I hope you understand a fact
That nature is indeed too broad
And me, I am too weak to act
But still need to tell it a bit more
Of my sticking to an elite soul
That you and I shared a talk to
In the absence of your hands to hold
Yet, feelings are affluence to brew
I breathed a breeze that you blow
Of the flowers dancing before eyes
Blooming love inside the souls for you
In the name of pursuit, with sighs
Once it placed unreachable in the distal
Not yet is the mind going to be hollow
When I am alone, and sit and dream
When the world I dreamed is missing
Yes! I remember that is a room full of light
But now the light is missing
I can't tell if you're with me
So, please close up the windows
And let the sun come into my room
Through the door you opened
For inside the light of me,
The light that you've met in dark
It's time to say goodbye
Horizons are never distal
Would I must find them alone
Without true light shared with you
I will move over the seas
That's how I cognize the whys
No, they no longer exist
As the time insisted on saying goodby
Only be distal enough from crowded stay
The fresh and sweet of the air can be tasted
And the chirping of birds be appreciated
Also, the dancing butterflies be exquisite
Which of the untouched are full of charms
Such as imagined fairies shown in murals
In the corner of this, being ignored by them
No humans hustle and bustle traced at all
By this point, I've seen the sky was so azure
And the breeze has ever been feeling pure
And the sea was so vibrant and so wide
When my heart could fly so quietly and high
You're on my mind
Alike the flower trees
Blooming in the breeze
And sounding soft breath
Between you and I
The distance is just right
It's neither too distal
For ears to hear
Nor too blurry
For eyes to stare
Galactic Gathering
Cosmic colored creations divinely dance,
With silent notes whimsically whirling
In surreal songs of universal luminescence.
Glowing gems in free flight rhythm,
Spirally synced collective consciousness
Emitting vibrancy in lengths of light through
Cosmic cluster’s blissful birth which
Emanates life force energy to sage souls
In the quiet hours of distal dreams that
Reigns, resonating with heaven’s harmony.
2-23-22
Vibrant blissful stillness Poetry premiere Contest~N/A~
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
In the middle of the night, I can hear your sigh.
Shouting to those who stare outside the azure sky.
Your scent instills to my soul a feeling of calm.
Away from the abyss, reality at the edge of a chasm.
It's approaching from the insights of time; I'm aware.
As the stream of the tide is on, the echo tries to dare.
Who may tenderly persuade me to care tunes?
Who may soothe my soul with peculiar vivid boons?
And protect me with the fulness of his quietness.
Of life span glorious nights to the day's countless.
In a meadow of velvety, wispy willows by the lake.
In the chilling pre-fall breezes, we quiver and shake.
There is no limit to how distal and deep you might cease!
Currently, this still life scene is denuded of the breeze.
From swards, tremors, and wilderness to dull blue height.
The skyline is illuminated by a swarm of merciful light.
A few trees appear to be nuzzling the sky under the gray.
However, none can match the splendor of wood's hooray!
Written: February 10, 2022
At any rate, you're searching for a few omens.
But, the desire of Lord to offer you downpour.
Your heart lacks a stellar object, as well.
Distal, your Lord gives the moon to yours.
Or again, you envy a treasure from destiny?
However, your Lord gives jewels anymore.
Besides, you continued working tirelessly.
If you're grateful, God will grant you before.
Written: November 12, 2021
My broken dreams I buried in depth of dismay
under the distal dust of creeping twilight hour,
as the faces I adored drifted away far
and faded at the obscure edge of empty mind.
The pallet of life I filled with the sunrise sky,
its colors spilled in storm wind as it split apart.
Shards of pale canvas of memory lie decayed
in sepulcher of time while I wait to depart.
May 30, 2019
Contest : Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen : Sepulchered Memories
(Set in iambic hexameter)
Shuddering sounds echoed over the battle front
Smoke rose from the cannon’s barrage of fire
Distal vision blunted from the bursting bombs
Cries of pain drowned out from the wounded brave.
Photos of loved ones pulled out to view and hope
Weaken arms beckoning for rescue
Relentless efforts taken scrimmaging to a safe haven
Visions of the survival emerge in the silhouette dusk.
Wooden ammo crates brought to the front line
The wounded carried back by stretcher bearers
Water ladles dunked in pots to quench the parched
Trenches laden with shells and bloodstained garments.
Facing perils of war, the chosen brave remain in battle
Fighting to protect their loves ones on the home front
Waging in conflict generates a heavy toll
Weighted by the loss of life and healing of those left behind
In my distal conception you shine like a lucent star
whose touch fondles the fret and strings of my guitar.
An image worth painting in oils with my sable brush,
your voice like the recherche love song of a thrush.
You are the faint break of day in dawn's somber skies.
A sanctum of refuge in times of angst and weeping eyes.
My ardent lover, seducing me with each lustful thought.
You are life's pulse beating rhythmically within my heart.
If I am blinded tomorrow, visions of you I shall not lack.
And if I were entrapped in a world of boundless black,
wavering shadows would not fill my heart with fright,
for with you at my side, I would not have need of sight.
No demands would I make, but humbly I would beseech
you to please make me aware that you're within my reach.
You are the assuasive waves that quell my restless soul
and I, a brigantine moored in the shallows of your shoal.
November 12, 2022
2022 Marathon Mile 20 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Unattached through my distal words,
uninhibited by my salacious actions-
I’ve find it fancy to be capricious and free,
and not once has it been a distraction.
Freedom to choose a lewd path,
one with happy-go-lucky friends-
On top of the Eiffel Tower,
where the footloose never ends.
My lovers delight in my libertine behavior,
immoral probably, yet that’s just me-
Deviant in between the sheets,
but, I’m footloose and fancy-free.
Lecherous and vigor in my barren skin,
sensually disturbed wearing a crown-
I’m the queen of lustful demeanor,
the most easy-going woman in town.
I find it fancy to be capricious and free,
only with me you’ll find true ecstasy.
May 20, 2017
"For Fancy-Free Poetry Contest"
Wiggle jiggle giggle
A country band your worth
My naira devalued;
I hired none
But accept my song;
My songs in word like lullaby
.
At night,when soul dies
When stream bubbles;
absent of unseen mind.
You stream like blood
Ode to you
.
To you,my unseen sister
Lurking in soul like ghost
Accept my signal,cometh ye now
In dark and lone, dwell in me
Like Tonto and the ranger
You are distal to Kemosabe
Ode to YOU.
I neither kept her address
nor collected her picture
I neither asked her name
nor presented her a flower…
She came here once upon a time
She was living here alive
She was eating, drinking, loving
and even dancing in the garden
like a perfect human being….
Now she is twinkling in the sky
like a star placed million miles away
Blinking in the distal sky alive
like a naughty girl…..
She did neither tell her name
nor present me a red rose
She did neither give her address
nor give me her photograph…..
She was unknown and unseen
But I can feel her presence
Everywhere yet…..
Moist cocoon, most horrid home
What are these paintings for?
To fill, with glee, a shutters frame?
Or anchor awkward eye?
Those thick black strokes, do they pull upon,
All oceans breaking bread?
Or map out planets, which swivel around
A strolling dullards head?
Infra dig, moist cocoon
I’m burning down this dream
Mongo rides in the silent numbers
Reporters shake with mean
Infra dig, moist cocoon
Tearing postal seem
How we start, is how we end
The distal draft, redeem
she said this air is our common denominater.
he said you smoke to much.
she said the shortest distance between
me and you is a four letter word.
he said you talk to much.
she said it is hard to draw a perfect circle.
he said you shake to much.
she said the trapazium metacarpal distal
is the 3rd bone joint in the pinky finger.
he said you are to bony.
she said bony is also a village in hungary.
he said you travel to much.
she drank her tea and quietly
looked out the window.
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