Like a Smith and Wesson:
Weaponry,
What comes shooting out,
Every word of me:
Endowed with a round,
Butt, and balcony,
She harkens to hotness:
Her Summer eave,
Is a chocolate, dipped, dark as
A forest green,
Canopy –
How Long a wait will my weak feet endure?
For many years On your snub I still wail.
Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure;
Your Elegance I still cannot but hail.
Your words Often fail to convey passion,
Your heart Remains closed off to compassion,
Since you Heave out too little in response,
Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce.
With Time, you confound me more with your love,
Though Elusive, it descends from above.
"My poem is a hidden acrostic, Sponsored by: Crystol Woods. That's who its for.
I wonder how I will score." Quote by the poet.
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The day is ending.Traveling done, no more roaming.
On the threshold 0f change, spirited emotions intensify,
Dusk and sunset, when They meet, it’s the gloaming.
As ominous silver streaks Weave across a sun soaked sky,
I settle to watch, Inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night, Like a regal bestowment.
Lights Instantly shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant Glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby Hue.
Detailing an exquisite True crimson etched in view.
September falls within the best of times.
Elections nearing, campaigns underway;
Predictions, weather-wise for cooler climes.
Thus teachers, teens and toddlers break from play
Ere education calls their minds to grind.
Men have endorsed re-naming Labor Day;
But that’s September’s summons of a kind
Enlight’ning us of work that must go on
Regardless of what holiday we find.
Fall features color when the green is gone
And orange, yellow, red and brown have blessed.
Load up those fruits and walnuts and pecans;
Leave acorns for the squirrels building nests.
September brings to time its very best.
'Neath a banner wrought in darkness,
After eave has fallen nigh,
The chosen moment harkens,
To the insect's lullaby;
The cars abide in flight,
Like when clouds amount the sky;
I've imbibed the type of night:
A stillness whispered into sigh –
The squirrels' desire emphatic
To airbnb in the attic
Means a landlord may leave
Hors d'ouevres in the eave
That make their guests aromatic
The soul is craftsmanship, a complex filigree,
One moment it dances in laughter, and the next, no reaction spree.
It's the secretive goldsmith of emotions we weave day by day,
With wings of thoughts, while the tiniest feelings can make the balance sway.
Upon us, the eave of the sky sometimes heavily lies,
And yet, we resist, with a shield of will, under the stars and fogs that rise.
I fear, I do not possess this strength, I’m framed elsewhere,
My fluctuations are an ocean, with extreme waves, harsh and without spare.
My temperament battles with sensitivity in a vast sea,
A fight not at all easy, for the soul, it's nearly a calamity.
It's deeply etched in my essence, as fate has inscribed,
And perhaps it empowers me, to shape into words all that I've imbibed.
Protect me, humor, from too much honesty,
You are my shield daily, my safety strategy.
But empty would my universe be, if poetry had none to hear,
Without friends to share verse, life would be just a silent theater, drear.
Standing atop a blade of grass
Closing in toward the edge
Beard balancing a dangling ass
As it looms over the edge
Danger heeds below the passers by
Unknowing underneath the eave
A lightly plop from just up high
A souvenir before they leave
Vendors and markets as summer booms
Quirks and perks of a grass topped roof
The strife and life of the goats of Coombs
In the clackety clack of a mischevous hoof
F-riendly warfare unexpectedly break
R-eally from best friends to enemies
I- diotic and unnecessary drama
E-vil finger touch the lips of friends
N-o bad mouthing and hate speech
D- istraction and quarrels should cease
L-eave bad friends in peace and quietly
Y- ou better mind your own life
W-hen stop being close friends
A- void childish behavior of pull them down
R-eveal no secrets to gain sympathy
F-riendship can break at any given time
A-ccuse not past friends whatsoever
R-ubbish not their achievements in life
E-njoy your freedom to break from toxic friendship
The Cardinal, who loved a Rose
appeared to woo her one spring morn
but came too near a hidden thorn,
so eager she should hear his prose
He lit to sing but quick arose,
blood slick upon the wing he'd torn
She may as well have pierced his heart,
yet being a tenacious bird,
the Cardinal was not deterred
from love of his fierce counterpart
Though still he bled, he did impart
his song and once the Rose had heard,
he flew, unsteady, to the eave
lay down his head and took his leave
HEARTBREAKS:
Drowning in grief,
The ocean that tears beloveds apart.
Where promises are stolen from the eave,
By the thief who cometh busily from afar.
And it feels the end was without beginning,
Whiles the beginning ends without perceiving.
The hurt then shrinks the heart,
Causing its cells to fall flat.
The eyes throws away the beauties.
The mouth brings out the mysteries.
Disappointment then cancels the journey,
In a way seeming so funny.
Whereby love birds deserts crony.
And the disappointed individual's road becomes lonely.
Snow melting, icicles dripping from the eave
Hint that winter’s frigid air may soon leave,
Replaced by warm breezes from the south
In swampy bayous return the cottonmouth.
When mulberry buds are ready to burst
Buttercups turn upward like they thirst,
My lawn will glow with sweet dandelions
In nature the colors change like chameleons,
Spring flowers present as a lovely bouquet
While the hibernating animals come to play.
The meadowland beckons me for a stroll
And a newness of spirit refreshes my soul.
written January 19, 2022
submitted to "A STRAND" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Sigh! Breathe in and out, eyes closed, heart beating,
Uttering forth prayers, fists clenched, candles burning
Making of my room, an altar on its own, and I, a
Mere white witch, seeking and yearning for sooth for the world's
Offspring, all drowning in the oceans of Earth, cornered,
Not even able to lift up their own bodies towards safety!
In my mind, words heaved, powerful and mighty in the
Night, silent and pulsating, submissively making the light
Green for my angel to sit and hear of what I have to say!
May it be that life be as rosy as it is in your own realm
Yes, may it be that children laugh from their hearts
And adults be willing to give out their hands to their peers,
Needing nothing more than warmth in their hearts and
Gurgling clear streams in their souls, yes, angel, may
Earth and her children heal, may the gloom and the doom
Leave, once and for all, so that life, even temporary, be a bliss!
For Contest A Forms
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date Written: 11 Dec 2021
A,wake my beauty, raise your single sail
L,et's leave the comfort of your harbor
L,eave behind your worries as well
O,verboard lies the sea of dreams
W,here time can stand forever still
Y,ou say that time has escaped you
O,n route to finding yourself
U,nder a blanket of misery
R,etaining the pain as well
S,ecure your right for passage
O,n the sea that never ends
U,nder your velvet blanket
L,ies the key to the door within
I,nhale the loving aroma
T,hat enchant the dreamer's realm
S,o don't fall victim to the dreamer's hell
F,ind the love you had as a child
R,ewind those forgotten years
E,vade the pain of misery
E,mbrace your life With cheer
D,own the sea of dreams
O,n a boat made from hope's loving grasp
M,emory of your voyage will always be that
R.K.H
10/13/2021
(A)fter a cheer-full day full of smiles,
my nights crave for warmth of the moon,
my soul feels incomplete sometimes,
my heart looks for you in that soothing tune.
(L)eave me on my own I scream!
but my silences asks to search your clone.
I know you will never text me back,
but my eyes still, constantly stare at phone.
(O)f-course, I am happy on my own.
my heart weepingly lied.
I pretend I don’t need you,
but trust me my soul’s dying for you inside.
(N)othing feels good, nothing feels right,
my silent screams are saying your name aloud,
I want your support, I want your love
I want you to be the silver lining
of this imperfect cloud.
(E)very single emotion is burning in me,
those flames need you, to calm.
my mind already knows you will never come.
but my heart still wants you in my arms.
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