framing of window
with external quietude
bright sound and verbose
figment of interloper
who discloses fancied facts
Greedy vine spirals smother monoliths
Spider fern moss, fairy forest vertical
Soaks in secrets, promise admonished
Water trawled crevice, creek cervical
Church canopy arch angel honours
Wing finger cool fires praise prancing
Laser selects sections, bark polished
Licked by flitting demure madonnas
Eight afore taped to trees keen tropical
Each fresh capes the chapel innocent
Suckers strung hearts hung over tendrils
Hundred year hardness rots, wet spent
Mighty trunk rips open room charcoal
Doorway discloses disaster clandestine
Bluebeard’s bride wives winding sparkle
Shon hopeful on nymph number nine
3rd of July
Daintree Dancing
The Long Desires
When I was a teen,
I loved ballet...
Going to bed with a radio
Under my pillow, listening
To symphonies, imagining pas de deux;
And when I danced my steps
For real, even pirouetting
Down long store aisles, I’d think,
“I will dance ‘til I die.”
But, now I am too old to star a ballet.
I draw. I paint. I write. I desire. I
Ponder, “What do I long to do
‘Til I die?”
A short search of my heart
Discloses a knowing: I would
Plunge into Creativity itself,
Meaning God,
Then ride a swirl of Joy
To nurture circumstances of Love,
In his service.
I shall make songs of tumbleweeds,
Of recollections of all missed embraces...
An unending flight
Upon a speckled wren.
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(c)sally Young-Eslinger 3/2020
Thanks be to God
The Harvest of Roses
by Michael R. Burch
I have not come for the harvest of roses—
the poets' mad visions,
their railing at rhyme ...
for I have discerned what their writing discloses:
weak words wanting meaning,
beat torsioning time.
Nor have I come for the reaping of gossamer—
images weak,
too forced not to fail;
gathered by poets who worship their luster,
they shimmer, impendent,
resplendently pale.
Originally published by The Raintown Review
Examining the measure of my calamity
I grow resentful and I inflict pain
Seeking to surrender all that possesses me
I lash out at the innocent which discloses my shame
I reach out
The intensities of my suffering I shelve out
Because my quantity is so immense
I become incoherent
Chaos is my universal place
My ferociousness becomes timid
Eternity my expected release date
Society has snatched me by the choker
My community flames an uproar
Makes me want to cry…. Makes me want to holler
What are we fighting for!?
Each morning I rise to the same ole tune
The classic sound
Of the lowdown blues
I have not delivered my hopes or my dreams
My objectives along with my ambitions have went from flares to flickers
To face another tomorrow makes me quiver
I am distressed about authenticating my history
Cry me a river!
Sitting on a rustic chair
Under a dim green light
Discloses behind a wood puppet
Truths concealed with lies
Sweet sounds of every day enriching the life
Empty dark lucky enough into your lights
Life looks in the mirror at its crimson strife
Feeling within how the stars getting bright
As I walk in the garden looking for your window
Curious to collect the crystals from your braid
Towards a home in pomegranate that I know
Unable if I am to make it, I’ll lose the cool shade
An amazing struggle between two colored sparks
Lovely corridors into the world of your red roses
In the lightning and laughter that defy the dark
Zeal absolute for the shaft of light that discloses
An arrival at self designed patterns of joy in love
The words aplenty to speak in a voice of poetry
Intensely waiting inside the golden trophy cup
Of tomorrow, your pleasant trellises look at me
Nice construction and deconstruction, this life
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11/11/2016
Self Actualization Double Acrostic
Sponsor: San Woo 11/11/2016
Life discloses a dream bag,
For souls who start to sag,
A world of global goals,
With hi-tech shadows,
History was made immutable,
Our futures to shape, variable,
Our personal aims,
For Earth's long term gains,
Lighten up, souls that sag,
Life will bring your own dream bag!
Strolling through the yard of a nest
Stirs my mind with a thrust
The dusk mourns in quest
For the mercy which fades in west.
Stepping in to the lounge of cheers
Discloses my heart with tears
Their eyes bury the pain
That hunts with a sense of vain.
Diffusing in to their lives
Drives my wonder to the hives
Of the helpless human souls
Who forgot to taste their goals.
Drifting the priority of man
Sets those eyes in ban
Those sighs haunt my ears
That foresees the loss of their dears.
Lacking the lustre in an age
Leaves those lives in the cage
An age that deserves dignity
With a heart engraved of pity.
Pouring a wave of love
Blows their fancy like a dove
Those moments are the best
In this quaint world of lust.
Seeking with a quench of thirst
Revives them with a burst
That floods across the shore
Over the speckles beneath the shore.
Departing from their lap
Rests my life with a gap
This is the wound that never heals
That sails along with the wheels.
there has been so much i have missed,
but i am touching it now
these new experiences are like the sensitive nipples
of my dreams
when i touch her, she shows me more
when i fondle her, she lets me dig deeper
when i explore her, she discloses the master key to her freedom
i look beyond the limits now, and i love every angle of her beauty
it feels like magic in the air and the wand is the bliss of the internal activity
the nucleus of it all though is her and her magic crystal presentation
the main ingredient of it all though is her and her magic crystal conversation
new colors reveal themselves through her and her rather unique interpretations on things
every silver lining has a touch of grey....with hidden secrets as to why
it is that in which i question and motivates my curiosity for more
there has been so much i have missed, however when my time on this earth is done,
i will be eternally blessed for what i have had the chance to see....
Every heart is a part of light,
Every soul is alive.
Heart discloses for the first sight,
Soul shows us a true smile.
Thoughts, feelings and emotions-
Our guides in world’s cobweb,
Every day we do some options
And sometimes we tame some crab.
Every moment of life has his own charm,
Even if we make some mistakes,
Because we have enough time
To correct our days.
Our life is like a wind,
Which has a magical force
And it disappears in a moment,
We won’t find him, of course.
Our life is like a candle
With bright attracting fire.
She likes us to dandle
And sometimes she throws us in destructive fire.
She is like a morning fresh rose:
Gentle, fragrant, exciting.
But we dare to suppose
She can be prickly and biting.
And she is like a cloudy sky.
It forces all to admire:
Her majestic, infinite, shy,
Her strong and unfading power.
Darling Afghan grandmother, your weary hands narrates a somber tale
Your bowed head discloses your day by day yearning ail
You have masked your happiness deep under your time-honored veil
Oblivious-- that your offspring’s will follow your footprints-- and abide by this wretched
trail.
Anosha Zereh
A pant-less lady
liked to go places
she was rather bawdy
and liked to loosen her laces
she was spied by a grandee
he pulled up his braces
then gave her lots of brandy
alas he could not undo his breeches
A pant-less lady
liked to go places
one has to admit she is barmy
as her wares she discloses
Love is simple,love is plain.
Will love ever come again?
Life is joy and life is woe.
Through its pains all humans go.
Love enlightens and discloses
Thoughts as sweet as summer roses.
Take me back to Northern hills
Where my fraught soul with honey's filled.
All I want is to be there,
With you ,my love,now grown so dear.
Oh,love is kind and love is rare.
We'll not discover better fare.
Feed me with such love again,
And I shall be a most blessed one
Baby the moments with you
Is the moments of passion and joy.
You have already captured
a piece of my heart,
And captivated my soul.
You are in all that I do
The one who holds me,
The warmth inside my heart.
The caress of your hand sends
Shivers down my spine.
I feel your breath
Heat penetrating my skin
Like a hard summer rain.
The abundance of your
Beauty greets me,
When I look deep in your eyes
I see heaven there inside.
I can't explain, I just feel it,
These things and so many more.
Never will I forget,
How you always cheer me up.
Loving you gives me hope,
A whisper sweet discloses
The magic that I feel.
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Thank you for reading.
Chitta
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