electric storm
. energized stirred
. einstein deliberations
. brain on fire
. ZAPPED
. idea fizzled
. weakened fried
. haphazard maze
. mousetrap no cheese
clouds burst, dark skies flashed
loud thunder threatening rolled....
pet shakes filled with fear
house shakes, floor weaved, terror gripped
slowly fizzled summer's storm
His love
is all I want
nothing else matters more
too bad he's so far away and
I'm here
#4)
A long distance relationship that was doomed from the start when one person moved five states away. The love soon fizzled.
I went into the scented apothecary (lush)
For it smelt like a gourmand dream
So soon my scent grew weary
So I chose a random scheme
A gem shaped chalky piece
That smelt like rose and myrrh
(Unknowing it was to cease)
I dropped it into my bath, and watched the witchery occur
Damn you wretched homeopath!
Perfume merchant mocker
Who sold me that purple sphere
Dowsing gold, silver and copper
Did smaller and smaller appear
Fizzled up and exploded
Left that pretty gem eroded!
So now I'm left in tears:(
What is love, really—
a figment of hope
sharp enough to shatter
centuries of lived patriarchy?
To think
education could make a dent
in what’s already carved
in bone & name.
To think
a stranger could be chosen
over the familial veins of caste, of home
over the womb of belief one never questioned.
Perhaps what’s
whispered in secret
was always meant to be hidden—
buried, before it flowers into regret.
Does it even matter—
your thoughts,
these societal norms, yourself?
whether you’re religious, or not?
What really makes one unique,
when the future already beholds
what always has been,
and what will be?
Destiny.
to think one is different—
to think everyone
is just the same.
To think
all that ever transpired
got fizzled on a random night
that never belonged to me.
I can't forget the night we met,
beneath the crystal skies.
I saw the stars, the Moon and Mars
reflected in your eyes.
In light of dawn, we shared a yawn
as darkness fizzled out.
How sweet and light, our love took flight,
defying any doubt.
With all your charm, you held my arm
and then you won my heart.
Of this I'm sure, we shall endure,
our paths will never part.
For now, I know the fervent flow
of love without disguise.
With endless streams you've filled my dreams -
your love is now my prize.
I could not think of anything to write because I don’t celebrate
Saint Patrick’s Day, although I observe it wearing green, if I don’t forget.
I just remembered I dated a guy, who has Irish ancestry last year.
Yes, we celebrated Saint Patrick’s Friday night for it fell on Wednesday.
We agreed on wearing something green and meeting at the Irish pub,
called Ireland’s 32 to have dinner and dance to the tunes of a rock band.
As expected, he was wearing a green shirt and I wearing a green blouse.
The place was packed when we got there, standing near the door a while.
We walked to another pub across the street to eat and walked back for
the band, got lucky to get a table, comfortably listened and danced the
night away and of course chatted until the wee hours, the closing time.
Well, he did not give me a four leaf clover for luck, whatever fizzled out.
(Sand Promises)
That holiday romance I still recall.
I close my eyes and remember it all.
And though so many years have passed since then,
Still, in my dreams, I relive it again.
We initialled a love heart in the sand
And built a sand castle so tall and grand.
We decided we’d live in it one day,
Then watched as the waves washed our dreams away
We exchanged addresses before we left.
But it fizzled out and left me bereft.
Although we had promised to stay in touch,
The distance between us had proved too much
I still recall how we walked hand-in-hand,
And those promises made, there in the sand
This thirsting land, parched by the sun
An autumn drought, that summer spun
Without the rain, no colors found
Fall foliage fizzled, green to brown
A cheated heart, now feels shortchanged
That natures brush, has been restrained
The trees are bare, north winds have blown
Like fleeting thoughts, how time has flown
Whilst winter waits, at fall's deathbed
To lift my heart, I look ahead
I see bright colors, of early spring
The awakening, of everything
Today the skies are clouded gray
The sun will soon be back to stay
Springs rains will come, Nature will bloom
Reviving hope, replacing gloom
Daniel Turner
She was beautiful,he was charming,
It was a sunny day,with a busy morning.
Rushing to work,with a day busy going
They saw each other without knowing.
He saw her,she saw him
The eyes were grey and brown
But the blush was pink..
The sky drizzled..the trees fizzled
The butterflies fluttered near..
They just kept standing and staring,
The time was passing by and they stood without caring.
The eyes stopped blinking,the heart stopped beating,
They were quiet no words were used,
Just their eyes spoke and they both were listening..
No touch,no words,no relation, it was just a destined meet,
She was made for him and he was made for her,
Its been so long,what was happening no one could tell,
Trust me love weaves a magical spell.
There once was a young man named Rig
his rectum two sizes too big
whenever he farted
his two cheeks they parted
expelling a fireworks fizgig
The fizgig it fizzled and hissed
as it came through out of the mist
we spluttered and we gagged
as on the fizgig dragged
and now we were thoroughly pissed
Rig laughed and muttered, “I’m sorry.
Passed as I stepped from the lorry.
The step was too high,”
he said with a sigh,
“of getting back in, I’m charry!”
You came out swinging and talked a good game.
But you fizzled out and left me to hang.
All alone in this tango for two.
It was supposed to be me and you.
But you had your eyes set on some other prize.
While I was ready for you, you were stuck in the clouds.
Wishing on a star.
Swimming among the fish.
Hoping on a hope.
Hanging on...
a
kiss.
For years I searched for the perfect love
like the brightest star in celestial skies above.
Only a few romantic relationships sizzled,
but after a while they sputtered and fizzled.
I looked to the heavens for what I sought
but I found no shining star among the lot.
Each night I watched the black velvet skies
as myriads of stars appeared before my eyes.
Hope of finding one bolder than the rest
left me feeling forlorn and bleak at best.
I gave up thinking that I would ever find
the one for me, but discovered love is blind.
It was only when I stopped desiring so hard
that I found a stellar light near my backyard.
I had no need to go exploring another galaxy
to find the only star that was perfect for me.
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption of power
Their ageing is in overdrive
and once upon a galaxy
there was this one little quark star
that wanted nothing more
than shoot through vast skies
at the speed of light
so on and on she drew across the heavens
her many arcs of ephemeral wonder
and no one dared to stop her
she danced across the universe
leaving her trail everywhere she went
until she had no more to give
and fizzled out into infinity
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
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