A skin, bit rough, and brownish fair;
A rounded face and short black hair;
Fine vignettes on a wide forehead
that seems to think the ways ahead.
Cherry red lips, thick and pouty;
Two big ears, a nose that's humpy;
Big black eyes with flickery wink
seem to fathom the way you think.
Self portrait poetry contest
7th place
Categories:
flickery, self,
Form: Rhyme
Humours turn acrid near
The silent seer.
Escaping absentees scamper
Further down the hole that holds their likeness
Extinguish | fatal obscurant | visions.
| fata obscura |
Of thriving, lively fauna
Prostrate to impelling images
Schizoid prognostic narratives
Told through the burning lens.
Up above somewhere;
Unmade's secret eddies meet the Void's effacing means
Flickery shades mar anthropic soil
Never-beens, vestiges, cloud-faced mutes
Watch, sneer, hiss from interstitial galas
Covet your unearned gift of certain being
All skies slide to promenade our spaces
In front of that greatest-deep mirror
Most cower at the approach.
Croatoan, Boskopoid, Nephilim ires boil, rise
Evaporate.
Thin air marks their omphalos.
Sinews worn down and slumped in buried peat
Undisturbed lighthouses scry
Souls echo Xibalba's memory
Nulled sheets linger over its impossibility.
No divine clap can hide the noise of nothing.
No resplendent scheme can stop time's voyage surely ebbing.
Never will you win in wagers against the real.
Anbirnybbid Ocegenr.
Categories:
flickery, silence, visionary, words,
Form: Free verse
Skimming through paragraphs,
I seem to stretch time and shrink my attention
Underlining words I can't grasp
With my limited span of concentration,
Creating art I can't explain
Stick men and asymmetrical shapes,
Spiralling into mazes and dotted lines
Lost in an alphabet jungle.
Encircling page numbers,
Decorating the margins with unflattering flowers,
Marking pages with , blue, pink, fluorescent ink, washing them dry
And awfully bright, missing out on the 'fatality rate' mentioned.
Little wings sprouting from a wavering mind, flying away from topics of discussion.
Dragging my imaginary feet across events in memory;
faces and voices muffled and in disarray
Eyes still glued to statistics and rates,
But seeing ten thousand flickery lights ;
dreams of glitter and starry nights.
Thoughts then seem like little bubbles,
helping me procrastinate much longer.
A finger snap would sound like a rifle shot at this point,
Shattering the world I made,
And awareness rising from rubbles,
Would speak for itself, about things I cannot evade.
Categories:
flickery, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.
Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego
sacrificing my fire.
Your unwillingness
to ascend from darkness
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..
as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope
for my flickery flame.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018
Categories:
flickery, angst, conflict, depression, fate,
Form: Free verse
Open for love, empty though
flickery dies and we seek
our blown fears
tucking them quickly back under
ground is wet and cold
and to piss u use a coin
to call and recall
all your messages hearts in
red lips and dicks
And my limbs swaying along
trumpet you play
well
Where all you people heading
there are no headliness
but headlights bidding farewell
to our nocturnal tendencies
our trembling frequencies
God has played his decks
spinning them in fatal
And you drip drop
drip drop drip drop
ceasing new opportunities
buggering posibbilities
meanwhile
bluewinged butterflye
in your eye
my face lost.
-by Jaro T
Categories:
flickery, love,
Form: Free verse
Here among the flickery hues of the maamba breast
Sits a butterfly in her bubbled cocoon.
The wheels of metamorphosis feel the friction
And soon her fragile colourful wings will glide the ever changing winds of the valley.
The mellow of the morning yellow sun will drool at wings
Whose tint strays unto petals ever-opening their breasts of sugar.
I'm the brittle moth of day,
Whose belly is wrapped in brown powder,
Whose wings never clasp;
Solacing in the wretch of a lonely log,
Hoping for the best that can come from the closing palms of insecta.
Should her innocent life fly into my thirsting latch,
Crickets will sing day and night to the babies will make;
Babies whose comeliness lays on their bellies of rainbow powder.
29/07/17
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Categories:
flickery, beauty, butterfly, creation, cute
Form: Narrative
City centre water bender
bind it not make it hinder
puzzled boats lacking thoughts
paddles muddle thrine cuddle
leaving behind all the huddle
must i speak or forever keep
such beauty can never weep
doth thou art history
still remains mystery
shrined still flickery
observed by human unusually
to love and pass all boundary
by boat by last its Venice
doth mess with Denice
Categories:
flickery, image,
Form: Elegy
hell fire desires running wild
like a passion driven hot rod with burning tires
scorching licks of frenzied lust
whip raw touches that spontaneously self combust
pressurized slowness yielding euphoric smoke with every thrust
finger flicking flickery teasing and pleasing pink pleasures
peeping erotic natures in search of lost wet treasures
hardy hints of intense mixed sexual scents
resurrects the untamed within to go instinctively hell bent
standing tall like a hairy savage walking erect
smooth cruise control piston pumping action
X-rated planet transmitting listen to deep space orgasmic satisfaction
naughty nude bodies being slapped by massive tide waves of ecstasy
forever love fantasies pulverized into countless particles
and scattered across the endless galaxies
extreme tenderness under a ripe mythological moon
indulge on each others spirits using a soul stealing spoon
Categories:
flickery, desire, food, love, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Life is indeed full of surprises..
Life is so huge to understand
It pricks us to cry, and lulls us to smile
Yesterday, we were full of love
Today, we helplessly fall out of love
It buoys us up to make the most of it
And be the best of everything
It is an endless maze,and faith is the only
banner of direction to destination
A gamble that we sometimes recklessly bet
Win or lose,we are up ready to try it again
A lesson, we ,most of the time, forget,
We do the same mistake, we learn and relearn
A pain, we get over with and yet, we find ourselves
being hurt again..
A trust, we willingly give away, but once
deceived, we can hardly give it back.
We build and rebuild it..
We sacrifice, we need to, to complete
ourselves through our loved ones' success
We hope like a persistent gale, failure may be
at hand, but we just don't stop hoping..
A choice that always begets struggle
to make us strong and be humble
We dream.We need an effort to believe in it
to get through and live through.
If life is so flickery to handle, then I must hold on to
the truth that I still live and live...
Categories:
flickery, life,
Form: Free verse
-resurrection of rhyme-
come people come! lets all gather down the hall
wake up you sleeping guts and join this brawl
awake the dead dust beyond our feet
come join the rhythm sway your way through' the beat
sing with me this jubilant song
that awakes the silent gong
sing with me oh mighty throng
drum dance and sing along
call it Sunday call it sabbath,
whistle out air of your breathe
take your brothers arm to the air
shake away you poetic flickery flair
sing with me the weak and strong
let the music toss you where you belong
sing with me oh mighty throng
hoist the living rhyme, tag along.
sing with me this jubilant song
that awakes the silent gong
sing with me oh mighty throng
drum dance and sing along
Categories:
flickery, metaphor, dance, me, dance,
Form: Rhyme
Oh waxy moth!
Why to my candle must you be drawn?
This is light is unholy in your sight
And will only cause end to your flight.
Yet here you be this warm summer night
Circling that flickery target of your plight.
Just one bump is all it took
Never to set sail again, forever stuck on foot.
Tonight you'll wander through the grass
And I can't help but wish you luck
Even though I know too well that tomorrow
I won't be seeing you.
Oh waxy moth!
Why to my candle must you have been drawn?
Categories:
flickery, animals, death, loss, sympathy
Form: Rhyme
here his eyes take the length and breadth
of the room from the far windows
to the locked cold door where he stands,
behind which her absence follows;
candlelight scatters the shadows,
even his own sways all around
like flickery figures in streams
of dreams where silhouettes abound;
nomadic stirrings shut her out
from the mobile world of his own;
tonight he'll move away again,
for who walks fastest walks alone.
Categories:
flickery, life, love, people,
Form: Rhyme