Memory Poem In Apartment A - 1971
a brace of wine glasses standing tall on a kitchen table
greasy frying pan luxuriating immodestly in the kitchen sink
two forks and two knives bathing naked in the steamy water
vinyl black record spinning clockwise under a cool ceiling fan
music by beethoven caressing the hour with perfume sounds
clock on the television console ticking with slicker love-bites
purple pleated pillow breathing excitedly on a big green sofa
portraits of curious dead people peeping through glass frames
bowl of red fruit sitting ripe and ready on an oak dining table
wide open window allowing a red sunset through shy curtains
bathroom faucet in pink bathroom dripping rivulets of sweat
silent resplendent wall mirror staring with secret fascinations
a brace of wine glasses standing tall on a kitchen table
Categories:
immodestly, memory,
Form: Free verse
I like to paint myself. Should I be a face in the crowd?
Shouldn't I be the one fondly holding my head so high?
To be poised, I peep into my mirror, shedding her shroud.
My physique seems fit; why does my face show an unheard sigh?
Does this frown flicker around displeasure and depression?
Do these wrinkles on my face pose pessimistic feelings?
Does my grey hair signal wisdom? Or a stress expression?
Is my redness rake resilience reduction readings?
Rainbow colours I mix; why does yet peach predominate?
Unintended brown, grey, and black too immodestly spread
No place near master artists, my face does accommodate
Isn't self-portrait self's? It's, hence, I gladly go ahead.
I look imperfect, Wabi Sabi. This, in truth, am I.
Amn't I, yet, part of the perfect divine dwelling on high?
Categories:
immodestly, art, self,
Form: Sonnet
Fumigate the neglected rooms of Caleb,
Backing this up with prayers at Mount Horeb
And tomorrow, another ever wavy web
From an irksome zeal that wouldn’t ebb!
Guess: from the Eight – Legged Catcher of Insect
Which dares to its lodge near and inspect.
The Arachnid with a True Architect’s mind
Never by civil engineers judged behind;
Often swiftly replacing their cherished structures
Immodestly pulled down by no-nonsense cleaner:
A painless recreation of the thread-like mixtures,
At long last emerging their destroyer’s winner.
The spider’s masterful labyrinth – a dazzle
The all-time brain-teasing cobweb and puzzle
Its rating on scale, second to The Ant
When it gets busy, still would not pant…
But watch it: A Harbinger of Vexations Nightmare
For the weary one now running the sleeps-race
A sound slumber by ninety percent rare,
If the spider should decide to face a glazed face:
Satan’s snake I saw lose its life to Tarantula
The kingly Spider with a hairiness that is titular.
Categories:
immodestly, animal, appreciation, creation, crush,
Form: Rhyme
MIDNIGHT’S BLUE DRESS
Midnight’s blue dress -
modem of her physique,
molded immodestly,
married to monumental
destiny of desires,
elongated as if clinging
to an Amazon warrior.
Blue dress props up
her spectacular breasts,
high and mighty, tinged
with reckless success.
Mortification of the madonna.
Fabrication fraught
with embellishments,
bells and whistles of gold
stitched like chains
into the hem she must wear
in eternity’s flamboyant furnace.
Ferociously blue, lips tremble
and pout, pretending to bleed.
The triple X dress sways
in ebb and flow of the mastery sea,
blowing holes in seasoned captains
who dread the siren’s revenge.
Presidents and dictators fall
at her knees, sliding their beggaries
over velvety weave, thoughtless
to her treachery - they make believe.
Midnight’s blue dress invitation
squashes them all, as
she looks on from the cliff
where eagles ogle their prey.
Ejaculators* best blindfolded as dusk calls.
12/28/2019
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
*other than the obvious meaning - to utter suddenly and vehemently
Categories:
immodestly, evil, lust, power, sensual,
Form: Verse
Before she ascended to heaven, she wrote a letter,
For the loved one's who didn't understand her struggle;
For the same ones didnt get to know her better
She was a lost sheep in a field without it's Shepard
She expressed her deepest apologies
This was an untreatable infection
It was an unspeakable inception
demons followin her, scratchin her back and bitin her ankles
Tryna cause havoc... Tryna break free..
Leavin her mind broken and her thoughts scattered
She was Bruise and battered, but you couldn't see the damage,
Cuz it's bandaged,
stitched up,
leave the needle hangin
Off of a cliff,
But she lost grip, she lost it, it wasn't fun, it was costly
She had nowhere to run,she was enticed by a false prophecy
Blockin' these cravings is not an option please believe me
Please believe her, she was sorry,
for all the fightin,
And a monstrous
Philosophy had her immodestly poppin' these roxy's.
And she's on 'em and she's got 'em and she won't stop 'em!
And now that she's gone, everyone wants to carry on
And Move on... But She's done,
So They've been done...
Categories:
immodestly, abuse, addiction, beautiful, death,
Form: Verse
Last roses of summer
clinging to bare branches
Apple tree, bereft of leaves and fruit
raising its arms in mute beseechment
waiting for spring
Grass still green
smothered with layers of colorful leaves
Spots of red here and there, smoke tree
and euonymus still flaunting their colors
for awhile
Holly tree coming into its own
with variegated leaves and bright red berries
Winds will come
all remnants of summer swept away
too soon
In this mild clime, no snow to cover
the immodestly bare
Decidious trees once so proud
shivering in their nudity
deserted by birds
Tall evergreens
sentinels guarding this graveyard of summer
holding their own against the railing wind
brave soldiers anchoring the earth
'til winter surrenders to sweet spring
once more
Honorable Mention
Categories:
immodestly, naturered,
Form: Narrative