Written: February 26, 2024
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Our slumber, a rock falling swiftly overnight,
Embalms serene, steady air that breathes.
It shapes our days as a harbor of zeal bright,
From choppy seas as ethereal rage seethes.
Encrusted jewels beneath its surface gleam,
Emerald caskets clasped in diaphanous silk.
Here, flaws relent as wealth raises self-esteem,
Adorned with pearl crowns and gems of pink.
A skull below the silt, bulging from the bed,
Bleach-white sockets gaze at vacant space.
Deep-buried creatures intertwine instead,
With live death as bones, they now embrace.
As deep slumber shifts the waves of time,
Wishes were all that revealed the sublime.
Categories:
embalms, appreciation, dream, sleep,
Form: Sonnet
my mind does not understand
when you are sending me feelings
through the mill of the mind
no matter how loud that would be,
wouldn't focus the world
twenty four hours of bookmarks
left in the orphanage of my veins
just realise,
blue saw by the God
gives birth to the utopian therapy
whole world
waits for incoming sender
feel the green full of algae
with each step
makes way to the sea of dreams.
Your formidable intention
cure my eyes
excites with Saturday night lyrics
those revelations
embalms your body as a bouquet of basil
blue and green leaves my soul
barely discover the blind lines
an imaginary window
alter out the silver of the deer fur
through the gloomy thicket of winter
after all time
won't be another chance for:
I LOVE YOU.
Categories:
embalms, allusion, art, birth, confidence,
Form: Free verse
I don’t recognize myself;
this is not uncommon,
but he seems to me like a pale root
dragged-up to be exposed to sooty clouds;
one raw and unearthed by quarrying shadows.
A grainy tinge shades vacant eyes.
In the distance, tenement towers -
grey tusks in a monochrome sky.
A callus of light embalms a sallow horizon,
revealing just enough of the child
to spook the dead.
Categories:
embalms, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Come from the East, they tracked a star and gave a king their gold.
Then leaving by another way, warned in a dream, foretold.
Another sought him - Rachel weeps; she will not be consoled.
Then frankincense for a high priest, to consecrate the child.
Grain offering: the bread of life was beaten, scorned, reviled.
Propitiation for God's wrath, that we might reconcile.
Last, myrrh, a precious fragrant oil for healing, it was said.
With nard, his feet washed with her tears and hairs atop her head.
When mixed with wine, a bitter gall; with herbs, embalms the dead.
There's naught else mentioned of these men, but this we know is true:
The Magi recognized the signs, and further followed through.
So seek this child; you don't need gifts ~ in truth, He just wants you.
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for the Writing Challenge - Write a Christmas Poem Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance La France
11/27/2022
Categories:
embalms, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
Hundred million K' away neighbour, Mars
Hovers bolognese smeared brother, ice brick
Fondness for possibles although bizarre
Intoxicate screw loose hair brained psychic
Frog skin glint silk soak, last page of atlas
Frigid rift in regolith terracotta
Ancient alien sustaining chalice
Embalms escargot creatures exotic
Savant submerged in claiming lake, limbs grey
Gnawed on by hordes of sword fish ravenous
Haunting waters, explorer credere
Stores files in his spongy tissue camera
Angora cotton ball goats, horns antennas
Munch dust, dull marbles watch earth untether
Still the twentieth of October
Extra terrestrial Thursday
Categories:
embalms, animal, baptism, character, crazy,
Form: Sonnet
Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical
In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
Stirring fate, bleeding tea leaves bewilder
Leather gil quiver, loaded to the brim
Goddess mink Milda, silk coat cylinder
Poison spore auburn myrrh lassoo arrows
Immune audine preened, unwitting Otto
Seduced by sadist, dart sought embargo
Incapacitated poderoso
Discharged firearm, struck futile, fratenised
Love liege embalms gun powder, satisfied
Ninth February
Hijacked by
Milda Audine
Categories:
embalms, analogy, animal, baptism, drink,
Form: Sonnet
FRAGMENTS 10
As if each verse makes good sense
This tacit bluff and sly masquerade
Embalms even lifeless still life
Beyond canvas or poignant picture
As a living mantra chant echoes
Or else implodes in eternity
Beyond the shifting echoes
That rise and fall and rise again
In these enchanted sand dunes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 October 2019
Singapore
Categories:
embalms, change,
Form: Free verse
THE SMIDGET PUGGILY AND HER PRETTISOME GURU --
Prettisome Guru engages in mystical arts;
Smoke is where my her energies lie;
As the negativity embalms me;
All fears inhibits me;
Embrace me paper, copper, gold, and iron;
Placed all in a cast iron burner, cast irons onto flames;
Burns ambers of evil rains;
Spiritual cleansing or blessing;
Ceremony practiced by--
Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru;
3/8/19
3rd Place Win placement in Contest
For The Smidget Puggily and Her Prettisome Guru Poetry
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
embalms, analogy, appreciation, character,
Form: Free verse
Villanelle : O ! What a way to go They Say locked in Lover's Arms
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Damned he or she be to live curséd life alone
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
Lone bodies shiver in beds quothing inane psalms
No body loses heat when both stoke flesh and bone
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
No Romeo with potion Juliet embalms
Had not either to deep mock sleep stayed up immune
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
Some prefer the chivalrous spears of knights-at-arms
Others prefer not to go at all all alone
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Passion mounts the pressure on lonely hearts' dire charms
The choice in these cases is either stroke or be-gone
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
The lesson here is simple : by the bed stock arms
He who must go first may her shoot ere he is blown
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Categories:
embalms, bereavement, body, break up,
Form: Villanelle
freezing rain embalms cold heart ~ pellucid shell fissures with warm beating
12/23/2017
Written for Monoku Contest
Sponser: Silent One
Categories:
embalms, emotions,
Form: Monoku
embalms
the living body
to make it sweet
for decay
Categories:
embalms, body, satire,
Form: Quatrain
Caustic words
Wounded is her core
Then twilight happens:
Diaphanous
The next day:
A lavender mist encapsulates atmosphere
Oh the sea is so serene.
Like a minty aroma
Embalms her soul
Acrid memories fade.
No longer is he a cynosure
But a shadowy tale.
She stops cursing
her ill-fate and fills her lungs
with vapor of the new day.
Afterall lost love is transient.
New days are long lasting they happen
day after day.
Categories:
embalms, appreciation, beautiful, grief, love,
Form: Rhyme
From his voice springs the tenderest sound of lute
There is not a moment
mute
In the company of my little cherubim
Oh how I love him, how I love him!
Dissonance played in my core.
Before his birth
My first born.
Our pride and Joy.
The cold of winter is all but gone, gone, gone!
Even your sulkiness embalms my soul.
You and your sister bring the most
Joy joy joy!
To our household.
* to my little boy
Categories:
embalms, baby, care, child, love,
Form: Classicism
But for Rhymes
Of things I am uncertain I speak.
But what is not contained can leak.
Or it would be hidden behind the curtain,
Balm cracks of a wearisome life damn certain.
Between the sweet and the sour lies the beautiful.
In the in-between spaces is life bountiful.
Is beauty but for the visually gifted?
It self-reveals to the in-sighted.
Certitude embalms elation,
Preserved for futuristic salvation.
The song of ‘lukumba’ bird evokes irritation.
The grace of a noble eagle in flight needs redemption.
Save for the enlightened,
Living is a perilous endeavour.
Fierce courage though frightened.
Unimagined paths birthed in labour.
From side to side I swing and ponder,
The mystery of awe and wonder.
Silences are louder and louder.
Embracing me to cry on ye’ shoulder.
Nsamu Moonga-29/05/14
Note: Lukumba is a nocturnal bird predominant in Zambia. It is known for its attractive feathers and melodious song.
Categories:
embalms, deep, metaphor,
Form: Monorhyme
Two suits with familiar faces, the faces that we focus our battles.
These masters of the future, in your name they act, but you claim no blame.
So when a war is fought or the smog embalms us, will you still shout with tears that democracy lost out?
So the comedy continues, your part once more in audience.
And when our continued blinkered, forced ignorance prevails.
Will your sons and daughters blame the system, the money, or the Blairs?
Categories:
embalms, freedom, philosophy, political,
Form: Free verse
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