Sifting through the same old fusillade,
sorry but you missed your target.
Brushing off the bob and weave,
sent it right back to you.
Can't beat the shadow
who learned to move.
You taught me
to win
out.
Categories:
fusillade, confidence, emotions, feelings,
Form: Nonet
days are dust
co+war+d/ice
but to eliminate the evangelical —
archfiends of madness reign.
fractured fantasies flirt with fugitive flesh
dilapidated dumpsters
desire's discarded gentleness
crepuscular crescent moon casts a gaudy glow
stolen scripts
where shadowy figures entwine and go
sordid snippets stutter
a scandalous serenade
echoing eerie echoes
as the night's darkness is made
surrender to the wanton waltz of vice
this baroque brothel of broken dreams
beauty is a sublime
palliative profundity puckers
puckered lips proclaim
sweetness of surrender
succumb to pain
this fusillade of fetid fever
find my thrall
blessed bondage to the maelstrom
where madness is the only law
Categories:
fusillade, dark,
Form: Free verse
The cacophony of headlines spills into homes.
Living rooms swell with images of death.
Horror hails against insulated windows...
A fusillade of destruction and trauma
Resonating in a global conscience.
Barrages of how's and why's rally...
...between...
brothers, sisters;
wives, husbands;
fathers, mothers;
sons, daughters.
All comsuming blitz of bewilderment.
Disbelief pierced by shrapnal of reality.
Darkness, without peace, smothers Europe
again
Categories:
fusillade, war,
Form: Free verse
One damp misty dawn
I felt mysteriously drawn
Grey foggy-hill-prone,
In a rain-drained chill
I trudged to top of the hill
A bit drowsy still,
And a fusillade
Of clouds left me feel lifted,
Or more misty head!
__________________________
A set of three Haikus
Reminiscing |01.06.2021|
Poet’s note: Feeling lifted, elated, ecstatic, or a bit euphoric, the wise world that we live in might call this as being misty-head, if not mad!
Categories:
fusillade, morning, mountains,
Form: Haiku
rising to the surface
scents
a fusillade
not quite stitched together
tangled
like shoelaces and children
this freed power of garden growth
nourished by
the sun break mirth of morning
an easy elegance, a pulse
to loosen the reserve of living
blooms, a messy vibrancy
like coloring outside the lines
bountiful
unfolding in waves
its wash of forgetfulness
essential
like clouds dragged to drift
Written: June 26, 2021
Revised January 22, 2023
Your Selection Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
fusillade, appreciation, earth, garden, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
SEIGE
Rifle fire. Breaking glass. The hotel screams.
Heart thumping against my ribs and chest,
I note the shooting direction.
Cops taught me that, last time.
Or was it the one before?
I’m up to number four.
My best friend , ashen- faced, rushes towards
the main entrance . No, wait, Danny, wait!
But he flees, risking a fusillade of bullets.
I take a chance on the side door. Rip off my red Tee Shirt.
Bright colours attract attention. Scale a wall, that was close.
Blood drips from my hand.
Superficial scratch, not worth a mention.
Running barefoot, I zig-zag, along the beach.
It’s dense with smoke. Zing of gunfire, acrid
air. I gasp for breath.
A rat on the run, I grab likely shelter, a drain.
Shouts, shots, boots running past.
It’s cramped , damp and mouldy.
One hour? Two? Who knew.
The stutter of gunfire and sirens fade
into the slosh of waves, the cry of a gull.
Trembling, I slither to the entrance.
Fumble for the phone. Dial my best buddy.
Danny doesn’t pick up.
Categories:
fusillade, 10th grade, conflict, confusion,
Form: Free verse
Sitting still in a car,looking out
And listening within
A bright blue wintry sky punctuated
With land mines
Soft sunshine painting roofs
Amid the shattered ruins of Aleppo
Undressed trees coated with a silvery frost
And the pain of wounded children
A quiet peace broken
By the fusillade of firepower
Birds flutter
While shells burst overhead
Two worlds apart
Combined in one person
Listening and watching
Serenity and insanity
Incongruously together.
Categories:
fusillade, peace, war,
Form: Free verse
For my soul, for my sweetheart,
Uniting the stars, You flickered my soul!
Removing the Insight darkness,You rose my heart!
The flame igniting the passion of love towards each other was certainly inevitable!
The shore on the sea of my destiny is silent without your vibrations!
The fruitful journey accompanying each other is been getting more & more meaningful as the years are passed!
The fate of life.. "binded me with you Suyog" for carrying this beautiful relation!
Thanks god for acting as a mediator, Connecting me with the wonderful soul I am accompanying herewith!
Life sometimes posing with the ambiguous puzzles in my perplexed situation are easily solved being with you!
The benevolent concern by You always chimes my heart!
Spinning the protective cocoons, You vibrantly weaved every paces in my life in a desired manner!
You always heal my heart keeping me in Your secured nutshell!
Fusillade of kisses blow all the way through my heart for my Sweetheart!
Love the way you are,Happy Valentines day my darling Hubby!!
Categories:
fusillade, beautiful, blessing, desire, feelings,
Form: Prose
Come with me
into the meadow of the mind
where God is found. Its ambience
is of reflection, and cannot be earned.
It is the ringing in the far-off hills,
never heard above the silence of the damned.
It is the glimmer of the light
just after sundown as it falls
upon the facing cliffs that form
the walls of dreams.
It is the unpretentious whispering of love
relentless patriots will always bury
underneath the fusillade of war.
So limns the meadowland of God,
footprint of the divine.
It is too much to worship, venerate or pray to.
Too much to wrap around reality
or ever simulate or hold above our heads.
It is not to understand; for
God may not be any where...
at all.
~
Categories:
fusillade, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Fusillade! The thunder throbbed merrily
As the grassy hay in the stable clamped the baby lad
Involuntarily, intoxicated tears started running mad
Huge hand stroke beard, eyes lashes blushed wearily.
Rambling on tarragon path with lively pasture
Glaring, jealous eyes creep-ed, must be the son of the herdsman,
Who tickled the plants, poked the animals and sent obloquy to man
They engraved a cave, o! Capture that creature.
He must not stay, a mutant from the pit of sea
Mistrial, voices rattled, real alien some tittle-tattled,
Shackles raised, skin bruised, gallows set, parents fled,
Thunder scared, cloud dark and disdain, lightening too blind to see.
Just infusion, the choric birds racked bitterly,
He will be back, majestically.
Categories:
fusillade, inspirational, visionary,
Form: Sonnet
Boastful Julyfest!
Vivid fusillade dazzles -
Mocks cosmic revolt.
Categories:
fusillade, holiday,
Form: Haiku
See this now:
Easter 1916
Two
roads dissapated from
blacktop to
gravel to
dirt.
Two roads driving through the Emerald Isle parralell to one
another-
or was it X and why?
a perverse axis, perpendicular, split in
the tumultuous fit?
Its almost like the rising never happened, its
almost like the battle wasn't won.
A bloody easter, a bloody nation,
freedom bought by fusillade and flame, fear flown
from the muzzle of a patriot's gun.
And now a new flag rises in hope of victory and final peace.
It is an Irish banner
a radiant pennon of Green, of
Orange,
of White,
A flag of dreams for paddies just like me,
waiting for the call to arms,
the march towards victory.
Clan-na-Gael at your doorstep, baby!
Clan-na-Gael armed and ready!
You can wash that down with a protestant cake!
Categories:
fusillade, peace
Form: I do not know?
The
rain
had stopped,
the padre
uttered a prayer-
a fusillade broke the silence.
Categories:
fusillade, death, war,
Form: Fibonacci