Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
They do not hear the silent screams,
or see the dead eyes vacant stare;
It happens far away, elsewhere.
Just victims of corrupt regimes
or new planetary extremes,
self-evident, you think. I swear
they do not hear.
To me, a simple chap, it seems;
some listen to the party scare,
reality of truth foreswear,
to not upset their own sweet dreams;
they do not hear.
Rousing Rondine Poetry Contest; placed 2nd
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
Date written: 7th November 2022
The concept of love
or so we say
is of two into one
And thus the flow
of a rivers run
two rivers flow into one
?
A remarkable distraction
and of unity
must first accept division
‘Tis so the ego predicts
separation
to consider itself above
and raise itself upon the pedestal
of love
Two become one
and for love so foreswear
but still hold fast
I give and so you must therefore accept
?
Or in taken must first be given
but by conundrum
denounce its intention
Such a pliant thing
this thing of love
to be molded thus
Still to ease its heart
unquestioned
is but a flippant morsel
of loves invention
One into two
is the ocean
and of love is its attributes recognition
One flows into two
Everybody deserves a day off,
even corporate pimps
Let somebody else watch the Madison Avenue whores
advertise their seductive cable street wares
Conscript the company pimp wannabe intern simps
Then issue frequent frequency warnings
to the parents,
telling them to shield the children's eyes ...
But do not attempt,
do not attempt to dilute or disguise
the visual sale messages with clumsy adult lies
Though B of D executives will foreswear otherwise
It's on me ... so take that day off, corporate pimps
Just remember to text the memo
to all the legal department gumshoe limps
Should any dark net pirate intercept
this encrypted communique,
of which their security breaching eyes are not
authorized to read
The strict protocol after being cyber hacked,
is to disavow any disseminated classified company
market philosophy
Nevertheless, let the corporate pimps
enjoy their easily earned day off
in a consumer paid luxury hotel
Surrounded by pretty women dressed very skimp