Written: May 25, 2025, for Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul. Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws" By Rumi
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Night's silky scarf adorns a lunar necklace sign,
Wanting her a ruby silk veil in a tuxedo design?
Translucent limbs disseminate flowers sublime.
I fondle her soft skin at the golden hour's time.
Swept by every idle breeze, as if there to soar,
Borrowing an unending sigh of time, dark core.
A revered but wild kiss, a glazed ember sways,
We will unite and break, dulcet love, swift ways.
Slightly higher down the breathless, winding path
Continue to inhale despite the windy day's wrath.
An aromatic ambrosia moistens deep, secret caves,
As I unzip my soul and bones below dark waves.
To quietly remember her fading, love-struck gaze,
Pouring dew on a beguiling night's enchanted maze.
We like to take credit for all that we do
the curtain calls
the sill prat falls
the once in awhile
a legend guffaws
but there are those tender moments
when battings eyes
and lushes lips
inviting hips
and alluring legs
to venture south
in looloo land
it's what youe expected
... it is a man
but not looking for sex
or that sordid
thing
but looking for an equal
a fellow writer
who's able to
disseminate
the male population
and endless blaze
that fails the water test
wait for it ....
INFRA DIG
The effect of time on sculpture is to patinate
Albeit that such artistic skill may be innate
The age of such treasures whether early or late
May for most, be quite difficult to calculate
Yet still makes focused minds concentrate
Despite empty criticisms that can aggravate
And so much academic fury will accumulate
But still identify a new theory to formulate
Perhaps items from an old German palatinate
Or commissioned by a Far Eastern potentate
When commonly using leeches to exsanguinate
And sheriffs given his orders to disseminate
All this as research findings to communicate
Even with some dispute about the actual date
Most would have their reputations to elevate
Yet shared archaeology claims they can’t separate
Daybreak Words Upon the Morning
David J Walker
Awaiting words
That will burst upon the day
Suffused in first light before the sun
Reveals itself
Notice the clouds clinging
To the sky
Hiding the blinding blend
Of blood red orange suffused in the
Magenta tinge
Of a distant sun
Arising
There are secrets to unravel
As the day begins
There will be sweet breads and
Ripe fruits served on
Spode Blue Italian China
There will be news to disseminate at the table
In a failed effort of Omniscience
There will be moods to moderate in mimicry
There will be appointments to remember and
Then forget in emendation
Words burst upon the morning
as if condemned and then
pardoned
again and again
overnight
Love is tentamount to holy eyes,
For the image of peace shall it devise,
There shall bloom the roses of humanity;
Planted with compassion devoid of vanity.
Leaders with greed eyes throw the swords for power,
See not their hungry and meek country suffer,
With triumph in their mind, victims are left trampled on,
Innocent bloodshed, love and peace are gone.
Some altruistic leaders hear the innocent cries,
Who lend not deaf ears and see not with blind eyes,
Dedicated to satiate the hunger,
Lifting the weak making them stronger.
Love is blind for colours that discriminate,
Merely the tranquillity it does disseminate;
Love and peace sits when no caste, creed, race
Are defined with merciful almighty's grace!
Let's sow the seed of love and peace,
Teach children too, we'll reap the fruit of bliss;
Unleashing the era of peace and love,
Serenity shall embrace akin a dove!
People says 'The sky is Pink'
Yeah! It is; till you blink
Everything is black and
We all are trapped
Crap! You are about to sink.
The world is full of miseries and kinks
Sadness is all around
Everyone is full of wounds
So just stand up and think.
Think!
How these problems can be trimmed
Think!
To disseminate felicity,
just like a mocktail drink.
Be like a fairy for everyone's kink
Don't wait for ur charming prince
Believe that u are not an ordinary being
Then only you will be remembered as
'Queen'
Your 1st
Initial thought that spring's to mind
Your Gut Instinct
Tell's you
In response to your opinion on any given question
Is your Truth
Thinking thereafter
Will only disseminate your Truth
And over a period of said time
Will be turned into a Lie
You then have to remember
If someone should ever
Ask you the same question over again
And you then appear
Not a deliverer of Truth
But just another Convenient
Liar
Fire in my belly
Confidence in my mind
I confront challenges that I tackle daily
In a determined and concerted onslaught to find
Solutions I appreciate
Among several alternatives I explore
To root out hypocrites who ingratiate
Themselves to exploit my generosity more
Than moderation permits
In civilized society
Where a sleight of hand meets
With disapproval where humility
Scores priceless points
When set against a background
Of complex cultures at joints
Where juxtapositions of modernity and tradition abound
In their understanding
Of cohabitation, reflection, reconciliation and restoration
To avoid garrulous grandstanding
In circumstances, settings and scenarios of remonstration and frustration
When a meeting of moderate minds
Accommodating dissenting views
Of credible kinds
Thrives to disseminate among stakeholders cogent cues and critical clues.
I can do obtuse,
Said the rhymer to blank verser,
I can reference classical,
Be Keatish and elitist.
But I would much rather ruminate,
upon the penultimate,
In words that illuminate,
The subject to disseminate.
Having patronized the writer,
whose Verse, is that much lighter,
I would have to say, the Scribbler,
Excelling in Blank metre,
Lends gravitas, to the spoken word,
As acted in the theatre.
Let's not forget, there's room for all,
who love the written word.
Write down the Prose,
The rhyme or verse,
And let it all be shared.
Both Milton and Shakespeare,
did the ultimate with blank,
Because they both had genius,
It is them, we have to thank,
The nursery rhyme has merit,
in engendering in the young,
A love of rhyming couplets,
Especially when, they're sung.
Escaping realities of dimensional virulent voids
Thrown upon abstruse ambivalent planes of existence
Where angels dare to dream; demons disseminate our thoughts
Deception and illusion manifest as pandemonious processions preside
Where gentle souls stroll like marionettes in theatres of tragedy
And the clowns cannot remove their makeup: a permanent frown
Echoes of whispers trapped within the infinite confiscated continuum.
Nov.23.2017
UNSAYABLE
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
A life like this
Truly influential for me to write this
Articulated thought of a musical mind
Dictionary defined, deal disseminate
A sky with no limit, called to innovate
Metaphorically moved, so to resonate
Artful reflectivity, relational domain
Holistically original, critical acclaim
Chances taken before they pass
Grasp and empower – it will all make sense
A find of forever, together we rise
A rock to pass, shoot for the stars
Comprehensive bars set to bridge the divide
Land on common ground, a synthesized sound
A question with an answer, you would be that call
A lyrical league, facets of skill
Dexterous dimension, unequivocal will
The resounding Wright to shine your light
A light that shines, expression – insight
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Turbulent waters have flooded the earth. We watch, we
pray; seemingly helpless as family and friends are swept
away; spewing hate, placing blame, professing truth as
lies and lies as truth.
How far has man fallen when he can no longer disseminate
right from wrong; when rape, murder, pillage of lands
and destruction of values becomes the status quo?
How easily man is led; as sheep to the slaughter without a
fight; to our enemy's delight.
The war for the survival of humanity is in full force. The
enemy is relentless; not allowed to cease; they come to
steal, kill and destroy. Lines are being drawn; each person
deciding to which side they will permanently belong.
SO MANY TEARS
Whose throat is honey to the ear if not you?
Who savour the flavour and aroma of words
If not a beautiful and special young lady
Like the roses of the forest of Nkporo?
Your hands disseminate delight from the
Noisy face of the drums of Nkporo land
But,
So many tears came to my eyes when
You betrayed my love for you in the eve of the day
We strive for the whole truth but mountain
Melted away for the jilted feelings in one
My love wept, my man man the man of my life
I could see the ball rolling and the air duck
Its noise that calamity has befallen me
So many songs were let go on that day
When pains of your departure was inevitable
The shadow of my sorrow beams with smile
That smile invisible to the on lookers
So many tears through the renowned hope but
My unsung reputation in your life was the
Abomination of the day
The earth could have see the craving pity
That my heart encountered that its spinned for help
My soul is littered by the forbidden fashioned lies
Of a maiden whose insight of love was
Always the sound of an unknown tone
Not in my season of song, I could have counted
The peacock and snake in your heart with evil.
The altar of earth;
Is a refrain to iniquity,
the diary to trespasses
transgressing the mission,
Of the lord blessing.
The altar of the earth;
the iniquity came to sin,
and trespasses the saint.
The altar of the earth;
The unclean sit, under the foot
They disseminate uncleaniliness.
The altar of earth;
It an unholy gathering
It meant for the unbeliever
It the sacred heart of
The sinners
Be observant my brother
Make it a holy nation
God bless you!!!
Breathe in soothing beauty
do you see
as i sight
do you hear
as i hark
everything
was beautify
through the window
of the heart
through the vent
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
agony
sadness
disseminate Its smokes
stand closer
and behold
it will soon wave us
with its jewel memories
through the window
of the heart
feel the embrace of
precious moments
leave your honey kisses
sweetest spells
stand closer
and listen
it will soon cantillate
and
bequeath
all the beautiful feeling
that bloom
through the window
of the soul
O...
Stand
Stand closer to the window
And
Breathe in soothing beauty
~(c) Sukmawati Komala~
Jan 2014
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