Poetic verses manifest,
for there is beauty unattained.
We yearn for distant, lofty skies;
for floating, contemplative clouds,
and souls that overflow the eyes.
Combustive, nameless hankerings
revitalize our sluggish hearts,
prolonging our linguistic cruise.
Forever, we anticipate
precise vocabulary hues.
All we possess is poetry
to hold on to our heavenly
infatuation with the world,
for poetry has always been
the herald of eternity.
he hides himself into an empty wrapper
a hollow shell that remained after the storm
where life once resided before the heavy toll
of addiction arrogance destruction hurt and
the combustive mixture of void and destruction
an all-inclusive ticket to stagnant displeasure
a homeless abode untenanted wreck
futile worthlessness vacant desolation
disconnected and detached he does not half fill
the cover where isolation has taken his place
and shielded nothingness evaporates from his mind
in which melancholy oozes lost hope
a sheathed vacuum with suction pump attached
portrays the only reminder of motion and living
he feels very little but pictures himself
as Dali´s warped melted clock
a time bomb disguised as a land mine
for good expandable measure of meaning
12 November 2023
Somehow I lost track of my age
Keen with sight and mind of sage
Watching chic’s only, not to engage
Wishful thinking but let’s turn the page.
A cake full of candles light up the room
if the frosting was combustive I’d go boom
the weight of all the candles made it sag
I must be rather old but I won’t brag.
You see I am whole and not just a link
never liked carrot juice or that Geritol drink
I expect someday I will get a call
that someone is waiting for me in the hall.
the light can shine down upon me I don’t care
I am not about to leav… I swear
they can send down a search party of troops
I love it here so I will make another loop.
Each day I live that’s one less day that I don’t
Let the train go back empty, all aboard I won’t
Birthdays come but once a year
Every time it does it brings such good cheer.
Made it over the mountains and drove on proud
Won’t accept the sullen sky with its grim dark cloud
Heaven is peaceful which we all know
but I’m living longer, I just won’t go.
Somehow I lost track of my age
Keen with sight and mind of sage
watching chic’s only, not to engage
wishful thinking but let’s turn the page.
a cake full of candles light up the room
if the frosting was combustive I’d go boom
the weight of all the candles made it sag
I must be rather old but I won’t brag.
you see I am whole and not just a link
never liked carrot juice or that Geritol drink
I expect someday I will get a call
that someone is waiting for me in the hall.
the light can shine down upon me I don’t care
I am not about to leave I swear
they can send down a search party of troops
I love it here so I will make another loop.
each day I live that’s one less day that I don’t
let the train go back empty, all aboard I won’t
birthdays come only but once a year
every time it does it brings such good cheer.
made it over the mountains and drove on proud
won’t accept the sullen sky with its grim dark cloud
heaven is peaceful which we all know
but I’m living longer, I just won’t go.
Breath stolen breeds sharpness
Borne backward into infantile shrieks
The spinstress of sinew waits bated
For abhorrent heat
Of combustive, collapsive
Crossfire from echoing throat
Or burnt-bridge lungs
A visceral nymph thoughtlessly thieves
On Benedict tongue
Thrashing in maddened pace
Too shrill a manifesto
Skeletal soldiers charge
A red hill
Unsteady, uneven, not ready
Frenzy, not frolic
I am not a goddess
There is something to fear
I am something, I fear
beams of hope tendered
mirror images refract
combustive spark
burning ember flames
radiant glare recycles
residual steam
intense stare refuels
bursts of energy stokes flame
sweet puffs of smoke stream
'Eyes First Meet' contest
Stephen Parker
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