writhes bones, skeletally abrasive,
impinging upon warm bodies,
closing in, shadows stalk,
root system of sinister,
disrupted by intense light
figures in white, outside
of temporal, embrace blue
of his shoulders -
roots of sacrifice, present.
led through the forest;
dead wood parted ways
like Moses’ Red Sea, which
can’t hold water when
the King of kings leads.
I skirmish amidst the growling hounds
The lashing waves, the acoustic sounds
The tempest’s call, a supercilious strength
Reinvigorating my might, impinging my breath
I solemnly pledge to battle the sea
Till the last drop of my blood shall bleed
I coveted to obliterate through the tides
Only if the serendipity of my toil abides
I shall stand my ground with a triumphant roar
I shall manifest what the latter adore
For the multitude shall praise me
With its inundating galore.
INSPIRATION
I have often thought about inspiration
Process as well as the original stimulus
Is it the sudden image or thought itself
Or what might have first triggered that
Buried within the subconscious, perhaps
Or something noticed in the real world
Ever impinging on a sensory perception
Whether sight or sound, smell or touch
And taste, as well a strange sixth sense
It always seems to be something implicit
Behind the beauty and what is obvious
Inner workings, suspected or just known
A harmony, a rhythm, always a reaction
For me, it is any or all of these things
And sometimes initially unseen by others
Yet it is urging me to somehow share it
Often in words, and in a poor assembly
But it is the responsibility for all to see
For themselves, and what inspires them
La wicked bruja hechicera,
with an impious hex--
deep within the marshlands-
'neath a foul--swampy grave,
shall indeed summon
Pumpkin Head.
Rage's what he wheels,
from those who seek revenge;
Restitution for the reckless end
of a love-one, who's been slain.
Her Abyss fiend, ghastly nights
of vengeance spreads.
'Tis best and wiser yet
to kneel in silent prayer.
Repent, for it's the only tool
the hunted have to soothe
the impinging gloom
of dark that looms.
For those he stalks
don't stand a chance;
The Reaper's minion
feeds his thirst
with bloody-blugent preys,
la hechicera dooms.
Sinners atone, confronting
their fate--with a wicker fort
made faith that rots;
For pleas and screams,
like wood ablaze-only excite
his callus, morbid heart.
Condemned souls
who bear the witch's mark.
Hell hound will dissecting hunt.
For the following dawn
are found only severed heads
with bods from limbs apart.
The present is too fleeting
invaded by the past
impinging on the future
Not made to last
Masterful!
lordly framed
picturesque rain stain
ing icy cap summit’s height,
vaulting off grassy green
pediplain’s sloping foothills,
impinging azure sky’s obscur
ing clouds.
blazing sunbeam painted
freshet rush to where river-rocks
are the fairest.
rosy-finch, gray-crowned,
bathe cross-winds breeze clink
ing conifers lazing at the frost rich shore,
river flow, embolden splendor.
the poetics surrendered?
ingest’d without disturbance,— by us,
graylings are of abound... thus!
Such pipedream regarding
winning bucket loads of cash,
would make monetary woes
in an instantaneous flash
mine dentures no longer
will futilely grind and gnash,
cuz I would undergo oral surgery
and simultaneously acquire
mush sought after gumption,
where dental implants
could offer million dollar smile
mastication boring full force
while I monstrously, yet easily mash
the most unpalatable pop slop
made with tender loving care
courtesy the missus.
Selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
play key role to alleviate paroxysms
debilitating bouts of anxiety and panic attacks
wracked these lovely bones
during their roaring twenties
severely impinging potential to relish
joys and sorrows present within mein kampf
vast stretches of life sabotaged
courtesy mental health challenges,
thus I acknowledge miracle of modern medicine
particularly prescription medication
(iterated within first line of this verse),
which allows, enables and provides
blessed escape illness noggin tortured.
A thought on my neuron is impinging,
If it ain't Armageddon, do stop whinging,
"A happy heart makes a cheerful face,"
A notion apt for our global race,
Smiles to each one are a grace,
Blessing to all as we set our pace,
Way too much negativity,
Largely a waste of futility,
Instead of daily positivity,
Way too much 'stinking thinking',
If it ain't Armageddon, do stop whinging,
This thought on my neuron is impinging.
Waves around impinging ferociously
the seashore fiercely anticipating
To settle personal retribution
in darkened murderous circumstances.
Night's sincere sentinel exhibiting
the water’s shallowness environments
to water vehicles incessantly
to avert dangerous situations.
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September 22, 2014
Form: Rhopalic Verse
Dr.Ram Mehta
Third Place Win
Contest:The Lighthouse by nette onclaud
i am transformed. in what i see.
my eyes can not discern
as shapes melt and swirl
and break into dots --
merging with the Static.
i am transformed. in what i hear.
of overlapping rips of space itself
with the unyielding babel of humanity.
i hear everything and nothing
becoming one with the Hiss.
i am transformed. in what i touch.
my insubstantial hands stir turbulence
passing through scratchy mist.
the Dust drapes over me and through me.
i am infused with the smell of a million worlds.
i am transformed. in what i think.
of snippets of thought
impinging on me.
racing through my awareness
and memories of titillation.
i am arrested by efficiency and classification.
my mind gives over to the Context it can no longer fight.
i have been transformed.
in all my senses and in all my thoughts
i am conjoined with all Things.
i am Undifferentiated.
Late one afternoon, I saw a star
And I wondered what month we were, in the calendar.
Just as I worked outside, on the printer,
For such is only seen during the winter.
Oh! thou magnificent star
Roaming within the boundaries of space.
My heart beats as thou were afar
As I gazed at thy beautiful face.
I felt thy undiluted fragrance
That gave me an insight into your graceful elegance
The thoughts has often come into my mind, impinging my countenance
If I ever shall feel it real, not in a trance.
I love to confess
My undeserved oneness
Which has brought me loneliness
Of living in a wilderness
I need you to fill that single vacuum,
To give my life an equilibrium.
For thy sake it was created, right from inception
That we may be celebrated in our generation.
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