(I decided not to enter this in a contest as I like the title to be Frozen Bloom --still conceiving this...)
she was sitting by the old porch
holding a yearbook
when he returned to his old abode
he saw her with thumb sandwiched by the pages
where a tiny blossom was pressed
the lavender hue slowly turning into grey
as if it was there sometime ago
he could hear a sonata fading from afar
as he was about to run to her,
she turned her face away
and vanished in the gossamer silhouette of the fading twilight
winter came, his heart was a cold as snowflakes landing on his cheeks
that Monday morning
and he found this blossom
this frozen blossom hanging on cherry branch
as if it was the last to cling
she was not there in the old porch
gone were the hanging vines
that waltzed with the west wind
gone were the sweet songs from a cassette recorder
but the rocking chair was still there~
he sighed and whispered to the frozen blossom
that he'll keep on waiting till he hear her footsteps
coming close to him once again
even when he knew not when.
What’s to love about skating?
Maybe it’s the feeling of being as free as having wings?
Escaping the world that held’s the blades of ancient kings
The norm that causes the destruction of art
And the deterioration of mankind’s heart
What’s so wrong with skating upon Saturns rings?
Wishing for something without the feeling of being tied to strings
There’s so much tyranny and irony in the world
So much people fighting for rights and to be heard
There’s so much greed
So what’s so wrong to want to skate upon Saturns rings?
High up they all went,
Made with nylon and broomsticks,
Attached to a string,
We'd see whose could go highest,
It snapped and we chased along.
August 8, 2022.
Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest,
JCB Brul.
Tis not I that shall reveal one poet for promotion
Have mercy on this fledgling for having that notion
Equally, I admire many with awesome devotion
Everyone I've met has been so friendly and kind
Singling out just one? To do that, I'm not inclined
Simply put, Thanks to all those who come to mind
Encouraging me until my poems are more refined
Not one of them shall be overlooked or maligned
Comments made to me are supportively aligned
Each time I sign in, I read their poetry and unwind
Opposed am I, to paying tribute to merely one
For that good reason, I'll drop the names of none
Perhaps you think I'm wrong to think this way
OK, but I won't choose as if they were on a buffet
Enlisting poets to honor one another? I'd say 'yay'
To do it in a fashion in which many are on display
Sorry if this hurts your feelings. I've had my say.
tinsel hangs
glitter glows
gift boxes
lids closed
nervous
hands out
Santa knows
torn paper
wonderful
What a horrible thought it would make
to think a pastry chef would ever bake
a delicate confection we know as cake
with chopped pickles...Oh, what a fake!
I prefer relish on a juicy hot dog in a bun
but not a relish cake. No, thank you, hun.
Not even a taste if you held a loaded gun.
That's all I have to say, and now I'm done...
except to note this is not for the contest
judged by the one who thinks she's the best.
"Outside the city where the pomegranates grow..."
In solitude, my soul bloomed alone,
A spiritual journey I pondered on,
For the world, I saw a giant pond,
I prayed for blessings, with a magic wand,
Deliverance from our virtual Armageddon,
From then on, I was not alone,
Collective blessings bloomed at home,
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In solitude, my soul bloomed alone......
Why have the birds stopped singing
What is causing this restraint?
Why is the air full of gunsmoke
Why can’t the politicians get it right?
Why are good people dying
Where will it all end?
When will the word PEACE have a meaning
Will we have a sign from heaven?
Why is the peace sign round with no corners
With a semaphore of letters N and D?
Will there ever be nuclear disarmament
Will the world ever be free?
Will the world leaders sit down together
To agree not to disagree
Will nature stop being so devastating
Will World Prayer create history?
I will write a line or two or I guess five.
In less than ten minutes for I'm on a rented text.
I feel I'm losing in this fight.
The clock is ticking and the time is tight.
Just one more line and
Released from hell I’ve finally been,
So many memories repressed,
The universe has lifted them away,
And now in silk I’m dressed.
I recall that moment before my soul,
Was arrogated by certain death.
Thou eyes were sealed, suppressed of life,
I believe I actually saw my last breathe.
Within that second all I saw,
Was a flash, a burst of all my past.
And feared this moment has been forever,
It’s so adulated to be my last.
Angelic wings; white robes of silk.
Fly I may and soar, I might.
My pure heart holds true to you.
My spirit shall keep you in its sight.
SUCCUBUS
kiss my neck,
bite it through.
watch it bleed my love for you.
suck it up,
lick it clean;
i watch from above,
deeply in dream.
and then i think,
and now i scream!!!!!!
(woke up(thank God!))
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THE LOVERS
kiss my neck,
i love it when you do.
i long to share, my love with you;
my passion filling you, like a buttercup.
our affections, so erotic, yet sweet and shiny clean.
heaven smiles down on love;
entertwined like water, and the stream.
passions ardour, we share this heady drink;
if love is milk, then this moment is the cream.
(fell asleep(thank you, God.))
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