hair porcupine quills glow
white hot needles sow
I watch roaches breed with
gecko crap pasted on walls
black confetti malls do not stock
rock steady my vacant dock
graves float gaping gasps
sister screamed a wall they
will erect !
lips rubescent glance
packing, clacking, hacking
cups singing neurotic with
chaucer saucers doomed
gossip eating fish with chips
I observe shadowed eyes
kohl pen did not snore
shattering nerves like flies
east winds carry me
blustering mission
profile glistening white
aura black magnetic
authentic not synthetic
marshmallow lips raspberry
rouged, black cat may not
grasp an inch of caboose
I will return afresh
karma is a vixen witch
clicking switch
when signals hitch ~
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
HONOURABLE WINNER
IMAGE POEM, Allpoetry.com
June’26
Assessor: “The chaos of darkness brings a cracked smile, the quizzical design of words has the reader wanting to pull up a chair, and stay awhile - whimsical and quirky…”
Life is just a long or short journey,
for every creature in this world,
that includes birth, growth, death
and reincarnation or rebirth in the
One and only Infinite Being
of Eternal Conscious Existence or God,
where the main real objective and purpose of it is
for God to realize and know Himself,
through that of all of His
highest evolved forms in creation,
which are human beings,
be it any man or woman,
by a process of Involution and Realization
as being Omnipresent, Infinite and Eternal
and to experience,
for those who attain the goal;
which can only be attained here on the earth,
the infinite divine power, knowledge, love and bliss,
which are all the very essence and true nature
of That Indivisible and Unfathomable Creator.
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looking down on you
you're crashing waves foaming
in anger you roar
heart lacks tact
face flushes crimson
eye contact
lip quivers
taken by his smile
she shivers
a phone rings
breaking the tether
heart still sings
heart lacks tact
taken by his smile
heart still sings
Sparkling bright in every smile,
Turning gray days to warmth awhile.
Calming words, a graceful touch,
Enchanting hearts that mean so much.
Like Willows woven in a glance,
Charm invites us all to dance.
For once in my whole life, I did see not;
What is wrong from the right angle of view,
But been just has really hasten my shot...
To get tough handling matters without clue.
Which saddened my heart afterwards to learn,
The other side of the point not researched...
Cum unjust conclusion felt off concern,
Yet succumb not to view insight perched.
With bumps, face romances fearful death's hand,
At reach jogging heart near the hole of time...
Where difference between minute and hour, sand
Eon's alacrity without fear behind crime.
But grace and shame don't pin merciful space,
Like how repentance and favour hack case.
Amid the noisy fair of earthly cheer,
Where traders shouted loud like thunder thrown,
Where silks and spices shimmered far and near,
And every breeze told tales the summer’d known—
There moved a maid, more radiant than the day,
Whose quiet grace made even chaos still;
The finest goods seemed dull along her way,
For none could match the charm she bore at will.
The goldsmith’s chains, though shaped with master’s care,
Could never shine as softly as her face;
The merchant’s jewels, rare beyond compare,
Turned pale beside her unassuming grace.
Her eyes—two lanterns sparked by heaven’s fire—
Held such warm wonder time forgot to flow;
And in my chest stirred something like desire,
A tender ache I’d thought I'd ceased to know.
But then the crowd—a restless, shifting sea—
Closed in around her and she slipped from sight;
And though she left no trace for eyes to see,
Her presence lingered, gentle as the night.
For in that passing glance, so brief, so rare,
She lit a spark no shadows can dispel;
And ever since, my heart, though wandering where,
Still guards her glow—the spark she left to dwell.
Written: October 04, 2025, for contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Soft longing glows
beneath the rose
of glances brushed in hush and height
and if her gaze
should set ablaze—
don't draw me away from that sight.
Your glance thrills deep to my marrow,
As if struck by love’s tingling arrow
your gaze hides a love
entrenched deep within your heart
peeking through the veil
a shy glance that holds my world
like dahlia blooms all seasons
Loving From Afar
Staring at you even only from a distance
Is enough for me even without a chance
Your presence I always got from a glance
Making my heart comes out to dance
Suitor of a dream, catching a midnight
Sailor in the sea, waiting for a twilight
Breaking the horizon, nearly left to right
Loving from afar is like losing on a fight
The hundreds of but, what if’s, and maybe
Are the cycles of love and what it can be
It may be romance, subtle, or tragedy
Just like loving you without knowing me
But no courage to show the feelings inside
Doubts are dominating with fears alongside
Beats of the heart doubled like a riptide
But I will always here loving by your side
An angel glanced at me today
and as an angel's glance should be
it pierced my cloistered heart so deep
so ceased it for a moment's beat
and yet it also raced, this heart,
that angel owned since yet we met.
For whether 'tis the early dawn
or present clouded sunset days
my angel owns me with her glance
It was just a glance, a spark that locked me in the prison of my thoughts,
a hazy dream that repeats every night like the refrain of a lost soul,
never close, yet never far, you were a constellation illuminating every corner,
I found you in crowds and empty rooms, your face lived in every reflection of my gaze.
You were never truly there, but I was, feeling the vibration of your every smile,
in the silence of my tears was born the echo of longing, a symphony of silent suffering,
you remained a stranger, an unsolved enigma, I unraveled like a dream at dawn,
you never saw me, but I built sandcastles around an ephemeral smile.
Sometimes I laugh at myself, other times my eyes betray my heart like windows to a hidden world,
it wasn't love, but just a search for meaning on a distant, illusory horizon,
a labyrinth of the soul in which I got lost seeking you, seeking myself.
The deepest pain is not that you left, but knowing you were just a mirage,
a dance of shadows on the wall of my soul, leaving behind an eternal void,
an echo of a presence that was never real, but burned like a falling star.
One glance at your face
Saw your eyes,
outer space.
Saw your smile,
heartbeat race.
A Perfect mixture,
love by a glance.
I watch you walking,
You caught me by surprise.
I almost dropped to the floor
looking into your eyes,
the whole world stopped.
I need to give you a try.
A Perfect mixture,
love and eyeing.
Gods creativity is at display,
You drew this girl with a pen of flame.
I looked again and there she reigned.
A Perfect mixture,
loves now ingrained.
She’s pretty like a house in Spain.
My heart took a picture,
now she’s framed.
And now it’s a matter of time,
I can’t get you out of my brain
My love please just be mine
Perfect mixture,
love in mind.
I’ll try my best,
Please give me a try,
Don’t let this love fail,
I don’t want to cry.
Oh no, you said no,
is it my face?
Oh no, you said no,
this feeling I can’t shake.
But just know i’ve tried.
I would’ve returned for one last dance,
but because I meant nothing,
you gave him a chance.
A Perfect mixture,
love by a glance.
As I conjugate my verbs I lock eyes with the one person I want to see. If I catch her looking back is she looking at or through me?
Her scent assaults my nostrils and I can feel the sweat begin to pour. If she sent her scent my way does she want to send me more?
Could I begin to understand flirting if I view it as a game? If I lose the game I was taught does the teacher take the blame?
I've tried to understand the opposite sex, but to no avail. It's very lonely in my head and my heart is just as frail.
CBT helped in no way as I'm just as sweaty when I try to tell you I feel the same way.
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