The crowded room muffles to a gentle hum, indecipherable against the pounding of my mind. Watching others swiftly glide across the floor making the dance appear so simple, maintaining a steady rhythm and fancy footwork to impress the crowd. A winning performance will achieve accolades galore.
Standing on the sidelines now
Insidious anxieties rise
Deluging senses
Questioning one's own ability
To remember with accuracy and flare
The right steps for this, the Dance of Life
o
torn broken and t s
s e
d
a veil of tears deluging~
yet true friends abide
A marionette to the mind,
Whispering fading schematics,
Deluging the heart and soul, in a
Juxtaposition of good and evil,
Betwixt Heaven and hell, amidst
Snowdrifts that swirl before my eyes, while
Spiritless shadows restlessly carouse;
Discordantly, far from reach,
Vagrantly ambling across
Deadened Arcadias, glimpsing
Floating embers, in wake of
Vivid firestorms, swallowing me whole,
Faltering with every step I take,
Decelerating towards the escape I seek,
As it rhythmically scars my timorous nature,
Awakening the monsters hidden deep within-seeing red-
Bleeding out miasmic toxins, as noxious
Spores erupt, immersed in a haze of austerity,
While it seeps and saturates, throughout
Malignant wounds exposed, undulating between
The storms of push and pull, as daunting
Tasks, of rippling sequences, splits my
Chasmic core.
Soulless footprints are all that remain, as
Moon tides wash ashore, ebbing away
Towards dystopian depths.
When the storm is out
And the rain has stopped
Deluging my drought,
I find my weights dropped
I have been clean washed.
2nd April 2023
A love that lasts never reminds me of my past,
I always knew I wasn’t made of glass
Still, I was so sure that I could never be more;
Then the tears spilled, deluging the floors
Despite this truth, my love for you
still blazes through my bodily core
I feel it on the worst nights when there's a gnawing in my chest
And on my finest days, I still can't forget
The ways you've embraced, me for all that I am
All my pain, all my flaws, and all my sins,
I could never repay you for what you've done
Or for the person, you've helped me become
I promise to love you, even on the cloudiest days
So you can see yourself in all these admirable ways
I know we can make it, don’t lose faith yet
I’ll love you forever until I breathe my last breath
clouds burst with shadowed fear
and i am encompassed in a deluging
rainfall
streaming with intense marvel, i seek
not refuge from the pelting showers
that envelope me in sorrow-
for i deserve to drown in my regret
salt pours down my cheeks-
i am forsaken once again, lost in lonely
memories with inundating emotions of
loss and remorse
i feel not the wet,
all i sense is the desire to be cleansed
and bathed in hope without being
drenched in spiritual apathy
as the rain laments down my arms,
all the way to my wrinkled toes,
i cannot help but remember the loss
of love i endured last week
so here i stand;
body soaked in despair and disarray-
awaiting my heart becoming a myriad
of affection…
once again
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
1.4.20
-luloo
Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.
Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.
Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.
Written...Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard-Contest
Judged Nov.03.2019
Writing Challenge - December -
Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Repost...Dec.03.2019
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.
Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.
Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.
Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
N/A for contest
Find me in the salt of your drifting tears,
deep chameleon waters of time lost-
Deluging and immersing in soaked fears,
while the ebb and flow of life pays the cost.
Second by second your timepiece appears-
Oh, count the years…
...may the current find me.
January 17, 2017
there were endless baubled
babbles in her head,
yet, she spoke nary a word,
scribbled 'pon careful avenues
neath cautious sky cover,
her notions were
silver lined intended
amidst dandelion wishes,
but the waylaid winds
always whisked them away
as insignificant gray clouds
unquestionably appeared
beyond shadow's fair conditions,
whilst torrents smeared
a reigning scrawled disarray,
deluging what was left of
her frigid sunrise passages
Autumn steals the summer months so now in loneliness I shut my doors and grieve,
Rain cleans the dust from a warm summer and as some flowers droop they say goodbye,
With the rain refreshing all, the smell and the perfumed dying plants turn into just sticks,
The air has rested for weeks now awakes and shake trees and my heavy wooden doors.
The shadows grow longer, but the day grows shorter, with a coolness of moisture,
Veils of clouds rush so much faster the showers are short bursts with sharp hail,
Along the sky are trailed clouds, with their gossamer drapery amid intense azure,
The sun rises once more so brilliant for these days, the calmest most impressive beauty.
Time passes, I close and lock my windows and pull back on the great oak shutters,
Then come the rains, long and deluging amid late summer frosts, that damages corn,
And when steady gushing rains, flood the meadows and fill the mead's, all is lost,
Late autumn steals the bright suns, in loneliness I shut out all light and grieve.
Autumn steals the summer months so now in loneliness I shut my doors and grieve,
Rain cleans the dust from a warm summer and as some flowers droop they say goodbye,
With the rain refreshing all, the smell and the perfumed dying plants turn into just sticks,
The air has rested for weeks now awakes and shake trees and my heavy wooden doors.
The shadows grow longer, but the day grows shorter, with a coolness of moisture,
Veils of clouds rush so much faster the showers are short bursts with sharp hail,
Along the sky are trailed clouds, with their gossamer drapery amid intense azure,
The sun rises once more so brilliant for these days, the calmest most impressive beauty.
Time passes, I close and lock my windows and pull back on the great oak shutters,
Then come the rains, long and deluging amid late summer frosts, that damages corn,
And when steady gushing rains, flood the meadows and fill the mead's, all is lost,
Late autumn steals the bright suns, in loneliness I shut out all light and grieve.
Autumn steals the summer months so now in loneliness I shut my doors and grieve,
Rain cleans the dust from a warm summer and as some flowers droop they say goodbye,
With the rain refreshing all, the smell and the perfumed dying plants turn into just sticks,
The air has rested for weeks now awakes and shake trees and my heavy wooden doors.
The shadows grow longer, but the day grows shorter, with a coolness of moisture,
Veils of clouds rush so much faster the showers are short bursts with sharp hail,
Along the sky are trailed clouds, with their gossamer drapery amid intense azure,
The sun rises once more so brilliant for these days, the calmest most impressive beauty.
Time passes, I close and lock my windows and pull back on the great oak shutters,
Then come the rains, long and deluging amid late summer frosts, that damages corn,
And when steady gushing rains, flood the meadows and fill the mead's, all is lost,
Late autumn steals the bright suns, in loneliness I shut out all light and grieve.
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
to far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive of hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which is weeping sap from the leaves.
Feb 2011 Charles Henderson
The maple tree leaf
Sheens of white upon them lay....
Crystalline manna
Grass lying beneath
Sticky to tennis shoe sole....
small sounds as I walk
The diligent bee
gathering, gathering, fast....
Quiets at twilight.
INTERJECTION:
Some would not return to the hive.
Too heavy to fly,
too far to crawl.
I’m sure they will die...
Inspired by a hive or hornets, deluging
a huge maple tree in my back yard,
which was weeping sap from the leaves.
May 24 2010 For Rick's "Haiku You" contest
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