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Ascension

White clouds furl into the day
A veil o'er the celeste sky
Where Christ is taken away 
Our heavenly home draws nigh

Pro Life Chop Shop

Pro life chop shops
sanctity botched
chain your baby makers
inspect your baby’s crotch 
laws ban
lives hang
hangers wrought and bought
the worst of how we’re natured

belts
you’re just another notch

fit in
or sin
resisting a rest
existing erased
pop up chop shops
for furl of brow and fraught 
the worst of how we’re natured

belts
you’re just another notch




Composed for Emo-Music Inspired Poems
Poetry Contest by B.J. Fitz

Vanishing Ink

Memories flutter like Post-It notes,   
   with scribbles faint and worn.
Reminders fade in the winds they’ve made,
   my pages are tattered and torn.
Notes twist and swirl, then dip and curl, 
   in a wild and frantic breeze.
A cyclone spins where thoughts have been,
   scattering all my memories.

Papers alight and suddenly take flight,  
    spinning frantically far and near.
But the harder I try, the stronger they fly,
   increasingly more unclear.
I feel bold and reach to hold—
   but my notes slip further away.
And piece by piece, I lose my peace,
   as my library fades to gray.

The scattered scraps come fluttering back, 
   then flicker, furl, and flee.
A swift retreat, my memories fleet,   
   I’m not who I used to be. 
An unraveling mind, fading line by line, 
   my life in vanishing ink.
Clinging to time and what’s left of my mind, 
   my sanity is on the brink.

But the yellow storm still rages on,   
   the cruel winds blow with might,
And time will steal all that was real,    
   ‘til there’s nothing left but night.

-Edward

The Cowgirl

Like her folks
She smokes
Rough shirts 
On Jean skirts 
Though a chiller
She looks a killer
Her mushroom-cat
Is half-eaten by a rat
No mosquito hurts her 
In her presence I'm in stir
Why this sadness on her face?
Did she fail in any competition race?
Do not be worried, O, my strong little girl.
Don’t leaves and flowers in winter wind furl?

Spiritual

She was just so darn spiritual, was not of this world 
Like a whispered mist before you, she would un-furl

Rendering you into a such a non-conscionable state
“Till you were onto her level where you could relate

Captured yet strange not once held with any chains
Once in your thoughts your attention she entertains

Loosening emotions, that before were never notions
Releasing within you, so, heart rendering explosions

To a lesser man, she would be considered as brazen
But to her, within, she holds no such, discrimination

The freedom she gives leaves thoughts so unbridled
One becomes brave, and to her ego feels so entitled

As she believes a mind trapped should only be freed
No need to others to bow down no need to concede

When notions within you, those yet to be conceived
Ready now to be understood knowledge is achieved

One may die trying, but till then one has never lived
A real concept of life and what it’s like to be bridged

Bent Askew

Bent askew, with shadow straight as a die
reflecting my every move and mood
I dwelt upon the hidden grace of being bent.
For curved things are strangely stronger
than straight things, so rare in nature.
So prone to shatter to pick-up-sticks, straight bits
when compliant and inflexible.
Fearing the wind will turn you into a statue
if you flap, furl, curl and yield to change,
and take a backward step, arching back,
away from the straightforward.

Rhythm Innate Chanso

Diamond due droplets
Adorn fresh flowers
Calm comely comets

Flowers nectar filled
Sway in Zen Zephyr
Petals curl furl frilled

Zen Zephyr scent wafts
Tempt the tender buds
Taunt the tough thriftlofts

Tender buds spread smiles
Unleash aroma
Swath in sublime styles

Aroma outspread
Soothes the ambiance
Euphoric moods wed

Ambiance gorgeous
Creaturely chorus


16 May 2023
TAKE A CHANCE ON A CHANSO Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables

Way

It's straight, I think, and gladly start,
Faith and hope and trust fill my heart;
Flora and fauna and fields fresh,
Climbers and creepers crawl enmesh...!

Trails with bushes and choke and block,
I twist and turn and thwack the lock;
Hills and vales and mountain- cliffs curl,
Way unto way many ways furl...!

Dogs and cats are part of the way,
Could cattle and hogs keep away;
Mild and wild are beasts of jungles,
Seem perplexed as though in bungles...!

Men and women rich and poor join,
Good and bad seem sides of same coin;
Yet, when Jesus says: I'm the way,
Who will, with him, succeed to stay...?

24 April 2023

Where I Am Free

WHERE I AM FREE


My freedom lies beyond 
the cloud of unknowingness
beyond mists of time where
I disappear into olive groves
which furl and unfurl in slow dawns

Here there are no gates
latches or rusty keys
nobody entices with tickets
to a show and gala gifts
dark chocolate or apple orchards

Where I am free translucent dragonflies  
and red quilts are escaping memories 
rooms filled with roses and ferns
or silky scarves do not exist
promises evaporate as steam 

Desires for dancing legs
warm marrow, wet kisses or
tears, scars are packaged 
like data bits with grapevines
Angels appear only to take a peep

Where I am free I do not exist
There dwells what you seek
and what you seek is an
illusion of Light which lives then
dies in milliseconds of ecstasy 

To touch it is to orchestrate 
melodies as a harmony of
unknown instruments to
convey Creation’s glances

Not all can come
where I am free !


GhairoDanielsPoetry2014

Autumn Atmosphere

fallen flowers furl
leaf paintings fill the weather ---
perplexed butterflies 


11 September 2022
Autumn in Nature - Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
PS Syllable Counter Used

Rose Capulet

What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By Any Other Name would smell as sweet

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

ROSE CAPULET

Put aside the rose by any other name, the dozen scent
of lover’s potent petals, exacting thorns that pierce the skin.
His soulmate’s countenance - like baby’s breath and intent.
Her pink pinched cheeks, soft as velvet, a bright budding win.

The lovely romance of Capulet adorned with thrilling furl.
Sweetness permeates from Shakespeare’s intervening,
phrase caught betwixt the feuding, an idyllic poetic pearl.
Cruel cessation of fluttering heartbeats - unforeseen things.

Juliet’s petals still - like Aurora’s lips longed to be kissed.*
Her Romeo clueless to her pretense downs caustic curse.
His rapturous love awakens — wan rose can only coexist
in the arms of death. Dagger turns rose red in abiding verse.

11/14/2021
Robert Liguori’s Rose Contest

*Aurora was the name of the fairytale’s Sleeping Beauty who was awakened by her prince with a kiss. Juliet was in a temporary coma
but Romeo never received her explanation letter.

In Contemplation of Autumn

when autumn leaves turn to gold
and our sun's ardor turns to cool
my heart finds deep peace and joy
in appreciation of life's universal cycles
of birth through youth to growth and wisdom

eventually all living things
give in to slumber to await renewal
such is the perpetual cosmic motion
of life to death to glorious rebirth

before our eyes at times beautiful and graceful
ever constant the intergalactic waves furl and unfurl 



Read on air by invitation  ~  September 8, 2021  'WORDS & MUSIC'

AP: 3rd place 2021

Posted on September 8, 2021

When Nature Smiles

When the trees sway
I become a bird
Clasp the branch
Swing, sing and play

When the flowers unroll
I become a bee
Plunge into the flower
Rinse my wavering soul

When the clouds furl 
I become a raindrop
Delve into an oyster
Turn into a shining pearl

When a chrysalis breaches
I become a butterfly
Unfold my wet wings
Virtues of life, I preach

When nature smiles
I emerge as a poet
Rend the veils and rules
Decipher knots and make it simple

June 14 2021

O, Lady

O, Lady!
Hard as barnacles
That block the silver skin
Of a Swan Boat
That sails errantly
Upon the Sea of Din
You are the Wave
That lifts that boat
Or sinks it in the mire
You are its ruby eyes that dim
Or flare with bright desire.

I cannot tell,
I cannot tell,
The reason
Why you go,
I’ll grip the rails
And furl the sails
And dumbly watch the snow.

Storm Warning

There’s a storm on the way, that will deliver a blow
No travel is advised, and it’s not because of snow
Visibility will be impacted so you better hunker down
It’s going to bring a flood, please try not to drown

You need to be prepared, so check your emergency kits
Replenish your batteries and make sure your life vest still fits
Batten down the hatches and furl your sail
Hold on tight, it’s going to be a fierce gale

You can weather this storm if you know what to do
Listen for the message that will help get you through
It’s going to hit really hard and it will hit very fast
This will not be the first and it won’t be the last

There are many storms of life that will cause a fuss
Pay attention to the exits and where you sit on the bus
If you choose the right captain, then you’ll make out alright
He will protect you from the storm and guide you through the night

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