as bliss pulsations elate
our three eyes triangulate
head ovoid hums in stillness
ushering sense of wellness
spine a seamless band of steel
flame of light we clearly feel
crown the receptor of grace
God holds us in close embrace
Alacrity, bestows the sorrowful or does mirth elate the callow and fair the damsel is distressed but love is oft fair, fairly gamed and sore about the heart, the festival of anxiety is artless until we part, so like amiable laughter this next of crooning despair a yolk of sullen glee like vampiric sunken lairs.
There are things you see in dreams,
now, perhaps on smart screen streams,
curated by a Google or a Groc
and follow like the others in your flock
that you believe are real and sensed
And you are told to be against
while mommy drives you to your class
does everything, but wipes your ass.
But I am here to tell you this.
All this will end with your first kiss.
The wind will brush your hair.
You will elate and then despair,
and everything you see, or touch
will seem intense, too much;
sunrise will make you cry,
sunsets will make you want to die,
you will hunger, yet not eat.
The ground will never touch your feet.
tall trees will whisper secret tales
mountains drop their secret veils
flowers surrender secret bouquets
and you will count the hours, days
until, maybe, perhaps, by chance
The two of you exchange a glance.
Written: December 6, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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Oh, Nero, spearhead of the wicked fate,
With insane fire, you lit the Roman gate,
Your lyre produced a wild, melodic grate,
Your greed is burning on your twisted trait,
As the power bursts with your wicked hate,
Flames rise, and all that is left will abate,
In the gloom, a flare of faith on the slate,
A phoenix will rise from dust, may elate,
And Rome shall breathe again, fresh and ornate.
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Atop a grassy hill I sit,
gazing at the rich azure blue sky
watching a few birds fluttering in and out of my vision,
slicing through the air like knives.
I lie there for what feels like an eternity,
wind turbine turning in calculated motion
out of the corner of my eye.
My rucksack ties me to the ground,
filled with a thousand weights,
preventing me from being like those birds,
majestic, elate and carefree.
But I can imagine.
The innocent silky clouds transform and bend,
producing a multitude of bizarre objects,
an army commanded by the wind
sauntering across the horizon.
A world with no end, limited only by mortal minds,
a mini-universe floating just above our heads.
We are the creators of this fictional world,
where human though unfurls.
I see an emerald dragon,
a group of chariot wagons, their horses galloping.
A circus filled with the most exotic animals,
an ivy snake laced with diamonds,
a canoe slicing through the sky.
A gnarly oak,
its trunk encased, fingers reaching infinitely high.
But each world is different for every one of us,
so tell me; what do you see
when you let your imagination
break free?
One day I'll open up the door,
And you will step inside once more.
"I've waited long, please understand!"
Like thunder in a clear sky's hand.
Prepared for anything, I'd be,
With open arms to welcome thee.
I'd hold you close, my heart elate,
And finally, I'd know true fate.
I'll wait for you, though sense seems lost,
Your pure soul my mind engrossed.
I know, within your gentle snare,
I’m under a spell beyond compare.
Deep into this trance I dive,
As if under anesthesia, I thrive.
Your phantom face with me does roam,
A tenant in my mind’s own home.
When one day, in the morning light,
I see your eyes shining bright,
From joy I’d freeze, so mesmerized,
At zero distance, so surprised.
I have no inspiration
No love or no hate
Just some dedication
To take you on a date
My mind has been clouding
It's all a debate
It's got all It's doubting
It just has to wait
I'll find my dream girl
We'll go out to skate
We'll dance and we'll twirl
It'll be our first date
I'll wash all the dishes
I'll wash every plate
I'll use all my wishes
For you to elate
I will call unto God
To ask him our fate
I know He will nod
And say you're my mate
bliss beats elate
unabated
negate not love
What may we say that will translate
bliss beats within that do elate
our presence without any cause,
dancing within childlike heart chaste?
All’s enabled when our heart thaws,
in resonation with God’s laws,
whence magnetism begins to rise,
which puts ego cravings on pause.
In timeless time, our ego dies
and in staid silence, our soul flies,
breath by breath, invoking God’s grace,
mindful of toroidal heart’s sighs.
Thoughts are slow, easy is life’s pace,
for we’ve exited the rat race,
since God Himself takes care of us,
there remain no puzzles to lace.
Written: January 17, 2024
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love
me
my shade
winged angel
wrap me with your wings
bear me to hide in your white shroud
save me from the evil imps in the fierce inferno
jocular melodies fascinate me and elate me into a lengthy journey
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On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
Come to live in Kent
A lovely place to be.
Close to the continent.
Next the lovely sea.
The garden of England
growing houses fast.
Come to see what's planned,
while the stocks last.
Houses on the down ridge
what a lovely view.
Not for the average,
only for the few.
Live next a reservoir?
Where's the water gone?
But here's our saviour,
bottled waters on.
Travel easy everywhere
on congested roads.
enjoy a slow journey. Beware
those heavy loads.
To the coast, enjoy a swim
in the brown smelly sea.
Only fools would jump right in.
Consequences not foresee.
Woods and fields all gone.
Sanitised in parks.
Streams no longer flow along,
now underground in the dark.
Come visit us before too late.
See our beauteous countryside.
Your senses still it will elate.
Soon downhill we will slide.
Ted Pries August 2022
When someone feels alone, forlorn
Like the world has left them to mourn
The charming joys, the wonders born
Rousing a gentle fate
Inspired by gifts from hearts so pure
Lovely dreams, feelings who endure
The broken, worries so demure
Gentle that cannot wait
Struggles to go that extra mile
For the beauty of a sweet smile
Comforting spirits all the while
With kindness to elate
I would harken back to passions of realm sublime
As melodies of beloved past endearingly chime
Appealing to yesteryears when love was in prime;
If only I could endeavor to journey back in time.
Strolling with you in springs of blooming meadows
We will greet paradise, euphoric thoughts renew,
Indulgent in amorous music heartbeats compose;
If only I could decode secrets, musings of souls coo.
There would be no laments, no recollections irate,
Nary a hint of grief, clenching strife would berate,
For heavenly bliss in your domain will forever elate;
If only I could manage to alter the course of fate.
I will restage how dear-Venus inflamed our mood
As astral orchestra strummed twinkling stellar tune
While courting your fervor waltzing stars wooed;
If only I could succeed to entice the doting moon.
I remember your smile, lauding blushing twilight,
Enamored in lyrics of hearts, fervent verses recite,
O, those moonlit desires would rekindle tonight;
If only I could seduce, reveries of romantic night.
April 16, 2023
This or That, Vol 17 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Daffodils
By Michelle Morris
27/07/2020
Daffodils delightfully sway in the cool breeze,
Looking like glorious rows of cheerfulness.
They herald the springtime in England,
And elate the nation with their blessings.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
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