Poor Dan is in a droop... it wouldn't stand up.
Took a few colored photographs closeup.
Mad? Am I madam.
No, I'm Don Adam.
Holding up with Viagra, it erupts.
There is the immediate and the atmosphere.
Fear of war; touchdown of velociraptors;
a quiet passing; a once again tragedy of
paper rolls, a teacher tripping, tires rolling.
Closeup shots and distant thunder; its cracklings.
Hanging by a thread, sometimes deluded into
thinking things will be alright; with Jesus they are.
The ups and downs; the coaster lumbering over
the camel’s humps; the plummet from Everest;
the mighty arms of our Creator sustains the blows.
Eventually, the coaster comes to rest; wow,
those pearly gates, the mindblowing light that shines;
Jesus will wipe every tear from your eyes.
From my cousin’s eyes, from his two year battle.
His mama, four years ago, on the same day.
Sandwich hugs from his mom and dad. wow.
Hoisted onto a moon ladder,
dizzying height could not phase her.
Inside reverie’s ring
she soars into the midnight air.
Wild smile and soft skin laid bare,
each star sparkles screaming.
Uninhibited so high up,
she’s now prepared for a closeup.
Flying from rung to rung
filled with clear infatuation.
Twenty four carat addiction,
too bright the glister hung.
Scenery transforms lightning fast,
the view’s here then a shadow’s cast.
Ride swiftly reckless soul,
feed insatiable fantasies.
Let go of cruel formalities,
a scandalous black hole.
RIVERA FRESCOS
plural
mural
LICHTENSTEIN COMIC STRIP
quick flick
so slick
O-'KEEFE PETALS
grownup
closeup
Found in space
possible sighting
worthy of closeup
change of course
wonder on the horizon
a balanced theme
an event of sorts
natural or not
a peculiar thing
mayhaps instrumental
tis unfortunate
no contact
be it but a scene
a wallpaper
our viewing point
seems war-like
set course for home
nothing here but shadows.
Her boobies hung outside the white lace cup.
Blending pineapple and whisky closeup.
Blender was not fully closed,
Everything inside exposed.
Woohoo, smoothie boobs to sit down to sup.
I want to kiss your pretty face
Around the world in every place
Where romance lives and shines so bright
Where every day is only night
Where we could simply ride around
In horse drawn carriage, sit spellbound
Through central parks and squares lit up
I'd look into your eyes closeup
And as the space grew less and less
Between our lips I'd close my eyes
What happens next, no need to guess
This shouldn't come as a surprise
I'd kiss you hard, I'd kiss you long
I'd hold you tight, desire strong
The horses reined, not free to roam
Until later on when we got home
Scares me,
this loop of haunting love;
What will it really be?
Part black crow part white dove
fire burns absolutely;
Brooding;
I need to say goodbye,
unwanted fears crowning;
Buried horrors are sly
on a slow drip weeping;
Bad dreams,
toxic smoke wakes me up;
My mind goes to extremes
showing crazy closeup;
Unzipped disastrous themes.
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllables checked with PS
intense intimate direct
all over art
arrested moments
of
the
energetic flamboyant
purpose filled
flings
a surfeit
of emotional energy
in controlled
abandonment
of space & time
living
the moment
of
the unconscious unwrapped
revealed
in a harmony
of the whole
dip and thrown
vibrant eclectic frantic
vigour
at a fresco scale
in
the giant closeup
a horizontal
becomes
a mural
until
inspiration
evaporates
into
the ephemera
of
selfdoubt
Slow Motion
David J Walker
I have slowed the motion
Of old film from the past
Watching frame by frame
The changes
As they came
The slight nuance of
The passing time in
Flickering light to
The silver screen
And what I might have
never seen
Even in a closeup at
Full speed
Was that me
In the eye of the
Projector?
I Need to MAN Up And Love Myself
I'm just like a book on a bookshelf,
Haven't been read in a while
It's like I'm living in a state of defilement
It's dusty, who's been treated unjustly
So I turn and see a pristine book on the shelf
And that book is all about Love
And I say "Love open up"
I look in for a closeup
I felt the urge to put my feelings in writing
I really feel our connection is tightening
My dear beloved
I really feel my life did just start
I would rather have you than a million bucks
You are like a white swan amidst ordinary ducks
I think we are the perfect match
For you, I am willing to stretch
You mean so much to me
With you, I really feel free
Eternal bliss is where I'm bound
Near you, everything is sound
This Self-Love is for you, I hope you will like it
Because loving you, I will never quit
This poem has come to an end
Remember that, without you, my heart feels bent
Why weep while thousands of reasons at hand for you to smile,
Why stay in pain when it's just the lesson meant for you in the "Life Kyle",
Why struggle to follow, while you must be having your own style,
Why wait and stare when you've enough strength to run another mile?
Why feel so down over "trifles" that keep you away from being cheered up,
While having the bigger picture, never forget to get a "closeup",
Within your Phase, within your Track, still you're going to speed up,
You're going to Move, Run and Win, this verse is for you to Warm Up!
The past comes in a nightmare dream,
pain I've worked so hard to forget;
to hold back sadness and regret,
I see the place where I grew up.
And all the graves in rows closeup,
my home by a rippling stream;
where in my lone bed I was weeping,
listening to a train whistle.
The need to leave was abyssal,
holding back tears I walked away;
into the wild world to stray,
but the past keeps creeping, creeping.
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May 9, 2019
Poetry/Rhyme/The Past Keeps Creeping, Creeping
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1223-635-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Strand Select F Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Third Place
Awarded to privileges and sanctioned
embellishment favoring enhancement,
Over time, years chip away unnoticeably
o'er worn breathless moments,
Taunt texture of an arduous youth evaporates
in a whimsical hallucination,
Fields of the dermis yield a harvest worthy
of an ample supply of suppleness,
Foretelling fluctuating skin moisturizing balms
that saturates the aged cavities,
Cherished heydays occupied a magnificent face
for cameras to envy,
In the advance of time, I am content
to tender the waning years,
For a fair measured distance
as a camera poses for a closeup.
2020 January 10
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