three aliens camped out in the desert in the heat of the day
Their skin which had been green, turned a tiny bit more gloomily gray
They were huddled around a campfire or was it a TV?
I tried to tiptoe past them, hoping their intentions were friendly
One of them pointed and my head began to twirl around my neck
It rotated three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle, what the heck?
the aliens laughed; one of them handed me a tin full of beer
I did not dare reject it, because I was now trembling with fear
funny stories were told in their alien language, which I did not know.
I was relieved at two thirty-five a.m. when they finally let me go.
they had a giggle that clued me as to when I should laugh
I ran all the way home to hug my cuddly, a furry giraffe.
Laura was looking back at him:
A coat for the first fine time trim,
A new eye glass with a gold rim
But Luther still not looking slim,
His bright eyes now gloomily dim...
Laura had this long sung to him
Like a Blues' tune, no, like a hymn,
Even as he bought her a SIM
"Don't be cup filled to its brim:
Weight you watch: yield to no whim".
Laura weighing Guy for an affair:
In it two things still interfere.
I have a picture of a barren land,
a moldy tree devoid of fruit and leaves.
Above the moon amid clouds rise gloomily
as no rays reaches the muddy land.
Look behind the tree, you'll see me there.
An evil stench carried on the night breeze,
sounds of horror coming from the dead
as clouds hide even the small consolation
of the rising full moon, yellow and bane.
Virulence rules, malevolence masters.
The breeze turns into a whipping wind
moans of ghouls and demons uncouth,
peace and common sense buried in the mud.
A cat named Satan walks up to a tree,
Scaly, sallow skin, corrugated and cold
evil eyes, oozing blood, look balefully at me.
Yet I am strong, I never give in.
I fought the inner demon and I won.
Tribulations come our way,
Temptations come, temptations go
for God will always care for me.
Petals seem to perspire; pearls of crystal dew drops glare
Sun rays, finding them hurdle in kissing each flower
Dries them off mercilessly; falls on flowers naked
Shyness spread wings; touch-me-not gloomily gets faded
Upon bold roses and lilies butterflies romance
Nectar, within, vitality-built, their love enhance
Several rainbows levitate over long landscape
Shame-filled on their colorlessness, virgin clouds escape
Flocks of birds, on sky-canvas, colorful designs draw,
O sweet spring, at your grand arrival, I stand in awe...!
08 March 2022
Form I - Imagism - New poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
inhaled sublime fragrance floating around me,
imbibed radiance of the gleaming roses red
gradually those flowers are losing their beauty,
their lustrous sheen and hues diminishing instead
on the floor parched petals lying hopelessly dead!
my heart aches mournfully to see them gloomily fall
eventually their shimmering petals on the floor
but who can escape destiny's inevitable call,
decay of a sublime beauty - never felt before
life is transient and fleeting, a realization pure ~
wheel of daily life goes on - never stops
does not wait for anyone to sob and cry
poignant dreams do not disappear like dewdrops,
grand aspirations reaching the sky
never losing profound passion, soar high ~
February 28, 2022
A Brian Strand 1095 Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
Shouldn’t we readily agree,
Not to it like a decree,
Feeling really very free,
Unlike the under-lock-and-key,
That glances are for lent newspapers,
That shouldn’t in the borrowers hands last?
And to a reader, the foremost of his helpers,
Subduing the passages fast?
Men at the fascinating linger a glance,
But at The Suspicious glances steal,
Like detectives do on any sneaking chance,
With the demand for them damned real,
Every fired momentary glance,
Still a penetrative lance:
The would-have-been-good-enough,
For Prophet Elijah’s finishing off,
By the Baal Worshippers in a war dance,
And about him long begun to prance.
Normal glance: an attention in The Military,
Let alone The Stolen of the Gloomily Solitary,
With a frightful interest in Suicide,
But also appraising the merits of Genocide.
Hatch though glances do the poorest in detail,
Most of their reports rather a retail,
The looker furnishing scant contentment,
His eyes giving a fresh employment:
The longer look of curiosity that wasted the cat,
And demeanor of one who’d soon smell some rat.
Mango season, for us, is a celebration,
Our eyes are on enthusiastic elation;
In sunlight, they shine in golden green,
We children gather to witness the scene;
Though we have our mangroves,
Neighbor’s is tastier; reason none knows;
As throwing stones at them prohibited,
And plucking these get us exhibited;
We wait for some good crow or parrot,
To push one for us as though some merit;
Bird-pecked mangoes seem tastier,
‘They’re God’s graces’, some whisper;
When one eats others seem to salivate,
To bite the bitten one, for our turn we wait;
Stealing mangoes is a childhood fun,
The owner’s dog chases us and we run;
The owner joins his dog and leaps,
Though within him childhood peeps;
Mangoes hundreds we may have at home,
Yet, each stolen one is a diamond dome;
Once the season goes we get gloomily shut,
Like the squirrel that loses the mango-nut;
Our dreams we cherish golden mangoes,
Sucking them merrily we dance tangos;
Though not thieves, we do good stealing,
Guavas and mangoes with no guilt feeling;
If you too have been doing so please tell us,
If what we have done is sin, kindly forgive us!
14 June 2021
Spookily Bookily
Dramatic apogee
Edgar A. Poe's verses
Death from curses
Quite artistically
characteristically
His poems were renowned
to be profound
Gloomily Doomily
So methodically
he wrote of never more
and sweet Lenore
Poe was positively
Imaginatively
authoring horrid themes
to dire extremes
Foolishly Ghoulishly
Did Poe write lucidly
Now dearly departed
Tell Tale Hearted
Poems were tactical
Anticlimactical
He wrote of misery
and mystery
January 9th, 2021
Double Dactyl Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
The invading alien came near.
A harbinger of ill will I thought,
paralyzed with overwhelming fear
that it was our abduction he sought.
I called on all the spirits I knew,
vampires, mages, goblins, and a ghost;
a town hall meeting with the whole crew,
I gloomily guessed we were all toast.
There will be no blood feasting tonight,
no trickery, nor ghastly grim acts.
We must expel this hideous sight
before our consciousness he extracts.
Our stance is extra cautionary–
defy his diabolical plan.
Be strong and judiciously wary,
and vote ‘Yea’ for an Alien Ban.
The alien arose and stood tall.
“Hey dudes, chill. I'm not evil, nor mean.
I came here only to wish you all
a neighborly Happy Halloween!”
In an ancient castle, in a terrible, sorrowful dungeon,
The guide showed the tourists a skeletons scatter.
Tourists whispered in horror: - Who dumps them?
The guide gloomily dropped: - It is already not matter,
Irrelevant who they are, but ask yourself:- Why?
People attempted to save money on guide?
Repentance I gain;
Defective heart within.
Opium to suppress the pain;
Palsy sets within.
Strangle my soul;
Timorous soul.
Imminent death, tomorrow,
Volatile soul.
Forsaken love,
Disintegrate.
Hell, up above
Gloomily, I generate.
Ripe soul, anew,
Obey the cry.
Steal affection knew.
Trek tirelessly, die.
Keeper of day
Leer not at night.
Outlive, you may.
Petrify, you might.
Maintain the majesty;
Appease your hunger.
Cleave to the clarity.
Yonder, there’s thunder.
Sumptuous clouds,
Relax, don’t cry.
Prowl out loud.
Shamefully die.
Not a light's kiss
Slow dispersal of bliss
We came a long way
Expectations turned sore
It breaks my heart today
That my dear friend is no more
Childhood's banter memories
All faded gloomily by death's kiss.
Life is just simply complicated
And when I realized it, I literally hated
The terrible illusions that my mind created
Broke me and my confidence deteriorated
Can't I just live without knowing the truth
The truth is always bitter
Like a terrified owl's hoot
I was happy living with the lie
Knowing the truth made me cry
In that false world, I was flying high
Not knowing that it was a false sky
I have no more guts to try
Or live like before once again
I can't just bear any more pain
The clouds are shedding their tears
And I am vanishing in my fears
I am lost somewhere
The empty streets, I gloomily stare
Now no one knows I am still there
Watching them from a distance
I stay away from them with a lot of resistance
I am now omnipresent.
Twas darkness upon the quietly residing heath...
And deathly was the sullen red sandstone tower...
Standing gloomily inside the masons dry-stone walls
Amidst toppling granite slabs and the faded, wilting flower.
Solemn was the chime of the hollow, mournful bell
When tolling out on midnights grimly sombre hour;
And thinly the swirling, unearthly mist
Did so wend abouts her silent, melancholic bower.
Where from a fronded yew of venerable years,
Besides ancient trunks of ivy-entwined gnarly oak,
A chilling screech from a sudden ghostly apparition...
Summoning upon waking resident souls - did thus invoke!
For pale his form in soft white downy flight...
But none paler than that of me...
As across from the stream, held by an unblinking stare -
My shaky fears are transfixed so unnervingly!
Oh wise old feathered sage of long owl-lived age,
Unctuous incumbent of learned perch within black night,
Allow this the moment to calm my pounding heart...
And catch upon my fleeing thoughts - after such a wicked fright!!
Brown late winter slush
Wrapping roads in lukewarm hugs
Gloomily cozy
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