She keep the conversation superficial
never lending any experience or advice
not icily she be overly expressive in others
frequent disappearing acts
started with a potential romantic interest
everything is centered around meeting
new people
finding that special something
that would bring the current Statius of
your relationship to an end
new connections always centered around
a new connection that feeling of newness
without the lack of interest
a promise of something new
all while deceiving you
all without you as the main interest
your freinds and family never speaking
you and her as one
she allows people to sponge off your success
and allows people to undermined your
best effords
those then are seemed as more influentail
oppossed to your present state of mind
You know you are better off by yourself
and those you like and speak to get off
by your lack of ability to make the big score
The
reaper
comes to all.
No heart has he,
for he steals away
not only the old and
infirm, but also the young,
icily gripping them in their
trepidation when he’s in their sight
though some he takes as they sleep through the night.
If he should appear when you are conscious,
you should not fight against him, for if
your time to meet him is fated,
your prayers will go unheard.
Surrender to the cold
embrace of Death. He
shall carry you
to the warmth
of God’s
light.
The night wind was icily cold.
No herons or olive tree warblers flew,
Only hooded black ravens,
preying on the souls of lost men.
More red-pinkish flowers
dropped from the tree,
leaving the branches bare
until in a few days
the green leaves will sprout,
and the tree will remain flowerless,
an ugly sight, shunned by all.
Suddenly the wind dropped.
He felt despair, sullen and dejected.
Soon no one heard of him anymore.
Some say he hanged himself
upon the very tree that sheds its flora,
Others believed he fell on a stump
that pierced his bowels as he lived
a recluse amongst an unknown tribe.
Others made him their hero
just for the sake of being different.
But he was seen no more.
The icy night wind blew,
the Judas tree shed its odorless flowers,
as true lovers escaped to scented bowers.
ABSTRACT
bewitched
astonishment
beyond
belief
unassailable
impenetrable
intense
visionary
elaborate
iconography
explicated
icily
smooth
SETTINGS
spiralling
in situ
eliciting
sensation
dazzling
overarching
narrative
of
aesthetic
ornamentation
suspended
in
reflective
auras
of
tender
gaze
FEELINGS
emotional
intensity
emphasised
attributes
in
passionate
response
of
explicit
immediacy
enduring
sans
explanation
Judge me gently, as I am still a fledgling.
I avoid the pompous, gaudy and bling.
Swiftly simple suffice setting styles.
Abandoning artists amorous aisles.
Fingertips searching for contrite meaning.
Mind from one side to the other leaning.
Bringing forward a paradox of words.
Flowing and forming in flocks and herds.
Wistfully winding with wanderlust wending,
Beguiling bounty beyond beauty blending.
Meanings meander, melding misty metaphors.
Liquid amber, sweet honey seeping from pores
Innuendo intrigues, interest icily intended.
Read and reread and dutifully amended.
Bringing heights of pleasure yet forlorn.
Seeking perfection, my poem is born.
The rain seems more angry today
A cold stinging slap in the face
A wake-up call perhaps
It will soon cling
Icily sharp
On the edges
Of a colder wind
Glistening branches
Tinkling
In Christmas card glitter
Shiver
As we wait
For the frightening
Flicker of the lights
And
A cold darkness.
John G. Lawless
©3/14/2023
In this technological age
We don't trust easily
We take our own sweet time to gauge
Our neighbors icily
But if we get a friend request
On Facebook, Instagram
We accept it without protest
What a pretensive sham!
Gone are the days when we would help
A fellow in distress
Now we click pictures while he yelps
In pain and dire duress
Where has our humanity gone?
Our sense of friendly trust?
Who will help us if we're withdrawn?
Values, we must adjust.
20th February 2023
(A little too late for "Acquaintance and neighborhood" contest)
The one who controls the wind.
As a cushion for her feet
Drifted the dead dry leaves
Before her on the street,
Playfully lifted
A lock of her hair,
Caressed her cheek
With tender care,
Helped her along with
A following breeze,
Sang her a song through
Rustling boughed trees,
Escorted her unseen to
Her Lover’s embrace
Then silently turned
To leave that place.
Turned to face the wide sea
And with a despairing wail
Whipped up that ocean
With a tempestuous gale,
Worked out his rage
With one last desparate cry
Culminating with one
Last accepting sigh,
Lashed the waves
Against the shore
Then let peace
Reign once more.
Never looked for her again
Just breathed one icy breeze
Causing the town one
Early unseasonal freeze,
Causing she and her lover
To snuggle up in a tight embrace
As his goodbye breath icily
Kissed cool her face,
Then the one who controls the wind
That lovelorn one
Resolutly turned its back
And silently moved on.
Snow falling softly o’er the meadow
Banking against the old rail fence,
It creates a magnificent afterglow,
I haven’t seen like it before, or since
This display formed by the recent snow.
Ice crystals forming on dried stalks
Creating a wonderland of fairy castles,
Shining like bubbling neon on a jukebox
Tall gray goldenrods becoming tassels,
Glistening droplets on the dried phlox.
With the waxing sun, it shimmers
Tremulously as the wafting breeze pants
I recall in summer the meadow simmers
Full of vibrant, living warm weather plants
But now the meadow only icily glimmers.
Written December 1, 2022
The one who controls the wind
As a cushion for her feet
Drifted the dead dry leaves
Before her on the street
Playfully lifted
A lock of her hair
Caressed her cheek
With tender care
Helped her along with
A following breeze
Sang her a song through
Rustling boughed trees
Escorted her unseen to
Her Lover’s embrace
Then silently turned
To leave that place
Turned to face the wide sea
And with a despairing wail
Whipped up that ocean
With a tempestuous gale
Worked out his rage
With one last desparate cry
Culminating with one
Last accepting sigh
Lashed the waves
Against the shore
The let peace
Reign once more
Never looked for her again
Just breathed one icy breeze
Causing the town one
Early unseasonal freeze
Causing she and her lover
To snuggle up in a tight embrace
As his goodbye breath icily
Kissed cool her face
Then the one who controls the wind
That lovelorn one
Resolutly turned its back
And silently moved on.
Pale brimstone
emerge
on days windblown
hover
flower to flower
ducking Spring's sudden shower
Common butterflies so blue
each season
two
generations new
small heath marbled white
& speckled brown
so slow in flight
Winter's caterpillars
green & small
fragile miracles
to enthrall
No breeze tonight
trees pose
statuesque
flowers icily still
time slows
to a stop
Grasses stand
to attention's call
thought holds on pause
air has
that feel of fall
Once,summer green
then autumn gold
bedecked the ancient trees
now in silhouette
laid bare
mistletoed
in winter frieze
flurries of snow
fine & dry
on its branches lie
white stars scurry & shift
in piles
of patterned drifts
Icily cold the fingertips
of raindrops raise goose bumps
steam rises from the hot tarmac
as rainbow oil streaks spread
a colorful display of pollution
oozes through the crosswalk
©5/28/2021
Bite Size Poem 3 Poetry Contest
Through quiver of night
setting chill to wintry breeze-
frost and flake drift icily
Acrid is this float -
tapping on windows like knocks
while children pray for sunshine.
11.1.2020
Nette Onclaud Contest--Spin a Sedoka
Though sapient vision limps short,
And digs no eye into nirvana's fort;
Albeit most vivid dream’s flips stop,
Instinct excels where iffy triers flop.
And that sharper divining seer tells
Sweeter tales no deft lyricist's bells
Ever rung a one bereft of Love's ting,
Who jilts fine gold to hear a bird sing.
He needs no fumbling eye to behold
What yet lies beyond horizons’ fraud,
Nor flimsy ear's wit to sweetly divine
Blisses and nectarous lickings mine.
His are all-espying orbs steeled in hope;
Netting honeyed things before here pop
Tangible sights for showy ears and eyes
To grab and boast and stir belated sighs.
Known to him are times of lost rest
From lonely stints icily cold at best,
Thrills discerned many days before
They stir faint ears and eyes below.
February Feints
February creeps across the mud
chuckling
knowing it is not her milieu
snickering
as she tats snowflakes
whistling
as she scatters them
icily
on freshly chilled winds.
©2/19/2018
submitted to – STANDARD CONTEST NO 70
sponsor – Brian Strand
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