Faint,
spark,
smothered,
frail flicker,
doused by wanton strafe,
of bogus blitz on firefly swarm,
whose sintered flecks luminous once a mint meadow rash,
fetid stench on sombre marsh morgue deathly plummet in wet woodland, squelching plot interred,
winsome wing glow worm surreal,
larval lantern love, a spring twilight trail flash mate signal in mid-flight flare, haphazard helix of red flame,
lightning mimicry from maiden whose passion quest quenched querulous by nightmarish callous earthling hand clamped coffin dull click, twilight yellow, blue ghost, witching hour green tint spectaclenow grave entombment, mourning planet sheds tears
Dwelling
In the arches
Of dark corners that reach
The entombment of my stale mind,
Frozen
In time;
Freshly scarred by
Unfulfilled musings led
By stoic apathy singing
Tunes of
Friction,
Fluctuating
Amidst piercing thistles,
And crucifying vines flooding
My core.
With macabre-like fear, I fret as Death glides near,
all too near! And in my ears, buried deep,
ticks a ghostly tick-tock—it's all I hear
(so deep, deep in my ears I cannot sleep)!
I'm manic; and with every breath I panic
and hyperventilate, as my lungs scream
for air—as from a nightmare truly horrific,
a dream unlike any phantasmic dream
I've ever dreamt of! With unavailing breath,
I wane—wane morbidly as though on death's bier,
embalmed for entombment in a grave beneath
(as I agonize, because the end feels so near).
In paralyzing fear of these panic attacks,
I'll soon die in their death throes and climax!?
Warring wounded Warriors winded,
as they stand by the blood-stained shore;
Battalions breathily bruised and bended,
as they begin to march on for more…
Evil encounters evolve and enslave,
for their conquering captains do command;
As demons devour and deprave,
decompositional defaults within their demand.
Lachrymal lonely landscapes lament,
as deceptions and illusions take control;
Edacious entombment evokes,
evil incarnates infiltrating the immortal soul…
Weapons of war wager wild,
armored ambient angels lift their golden swords;
Egocentric evil must be exiled,
as we recover and resurrect for history records.
July.10.2020
Warrior Poetry
Sponsored by~ Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Thrown from heavens tides,
an embryonic entombment drowning in desire…
For I have seen the face of an angel,
bending realities before my despondent eyes…
Where for the beats of my hapless heart,
sending signals to your ravaging realm...
I stand before you a christened Knight,
my pulchritudinous princess of spades…
A melancholy madman marooned on distant Dunes,
as your daggers of love penetrate my pensive passion…
And thus I stare at the monolithic moon,
asking for twilight beams to chariot your embrace…
For I am lost within your nebulous perfidious presence,
and yet I wait for your return like a cataclysmic comet…
Warping my space-time and hemorrhaging heart.
...background music
Nox Arcana
"Labyrinth of Dreams"
...from Grim Tales
...Male virtual voice
July.02.2019
Slave to love Poetry
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 8'th...Thank You
The dawn of anticipated darkness,
Pierces these gilded walls.
The smoulder of sinister heat arising-
An entombment of dreams.
Let us raise our chalices of stars
To toast these woodland creatures emerging.
From beyond the drapes of tasseled velvet,
Through the seeps by light of moon.
Find the phantoms that dwell in lit shadows;
They stray to the rhythm of unwhispered truths.
Is this magic that lifts these masks afloat?
Oh, look around! There’s one more behind you!
I behold you, silken facade,
By glimpses across the candelabra.
Do you feel the coming
Of our night’s story awaiting a beginning.
Take care to not unmask these veils
For no revelations should come alight.
As our hands embrace and we glide,
Feigning ignorance in only this night.
Woe Betide The Forgetful…
Though the body be weary and tired,
the soul burns with everlasting energy.
To where we have come,
much farther remains to go.
The Moses exodus;
Noah’s unchartered course;
pale the journey ahead.
Crisscrossing Middle Passage streams
put Bermuda Triangle to shame.
To hell and back carries much pain.
In the crosswinds of changing seas’ seasons,
we can no longer ponder where we go;
but to where we must inevitably be.
We can only be where we are to be;
because we were born to be free—
By any means necessary.
From sea to shining sea,
we shall be free.
Not like the shorn lamb
or possum player—afraid;
but like the Loin of Judah
and Cobra of Shiva,
we shall strike back.
Free at last begets bitter entombment.
Freedom now begets sweet resurrection.
When the Heavens Fall
The devious despotic dark ones shall descend
Riding sullen stallions to this hell will attend
Bringing with them fire and fear, a ballistic blend
Rulers of Lords and Kings, tyranny will impend
The sun will stop shining, the darkness shall extend
The forsaken have fallen and thus set the trend
Shivering silence no human can comprehend
Lachrymal lashes through weeping walls shall transcend
Cathedrals of condemnation, priests will pretend
Impetuous entombment, Angels must defend
Disjunctive destruction the demons do contend
Illumination and damnation, battle's END.
MP3...The Four Horsemen...by Metallica
Jan.12.2017
12 by 12 Monorhyme - Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
My place
I have escaped my entombment
From my confined place
Now I shall fight with thought
And words to find that which
Threatens in my internal space
To be that one who will create
A pleasant place within
Once being again the whole one
In the world of my space
7-12-16
Quote
I have dug my way
Out the ground
With palm and fist many times
My whole life has been
One burial after another
I will find my way
Out of you just fine
By Rupi Kave
Of Saints And Sinners
Within the sacrificial selfless silence
The seditious spirit stands in defiance
With salient scars of eternal echoes
Amongst the meditating melodious meadows
Sinister sins compound in complexity
Where demon deeds are devoured devilishly
Macabre masters of the medieval mind
Disengaged discipline of the consciously confined
The saint and sinner must coherently co-exist
One restrains of thoughts the other can not resist
Erosive entombment in the somatic solitudes
As both struggle within the manqué multitudes.
Oct.28.2016
Saints and Sinners - Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
And the cemetery was littered with debris
While I paced the graveyards in crushed marble,
That seraphic figures draped the woeful air
Enshrining those long gone…names forgotten
By time’s entombment of a shrunken past
As black roses moved with the cold, cold wind.
From this moment, a heavy silence tugs me;
I kneel down and cry, sighing they find peace
As broken wings perch on my shoulders
That my hands fold in deepened appeal,
Requesting the guardians of life
To teach me stillness when the last twilight
Comes, till the gasp of arriving and leaving
Lays me to rest , tranquil and sweet
With burst of petals along my cemetery;
Knowing not if I have ever lived
In the fullness of love…or fallen from grace.
.................
For the Contest:Any Poem You Ever Penned
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Posted 5/20/2016 ... Not entered in any contest
There was a cloud hung over him
a presence, an impending doom.
He seemed one lightning strike away
from enlightenment - or entombment.
Haunted by the stigma of divine dissatisfaction
a wanderer in a spiritual maelstrom
questioning the questions of the questioners,
thinking on the thoughts of the thinkers,
worshiping at the edges of heresy,
praying for the efficacy of his prayers.
Hidden in the silence of life’s tomb
innocence interred beneath this “cloud”.
The sun never shone, the rain never fell,
on the unrighteousness of the righteous.
4/10/2016
//This turned into a "Free Verse Sonnet". Hope it works.//
submitted to – Sun shines on the righteous – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Seren Roberts
Some of the great paintings he created
evoked the dire fate of many;
Christ's fate was tragic instead:
his sacred entombment was
done with pious hands
laying down his
cold body
pierced by
nails.
Planet of the Grapes
and so the grapes
conspired
met in secret bunches
eavesdropped
on the vintners
during their
wine sipping lunches.
too win we must
subvert their minds
causing loss of focus
torturously tenderize
rendering it “mocus”.
we must accept
our crushing fate
entombment in the
vintners cellar
convince them
their dreams absurd
are absolutely stellar.
we’ll infiltrate
the highest realms
of the intelligentsia
cripple them
in brain cell death
of alcohols dementia.
they will tend
the very vines
that nurture revolution
unknowingly
complicit in
our forty proof solution.
John G. Lawless
10/18/2014
For the “Words – The Heart of Imagination?” – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Brian Johnston
Should I come for you when night has fallen...
Shall I call your name when twilight descends...
Will temple bells hold you as dusk deepens...
Will the Royal Priestesses be with you when I come...
Will your eyes remember me when night has fallen...
Will your hair still be scented with perfume...
Should my steps be whisper-soft on the stone...
Shall your annointed heart still be mine...
Do you wish to meet the Lord of the Westeners...
Do you, my beloved, find peace in the House of Gold...
Was the Double Crown too heavy for my joy in life...
Was the Nile cold when they washed and prepared you...
Many tears of the gods have been shed for you...
Many Great Ones will still your sorrow. And mine...
Would you exchange one palace for another...
Would you have a goddess escort you to the valley...
Your favorite mirror and khol will forever be with you...
Your beloved cat will live as you wished, my heart...
There will be dancers and flowers and musicians...
There can be no other to replace you in the Two Lands...
You shall be as the sun and arise in the morning...
You shall be a goddess...
I place my ring on your sarcophagus for Eternity.
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