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Fruitcake—a relic
of old kitchens
and
winter hands.
Each bite carries
memories
of my forgotten aunts,
their sugar-dusted aprons,
and their
pertinacious love
wrapped in
parchment paper.
Stubbornly sweet,
and dense.
Cut a thin slice,
let it dissolve
slowly
on your
tongue.
Time becomes edible.
snow d
u
s
t
e
d
hilltops
d a z z l i n g wintertime display ~
moonlit wander/
l
u
s
t
cursive letters pale
fade into weathered parchment—
they were stories once.
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
Endless expansions, endless contractions.
Inhaling the future, exhaling the past.
The heart expands-the heart contracts.
No beginning nor ending to anything.
Cycles re-cycling are the same.
One creator, one destroyer.
Infinite freedoms-infinite chains.
Choices marbled with destiny.
Heaven and hell, a marriage of seeds
Life is a sweeping brushstroke.
A soul-dusted entity.
Love is in the soul dust of the universe.
It's been years since I went back home
Years since I celebrated Christmas with loved ones
Cause I was miles away in a new land
Making a way onto this new path I was on
I left home without looking back
I left everything, at least all that I had
To start fresh in a land so far from the reality I'd known
I was walking into a dream, or so it seemed
Cause all the things we cry for in our land
Are things that are working for others out there
Systems that we are yet to build in our land
Are systems that here have already worked
I came, made something of myself
I had to give up a lot to get here
I can't say I have any regrets
But I've sure missed out on family
It's been many years since I was home
Came back to the old graves of all my loved ones
Came to people who don't know me,
For many had already died
My house was seemingly still there
What was once a place for many
Now a shell of itself, lying in the dust
The very home rotting like its owners
The PO£T
All the dust upon our rolled up sleeves
makes us kids seem dirty and in desperate need.
I don’t know about you but I’m pretty damn clean.
This dust you sneeze on is just a part of me.
Wipe it off if you must
But my heart still beats covered in that star dust.
If you think I’m dirty, if you think I’m marred,
I’ll be the first to admit, I am rather scarred.
But that isn’t ugly and that isn’t rare,
Us star dusted kids often seem bare,
of inhibitions and nonsensical rules.
Too bad that makes you view us as fools.
You can wipe me clean and bathe my body in your tub of purity.
But honey, I ain’t no fool, scared or confused,
I’m just a star dusted girl whose soul’s a little bruised.
Little black books- blooming everywhere.
From shining sea islands to Belair mansions.
To white house lattice and cathedral bastions.
Little black books- blooming everywhere.
Many pawns are sacrificed; many pawns are pared/
but the queens, bishops, and kings are always spared.
Little black books... blooming- blooming everywhere.
Little black books with time-dusted secrets.
Magically disappear.
Those dozing particles
of thisies and thats
that nomad
within that pierce
unstopped sun
but for the blinds line
dusted in rainbows
making music into poems
his faerie muse dances
Most days you ooze cockiness from your chest
but I've a feeling that during dark times
you pray to that somebody or something...
That somebody or something
that's creating at the speed of light.
The same speed that our souls travel at.
When shot out of this life and into the next.
This belief didn't come from tea leaves or tarot cards.
It came from my star-dusted gut.
We will all meet the universe maker someday.
In the near future, at the entrance to an ancient star gate.
Oh, she had the lines
the pedigree
an aura of authenticity
shrouded in a symmetrical succulence
undulating and ululating curves
beckoning, beguiling, begging
for a glance, a whisper, a wink
deep almond eyes peering
into the souls of seekers
withering self reliant resistance
challenging the challengers
her sinewy sensuality
wafting across the moon’s blush
a figure cast in shadow
across snow dusted lust
©11/18/2018
contest – Sexy Poetry Contest
sponsor – Lewis Raynes
Miles went the season of love,
When trees shed leaves to bless the grounds
And the birds chirped to hail the dawns
Happy was the cry of folks.
Passed the days with draughts to follow
Rose the demon that fired a curse
Dawns covered under the dusts of hate
Cried for the thunders to bless their fate.
Breezes now warm with heats of cash
And demon taking over the city of Gods
Pleaded the puppets to the creator,
Who was sleeping the dreams of merry.
Woke up the creator by the puppets' prayers
And dropped a tear, when he saw everything turned dark
Ordering the thunders to pour the rains of love
Walked off the creator with a sword towards the demon.
Burst out the clouds, pouring drops of love
And came the creator riding on a chariot of hope,
Then took over the demon to clear the skies
The dawns arrived and the season was love again.
He wonders
at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air
stirring the breeze of his being
heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden
amidst stargazer’s pink whispers
and he wishes
that his jonquil heart
be quenched by her sweet drink -
as he longs to sip sun-ripened nectar
from the calla of her wild plum dreams
Susan Ashley
July 4, 2018
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Any Poem You Want To Write 180 Words Or Less
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
~ Ninth Place ~
Contest: Premiere No. 160
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Poet's notes:
* the Jonquil flower represents desire, especially, the reciprocation of one's feelings of desire and love back in return*
*the Calla Lily represents magnificent feminine beauty and delicacy*
*the Wild Plum represents feminine youthfulness. Also, it represents sweet anticipation of the promise of romance one has waited for*
An ordinary stone
Who can know
Moving from season to season
Not so very slow
Forced to undesired
Positions
But perseveres
A stone with hope
Who can care about something
So small
Who can know
A stone that
Relays on challenges
After stricken
Waits for the next
To be moved about
On the grounds
Of the earth
On the surface
To the kickers direction
Adventures corners of the earth
Uses problems as opportunity
To climb to the utmost peak
Dreaming to reach water
And peel off the dust
So appears the gold
So someone can know
It's potential
To bringing joy
And riches
To
forget
those bygones,
done and dusted,
lost,forgiven and now forever gone.
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