When life from the stars comes a calling,
Be suave and genteel, not appalling.
One's first words should be:
'Would you like some tea?'
With diction correct, and no drawling.
DEPTHS OF SANITY
65
The creature crawls in front of me From the darkest depths of sanity His silence takes her by surprise The creature breaths his mouth is dry
Numbing fingers claw the ground Creature creeping all around From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
A girl whos love for me is true Brings prophecies She listens to the words I say And lies so far so far away
Speaking scriptures that of love His eyes so blue as skies above Look into these eyes of blue She bleeds, she mates, shes there for you From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Her voice, her look, her seductive ways Drawling creature from his caves The creature walks he shakes the ground Sensing beauty all around She writes, she shouts, she goes in sane Creature crawling through her vein
Love for creature not for me The darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
To mix the two together only brings gray. Battling persona. Never on cue.
For one’s never certain, which facade debuts.
Dark finely feathered, filled with lustful charades
Hides behind a notion of monogamous filled days
Graceful creature. Godly vision in feather white
Drawling towards her a suitor. Virtuous, her guise.
Black swan cannot resist, as she struggles for breath.
White swan now removed
In his arms, they shall rest.
Ignited with such passion. Inhibitions retreat
Allow this lover. Entrance
White swans unaware of this inevitable defeat.
Dark swan found a mate, who’s passions surpass
Coupled forever. Forever at last
A step on a lonely road
With heavy burden and load
Dragging miserable soul
To emptiness with no goal
Drawling when not walking
Silence is the only talking
A price to pay
For something I did say
7/4/2005
Soft snowflakes falling, winter comes calling,
Wind shakes the pine trees, snowman's time to freeze,
Birdsong's enthralling, cardinal's drawling;
Lamppost lights the way, houses silent stay,
Cold nights, brumal breeze plus minus degrees,
The snowman can't play, the red bird feels grey;
Silence rules the scene, white covers all green,
Wintry winds do tease the bright bird's chemise,
The snowman's seen smiling like Mr. Bean.
Picture #3
A cloudy blanket sheaths the peaks,
Wrapped in blue, they look enthralling,
Emerald trees behold the sight!
Milky river of mist like creeks
flows overhead this scene sprawling,
What a magical view and bright!
Here is found peace that this heart seeks,
When the morning sun is crawling
high to spread its radiant light!
In wispy whispers, their glow speaks,
Green, white and azure's soft drawling
arouses sheer joy and delight!
A myriad thoughts stirred within,
God alone can such landscapes spin!
1st June 2023
Image #1
Trilonnet poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
This drawling, heinous war is sapping the soldiers’ strength.
I perceive of which high above the battlefield.
These rivers, fresh, indispensable rivers, flow red with hate and blood.
And your words, saying that it will soon end, are sarcastic words that you do not mean.
For I plead that it will soon end, yet you offer no consolation.
In their eyes I see it. It is not too easy to kill, a glimmer of hope that they will not commit this deadly act.
And yet they do, slaughtering mercilessly, until they reach the threshold of the enemy base.
I see it all, and realize that all their hidden phobias have come true, and this bloodshed will never end.
All day long the clouds lay hanging
thick and gloomy in the sky.
Night approached. The wind was restless;
it gave out a ghostly cry.
Eerie lights blinked in the darkness,
shadows dancing in between.
It was chilly, thunder drawling.
What a night for Halloween!
Costume clad, excited children
knocked on granny’s welcome door,
but the lady did not answer.
She lay lifeless on the floor!
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A Halloween Fright Contest
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Placed 1st
Is it her calling?
I was just drawling
pictures of my feelings.
All these killers and retards
we should be healing,
Insted we are keeping
them from the world.
Tis it was the greatest story ever told
until our memories were sold.
Help us, lord
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
are the words.
Listen,
I'm speaking to the nation
about a lost generation,
built off of freedom and innovation,
that was sweeping the nation
during the emancipation proclamation.
THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
“They vanished in thin air”
“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
“I know no butterfly kisses”
Yes! They told me like this:
I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels
Drawling how irresistible My fragrance is,
Realizing not I am being carried away to permanent bunk,
Not reasoning. My reasons are these beautiful sterling waggish wings.
These are severe hands and clubs against flesh,
Designers tyre; attires to pregnant bellies.
This was illusion to knack and knackers.
“please give me a paper and the pen so
I can write about My life of sin”
Dear Lillies :
These butterfly kisses ain’t loyal.
By: Nosipho Madywabe
Pen Name: Nosipho bleeding ink
Am I from thine amity pleas'd,
So tell thou how in me eris'd
Of Joy the sorrow and the dawn,
Of Beauty mistery and frown:
'Tis sung in here the sighing sail,
The waves,the sea- forsake!
Will ever rest the Foaming tail?
Or come to border- the heart's bleeding lake.
Dost not I strum the lyre vain,
Through One It comes, It tends,
Dost not in rapture nor in pain
Immortal peace will stand.
I
Is innocent the sight, art pure the eyes,
Whose light the son inheart to mother;
For she feels beating while he cries,
Her warm shall heal, her arm won't cover.
II
No more those lights will ray, while growing,
The sun of their believing will be snowing:
Eternity be leaving, exil'd The passions hoar,
To live whilst it is streaming, To Glory birth from sore.
III
For every way I drop as fallen,
Found I nor blame or bless,
Thus itself was kiss'd the burden:
Could whose hear this ail- confess?
IV
Those sorrow's voices trembling loud,
For drawling mouth them never frame'd:
Their hollow rouses, diming fraud,
Why may thy stem abroad, asham'd?
V
From mine a source may raise:
Inspiring ye be all my prize.
Wintry night, the clouds were churning
While the lightning lit the sky
The old house it shook and trembled
As the howling wind went by.
I put out the waning candle
Total darkness all around
It felt cold, in bed I snuggled
Heard the thunder’s drawling sound.
It took ages till I drifted
Into rough and restless sleep
When at once I felt me falling
Down a tunnel deep and steep.
Chilly hands wrapped tight around me
Felt the breathing of a ghost;
In a daze it tugged and led me
To the open ragged coast.
Had no strength or will to struggle
The cold water dragged me down
Uncontrolled the helpless feeling
Of a man about to drown.
Then I woke all of a sudden
And I saw the dawning light
Found myself all wet and sweaty
From the dream I had that night.
So relieved! I felt elated.
What an ugly fright I’d had.
Then I looked and saw beside me
Soaking seaweed on the bed!!
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23rd October 2014
Contest: Ghosts Stories
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th
One against many
A peace campaigner,
Anti war protester,
Brian Haw U.K. Cristian
Dedicated to his beliefs,
His rectitude a mirror,
People of opposition
How could ever bear,
The One against many !
Blue plaque erected,
His death marks an end
To a historic enterprise,
As we attend the funeral
Assemble to pay tribute
And celebrate peace,
Fighting till last breath,
The One against many !
Symbol of free speech,
An ancient mariner,
An eccentric dash,
A loner with a
Glittering eye,
Drawling 'B-liar' slogans,
Opposite to gate of
Commons he shouts,
The One against many!
Cigarettes his only vice,
And lung cancer
Never could undo,
His determination,
Could not be suppressed,
Smoking till
his last breath,
The One against many !
August 24th, 2014
For contest 'One against many' by Joe Maverick
Ranked 6th
is there an end to the hurting
to all the crying
is the end near
maby if i shout the can hear
the tortured cries
that escape when my body dies
i can feel my life drawling to and end
and i turn the last bend
things start to slowly fade
as do my heart beets begin to fade
it is close to the end for me
the end is finally near
they could not hear
my crying
and my screaming
Bring here, bring here
Bring your heart
Come to me
I’ve lived in dusty pain
I’ve absorbed dirty lies
Just like what I’ve been taught and trained
Then,
Why are you still kicking?
Me, just trembling
Why you are yelling?
I was just drawling
Am I not good enough for you?
You’re the one I always go to
Should I bleed to tell you I love you
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