The 5th Symphony
is the terribly great symphony that scarred the sky
The 5th Symphony
is in the hands of the conductor
with skin like the bitter Prussian snow,
and the eyes of a starless night
The 5th Symphony is played
in the tempo of War,
with the opera of mourning
in the Key of Retribution
The melting of a city made of gold.
The angel of Revenge
forges the weapons
for the sons of Injustice, Wrath, and Survival.
Gardens of peace offerings, swallowed in fire.
before their ghosts could whisk away
the arrows that clothed the ash
were fallen unto them
The edge of the blade condemns the Emperors, and their wives,
yea, even their handmaids to the Pit of Sheol
and their souls are rended apart, down to the dust of the dust,
even before they descend
Categories:
handmaids, deep, murder, music,
Form: Free verse
In the quiescent quietude of a tranquil June night
Stood Queen Moon in her diadem with an entourage of handmaids
Her shimmering rays like a slithering silvery stream
Came down sliding, slanting and crashing
Turning the night into one of fluorescent effulgence
June.8.2022
~Placed Seventh~
The Moon in June Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
handmaids, beauty, moon, night,
Form: Free verse
The King’s Fruit
White apple blossom petals fall like castle fairy snow
Their sweet perfume replaced by tiny green clustered globes
Vying for the knighted honor as the one royal King’s Fruit
When ladybugs arrive in polkadot armor as handmaids resolute
To do battle with pests that leave their sticky stain on virgin leaves
Till the chosen reach autumnal monarch maturity.
5-18-21
Contest: Bite Size Poem 3
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Apple blossoms come in clusters of five or six flowers. Many turn into a tiny globe that could become an apple. As each globe starts to grow they need to be thinned leaving only the largest and healthiest apple. This apple is called “the King’s Fruit.”
Ladybugs are the natural predators of aphids that damaging the foliage and developing apples leaving a sticky residue on leaves. Ladybugs arrive in the spring all on their own. Little miracles.
Categories:
handmaids, autumn, fruit, nature, spring,
Form: Rhyme
Underneath a Moonlit Sky
Underneath a moonlit sky
Amid falling leaves
Of salty foam fans
Celestial sisters
Point
To a guiding star
When a rudderless heart
Navigates
Straight for hard and rocky teeth
Or too close to the black hole
Of swirling currents
Imploding
The surface tension
Asking handmaids –
Sisters
Of the sand
And seashore –
Calm waves
And sea caves
Wearing silk of soft
Undulating
Waves
And red coral crowns –
Ride on silver dolphins
As guardians and guides
Through the narrow needle’s eye
For the hapless heart
Past spinning fury,
Laughing,
Or dilemma’s devouring teeth,
Drowning out the siren’s song
Of deadly enchantments
With sweet lyrical tides of beauty
Leading
Into the chalice of safe harbor –
Choosing
A compass of compassion’s grace
To set a new course beneath
Watchful,
Heavenly eyes-
With renewed love of life -
Embraced
By the beauty of nourishing nectar
From the sea’s bountiful fountain
Underneath a moonlit sky.
8-1-20
Title Chosen; Beneath a Moonlit Sky
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
handmaids, life, moon, sea, stars,
Form: Free verse
Of what mystery
bathes a mantle
of dazzling stars,
robed in golden beads
as wisps of feathers
reel along a breeze
ordained to welcome
autumn’s descent;
while fireflies roam
pirouetting on trees
with amber leaves
that herald
November’s poise:
gently, dusk changes
its skin to fine tones
so golden like hues
of a new moon.
This yellow twill
inflames night’s kohl
where handmaids of wind
glide beneath my feet,
as the mild streak of
quietude abides…
calm in its wild blend.
Contest :Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
1/13/2016
Categories:
handmaids, autumn,
Form: Verse
I must have met her slowly wandering
Along a bushy stream, her locks breeze-tossed
With cheeks a pinkish rush, fair more than Spring,
And I, a woodsman dared to come across
This Lady lounging poised among the grass.
Her sunlit face wore off into a gloom
Beneath a tangled pine from which fresh scent
Grew drowsy like her Gaelic robe cast down
While handmaids trailed nearby,with wreaths abloom
Behind the rays, deep was her discontent.
In mild chatters, I heard a lonely spill
Bethroed to a Lord she was not inclined
To offer hand, stirring blue eyes, wind-chilled
And watching her from lilies on the vine,
Her beauty sad cascading through mountains,
More sad than black,or all that black can pour.
Adored privately, I longed to hold her arms
Where splashed the murmur of this my heart's veins
With all her loveliness did she implore,
As calm sorrow drained of her woodland charms.
Isaiah Zerbst: George D. Leslie's Contest
Nausikaa visual
Written by nette onclaaud
Categories:
handmaids, beauty, sad,
Form: Rhyme
fluorescent trees bathe in the scent
of a citrus mid-evening,
fingertips tracing lemon stars
as roots house the very veins that
wake the smell of quietude: of what
mystery wets the blanket
of sparkling air robed in yellow mist,
as wisps of neon feathers rub
breezes ordained only for crickets
winging threads of flowered hair… hush!
the settling night induces a thousand
births of newborn seeds, seeds gaping
primeval rebirth stirring the flavor
of another late night in hints of amber,
and dusk slowly changes her skin
to finest tone so golden like wickers
of coming dawn… this is my kind of yellow
a burst of light where handmaids of wind
glide beneath my feet, the lake and dune…
this halo ever flickering through eyes’ palette
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For Broan Strand 265
Categories:
handmaids, color, emotions, image,
Form: Light Verse