Tomorrow Autumn becomes official
according to all tribunals judicial
May the season be entirely beneficial
with nothing at all artificial
I don’t refer, of course, to intelligence
but rather to tree leaves, flowers and plants
The essence of Autumn is beauty
not “AI” or its sterile conception of duty
Luther Vandross singing Here and Now
Lovers, start your engines
Sensual and smooth
Dance Love to prove
Love mysterious, curious and becoming obvious
Hypnotized in a trance
Kisses from the inner transform
Body touch
Here and there
Propelled on a romantic journey
Mind senses gone wild
Conservations maneuvering into sensual talk
The emotions begin
Kisses upon kisses circulating
Sensations rise
Straight to the mind, heart and soul
Lust prospering into love
Body action
Aroma of affection
Committed and Satisfied
Moist and sweat
Full Control
Held close
Impact
Finale
Kiss me Lover
You were my divine discover
Until our next retreat
Good Night
I still hear the loud noise
of your quiet footsteps,
marked across unpolished,
weathered wooden floors.
Childhood suppressed expectations,
starved for genuine praise,
dwarfed by the presence
of a silence never broken.
My inner struggles suffocate,
captivated by the hidden door
latched forever
by decaying, hardened paint.
Scars of turmoil refuse to yield,
mercilessly triggered by this prison,
locked by the one key
still held by you.
A stitched fabric of fortitude—
resembling a carved brand of honor—
is the silent hero I grasp for
in moments of aching defiance.
When the weight of unimportance,
and callous neglect,
rears its ugly head,
demanding more
than my essence can endure.
Still, here I am.
Not asking for forgiveness.
Not asking for explanations.
I am letting go,
just like you did.
I learnt a new word today.
Catatonic.
The vexatious coax of its accuracy sanctifies the burden of my reluctant existence.
The vacant faith of its salvation glorifies the redundancy of my timeworn stagnation.
The inertia of my own consciousness rouses within the weight of my repulsive apathy.
I am absent.
My reflection in the window distorts into a portal.
The pale of my skin shudders, an ashen pallet of abasing beauty.
The tremors of my skin winces, a demeaning pallet of humiliating fortune.
The curve of my lips stitch shut, a confined pallet of overflowing tincture.
The violent, lilac fuse of deprivation pounds my crimson in a bloodthirsty famine of a desperate call for condemn.
Yet, the only paragon unearthed is the vacant, potent inevitability of saturation into the voices of my own void;
I will forever remain in an absence of my own conceded mould.
CONVOLUTED ESSENCE-:-
labyrinthine
exuberance
entangled
concerto
resonant
in MELANCHOLIC MEDLEY
derelict
embodiment
vestigial
cacophony
entropic
of DISHARMONIC SYMPHONY
reflective
echo
nonsensical
melody
aberrant
There is fullness in emptiness from self
While cravings of ego are negated
Freeing us against our boastfulness-shelf
Since bliss makes drenched heart remain elated.
With victory* for reaching-out terrain
Fullness is gained as emptiness from pride
Subdues despair of futility-pain
Caused by covetousness that does deride.
Keeping spirit toward gratitude light
Midst sharing, giving, caring, loving-glow
Fullness blooms in emptiness from greed’s blight
For God grants joy along helpfulness-flow.
Let us continue in our kindness’ spree
Blest emptiness yields good-works’ fullness glee.
*1 Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
April 23, 2026
5th place, "Best 2026" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/10/2026.
skin over skin
layers to peel
uncover
mysteries ~
earthbound
heavens dictated
strengthened delicacy
lacy
spirit reveals
as we peel
without zeal —-
colour
patiently waiting
soft fingertips
to harvest (...)
autumn rings pause
wounds gauzed
healing’s a sealing
essence incubating
realisations transcendent
pupils
dilate
uncoverings _______
contemplate each veil
verses to pale
accept every lifting
veins to gain
Love’s filigree e m b r a c i n g
w o r k …
___________________________
Allpoetry : Silver Placement Winner : 70 word Ekphrasis : April 26
[ interpretation of a Zanne Van Bebber Painting 2026 : Private Collection : Copyright Protection : not for Reproduction. ]
Falling through the dark, yet held by your flame
Ash turns to light when I call out your name
Though we tremble, unguarded, the same
Embers awaken our hearts again
Mist veils the path, but it cannot erase
Even in shadow, our love remains
When gentle zephyrs stir the slumbered earth,
And vernal sun doth gild the waking glade,
The buds arise to herald spring's rebirth,
In painted hues, the promised bloom displayed.
See tulip flames and daffodil's bright gold,
Sweet violets blush in emerald shade,
The lilac's breath in purple dreams unfold,
All nature’s tapestry adorned, arrayed.
Yet beauty's reign, though splendid, soon must fade,
As fleeting as the morning’s crystal dew.
So blooms are lost as seasons’ debts are paid,
Their fragrant glory but a moment’s view.
Yet in brevity, spring flowers depart;
A timeless essence, woven in the heart.
My awakened soul is swinging,
perfumed with positive essence.
With that scent overpowering
my awakened soul is swinging.
Ignore the distractions ringing
that fuel a restless existence.
My awakened soul is swinging
perfumed with positive essence.
A Thing Of Beauty part II
‘The Mother’ The First Generation
The Me alas breaks free
claims my true pedigree
my lineage, my essence
who I was, who I am, who I shall always be
Of two generations après Moi
in awe how they've succeeded
I drink from the fonts of my true nature
Nectar indulging deeply into my delicious sustenance
Quenching a thirst for true belonging
Sturdily balanced upon a steady course
A radiant surge satiates my being
An abundance, a cornucopia of profusions—
my cup runs over—to be savored and shared
upon lips of those who yearn to imbibe
The Me alas breaks free
ESSENCE OF THINGS
correlated
fragments
appear
complementary
opportunistic
speculative
spontaneity
duality
plurality
of
expressive
options
in
subjective
choices
awareness
elevated
an
exclusive
catalogue
of
assiduous
permitted
liberties
The mystique is palpable
& reeks of change
in the air
Like new rain on a balmy
summer day it washes
dullness away
To say it's refreshing
would be an understatement
in a way that underscores
its enchanting nature
Its nature is naturally
exuberant &
mesmerizing
Fantasizing about it
is the norm
for those caught
in its unrelenting
storm
What is it?
It's the thing dreams
are made of
Dark matter behind
the eyes of lids
bringing life to
things of the ID
Or is it things
of the mind?
I'm trying but can't
truly describe
what has been
divinely inscribed
My eyes can see
what the dark hides
that claws its way
to the light
A cat's meow leads
the way as the bright
promised land awaits
The gates open
like doors of perception
blown off the hinges
The fringes of reality
are akin to a cliff
overlooking a
bottomless pit
A canyon so infinitely
grand it fits the
whole of mankind
in its hands
It's everything you've
seen or ever
will see
for it is forever
becoming &
always will be
the seasons essence
flowers blooming with fragrance
love is in the air
share
blessings
from the heart
spread Christ’s great love
care
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