Temperatures are sizzling;
Fires burn and spread.
Salad sales are fizzling.
(Eat grass-fed beef instead!)
Immigrants are terrified;
Deportations rise.
Flat-out lies are verified.
Drones invade the skies.
News reporters get the boot.
Algae grows and blooms.
Secret deals to prosecute
Are made in private rooms.
Institutions once revered
Are shuttered or debased.
Everything we’ve always feared
Has happened, in such haste
It’s almost inconceivable,
Yet somehow it is real.
We know that it’s believable,
For nothing can conceal
The way the world is crumbling
And only those in charge,
Despite their shameful bumbling
And greed are living large.
I do not see a way to fix
How bad things have become,
For nature’s tricks and politics
Have made me sad and numb.
as light
meets night
moon wanes
ink reigns
dusk bleeds
earth heeds
sizzling
fizzling
rose tears
blue spheres
waking
aching
sky streams
quartz dreams
fate's thrusts
heart trusts
soul's fire
sapphire ~
I would wear your emblem on display,
So you shall never feel dismay.
My power comes from your words,
Though they can cut others like swords.
Our intimacy brings ecstasy,
Like a cloth rippling through the sea.
Conjoined in unity and love,
Like a wailing song from a dove.
Like the Holy Spirit beget Jesus,
The light shall shine for the two of us.
My skin hot, bothered and sizzling,
Love so strong never fizzling.
Journey through the times,
Like an instrument that chimes,
I'm valued like an old pack of dimes.
Passion building like open flames,
Heart locked down to yours with chains.
Birds singing on the skies,
Sweet aromas like freshly baked pies.
You and I ........ Oh what a perfect match...
Perfectly molding like a roof of thatch.
Placing our love on a picture frame,
Cause with your love I don't need any fame.
BOOM.
a puff of purple powder stains the pewter sky.
i sit, listening
to the whirring and fizzling
of the firey starlit, glistening
when the midnight clock strikes nigh.
a red light joins in the heavens high,
shimmering
and with a crisp, cool whistling
a tune as musical, magical as fiddling
that steals away breaths by and by.
when all is said and done,
and the burns in my retinas fade
when these make-believe stars no longer masquerade
little embers are here and there laid
riddled around, each like a tiny, broken sun.
when the conjunction has ceased to be fun
and each person begins to wade
through darkness thick and blood stained,
the embers are left to rot in misery made,
and the sky is left wondering in silence we spun.
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!”
Your bad habits gather dust,
When your decision is ‘A Must’,
All Vanishing like A Ghost
Between The Least and The Most,
All of them fizzling out;
Not a lurking Doubt,
Then, you can work towards it,
The Task judging The Fit;
On your lifestyles leper white
Pouncing to make them paper white …
A renewed interest in The Good Life,
Through The Rigors of Unflagging Strife;
A high regard for cooperation,
A steadfast Eye on Moderation.
The Fire of Zeal much heightened
Your lips at their edges tightened.
Festive fireworks foraging forcefully,
firework flames... flashing, floating, fading.
Families figure favorite fashions.
Friends find fizzling firecrackers.
Fireworks feature fantastic forms.
Frozen faces fathom fascinating festivities!
His eyes tired with endless sights
Against web's background whites,
Heavied by seas of tips and dots;
All spun and cast by lifeless bots.
His ears deaf to loudest bangs
Listen still to thundering gangs,
Detailing zillion wares of worth;
All distinguished by fiscal math.
His lamed limbs yet peregranate
Between countless errands' bait,
Each more vital than the previous;
Fettered by cords fizzling devious.
His breath and total being all sore
Last collapse under fatiguing woe,
Every ghoulish groan more piteous
Than doom's under-soil enclosures.
And sigh not for he has lived.
Pen eulogistic elegy trimmed
With nifty poets' finest tropes,
On one who nursed tall hopes.
Wind and Fire
Oh my Lord what have I done. Maketh the pain go away holding hands with vista pleasure beyond my expression I am punished for living dead with needle and thread is it so bad? Let me live.. the last few days of life. This time of your losing your place is due at the altar dear! My how can you see it..can't: think! Come, take me hot top off bosom displayed at a ginger spot going on with my new hymn. Lie sweet mother lie down for the guilty who stole your money and heart dead now. Like last hearth fizzling out timber rotting and smoking in the way roll up the window will open your eyes looking at me? What do you want hey? My soul? Death comes naturally I find. He waits patiently until next time perfect for me darling I love you. Amen
Christmas Contest
What does it take to write a poem,
a format, a principle perhaps imagination,
If like me you make it up going along,
can turn into a leaning conflagration.
Sparks in the first verse are starting points,
but might fade out with a whimper,
Thought I had something going there,
too complicated, let’s try something simpler,
I need fresh kindling, to create a flash,
not just latent potential,
Good starting to catch, providing a glow,
but much more fuel is essential.
Lightning strike out of nowhere,
creative thoughts bring more accelerant,
Flames appear radiating tepid heat,
a little crude, requiring elegance.
This fire is burning all my reserves,
morphing into a raging inferno,
Now spreading out of control gone wild,
lacking containment and tempo,
Ok ease off the gas, take deep breaths,
attempt to regain composure,
Boy almost lost it there,
must keep in surrounded enclosure.
On the home straight my poem’s on fire,
nice and steady, aflame at last,
Time for crescendo, pull it all together,
along comes a draught.....blast!
By
David Kavanagh
FRAGILITY OF DREAMS
Once life started with prolonged daydreams of endless possibilities.
Carefree childhood ran on sweet dream dancing on dazzling morn.
Budding youth bearing so many dormant dreams
took proud arrogant steps to sizzling noon of aspiring dream
to glow in glamorous gorgeous gleam.
Life merged in fizzling eve of continuous struggle as lone fighter.
Dusty dusk blending in solitary nugatory night of senile decay.
Yet not in despondence but in fragility of dreams.
05/19/20
'In The Fragility of Dreams' Contest by Silent One
First Place
'All Yours (Feb 10) Contest by Brian Strand
I DREAM
Soft dawn runs on dazzling morn to sizzling noon,
then to fizzling eve but not to mourn.
Dusty dusk merging at solitary nugatory night.
Yet not in despondence.
12/18/19
Original Poem 'Day Dreams' posted on 11/17/19
'Arbitrium Divisa 5' Contest by Gregory Barden
Rolling back
Reeling in laughter
Reliving phases
Thus revealing faces
she slides through phases places
Placing faces
To deaden places
Creating an illusion
Of bizarre cases
She Mastered the lines
As she dance the puppets
Taking crunchy chunks
From each suspenseful moments
Reaching for their minds
While touring their heads
Transcending their hopes
With vivid visions
Thus transporting lives
to fading places
Reliving facts of ancient cases
Drumming them to screaming heights
Then with a sudden pause
Fizzling out the echoing sounds
He slowly gathered the scattered faces
Staring with wide guesses
admist this Ominous silence
Storm
ominous, dark
thundering, mellowing, drizzling
rainbow, colours, arc, promise
fizzling, fading, sizzling
radiant, brilliant
sunlight
June 22nd 2019
“Sparkling Diamonds” Poetry context
Sponsor: Joseph May
Love in the Moonlight
Rhinestone studded midnight
weaves its magic thread.
Under silver moonlight,
hearts to love are led.
Burning passions unchained,
we fuse with the sky.
Frenzied, fulfilled, undrained,
in love’s heat, we lie.
Blazing, dazzling, sizzling,
flames of love burn bright.
Sighing softly, fizzling
gently…love's delight.
Under silver moonlight
hearts to love are led.
Rhinestone studded midnight
weaves its magic thread.
02-14-2018
Contest: 88 Syllables
Sponsor: Joseph Mays
Placement: 1st
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