They move through the maze,
Papers wavering like
thin-skinned truth,
Each signature a quiet uprising
Against the slow- grinding
Manuel Materials
That call themselves order.
Their voices catch on procedural
irritants
Cracked syllables lagged
Across desks,
Needs folded into Manila envelopes
That wander office to office
Like pilgrims pleading for
Charity.
Red tape coils around them-
A serpent made of statues,
A ribbon intertwined from regulations,
A binding charm diffuse by
Hands
That promise representation
But deliver hesitation.
Paper pushers sit behind the
Writing desks,
Shuffling lives like loose
Documents,
Moving stacks instead of
Solutions,
Measuring urgency in forms
And stamps,
Instead of human obligations
Still they push forward,
Bearing the bulk of civic expectations,
That drag of political formality,
The discomfort of being heard
Only after being processed.
And in the end,
Their persistence becomes revelation-
Proof that even disordered
Systems
Cannot silence a people
Who declines to be filed away.
Our love must never have a sunset,
Become cold as the sun in this sea.
Thus, hold tender vows without regret.
Dearly contemplating word and deed,
Heading along the bridal marquee.
Cadre of witnesses stands agreed.
Borrowed scarf erases mirthful sobs.
My elder's poor brooch fastened loosely.
Blue garter buckles, groom later lobs.
Launching fresh bouquets of baby's breath,
Superstition ignites fantasy.
Unbridled guests wrestle unto death.
Their hearts strive from unsettled desire.
When seeking love's prize, wisely tarry,
Arm steady flames, diffuse reckless fire.
When hues of grey in disarray
Splash and spray hefty shades astray,
Diffuse the sun ray of the day,
Divert happy pursuits away…
One can’t but ponder in dismay -
Is a dark destiny at play?!
Hey, shades of grey aren’t long to stay,
The light palettes of bright outweigh.
Might sound like a passé cliche,
But hope dies last - or so they say.
iris diffuse
colour irrelevant
silver slivers radialize
as dark emotions pass
light cadences
kaleidoscope
eyes remain core's mirrors
refracts every rainbow facet
ascending prisms delight
iris is bridge
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Third Placement: Standard
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
June 26
Quote: "May, queen of blossoms, and fulfilling flowers, what pretty music shall we charm the hours?"
- Lord Edward Thurlow
The jazzy arched blossoms with vibrant hues
Bouquet boutiques and the scent they diffuse
The terrain seems as an embroidered piece
God's stretched hanky as the Eden of peace
Nonchalant vibes of nature's musicians
Organize a dais for auditions
The carolling tunes make it a dreamland
All become a part of this music band
The redolence and the trills in full swing
Forging May stellar as the heart of spring
Place: 2nd
Irony has no place here; let true meaning stand,
Unmasked from deceit, that twists what should be known;
For truth is dimmed, when caressed by a shaky hand,
Hearts are dulled, when slow speaking in undertone.
We’ve learned to laugh to soften our doubt,
To hedge each word to lessen what's too plain;
This cleverness has worn our candor out,
Leaving us fluent in deceit, shame and disdain.
Now is the moment to speak plainly, completely—
Letting the twists unravel, before they're played.
With power serves made adroitly, sweetly and neatly—
To break the ingrained game our irony has made.
For to say upfront, what we mean, demands we refuse
to diffuse, bemuse, confuse, what we risk to lose.
The sour with the sweet makes a good palate,
Aroma with the breeze has a dreamy fill great;
Odd with the even sounds might make a muse
While scattered colours in order, often do fuse
Thus forming the whole out of shards lost apart
And diffuse well on the cryptic imagination chart
All goodness may go ignored with full timidity
As aversion lets down the innate noble quiddity ;
Unless foiled by a vice that lends a salty contrast
Stangely,things warped are liked crazily too fast;
And a faultyoddity in an unfeigned just act or fact
Is often savoured and passed on with rich impact
Sheer, pristine things manifest though,are queried
And a dubious,sham,masked present is unparried
A flaw makes the good sufferer, to heights swell
While a virtue in an evil one casts no such spell
The domain of percepts is a mingled motley set
Perhaps picking the sorted and the lost ones yet
“The now we live, the to-morrow we scan,
The present we touch, the future we plan,
The seeds we sow today, in sturdy soil
Will sprout to-morrow from our shining toil.” By author,
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The day`s orb is smiling in golden bright,
A moment held with a clear open heart;
Let us inhale fresh air to cleanse our lungs,
Listen to sparrows` sweet songs on lush trees.
The wings of time fly fast and do not wait,
They slide, immutable beyond the space,
Let woeful worries from the past depart,
Let`s embrace the now before it`s too late.
Let us cuddle the present with our will,
Diffuse words and deeds of kindness around
As tomorrow, playground of charlatans,
We may not sight the sun shining again.
If we are at distressed crossroads of life,
If apple of our eyes has quitted us,
Let the morning sun instil in us strength
To make a new start now, not tomorrow.
Yesterday is the shrine of history,
Today is a present of the divine,
Tomorrow is shrouded in mystery,
Let`s make the best of the now, when sun shines.
diffuse
adaptations
discovered
pleasures
vital
full
precise
yet
simple
&symbolic
vague
allegory
tantamount
to
the opaque
instead
of
exact
equivalents
excel
in
objective
intrigue
aesthetic
visual
&verbals
verify
expectations
exceeding
superficial
mosaics
of
perception
both
instantaneous
&
simultaneously
fused
in
eternal
creativity
I'm scary summer visit once a year
with fierce countenance I always appear
Dry up all sources by sucking water
Day by day shoot up hotter and hotter
My infant days warm, cosy, and cheerful
when days pass by, I turn into fearful
My aura haunts even after sunsets
And the suffocative weather upsets
Burst opening the charcoal doors of night
Emerge with the gleam of chandelier light
Like a vicious dragon, I diffuse fire
None dares to encounter my severe ire
My scorching and charring hot weather chokes,
Squeezes, suffocates and perspires the folks
End to end whipping waves sprawled and enclosed
Everywhere stringent curfew terms imposed
Panicked birds stop singing and hide in trees
Tired cattle stay in shades of trees and wheeze
People gulp to quench their enormous thirst
Scared veterans shut up indoors coerced
Light and simple cotton clothes people drape
Lemons and melons to beat and escape
offering a fun they gather at pools
Enjoying ice-creams children bunk their schools
Place : 1 st
"In a nascent world of life, a poetic soul forces in cool sea waves that ebb and flow,
the infinity of breadth." Quote by poet
Breath and vastness of the briny deep blue,
hidden universe on the ocean floor.
The largest and deepest of Earth's
five oceanic divisions.
It snuggles west of the Americas,
a world of profound mystery.
She tightly wraps her brine around
an extensive ocean basin,
a kaleidoscope of sea life, from plant-eaters
to meat-eaters, both great and small,
and a maternal, indulgent mother.
The ocean's rich mosaic floor
is constantly self-shifting, moving, and shaping.
For some marine ecosystems, a mere
dawdling pace is crucial for survival.
The temperature of the water drops.
Susurrus in the deep, in quietude
upon the feel of the poised wind against the waves.
The sounds and sunlight shower with a soft,
diffuse glow, leaving no trace in the deep.
Dissolving in Ecstasy
I take leave
facing Awareness alert
showing flowery way Homewards
diffuse rainbows riding fast
a whispering shoreline
blood becomes water
bones skin nails hair lips
Spirit sailing soars
I lived a full life of laughter
all praise to God’s Great Love
weep not for me
now or evermore !
~~~~~~~~~~~
Against the muffled voice of night
Fluffy fogs rise to diffuse lights.
Bitter soul ravaged my angst
Dwindling my life’s grit…cold, numb
‘Till flicks of street lamp glistened
Strength clears ghastly fog.
Lythe
Salvations droplets
My Elder Sisters Coven
Craven images devout plights
Nestled as high
Illusive runts
"I want you to diffuse
Christ's ******** Kevin"
Stain them
I am so inflamed a blizzard is falling,
every toxin taken in I’ve been stalling.
Ice rains as magma plows the ground,
a lethal storm arrives without a sound.
Laying the land to waste in an instant,
it is best to let a disaster stay dormant.
There’s nothing to grasp once it is loose,
you touched off a catastrophic fuse.
Weather you could never prepare for,
should have thought about that before.
With fury next to impossible to diffuse,
be careful the words that you choose.
This pattern of rage is not intermittent,
it will do what it does never quite spent.
Frozen daggers wield a temper unbound
such icy eyes a Cat 6 is now crowned.
Uncontrolled smite is now overflowing
devastation is all that is left standing.
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