Desert Carnival
Yoga Phenomenal
Camel Fair
Valor Prayer
Harvest Festivals
Sea Surfing Technicals…
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Winter starts
With ice, fine arts
Sunshine days blaze
With atmospheric haze...
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Rainbow-colors poured
On earth-sky canvas as an accord
All five elements glitter.
As though no counterfeiter
Hillocks in immodest green
Present an ecologically rich scene
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Thrill fills the zeitgeist
In the earth-weather tryst
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Xing
Xanadu
When December stills souls with its quiver,
Erasing shadows who make life bitter.
Warm hearths silence the heart’s crispy shiver,
Stardust blesses with joy like soft glitter,
Wonders who December will deliver.
Frost’s quickening is no counterfeiter.
Where Winter hastens are soft glowing skies.
Home to cardinals praising with their cries.
When December whispers on graying nights,
Promising its secrets shall grow inside,
Where the soul will remember sweet insights,
Gentle lights unfading can’t be denied.
Singing to lithe Autumn – her last rites.
Writing poetry of faith who’ll abide.
In a sweet voice, her splendor will remind…
December welcomes peace who can spellbind.
When December stirs the moon to glowing,
Stars play across the night, dazzling desires,
Leaving the heart with love overflowing,
Twilight drifts across dreams, troubling wildfires
Calming words of hope from an all knowing,
He cast the stars on skies, never tiring,
December brings Christmas, the birth of love,
Sent to our spirits from heaven above!
A lightning-fast swing,
a blinding slap
and a few seconds later – a dull thunder of the leaving thunderstorm.
A numbness of words;
a dumbness of feelings;
a cold wind from the river;
a sad and grievous moan of the coal barges, huddling together.
We’ll never huddle together for warmth anymore;
we'll never talk to each other as good neighbors over the fence of shared memories.
To pop up collar,
to turn around
and to walk away as fast as a counterfeiter
who rushes to get rid of a fake note and flees with change,
without looking back.
18.07.2019
Intransigence Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
What smug pseudomorph
inhabits my reflection,
adroitly mimicking my
every manner and expression,
mercilessly mocking me
with flawless simulation?
She is the great pretender;
a master counterfeiter;
a furtive opportunist;
a thieving imitator.
She is a soul-sucking demon
of the gravest degree;
a brazen parasite
feeding on health and ingeny,
pillaging my youth
with savage gleam and glee;
siphoning my precious hollow
of vitality.
Time ticks across my aging face
while our eyes lock in defiance,
and in the end, my spurious friend
will demand my full compliance.
So, with a twinkling eye I wink
at my mirrored facade,
acknowledging this fearsome foe
with a playful nod.
Respectfully reciprocal,
she gestures back to me in kind,
and we part as esteemed enemies,
to my last breath resigned.
Dreams we could have shared
You acted as if you cared
My heart your lies snared
By Robb A. Kopp