trust
the floppiness of potted feet,
and so we tumble towards an imagined lake
one that waits for us
at the end of someone else’s drive.
However by morns early light
we are washed up on this tilting land again
and all is as dry as beached fish bones,
bones that are known to be reconstituted into pills
for the medication of occasional overbrightness.
Categories:
clanks, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Delicately smoke stacks rose in tendrils
From my lobotomised mind, tracks of steam
Channels which searched for surrendour
Teased unfamiliar air aflame, eventual glean
Chances which blind chases never uncovered
Now relaxed stance soul caresses confirm
Worth in the venture for connections recovered
Ratified tangible textures of trust returned
Sharply sprung tongue sprig of marjoram burst
Sends corresponding signals sweet salty
Cardboard dry enclosure summoned my thirst
Seasoned with fish fall apart white sultry
Flipped on my untrained pallette, ripe silk drips
Nourished throat thrums an unsung tempo
New reward captured bite butters impatient lips
Slippery flesh accosts a switched off depot
Aniseed's dark unrivalled flavour pinnacle
Nasal travelled spice kidnaps bland indecision
Abrupt acetic fingers, processing difficult
Held captive by capers strange punch derision
Ambience clink clanks cutlery's untimed tune
Calls faithful patronage who pay in blood
Inner soft lobsters promise flesh of high noon
Claw shards pave a love path summoned
20th September 2020
Categories:
clanks, celebration, confusion, crush, desire,
Form: Rhyme
My boredom stretches like a steel girder across the abyss
to wherever it is that boredom ends.
My dog wines his most insistent whine,
the one that says, “I’m bored too”.
The TV runs, background noise to the dog’s whine.
I sigh and wonder how many more seconds till the page turns.
With a secondhand pet to my dog, I stretch my toes
wondering if a mouse might peek out to pause the gloom.
Dragging slow, the dishwasher clanks it’s finished clank
telling me it’s time to unload the heard off it’s back.
I’m not that bored, I lean back in my chair
and wait for my muse to come jauntily to my screen.
Categories:
clanks, i miss you,
Form: Free verse
The censer clanks
the smoke rises.
An attempt is made
to hypnotize.
It wafts across
the naive
The priest like
a magician has
a trick he uses
to deceive.
The incense odor,
causes a spiritual
trip.
Chanting in Latin,
locks his grip.
Affecting only
those who are on
a guilt trip.
A stronger odor
fouls the air.
Stench from children gropers,
that the vestment clad
denier shares.
Categories:
clanks, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form: Free verse
TWO LOVERS FRESH.......
I watch two lovers in fresh embrace
through my installed double glazing
they seem too young for such desire
that all embracing consuming fire....
It warms me, innocently gazing
My border yields a single bloom
he plucks, with love uncaring
and offers up springs new born child
with heart of hope and passions wild
I watch, arthritis flaring
Yet scarce the beat of an aged heart
nor the flash of a dying star
separates me from he outside
nor she from my sweet bride....
Is yesteryear so very far ?
For her I mourn most wistfully
my wife, my friend, my lover.
Her face I see in spring's first flower
her voice in winter's final shower....
how fortunate to love her
The radiator clanks and whines
and pants out breaths of steam.
It paints the glass with foggy hue
to swallow up the outside view
and terminate an old man's dream
Categories:
clanks, age, devotion, emotions, husband,
Form: Rhyme
Same old routine, same venue too
We join the queue, I order
Flat white for her with fern motif
Tan crema round the border
For me a capuccino, large
With sifted chocolate powder
Baristas all look younger now
The music slightly louder
We grab our favourite corner seat
Our meal, the usual fare
Two toasties filled with ham and cheese
A Chelsea bun to share
The great machine behind the counter
Clanks and slurps and hisses
And suddenly I recollect
Those first exciting kisses
Brunette has given way to grey
Her voice a little gentler
She takes my hand and thanks me for
The flowers that I sent her
Her smile, so sweet, improved with age
Her wise and loving eyes
Close tight before she takes a sip
Leans back a bit, and sighs
We laugh and talk the years away as if
Time was suspended
Why did I let her slip away
It's not what I intended
But too late now to make amends
However we construe it
We took a fatal turning and
We well and truly blew it
Categories:
clanks, lost love, love, romance,
Form: Light Verse
April's Torment - The Villanelle Of The April Fool
April couldn't stop thinking about the April Fool
It was just so april fish and pranks
Never had she known anything so dual
That morning, April was shocked by the fuel
She found herself feeling rather march manx
April couldn't stop thinking about the April Fool
Marcus
Later, April was spooked by a stool
She tried to focus on those shanks
Never had she known anything so cruel
Marcus tried to distract her with a tool
Said it was time to start thinking about francs
April couldn't stop thinking about the April Fool
April took action like a mule
The April Fool was like a toxic clanks
Never had she known anything so dual
April nosedived like a gullible person, ghoul
Her mind turned to the banks
Went to withdrawn some money
The teller told April guess what you don’t have any..April Fool!!
Never had she known anything so cruel
4/1/19
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Categories:
clanks, analogy, anxiety, character, confusion,
Form: Villanelle
The sibilant wind blows
over frosted shingles of cracked porcelain.
Passed chain link a fissured road
wends the dry creek of my mind;
downtown the stars are charted
at a four-way stop of plywood windows,
oxidized copper's turquoise matte.
The poetry of rolled metal
wheezes mortal prose among tall weeds,
the crumbling concrete of promises.
I see it all from my window as if in trance,
a séance with the clock ticking
lifetimes of stanzas in one minute
as a For Sale sign clanks its chant on the fence.
Memory's verses were shipped ahead,
away from draped shadows
of bloodless marquees.
Sweeping remnant words
is like herding tears found in shards
of a broken tea cup.
A hiatus appeared in life's narrative,
but syllables in the tome are my amulets.
2/21/19
Categories:
clanks, metaphor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Clanks,
blanks,
cranks,
clash!
Slams in tank,
detours irate!
Ingenious infiltrates,
sojourns knocking,
indignation on the plank,
plutocracy dank!
Dotards are prate,
iridescence is just as late-
prime meridian,
songs obsidian,
and the incandescence great!
Categories:
clanks, allegory, animal, crazy, culture,
Form: Blank verse
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