scrupulous maid
content, playful face
balanced poverty
ultramarine touch
bread baked right
blushing thoughts
rolled up sleeves
neglected arms
damped window
agreeable fate
I saw you
In the tender birth of a summer’s day
Emerge,
Fragile to a new life,
New freedom,
Feast delights of nectar
On the brambled cliffs.
I saw your fluttered dance of courtship
In the gladed woods
Above the Lyn.
Those crowded flights
Of summer’s quiet agitation
Fade one by one
To loneliness.
I saw those wings
That floated in the easy lightness of an August heat
Falter,
Chill-damped
In a late September mist
Above the bouldered shore.
I saw you
Weary of life once precious,
Hesitate along the edge of the western bay,
Your wings dip to the water’s gentle swell.
You rested brief
As though to rise again,
Gave in to weakness frail,
Surrendered to the ancient sea’s embracing wave,
Pale essence of those cycled ways,
I saw you die.
On holiday in North Devon, watching a tortoiseshell butterfly at Bucks’ Mill as it fluttered along the gentle shore.
Scorching Sun in severe Summer brought draught with arid field.
Rainy season followed, when cracked soil about to cry.
Roaring storm and floating clouds rushed and fought.
Appeared showers when Summer is gone.
Loud thunderbolt, gust thrusts, cloud melts, rain showers.
Plants bathe with branches, foliages.
Silky shiny leaves are kissed by rain drops.
Glistening greenery embowers.
Sun not sizzling, raindrops drizzling.
Soil gets moistened, glossy green grass in mass.
Flooded damped ground .
Football played wearing soggy Jersey.
Immersing one leg on muddy marshy land
standing long - necked crane to catch fish.
Rain showers soothe when Summer is gone.
Dry Nature gets blessings to relish.
All around fine freshness sparkle.
New love cheers, excites, entertains.,
confusing amusing muse of lovers.
Refused love blends in tears with ceaseless rains.
One fine day when sun met rain
There was thrill on every grain
Heaven damped the ground with kiss
Earth rejoiced in soulful bliss
The smile of the shining sun
Filled the world with joy and fun
Sun and rain with their glow and chill
Gave the blissful spring a thrill
Wind, rain, sun poetry contest
4th place
To whom it may concern,
For time will surely tell,
I write to my loved ones
To say that I am well.
I scarcely can recall
A time more I content,
Than here amongst my friends
With time more wisely spent.
The rooming here is quaint,
In truth, a little cramped.
Likewise, harsh April rains
Make all my walls feel damped.
The silence, although grave,
Does make for better sleep.
Yet, every passing day
More neighbors moan and weep.
I hope to see you soon,
Perhaps within the year.
For winters cold and stiff
Are awfully lonely here.
Until we meet again,
I wish you all the best.
For my death after all
Is quite the restless test.
Rainy Season
Heat waves not blown,
Sun rays timid.
clouds to cover sky are shown
weather, moist humid
Thunders under grey cloud roaring loud
Rainy season begins. '
Sun not sizzling
Rain drops drizzling
Soil gets wet, green grass in mass.
Flooded damped ground
Foot ball played wearing soggy jersey.
Putting one leg crane stand on muddy marshy land.
Spilled Ink
Spilled Ink
damaged body
damaged goods
in darkness I wait for
the settlement of dreams
for all the world aroundd to
stop with ease
Creeps like songbirds
Prances like spiders in fight
infinite doom holds me
hell bound
Rain damped souls
Rain takes hold
puddles with shadows
cast eerie images
These sheets I lay
I pray caresses this alone
hell bound soul
I think that after all the words are said
there will be nothing left inside the head
except the deadened space of life’s vacuum
smoke from an un-damped fires ash filled plume.
The muse in full restraints is led away
Its once enlightened fingers led astray
unguided as they drift on whimsy’s wont
a parched and broken wordless dried up fount.
And yet within the darkness of such dread
a longing for the words is slowly bred
seeps into the stones of crumbling wealth
enters the vacant minds with muse-like stealth.
For words must have their moment, must be said
to honor those who found their voice and led.
John G. Lawless
©12/4/2022
sunset was peeping
when your sweet kiss damped my cheek ~
as you closed your eyes
November 13, 2022
You sing the songs they have sung
You wear the suits they have worn
You follow the signs they have changed
You cheer the victories they have won
You love the lovers they have damped
You drown where they now float
Up the polished ceiling above my bed
In my bedroom resting for a while,
A camouflaged lizard crawls his webbed feet
With dead silence in his spider tongue
Hunting a fly nearby in languorous mood
So unconscious of to-be catastrophe
Bony spine of mine chills enough
To freeze my whole body like an ice
For the certainty of yet another calamities
Befalling on my quiet turbid heart
At any moments of my present life.
My desire to rest for a while with
My frightened and horror-stricken mind
Strives to take up its clothes of fright and horror
As if torched with mother of bomb
Runs naked towards the camera lens
With my screams frozen in frame
That unknowingly and unconsciously adheres
To the severe fading wall of my bedroom.
That portrait of mine destined to hide its reality
Sinks in time warped depth of ocean
Damped with futuristic dirt and dust
Wailing a digger to reveal the quintessence of
An embryonic present matured to rare earth
Out of an ovary of pregnant futurity.
*
The frogs have laid their spawn.
Those little jelly blobs looking very good to eat,
like caviar or canape, extravagant, a treat.
They lie close by the waterfall damped by its spits and spots,
those hundred little jelly blobs, those black eye'd jelly dots.
The frogs had gone for years until the pond was built again.
Now with filtered flowing waters mixing oxygen to rain ,
and weedy bits and pieces helping fish to hide from cats,
and lillies in their basket with their shady floating caps.
I sit here on this sunny day and listen to the tune
that water's babble plays to cool a heated afternoon.
Will those tadpole birthing blobs inside their dome cocoons
coincide our breaking out from home's confining rooms?
Please may that be, oh may that be, and may that be quite soon.
eerie aura augmented
felon feature fermented
cremating callous contractions
drooling drips punctured
hoity relief reeled
vying voluptuous acme
tainted tongue trained'n
decking damped trail
fostered feelings feign
porous pulchritude birthed
crisp conception pivoted
mystic smirk aided
syntactic silhouette seeped'n
seductive syllables' creed.
'20:03:30:19:45
Note: Dedicated to a dickhead I cherish: Oreoluwa.
lout tout clout
pout mouth shout
draped zeal drooled
pruning punctured pool
hoity hankers hoisted
callous crescendos clothed
eerie passion pulsed
gaunt gifts gulped
tempestuous tongue touched
mystic rhythm moaning
busted, blitzkrieg cloning
muffled maladies glowing
dark dribbles damped
taunted thrills trashed.
'20:03:27:17:09
Note: Dedicated to Adeyemi Joshua.
wet wits bruised
gaunt gifts glued
callous crest cruised
vying voluptuous views
dark dances drool
punctured praises puked
wanky wastes wielded
damped dribbles processed
pulpy pills possessed
sassy syllables etched'n
tactic trail, tensed
hanker hoisted, rent
fallible fate fostered
dripping damped clusters.
'20:03:17:15:01
Note: Dedicated to Aesop.
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