As my brain leaks
divulging what it shouldn’t
forgetting what it couldn’t
afford to speak
I feel like a tree lost its sap
somewhere up in Vermont
a victim of reverse détente
hardening, zapped …
O, once I was glib as a goose
my tongue a bow set tight
my wit an arrow, slicing left and right
deadly executioner with a noose
All’s now a faded memory
tombstone poetry in the cemetery
Would you like to increase your IQ by 10 digits?
Stop chewing your fingernails.
A writer must write on the sea,
as the catalyst sails.
Each stranger and a day
makes a difference.
The salt at its peak, speaks
to me, not exactly divulging
what it had to say; the cold spray
for days and days, in darkness too.
All aboard; only at ports disembarking,
but not until your up to your knees
in entertainment and steak, lobster,
fruit and fries.
Luggage still on the deck, why bother,
closeting your wardrobe -
so much to do; look under the curtain;
find your inkwell and get at it,
but not until it’s time to go to bed
after the chocolate fountain.
Is there any DNA identification leeway?
Can a savvy forensic scientist fake the results?
Can their opinion and bias overrule guilt and innocence?
Do they sometimes work on a relative’s case....
without divulging their relationship?
Questions which will probably never be answered.
Scary, isn’t it?
Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex
One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex
Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks
A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks
Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs
Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex
Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs
The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex
Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”
Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!
Will there any problem
If you listen with ears.
Many sins came stalking
From the root of pride.
Keeping secret when talking
Is the first step to divulging.
Never leave someone on the street
With problem, you'll left someone crying.
The best way to cope fear is
Keep your eyes closed first before reacting.
Have people sense your presence first
Before smiling everyone with your first step.
Translation is a fine art
wreaks havoc with volition
Errors of commission
divulging those of omission
~ Entry in 'Bite Size 94' contest ~
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Date: November 30, 2024
In autumn's reign, vales of verdure turn gold,
Fallen leaves tell the tale of life's revise,
Brown branches lie bare; trees are brave and bold,
Resilient dryads, keening to surmise.
The frost-kissed morns, a gentle wake-up call,
Reveal the strength in nature's cyclic change.
Upon strange winds, we find the lesson's thrall:
Adaptation, in every rearrange.
Harvest plenilune rising in the night,
Illuminating paths of sage return,
Through this bright arc, we see the world aright,
Each fall divulging, lessons yet to learn.
Attune your attent to autumn's dressed stage,
Unveil the gilt crown, of wisdom of age.
Golden rays filter through rustling red leaves
Oscillating fall colors to rhythms of evening
Amid sounds exotic as animals roam freely
Deep into wilderness, where rare birds sing,
Where trees groove merrily to musical winds,
Whirling, weaving motifs of autumnal glee;
While leisurely they stroll, exulting playfully,
Exchanging stolen looks of notions romantic,
Divulging, without words, secret love-missives
Lying dormant, yet simmering for some time,
Virgin passions strumming enamored minds
Revealing now openly, fervent beats of life.
“Oh! how I wish” she says, “to live in a cabin,
lingering timelessly, savoring realm pristine,
of blazing autumn prairies, burbling streams,
wandering to spring reveling your company;”
As moonlit vibes sparkle, love in bashful eyes,
Rejoicing first-ever kiss, blissful in paradise.
January 3, 2023
Placed 7th: Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing.
Based on quote 7 above.
under the glint of moonlight
by the sea in the veil of solitude
can it be we're more in tune
to the quiet murmur of our soul
can we better hear the whisper
of its longing and desire
divulging its deep dark secret
its most profound and fondest wish
under the solitude of moonlight
do we dare listen so intently
as to expose the hidden meaning
that would have us chasing our soul's dream
AP: 3rd place 2023, 3rd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022
POTD December 26, 2022
Submitted on December 24, 2022 for contest OUR SOUL'S WISH LIST sponsored by UNSEEKING SEEKER - RANKED 1ST
‘Your wish is my command’
he said it just as any woman in love
might want to hear
He said it like he was evening some score
somehow leveling the playing field
but said like he might really mean it some day
He said it like he was divulging some deep secret
that might otherwise never see the light of day
yet here was one step closer to a goal or destination
He said it loud and deliberate
so I could not misinterpret
or pretend I did not hear
‘Your wish is my command’, he said
so I’d know that somewhere below the surface
he meant it to some degree
I knew he liked the gallantry of it
and might even want it be true
so I took the gift as it drifted onto shore
Lone and castaway, a care package of sorts
I didn’t know what I might do with it
but I gathered it under my wing and
offered it a home within my heart
AP: 3rd place 2022
I know something of betrayal-
how lies can be white or hide in the silence;
a kind smile that glides over violence-
rifle to scope to dilated iris.
The left hand that beguiles
and the tight right fist
Denial of the dawn, sunlight from the mist.
I’ve seen eyes try to hold mine
but waver.
What is it to decipher a smile
that refuses to be labeled?
Mired and incapable.
Tired.
Replaceable.
A void inside bends the mind
and makes it feel unstable-
A too taught wire
Or a fire, insatiable.
This is not a test.
If you should choose to salvage what’s left,
uncurve your spine from rest.
Breathe one breath
(deep, two seconds)
and seek three ribs down, then left.
Crack open your chest.
Wet smooth muscle
pulsing,
daily
divulging
time,
always lamenting,
always despondent,
infinitely bereft.
This isn’t the part that’s best.
This isn’t all that’s left.
You’re more than tissue,
algorithm,
breath?
You’re made of this
and made of what’s left.
Ars vivendi ars moriendi est.
holding back
showing restraint
juggling calculated risks
his every pause
more revealing than
discourse or soliloquy
his every whisper
from depths within
divulging wrinkled corners
every show don’t tell
more touching than the last
suggestive and persuasive
every ounce measured
delicate in formula
where precision is an art
every half truth
a confession between the lines
unhinged by eloquence
every goodbye
harder than the last
in salacious undertones
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~CITYLIGHTS~ 2021
AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 25, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1059) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Psychic mind, unlike a clairvoyant who often misreads,
Intelligent-- more intuitive kind-- than quantum theory,
Surprising to anyone who underestimates a dreamer
Creatively interpreting life, often an abstract painting,
Emotionally brush-stroked on meaningful soul-fabric,
Sensitively divulging sage-wisdom in tacit vocabulary.
March 31, 2021
Placed 1st: A Brian Strand July 3 Contest
Placed 3rd: Star sign premium poetry contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
Soft silken petals
Tenderly unfold
Divulging little;
Yet, blazing red blush,
Beauty to behold,
Exudes scent of love.
March 19, 2021
Placed 1st: Tableau - 6 lines poetry contest
Five syllables per line
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