miser
cheap, selfish
hoarding, saving, concealing
money, supplies, jewelry, credit
spending, wasting, cluttering
heedless, selfish
spendthrift
On days of heavy rain
tears from sad eyes
fall like drops from
gray cloud skies
Once, words sometimes
flowed like streams trickling
over polished rocks ---
Sometimes they rushed past --
torrents that broke through
crumbling dams holding
hesitant reservoirs of thought .
Sometimes they were
riotous tumultuous floods --
now, they ooze,
almost stop -- rarely, now
even meandering through
dry debris cluttering
the arid channels
of this aged mind.....
Reality
I clambered up surrealism’s heights, clawing tooth and nail
(The path was obscured by variances cluttering the way),
But that didn’t hinder my progress into realism,
I was adventurous and irrepressible in my quest.
Star clusters within galaxies form imaginative figures
That cry out to the universe, “Welcome, stupidity!”
The world isn’t as dark once you step out of the picture
To escape abstraction and become a reality.
Walking,
Strolling through,
Rolling hills,
Cliffs Keep Arising.
Diving in,
Climbing In the end,
To be better than my will.
A higher mentality,
Hiding in side of me.
So I can see the Truth,
Surrounding Duality.
Abiding within society,
Driving the Crazy,
Becoming Lazy,
The path Growing hazy.
Complacency has blatantly,
Robbed us of Energy.
The will to be,
As we Endlessly,
Repeat our history.
Can you See?
The Patterns,
Fallacies,
Created,
Keeping us Happy,
Entertained,
And Distracted.
Our youth being trained,
Framed forms,
Flowing to a Norm,
Attracted like a swarm,
To all the Usual STUFF.
Things cluttering The Place,
Crowding Personal space.
Erasing the Connection,
To Your Grace and Affection.
The Role you play,
When they have your attention.
Chasing away all who seek change,
So things remain the same,
To repeat this Game.
Let's Redirect our intellect,
And walk into change.
Its Hard to conceive,
Changing what we believe.
So we can achieve,
Our inner most desire,
Hidden within our fire.
Its something we admire.
Fighting resistance,
In our daily existence.
It takes persistence.
To go the distance.
So many walls,
Unending halls,
I trip and I fall,
Flat on my face.
R?ising to the Challenge,
opening the space.
All my thoughts race,
With cluttering embrace.
Some I wish i could Erase.
They're So hard to face,
The Bricks in their place,
Set by past mistakes.
Be true to oneself,
Believe in your worth,
While you traverse,
Your own personal Universe.
All the life, hearing cluttering of weapons is rough,
Being a single daughter is tough.
Last I remember, you held me when I was six,
I was injured and you were trying to fix.
Mama died saving me, I needed immediate attention,
But your one stare and even at that tender age, I was an addition to your tension.
I felt like that day not only my mother but also my father was cremated,
For nothing remained the same after that day - ill fated.
Years passed, the distance between us grew,
Had it been ten years ago, it would have been new.
You don't answer my calls anymore,
My ears dried waiting to be called just once more.
Your missions now last for days , weeks or even months.
I waited, waited for you to get over your grief and say "Mi amore, papa missed his little girl"
Alas! I grew up, not being treated like a pearl.
With me now lying in my pool of blood,
You might be holding me close to your chest and crying a flood.
But..... You got late, Dad
There was no other option 'your little princess' had.
Loved you so much Dad, that neither words can express nor you can guess.
Luminous lucent mind
longingly mystique,
made of multi-facetted crystal
of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely
with translucent thoughts,
glistened by soul-suffusing
sensuous rays,
emanating from
efflorescent fountain
of ebullient emotion
unrestrained.
Clear of cluttering cloud
of secret qualm,
diaphanous psyche
resolutely revolves
in ordained orbit,
shines as a star
in enlightened trajectory,
away from abyss
of ambiguous angst
unrelenting.
The meadow of mind,
clear of convoluted
shadows of confusion,
glows in the transit
of fleeting moments,
latticed with luster
of desiccating dew drops
of passion perception,
sparkling with sequins
of transient euphoria,
conveys with cadence
of evanescent radiance
the rational notion
undeniable....
everything has a time
to come and go.
For the thrill of writing to be exciting a reading mind…
by taking the time to write a rhyme in rhythm…
shot from this poetry imprisoned prism like mind of mine….
I’m tussling words like a busker busking melodies from famous songs covering…
words on paper smothered in from my ink spill…
uttering unspoken words speaking my will cluttering thoughts leaking…
weakening thoughts..jittering…from the air chill as I recite this ink spill..I will with my might…
I might as well dwell within that imprisoned prism I’m locked in…right?
-Peter T. DeSpirito
Luminous lucent mind longingly mystique,
multi-facetted crystal clear piece of gorgeous gem,
shines sublimely with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by the soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the innate emanation of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering cloud of surreptitious self-qualm,
the diaphanous psyche resolute in the ordained orbit,
stays shining as the stars of clarity shaping the galaxy
by fervent sequins in the enlightened transmuted trajectory
out of the ambiguous depth of abysmal abyss.
The mesmeric meadow clear of confusion shadow,
glows in the transit of the fleeting moments,
latticed with the luster of lucid drops of diamond dew,
sparkling with the gorgeous glitter of pristine sunshine,
looks up to the seraphic sky of untarnished dawn.
The gleaming pearls of euphoria in the argentine night,
make the gossamer motif of stars in passion perception,
convey in convivial irradiance the acuity notion,
everything has a time to come and go,
like the ephemeral instants of effervescent ecstasy.
Dim light
sun rays reflecting
through the window glass
casting shadowy images dancing along the walls,
early morning residue of the night
where hopes and dreams survive
immovable from mind and heart
eluding the memories of the soul;
kindred spirits reawakened
cluttering up the memory
held snug, safe within each memento
those I gave you, the ones you gave to me;
angels chanting
of Christmases, birthdays out of time
cascading flowers fallen petals, dried
pressed within a card, a book, a bible;
secured in this sanctuary
of silenced hymns and unanswered prayers
grateful for what was, what is
between two friends, companions, lovers in the night;
Extrapolate what you may imagine
conjure up
your pseudo images
to all that was and could have been,
here
kept safe, protected,
sheltered forever
in the memory room.
Across the sideways, bronze framed hall mirror,
A ribbon of infrared light imprinted itself,
Like a streak of alien sky;
Hours later, it dimmed and blew out, like an ill-furnished house.
Other reflections crawled across like tarantulas...
Somebody's corduroy acorn brown trouser legs and spotless tapshoes;
Somebody's long-lashed, hazel-ringletted doll; it was wearing a lacy, tulip-embroidered smock with frilled edges, and it was napping in a nook.
One day, somebody slipped-up; their teacup, which had a watercolour lily design, ended-up on the mirror:
The owner of reflections fragmented,
Until it was nothing but a set of chess pieces, cluttering a dustpan.
A crescent of sun splintered the window, targeting the shards in the can like yellow rose hued rainbows.
Halloween man what big teeth you have
Why are your eyes walking all over me
So take your tip toeing ways back to your grave
I don't need your invite, I need to be free
You came to my doorstep for some treats
Unlike all the ghost and goblins out tonight
You've rage the pumpkin patches and streets
My haunted house scares of your sight
You have your witches, spiders and cats
You can ride their brooms, webs and tails
Please, please go back to your habitats
There's no room service for you on my trails
I'll run from your candle wax and ties
I'll run from your cluttering teeth and dismay
You may suppress my life and vacant cries
To my husband did you enjoy your role play
10/12/22
12-16 Lines of a Scary Halloween Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Tania Kitchin
4th
An antique store’s the perfect place
To browse among the shelves
And see the past through objects
People sloughed off of themselves.
From dolls to clothes to dishes,
Chairs and glassware, mirrors, books,
The rooms are stacked with memories
Whichever way one looks.
Each item once held meaning
For the owner, likely dead,
Or living in a place with
Much less cluttering instead.
The browsers mostly look
But sometimes dig inside for cash
To cart home new-found treasure,
Once somebody else’s trash.
I will report what I have put in the car to be given away today.
So many options that we discussed clouded my confused mind.
You must understand that people like me survive by luck and wit alone.
It is rarely a finished project.
Rarely a completed job.
It is a circus we live in, between the acts,
our giftedness provides.
We are not quiet and seldom still enough
to hear all the directions.
We wing it and lose so many objects as we purge our time away,
and actually,
I went to write a poem right after our last conversation.
When I am pointed in many directions, I often give up.
So I did not plan, no schedule devised,
but I threw and gave away,
debris cluttering up my mind.
From the muddled mind me,
"Lo! the dolphin dotes laughs
My passion is the maritime coast
'Ocean!' said I, 'thing of seawater.'
Oceans dolphins
In a kingdom full of coastlines
Eagerly I looked for the seaway
I crave the marine, more mare
That up bound jellyfish - that unbound jellyfish
I felt compelled to sniff the territorial waters
I am shorn of my catfish
I discovered the riverbanks
Suddenly, I heard some tiding
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up through the skies
And its eyes have all the ponding
Resulting and resulting with my pacific
But in the fact that it was fluttering
I had dreamed of ribs cluttering
Only this and a ameba
The west water whaling
The dry dock smiled
How they were curtailing, prevailing - derailing
I discovered the crayfish
I crave the marine, amidships maritime
Ah, distinctly I was swallowing
Rise, fly mighty dolphin up threw the skies"
11/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
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