UNLOVED 2 (EXPANDED)
The stinging is particularly painful today,
Needles of sharp cold burning blood stab and sear my heart
The jabbing jagged thousand little holes stay
And begin again tomorrow to flay each part.
Rejection is a drowning drunk
Gasping with each mouthful of pride
Another trophy now lies lifeless and sunk
Another screaming day that died.
For all the steaming dreaming part
I played in the capture of my choice
Flat failure is the guide of my loveless dart
And a choking silence is my only voice.
When the punished pillows murder cry
Silent clocks and secret swish
Of thick dark failing falling curtains fringed with notoriety
Rip the seams of a ragged wish
Until the spleen sheds its poison deep below
Swimming into the fathom of night and day
Where no tender fingers reach my depth
And only the claw grasps its prey.
Liar lord of loyalty the infidel of opera cloak
Sweep and cover a collapsing shroud
Leaving only the tomb and the weeping womb
For the remnants of the uncertain crowd.
Written by Gail DeBole
On October 12, 2023
Updated on October 13, 2023
These words that pour out from thoughts.
Randomly without making patterns, at first.
OK. Sometimes making random patterns.
Spurting out and mixing like
Ingredients for a batter.
Swirls like nothing else.
Until cohesive in my mind.
Maybe not in yours.
Meaning in my world.
Sometimes in yours.
Meaning that sometimes escapes me
Until a future epiphany crystallizes.
Orange grapes floating in a sea of waves.
Meaning and importance that can be suspect.
See what I mean?
They all end up on this screen.
The individual in the inexorable flow of time,
certain miracles of nature never be the same.
Patterns of needs and response are created,
touching the mysteries of natures integrity related.
Revealing the whole of which one is part,
integral completeness as time perspective art.
If you are born at night your eyes eclipse the day,
full moon people are social light so to say.
Whereas the darkest nights have always new potential,
struggling to see things through eventually.
Sun rise children are deeply profound,
while those before twilight are spiritual sound.
Noon born like to take leadership at will,
evening souls enjoy the panoramic view in still.
The days and planets names set the tone for amorous flings,
especially when Monday causes trouble from trivial things.
Our humble providence all part of the celestial fair,
through the season of years in glorious care.
With that manifesting the duality of time and space,
from oneself as light spirit by the divine grace.
She said concretize
and her vocabulary
Typified my desire
for words
amorously.
Then I came
across boondoggle
and thought
hell no,
Not me
feed me every
word in your
dictionary
take me from
dilettante
to fait-accompli
Make me the greatest
of all time
if only in my mind
Her tongue
can use my mind
indiscriminately
to the point
of confessing
Ooo, I like that
and all manners
of Freudian slips
Her words
produce
bitten bottom lips
She is the ..it.
Timeless experience
Precognating vivid dreams
Choices reality
Awareness goes through
Vibrant colors and sparkling orbs
Mingle around one
Thoughts transcend afar
Amplifying energy
Speed up creations
Foretell scenarios
Taking probable options
Obvious gratefulness
Breaking the barriers
Forbidden act to defy
Absolute freedom.
moving on from pain
opens doors of expansion
never before seen....
Pretty blossoms in the spring
“Bob” for them at Halloween
BBQ cooked with the wood
Sauce, butter, juice – also good
Red, yellow, green - take your pick
Dipped in caramel on a stick
Sweet, sour, tart- taste to savor
Raw, bake, fry – lots of flavor
Cake, muffins, fritters - to try
The best of all is a pie
Yummy!
Each cool summer breeze
Sets the stage for something hot
Like loves engagement
Fun in the sun crazed
Develops such great delight
Each bright new day’s hour
Enlightens freedoms desires
Each night awakening fires
Summer flows ever quickly
Like fleeting poetry lines
Memories linger longer
Forever expanded
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "FUN & FROLIC" (3 FORMS)
upon the vast, vertical canvas;
footholds few and far between;
you're standing on a frail protrusion
face to the wall
staring
without encouragement
at one frozen frame
i jumped
and now i'm falling
i'm seeing the eternal flow
through only my eyes
but the image moves;
a silent bolt of lightning
so believe not the completion
your single dead pixel alludes to
i jumped
and now i'm falling;
there is more here
than any of us can handle
and i can see the attraction
of all those distractions
ryan thomas 2010
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Fragile, pristine alabaster
stars adrift on wicked laughter.
Tumbling, twirling falling faster
asterisms cool and white.
Stars adrift on wicked laughter
dance amidst these April nights.
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
What becomes of fruits hereafter
buds bow down to frozen masters?
Timid petals face disaster,
tumbling dead from Winter blight
Buds bow down to frozen masters
claiming spring as if their right.
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Bitter cold still claims the pastures,
just how long can Jack Frost factor?
What can thrive 'neath icy plasters,
viscous tombs, cocooned delight?
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
I have dreamt of magnolia fields
Glistening beneath summer clouds,
Where childish fascination meets reality,
And it is so much more.
Aspirations clung to watermelon vines
And filled the air with persuasive appeal.
Yet, beyond these striking moments of clarity
There is much more.
So I exaggerated and expanded
My existence until the froth
Was perfect for your consumption.
Still, it was more.
Now I find magnolia fields
Cannot succeed your kiss
Nor lend me to a place
That is more than this.
I will listen for your melancholy
To learn of eternity's passion,
Where the secrets are held,
Till it becomes more.
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