Oh sapience of musings, oh savior of poetic art!
How longingly I seek you out to inspire my ballad
When lassitude of the night envelopes my mind
And grimace of dawn darkens shrouded in fog.
Oh lyrics of melodies, oh harmonies of music!
How eloquently you speak in articulate dreams
When wordless melancholy poignantly echoes
And voice of emptiness confiscates my themes.
Oh redeemer of words, oh language of feelings!
How musically you evoke rhythms of symphony
When broken phrases languish in depleted ink
And haze of confusion subjugates my euphony.
Oh oratory of wisdom, oh intellect of vocabulary!
How metaphorically you divulge motifs of imagery
When ineptitude of simile diminish comparability
And wordplay disappoints in misplaced analogies.
Oh allure of meaning, oh enticement of literacy!
How singularly you elevate cadence of my poetry
When decaying thoughts linger forever miserably
And creativity encounters nothingness of drudgery.
October 5, 2020
Placed 1st: When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
confiscates, inspiration, literature, poetry,
Form: Ode
Three hands of time roll,
pass one by one in circles
golden hours, silver minutes
relentless seconds.
thoughts pulse to murky future
lost in what's there left behind.
Mystical motion
tonight transcends tomorrow.
Unending dark tunnels fill
pleasure and sorrow.
Spinning Earth revolving Sun
new Moon born, trapped in cycles.
Unanchored moments
to hit buzzer, and win game.
Hurried life runs out of time
as clock confiscates.
A storm in which, all are lost
clouds emptied...and stars faded
Hold on Wanderer...
Let's have an easier life.
Let's fold time, tuck it away.
Big tiny moments...
Deepest blue and Highest high
Time will just stop, when you die.
13th July 2019
howmanysyllable counted 5 7 7 5 7 7 in all 4 stanza
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Fives and Sevens
Theme Pic No 4 : A Clock
Categories:
confiscates, life, moon, stars, time,
Form: Choka
The tightened nut of self service
Confiscates my freedom
While at the same time
Intruding into my cherished future
I was born I was nowhere
I didn’t know I just found
My church my school my name
My people my problems my portion
The heart attack my people say my disease
My father’s epilepsy they call my share
I was born was once absent like a decease’
Intruding into my cherished future
Muslims to marry a suicide rope
In another Christian church to sing-
The doctrine forbids my cherished from
By drawing boundaries in the biblical thing
The tightened nut of self service
Who gonna help make loose?
For they say I own no nice
Intruding into my cherished future
Whatever is born is born new
Let not the old barricade
Choice to live choice to be
Let be self-service stop-
Intruding into my cherished future
My grandfather’s Grandfather grand further-
Got a road accident
Road accident’s portion
Intruded my cherished futures
I sing I sing the freedom
The model and similar blood paint
The term the differences a monstrous
Intruder into my cherished future
Categories:
confiscates, anxiety, conflict, depression, discrimination,
Form: Rhyme
From one poet to another
Your words in me are a thunder
That fills my soul with great wonder
As my open heart you plunder
Though, in truth, I can't see your face...
I peek through- my rhyme covered lace
Your feelings of love I can trace
And my heart beat quickens a pace
Your every strong line scintillates
And my wayward heart subjugates
All my secret thoughts punctuates
And my very soul confiscates
Your heart’s fierce rhythm and rhyme
Not bound to moments of time
They make each meeting sublime
Enthrall with images fine
Addiction: the name of the game
Your lines are what is to blame
My life is no longer the same
My high begins with your name
Each word is a passionate breeze
It makes me fall to my knees
My hunger I need to appease
Come feed me now, if you please!
I travel the paths of your mind
Treasures of worth- my great find
To the world, I have become blind
For our souls are now intertwined
A Repost from 4/11/2013
Categories:
confiscates, beautiful, poetry, poets, words,
Form: Quatrain
What if we were in a dream
But not just one but in between
The many that we'll soon be in
And the other's that they seem to end...
So many levels so dam deep
We seem to revel in our sleep
Just to avoid the same cliche
That's just as fake as yesterday...
But every time we close one door
It seems to make a hundred more
Within the one remembered last
Beginning some you may have passed...
But if this hole we can't climb out
Permits my soul to pass in doubt
Then what my shadow casts is real
But what's behind it stays concealed...
As reality becomes a game
Of fallacy with none to blame
But each thought we can't escape
And every dream it confiscates...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
Categories:
confiscates, dream
Form: Light Verse
From one poet to another
Your words in me are a thunder
That fills me soul with wonder
As my open heart you plunder
Though I cannot see your face...
Through my poetry covered lace
Your deep feelings I can trace
My heart beat quickens a pace
Your every line scintillates
My wayward heart subjugates
My inner thoughts punctuates
My very soul confiscates
Your heart’s rhythm and rhyme
Not bound to moments of time
Makes each encounter sublime
Holds me with imagery fine
Addiction is my sweet game
And your poetry is to blame
My life is no longer the same
My high begins with your name
Each word is just meant to please
Makes me fall down on my knees
My hunger I must appease
Oh, feed me now, if you please!
I travel the paths of your mind
Treasures of worth my great find
To all else I am now blind
Our twin souls have intertwined
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
confiscates, beauty, on writing and
Form: Monorhyme
My mind
My mind is a prison
Overpopulated with remorse
Incarcerated by images of sin
My mind refuses rehabilitation
It cowers in a concrete corner
Face in hands; protesting parole
My mind punishes me with guilt
Terrorizing my thoughts
A reoccurring rape of recidivism
My mind is unforgiving
It confiscates my hope
Segregates my dreams in isolated darkness
Allowing occasional one hour visits of promise.
My mind is a complicated collage of convicting confessions
Callously castrating my continuing calls for clemency
My mind mocks mercy
It Mimics moments of misery In a mental mirror
Molesting my mild memories in a riot of regrets
My mind wants no truce
It gladly guards my goals behind gilded gates of grief
Giving me a life sentence of worry
My mind is a prison that I cannot escape
Every night I am summoned from my dim-lit cell
And violently beaten into submission
Here, I repent
I pray for a pardon
And although the Almighty has given me a reprieve
My mind assures me that death is my only release
Categories:
confiscates, death, fear, forgiveness, imagination,
Form: Free verse
The cauldron in heat fumes with alchemy chemicals,
Careful she decides to spread her witches’ stronghold,
To the palace walls and the kingdom she learns to control;
Mixture for His Highness the Emperor she would soon wed.
Not a soul would dare cross swords with her magical power,
And the ones that did perish in the castle's old dungeons,
Never saw day light as they grew old and weak in their death.
The king obeys each wish and command she chooses to give.
Few drops from her potion and the king would lust to marry,
Making her dignified empress queen in this land of noble knights,
Her only obstacle, the knight she loved chasing the princess;
It would break her heart to destroy his youthful ecstasy.
In a goblet she presents His Majesty her recipe,
The loyal warrior knight confiscates the liqueur to drink,
Drawing his sword he grabs and captures the sorceress;
Taking her away never to be seen in the kingdom:
Picture Prompt used:-
http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/26/2637/YSZMD00Z/alan-gutierrez-strange-brew.jpg
Categories:
confiscates, lifeold, old,
Form: Free verse