Morning benedictions outside my window today
the week has ended and I have made it to Saturday
Leaning out my window I espy a beautiful blue jay
I drink in the silence, as the night fulminates away.
Categories:
fulminates, animal, morning,
Form: Rhyme Royal
A bonfire of guilt burns.
A tunnel of thoughts dismayed.
A timeline of wasted moments alive.
A lava of regret fulminates
in a sea of scrutiny, all flood and drown.
Some bad grades in a long forgotten test
An unwashed stain still causing pain.
The little slip ups of minor blunders
Messed up faux pas countless numbers.
All that reaps is not all that you sow
lessons packed within,
with every mistake I grow
Standing in their shoes...so well now I know.
Secrets stashed within dusty cupboard
hidden silhouettes never discovered
all overcomed by time, my mistakes in myriad.
Yes,..in my long list of myriad mistakes
There's only one that I will never overcome
The twinkle in your eyes...
that I mistook as love.
My fate still shines
in your two mistaken stars.
7th September 2019
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name Overcoming Mistakes
Categories:
fulminates, cry, destiny, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Once I sat engaged and hating
The alarming agony agonizing
I crave the heinous, horrendous horror
By the grave I saw the fulminates
That moment my soul grew bashing
My grave I'm not there yet
Living hell, yet still on the earth
Much I marveled the ranting evil
Someone help me it's horrible
Once I sat engaged and hating
The alarming agony agonizing
I crave the heinous, horrendous horror
By the grave I saw the fulminates
That moment my soul grew bashing
My grave I'm not there yet
Living hell, yet still on the earth
Much I marveled the ranting evil
Someone help me it's horrible
Categories:
fulminates, analogy, celebration,
Form: Free verse
Festering corpse of thoughts
. Fuelling resentment
. Fulminates as rage or
Fumes silently within.
Frequent let downs defeat
Failed attempts to attain
. Fulfillment dispirit.
Date Sept 23, 2016
Contest
PLEIADES F
Categories:
fulminates, deep, feelings,
Form: Verse
How scenic is phrenetic fantasy
Which fulminates within the manic mind
Yet hides inside synaptic revelry,
Articulated, yes, but hard to find?
The minor absolution one demands
From higher born authority than self
Is often found in foreign sounding lands
Or back of boxes hiding on the shelf.
The madness of the mad though sad is not
Without a nod transcendent, in a way;
Which forces Joyce to ponder over plot
And not which punctuation to display.
Now take your time and read Ulysses first,
Before the Wake of Finnegan is shown;
For Finnegan becomes eternal thirst
Where cognitive resolve remains unknown.
Now bitter battles still are fought with fire
In hallowed halls of higher learning fame
Where academic's fight against desire
To elevate James Joyce's brilliant name.
Finnegan's Wake can make a man go mad;
Incomprehensible at best, some say.
Such genius has a way of causing sad
Reverberations all along the way.
So read a Portrait of the Artist first
Then add Ulysses if you have the need;
But Finnegan's Wake - unquenchable thirst
A book to blow your brain and make it bleed.
Categories:
fulminates, dedication, sad,
Form: Quatrain