Ductile Poems

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Desultory winds

chimera in throes of doubt

effusive, disconsolate

-clanging in hills stout-

Ductile mind bends sound.

virtuoso of the void—

sweet, zoetic, browned

Trapped Breath

Written: August 07, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney

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Corset of steel tightens—ratified pain,  
Vestigial breath trapped in ischemia thrall.  
The ductile hope failed to placate  
This Pyrrhic ache, this woebegone gall.

A sojourn in the squalor of soul,  
Where sylphlike dreams maunder, downcast.  
Ogle the embers of the miraculous nexus—  
A seraphic visage lost, quickly.

Vivacious once, now virile with woe, 
Panacea tastes of pabulum, slipshod, and cold.  
Tinkling memories coruscate as zeugma—  
Bright, yet untoward, they never hold.

Quixotic penchant for connection,
Grasping too late the nebula beneath.  
What puissance is this—this throe, this tumult—  
When tulle-wrapped love meets a gyre of grief?

Ululation beneath pavonine skies, 
Adumbrate every glance, every sigh.  
Crimson weave keeps a skirt in place,
Valuable, stained, adorned, and slain.

The Sly Spider

"Cheating and trapping others are malicious. One must never try to cheat, if he/she wishes not to be cheated"  ~ By Poet


At the GATE of a viscous net,
The sly spider waited alert. 
A fly flitting closer on SHADOW wings,
Was caught in the dewy JEWEL studded strings.
When about to be wound round in ductile rings,
The fly with a cursing MUTTER made a fling,
And flew to freedom on filmy wings!

Lost Love

Ductile banks are eroded by swelling stream, 
on the surging water the dislodged soils ride,
unsure if they’d disappear in sea with dream,
or would create a new land somewhere with pride.
Lost love the broken heart can’t ever redeem,
on upwelled tears the distraught emotions glide,
unsure if they would get lost in soul opaque, 
or would build a new heart that won’t again break.

This Love

The itch to love 
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self

Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic

This love, 
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets 
And supernovas
Must rest.

Bewitching Night

The dispersed dark specks drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness,
that the sky shapes at the edge of the ductile dusk,
since the beginning of the titular time. 

The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of hazy horizon,
like the rinsed rainbow melting on the crumbled cloud,
from where the draping darkness flows with fluid night. 

The sound of silence echoes in the night sky ethereally,
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle bright
in the bejeweled crown of the argentine ambiance,
where the moonbeam strands weave dream of you for me.

In the stardust sprinkled bewitching night I wait fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel,
walk in the craving corridor of my mesmerized mind,
as I let my longing drift in the air of night’s amorous allure.

A Spider and a Fly

At the centre of a viscous net
The sly spider waited alert
A fly flitted closer on buzzing wings
Was caught in the labyrinthine strings
Alas, wound round in ductile rings

The World, God And Love

World
One
And all
Blessed and kind
Nature and souls bind
Clings, remain soft but not fragile
In God's hands, no strong marbles clutches the ground ductile
No boulders can silence the caves' echoes in the Cordillera of man's gifted lands
Seas and oceans combined, grounds drifting like blind, storms and clouds may rage over sands but floods cannot capsize arks of men as God and Love prevails.

Chucky And I

"Peek-a-boo," Chucky said to me
Seek and hide, we played
Meek was I when I hid
Leek I smelled as Chucky swayed.

Agile Chucky prowled inside the house
Fragile was I when I shrugged
Tactile is he whenever he talks to me
Ductile was the glass floors when Chucky got mad and thugged.

Gold

Gold
metal
so precious
yellow color
it's praised by many
used to make jewelry
both malleable and ductile
conducts electricity well
was once used to mint coins for money
it's traded on exchanges and high-priced

All Quiet On the Frontal Lobes

All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes

A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.

Night's Allure

The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that the sky started to shape at the edge of ductile dusk
since beginning of time when its primal time was created.

The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of the hazy horizon
like the timed rainbow melting upon the skyline clouds,
from where the satin darkness flows with the fluid night. 

Sonorous sound of silence echoing in night sky ethereally
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle bright
on the bejeweled crown the amorous ambiance adorns,
as the moonbeam strands weave dream of you for me.

Each stardust sprinkled night I wait awake fervently
for you to emerge out of my dream like an angel
and walk through the craving corridor of my mind,
as I let my thoughts drift in the air of night’s allure. 

Written : August 10, 2019
May 15, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice D

Our World

Amniotic emerging 
Language judged based on merit
Tragedies on Earth occurring
Very few are those caring
People with messianic spirits 
Goals in the messuage 
Faith only brings untidy even though God is hearing
Human's we're loosing
Cheaper metal to conduct electricity 
Opaque, fusible, ductile, lustrous
More respect for the cities
Love is damaged and had enough
We need matamerism is a brighter sense
Behavior acting to pretend
Lucifer was the metaphor
Now we're shutting doors
God is who we ignore

Wayde's Road To Rio

The road to Rio ran his every day
Aerobic fitness was his daily way
The lactic acid ate his muscle mass,
but soon the aching pains began to pass 

The win reward a fine line to the tape
He fought the fight to get into best shape 
He made his time to take him to the start, 
to peak his strength and win the race an art

Just five circles his only dream tattoo, 
or maybe under forty three will do
A gold the prize for him, a life reward 
it looked so easy, Wayde’s new world record 

He lived the dream a life in golden hope,
but ductile gold a sweet success tightrope 


-A tribute to Wayde van Niekerk’s new world record in the 400m almost breaking 43 s yesterday. The record was held by Michael Johnson and was 16 years old-

Deception

The Deception

Temporarily we drove through the night
cocooned in its interior nothing could 
touch  us here where asphalt and tyres made
ductile, harmonious music. We drove past 
many villages half submerged by the night,
yet spoke of peace, work is done, time to
rest and let nature take care, and let dogs too
given the right to bark at the pale moon. 
 
A car overtakes blaring horn and laud music,
Peace is shattered as shards of glass falling off
a towering building shaken in the fatal clutches
of an earthquake. Illusory life is, our hold is as
puny as a baby´s grip on his mother´s thumb or 
frail as an old man´s grasp on his walking stick.

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