AWAKENINGS
transitory
remnants
gathered
symbols
covering
contours
culminating
dialectics
in
preserved
blurred
splendour
vanity
meditate
on
past
fictions
&
new
transient
dimensions
drifting in a zestless world of hypocrisy,
aching to dispel the lunacy
echoing with distorted imageries,
held in a bastille of utter carnage;
I’m abundantly devoted to
breaking free from what enslaves me.
acquire
wading through the necrotizing tenor
that binds me,
steadfastly drawing near, while
teetering on the confines of
my perilous mind and altruistic heart—
prodigiously culminating.
Taking back what the enemy stole.
Christmas comes calling each year around,
Ringing in joy and celebrations profound
A message of sharing wrapped in delight.
Culminating the year in hopes soft light.
What does Christmas mean to me,
Opens a floodgate of memories.
The snowy beard, the bright red hat,
A jolly belly — imagine that!
From distant lands with mystic aura,
Santa arrives — every child’s euphoria.
Candied fruits,
Orange and cinnamon induced,
Plum cakes so rich,
Ginger and nutmeg enriched.
Pine, fir or spruce,
A woody aroma to boost,
Poinsettias add colour and glam,
Enhancing old terraces charm.
Wreaths and mistletoe on show,
Reindeer and Santa in tow.
Christmas stockings, filled and hung with care,
Unwrapping gifts, joy fills the air.
Candy canes and twinkling lights,
Together they usher in delight.
A time to care, a time to share,
To breathe to life each Christmas prayer.
To pen new tales of love and kindness,
And light the world through winter’s brightness.
Words echoed that should never have been spoken.
Fiery accusations leaving hearts broken.
Twirled anger erupted, stabbing as if by a sword.
Vile innuendo from both of them, poured.
Shattered crystal, the statue she threw.
He barely recognised her, behaving like a shrew.
He glared in disbelief at the ugly scene.
Gone now, the adored devotion that once had been.
All culminating in a crescendo of bitter screams.
Her heart pounding, she envisaged her forlorn dreams.
The mirror depicts a virtual war zone.
His departure left her fragile and all alone.
She kicked the crumpled dress, realised her leg was sore.
The smashed perfume bottle still spilling across the floor.
Beauty is in the mastery
of the life you have created for yourself
the interests and passions you've delved into
culminating in the unique individual you've become
you are the tapestry of your life's work
AP: 2nd place 2025
a practiced smile on her face
a mother’s oenomel breath puffs wind under gossamer wings
reminiscent of the translucent wings of green lacewings—
mistaken for a pest, but beneficial—
to strike out and explore a thorny world
resisting the siren call of spring’s scent
turning their heads with songs of love
emerging personalities
unravel the cocoon spun in love
as naiveté fragmentises into bluster
a mother unobtrusively dries tears
desiring a moral code of empathy towards all
the sweet fragrance of pride
a tantalising selection between
intrinsic values and
natural curiosity—
concomitant heartbeat tempos to dog-eared sheet music of ambition
culminating in Life’s crescendo
natural selection, be damned
as recalcitrant offspring echoes eons of mitochondrial resilience
Timeless Union
At sunrise,
gazing out the window,
the sky bathed in its
reddish-orange hues,
as the sun
and the full moon
shared the sky.
My bare arms
cradled your bosoms,
like the sky
embracing both
the moon and the sun.
When my tender lips
gently pressed behind your ear,
the warmest of my breaths
awakened shivers in you.
Gracefully, we swam
with gentle motion,
rolling and breaching,
like humpback whales
on an arduous migration,
yearning for love’s embrace,
culminating in an exquisite
timeless union.
ka~rum
Olympic moments now here, then gone
under a spotlight intense as the sun
Years of sweat, dedication and training
geared toward a finish culminating
In a medal or two, or three if you’re great
~ all dependent on timing, focus and fate
View things extraneously
Watch materialistic
objects vanish
We're all just
gliding through
contemporaneous philanderings
While the judgmental eyes
are examining meticulously
making preposterous
assumptions that have
no validity factually
even culminating forcefully
opening doors
to various realms
that are beyond
the ordinary happenings
you contemplate surreptitiously
trying not to give
any clues to what
you're actually thinking
while a disposition awaits
A Sea Of Eyes
There came /was a rumbling
thundering and tumbling
culminating in a fated crumble
see fate at its' present rancor
hmm, it was Lorina
who did a slight wander
paving way for Morgan to plunder
with tears plunging down each side
flooding many to stay awake
hmm, dread now skips on merry lane
wearing a rancid smile
sharing bits of bile for every bite
tipping Joy over the edge
into a seamless fall
into a steamy pool
sitting and pondering
edged on both sides
by strife and pain
trying to heal her
with a torchy tale
the practice of no practice a flowing celebration
step by step progression embracing energisation
culminating in timeless time in direct recognition
as we come undone
there’s nothing to be done
for we are with existence one
Please keep your voice down
We don't want to wake up the kids
It's already taken a toll on them
That mum and dad are no more
They don't understand how
They'll live without you coming home
Or without you sitting on your rocking chair
Reading the newspaper with your eyes closed
They'll miss you roar
Cause when you asleep, you snore
And it's that culminating noise
That they know dad's home
They'll miss running to the door
To receive you in their hugs
Or for you to lift them up
And sit on your laps
But know they'll grow knowing you
Cause I can't deny you that
And I'll always treasure their memories of you
I won't let them hate you for leaving us
The PO£T
#NoExcuse
#16Days
#OrangeTheWorld
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,
Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,
Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations seize,
Exultant in notions of love, autumn weaves,
Choreographing dance of falling gold-leaves,
Luring besotted eyes fixating on moonlit skies,
Vying impulses-romantic, fervid moods surmise,
Rhapsodic in elation, aglow in stellar delight,
Hypnotizing minds caressing proffers of night,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
Culminating in sweet rendezvous desires plea
Threading intimate fantasies for you and me.
The lump in my throat compelled me to believe.
that once there was a time of festiveness,
which has now turned into a vicious rhythm.
The unrealized desires are reduced to tears,
where the laughter of childhood turned into subdued smiles.
The severance of your own begetter,
aches just like dry spells in a well-plowed field.
One's good spirits become a cage of gloom for the other.
They thought they were emancipating, but who knew they were culminating in something that hadn't even commenced yet.
Time is not justly counted by increments...
like a pie all crust can have space without filling
it disappoints –
too much wasted by reluctant planning –
few visions of living ever leaving the station of
Excursion – like a dynasty of tempting brochures culminating in
tenure, that far more brave and less credentialed travel faithfully
outright...
Triumph's Reckless Youth vs Pompous Charted Night
such licensed surveyors expose dark by tiny bits called
stars, seeing only seconds, oblivious to stuffed longer
gigantic days' leaps packed into uncharted universes
time shallowly used is soul
and spirit only outside basted,
exterior roast__toast
while the bloody inside
left yearning release,
for its surface~ burning!
when time is too contemplated,
measured, set in plates of orderly
rations – seasoned but only tasted
(a belly denied lumps of glutenous
impulsive passions)
it is a written novel
with no real claims
to glory....
Time then...is only Time
dimly expressing God's timeless
true story
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