Spontaneity 2-28-24
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Spontaneity
Arthritic inertia,
Absent of the Prime Mover,
Bursts into astral fireflies of serendipity
Coloring outside deliberate
Past ebony links in tangerine comets
In outbursts of the unplanned ad-lib
Flicks of incandescent glory
And slivers of glee,
Like dolphins leaping or whales breaching
Into the spontaneous’ ephemeral sparkle,
Ignite gusts of rumbling grace
Rushing past anxious spirals,
Sneaking past solemn's gates,
In explosions of uncontained whimsy -
As springs of roiling combustions
Split life draining millstones,
And rock musty routines that shuffle
Bathing the unsmiling dower dirge
With thunder dancing across sullen waters
To christen spontaneity’s godchild
With new robes of unrehearsed mirth
And a dedicated named -
Laughter!
Categories:
combustions, fun,
Form: Free verse
Damian watched her with a
Small smile spreading across
His face. She stood on the bed
in front of Him. Complex crucible
Calculations collected volcanic
Explosive combustions.
That was all There was.
They had one Another in
Succulent successive
Orgasmic stimulation
The only word
That crossed his mind was
"Daamn." He fell to the bed
Pulling her on top of him.
She straddled him, one leg on
Each side.
"Delilah." He
Whispered her name in the
Twilight morning. Complex
Crucible calculated collected
Volcanic explosive combinations.
Continued.
They had one Another in and
Out of Succulent successive
Systematic orgasmic
Simulation for half the morning.
Dawn was a slow satisfaction
Which she was so strongly
And stately susceptible to.
"Yesss baby." She breathed
The words. Damian could
Only watch her in awe. While
He breathed deeply with long
Slow inhales and exhales.
Delilah was ecstatic and smiling
Pleased with herself and
Pleased with him.
Categories:
combustions, clothes, day, emotions, family,
Form: Alliteration
like taunted tiger
seeped'n saucy anger
felon fury fostered
fiery feelings triggered
callous claws smirk
dripping lanky lurch
saucy silhouette scribbled
with whooshing wiggle
naive cubs cobbled
as rustling rage
smite tainted trace
intruder felon phrase
same, salient emotions
strap squishy combustions.
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Categories:
combustions, allegory,
Form: Sonnet
In the silence of its hanging tomb,
the stalwart heart continues
to beat its rhythms of love’s symphony;
Starving head-lobes devour soundless
ringing, infusing vibrating bloating
as pangs of hunger does an empty belly;
Silence void of serenity is as useless
as space void of any cosmic purpose;
what worth is there in vacuous existence?
Smoke that has lost its self from its fire
need not be an aimless wanderer;
at its source await the warm embers thereof;
Though self-sustaining, love, true to its self,
remains self-sustaining, but humbles its self
with the need for external combustions:
May the flintstones of our hearts
once again rub shoulder to shoulder
reigniting the sparking echoes of our love fire.
Categories:
combustions, assonance, forgiveness, hope, imagery,
Form: Romanticism
Her eyes were crystals, with repetitive inner structures and outer sheet faces. They were made of quartz, of almost pure silica.
Her smile was a star in the farthest galaxy. It was made of combustions of crimson and wild blue yonder. A star that shines from afar yet already dead a hundred of years ago.
Her hands were soft, like they were made of silky fibers with furrows of anhedonia and benumbed stimuli.
Her heart wasn't of plain, with etchings nonetheless. Covered with stratums of plasters of a mixture of gypsum with water and sand, thence the width made her blunt.
Categories:
combustions, feelings, hurt, love, sad,
Form: Prose
Compliments, success and various honors I earned
Are like matchsticks leading me the next stage on
By lighting my path to settle down in corporate life.
But do I stand to all the above compliments & honor?
Or Do they say the truth earnestly or for some "return"
As they lay more responsibilities and duties yet
Do they set a situation to confine oneself in show-case?
Here’s the crux; ignored the truth after combustions.
Have learnt a lesson, if flame goes off, light a new.
There’re safety matches, friction and noiseless one
Needing suitable surface or specially prepared surface.
Well, an unstruck match won’t show up in pitch dark
Unless lighted up with external source with a surface.
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3rd Place win
Contest: New Poem Compliments by Frank H.
Dr. Ram Mehta
9-25-13
I am inspired to write this poem by a contest on me " Dr. Ram's words are better
than gold" sponsored by Joe Maverick sometime in November, 2011
Categories:
combustions, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Yet another day.
A day to right wrongs.
A day not to wrong rights.
A day to check the plugs
The oil in the engine
The fuel level
The overall working combustions
And not the external body!
Yet another day
To repair the faults
And tie the loose ends
To achieve the maximum
Sorry maxidad and effective
Results....
Yet another day
To bridge the gap
And mend the broken parts
Of the bridge
Between you and your Lord!
And your fellow men...
Yet another day
To know
That it will all end soonest!
And that
One day...
It will be
Six feet
Six yards...
Categories:
combustions, devotion
Form: Blank verse
combustions of black
are the deep splash of flak
in sallow skies,
burning top-contrast
while well behind gates
he impatiently waits,
his Lordship,
clean shaven and stately
and all’s by design
as his entourage dines
on red wine, fine bread,
and the skyline
though debris showers down
covering country and town,
not one gentleman’s
found to be frowning
as they waltz in the ashes
of stock market crashes
our last satellite
snapshot flashes
Categories:
combustions, history, loss, visionary,
Form: I do not know?