All empty streets are paved with sleet,
it's not cold enough for a snowfall;
the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep,
he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall!
We expect some heavy snow, don't be caught cold;
power outrage is a possibility, buy candles
and stack up on food and check on friends;
mental health improves: if communication is good!
I spot the hot dog vendor with frozen face and eyes,
his steaming breath is a volcano fuming; he challenges
the brutal weather by rubbing his gloveless fingers;
he curses it aloud: who thinks is mad when he yells?
Wild kids run by the hot dog stand and poke fun at him
saying, " Santa is another fat grinch, he offers nothing! "
" My two children are hungry! " He chases after them;
I hand him a twenty dollars bill: he can't stop smiling!
an automat whose orbs of light
reflect and touch the void of night
a refuge from the twenties’ roar
trapped in her thoughts without a door
a table, cup and gloveless hand
alone together in her land
a bowl of fruit that sits behind:
the 'still life' and her state of mind.
Wall street bells have a happier note,
their shaking fists, hands have confidence more,
in the surrounds of New York stock exchange,
camaraderie back with hugs and pats,
can now shake gloveless hands to say congrats,
voices blare out through their coffee stained teeth,
no more suffocation, breath behind masks,
heaven’s stars have changed bringing leader astute,
countries health is restored, death bids
adieu,
vaccine has silenced the screams of deluge,
people flow on streets after fresh monsoon,
restaurant crowds enjoying freedom true,
the war is over and peace reigns again,
time to salute stars and stripes in blue!
7th placement Premier contest
Written 13/11/2020
LMILTON HANKINS
2021 USA Visionary
14 lines, free verse
A dreary mist kisses your weary eyes
A theory missed this is for eerie lies
I'm a lover loving the loveless
Rhyme a cover shoving the gloveless
Please show me one verse to hold dear
Tease though see one worse to cold fear
Fears hold my heart hostage
Tears scold my art wastage
Think before you speak
Blink before you seek
Pit vipers sink swiftly
Bit wipers think thrifty
Hold a candle to the wind
Sold a handle to the sinned
A dreary mist kisses your weary eyes
A teary tryst misses your bleary eyes
Windless, the somber winter shore is welded
imperceptibly to the ashen water, the
horizon hemmed by distant dams of fog.
Advance, advance.
Gloveless, the chalky hands stand out
starkly in the pervasive greyness,
charcoal vestments completing
the monochromatic movement.
Disperse, disperse.
Gritless, the soft sand absorbs all.
The solemn sea tastes of tears,
warmer water, almost amniotic,
the all-mother's hypnotic allure.
Recede, recede.
Relentless, a distant bell dutifully tolls.
The shivering figure rises, reluctantly
trudging to the waiting limousine.
Return, return.
February 5, 2016
Battle of the Sexes
Communication void of substance goes unheard,
Imaginary words sounding so absurd!
Relationships, luster lacking is loveless,
Feels like cold hands that are gloveless!
Take heed, the mind, body and soul have needs!
Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 2/2/16
Submitted for contest: One liners 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 WHEN ONE LINE IS NEVER ENOUGH
Sponsored by: Bev Smith
In the ring alone,
Gloveless and silent
The competitor walks down
Challenge in his eyes
Is that what he wants
Who is better, who's stronger
It is my ring now,
I'm in the centre
Yet putting on his gloves
He steals the middle
Interrupting my silence,
My gloveless moment
And I just stand firm
I will not give in
Blow me, black me out,
I will still remain gloveless
In their corner, far away
I won't challenge by a fight
My soul may not feel alright
But I will still stand firm
I will avoid the wrestle
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