Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
"My poem is a hidden acrostic, Sponsored by: Crystol Woods. That's who its for.
I wonder how I will score." Quote by the poet.
_______________________________________________________________
The day is ending.Traveling done, no more roaming.
On the threshold 0f change, spirited emotions intensify,
Dusk and sunset, when They meet, it’s the gloaming.
As ominous silver streaks Weave across a sun soaked sky,
I settle to watch, Inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night, Like a regal bestowment.
Lights Instantly shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant Glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby Hue.
Detailing an exquisite True crimson etched in view.
I read a book with sharp words
Piercing deep into the muscles of the heart
Unraveling life's secrets
Detailing beyond this realm
Narrating the past with caution
Illuminating what's within the breast
Putting doubt to rest
Separating truth from the grasp of falsehood
Then I recited the book
The eyes turned watery
The reasoning humbled
From the harmony that comes from within
A true source of solace
Balancing the call to fear and hope
The Sun will rise
a high command,
God’s firm detailing --
Moon will carry-on
then night,
a borrower of light;
up-close we have
our planet near star
imagine worlds each
distant gleaming…
trillions of eyes
attempting to look-in
while our own eyes
far away dreaming
how to be
while i am offer out of your tongue
spoken past
today no cast
mold in the dye
laughter and decaying denile
locked in a single soaring, owner
prevailing gumption
detailing winded engine
haunts of limber war
hauling the desert core
i seek and ask of neither bother
nor trolling auctioneers limbs
in a midst, a twist and astair
the flickered movement of fingers
detailing contours on canvas
a portrait advancing
into night's unhurried strokes--
moist cleavage gathers all tints
untamed by this artist's brush.
The contests started slowly
all in appreciation of Glenn Hughes
Only a few would enter
using inspired words so eloquently
But in due time the Glenn Hughes contests
caught on fire
and everyone was scrambling to enter
The contests filled up so quickly
I as judge had to breathe deeply
to concentrate
It came a time I didn’t have to remind people…
“Remember, we all love Glenn”
And then came the blogs
detailing the excitement of the chase
But people would cry
if they didn’t get first place
as the trophy was designated
for only the best Glenn Hughes inspired poem
Now if you have gotten this far in the poem
you may be asking yourself
What the heck did I just read?!?
You read Love for Glenn
The Voice of Rock
and about the poems and contests that support him
So without further ado
if you haven’t already
find a Glenn Hughes song that inspires you
and enter the latest contest
YouTube awaits you and maybe just maybe
Glenn will be watching
PENCILISTA Leonardo verrochia
graphite
glorified
silhouettes
in precise
elaboration
meticulous
detailing
of angles
cross hatched
conceptions
of
spatial cognito
sharing
stippled
tones
Silence covers
stormy seas churning within.
When all could be expelled,
sudden burst of raw emotion,
revealing every painful scar,
there's silence.
Looking into the sunset
seeking solace from the shade,
murky waters detailing problems unsettled,
Silence crosses the rift.
Deep oceans in my eyes
never cross their boundaries.
I refuse to cry.
Pressure mounts against my walls,
levies of fortitude,
misunderstandings of the truths,
judgements of the unknown.
What lies behind close doors
hidden deep by pretense.
Never do I crumble because
silence guards my lips.
Thus will be the end result.
I will look into the sunset
resolved from my affliction.
When everything could have collapsed,
fallen apart inside me,
silence prevailed.
Chanté Walker
January 17, 2024
The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming.
Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath extinguishing it to create the dark night haze.
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming.
Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath extinguishing it to create the dark night haze.
"A bit of fragrance clings to the hand that gives flowers"
...Chinese Proverb
Told simply, in the special Chinese way,
Yet, its meaning not simplistic but bold
A message to follow within each day
of giving and the gift we will still hold.
Rather than volumes detailing each care,
with test results spilling off of each page,
a humble reminder that when we share
each heart will feel joy beyond any gauge.
February 4, 2023
for "Proverbial Poetry Contest"
by Margarita Lillico
DEDICATIONS
complex
patterns
a
dedicated
resource
to
provide
insight
&creative vision
ever-shifting
in
literary
convention
expedient
discourse
made manifest
in
an
open ended
speculation
of
meditativeof
thought
a
substantive
unity
of
ineffablea
truths
preserved
in
an
elaborate
detailing
mores
steeped
by
fracta
raggedness
interrupts
this
itinerary
with
an
improvised
response
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
All around campus there are these little black balls, like hanging
alien eggs. Glossy, obsidian bubbles concealing cameras that
record time-stamped, audio and hi-def video.
Could this surveillance footage ever be sent to parents?
*Imagining letters sent to parents about campus/dorm surveillance*
Dear Mr & Mrs Vionet, we have observed countless kisses,
disheveled morning walks and late night visits which indicate
that your daughter is a scandalous little wh0re. We just wanted you
to know, in case you want to know more. As campus security it’s part
of our business to keep a full, digital record, detailing her sluttines$s.
Your friends in campus security.
P.S.
Would you care to donate to the University endowment fund?
His eyes tired with endless sights
Against web's background whites,
Heavied by seas of tips and dots;
All spun and cast by lifeless bots.
His ears deaf to loudest bangs
Listen still to thundering gangs,
Detailing zillion wares of worth;
All distinguished by fiscal math.
His lamed limbs yet peregranate
Between countless errands' bait,
Each more vital than the previous;
Fettered by cords fizzling devious.
His breath and total being all sore
Last collapse under fatiguing woe,
Every ghoulish groan more piteous
Than doom's under-soil enclosures.
And sigh not for he has lived.
Pen eulogistic elegy trimmed
With nifty poets' finest tropes,
On one who nursed tall hopes.
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