Your words illumine flecks of gold
like letters from an ancient rune,
not something grown, nor bought, nor sold,
but magical, like stars and moon
Watched carefully, with minds aware
that we enjoy the self-same view
of bursting star-winks, here and there:
"that's ME, My Love, and THERE—that's YOU!"
I laud the sky and hope you hear
from down the lane, though worlds apart,
the thoughts I voice to hold you near,
if not in sight, within my heart.
If this implored request is heard
and heaven honors wishes sent,
then every letter, every word
and every rhyme or heartbeat spent,
will raise your patient star to shine.
Unrivaled beams in fullest glow,
enchanting other lives like mine
with such a spark that all will know.
The warmth of you, a simple soul,
immersed within complexity;
for those like you become the goal
of love-lorn poets just like me.
Creatures, the most sceptic-eyed
With quick to fright weakness
Against a little girl's trust
Do rub them. More robust!
I was that squirrel! She, you!
From out whose hiding place
No sooner your hands implored
In whose excited step
Came. That park bench, once jumped up
Stared, sat with; face to face!
Written: January 17, 2026, for contest sponsored by Constance La France
Quote: “Dusk remembers what the heart forgets.” By Poet
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I never questioned tastefulness or sway.
The vine bent through the fading of the day—
Not like the softness of your lips on mine
As dusk stole luster from the vineyard way.
I revere the earth from which I refine,
I implored for goodness, engrossed in wine.
Beneath the dim shadows of the fall crop—
It seems just warmth, nothing further divine.
Each week, I grind myself down with a strop,
Start our path, bound for the grave or the top.
A long stretch, ending with tears in the eyes—
Faith doesn't demand a grand ripple to drop
You drift by day, resting below calm skies.
No inflated self, just a lost disguise—
Gone are the cheerful moods and youthful tales
No grief or angst, yet left to stain the dyes.
I sure would feel ill till the end,
Resigned to it still till the end.
If admit I can’t till the end,
Sorry for sure feel till the end.
They, slumped in too much me and mine
Endure its mien will till the end.
What I feel for and call it love,
I must with it deal till the end.
Pain subsides sooner than we think,
Strange, we dwell on it till the end.
She implored: forgive, forget me,
And still, what a drill till the end!
Hard to keep love and ways of world
Both, on even keel till the end!
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Ghazal |19.09.2025| feelings, forgive, love, pain, world
The worst of all:
the nestled dream.
Escape the first
with stifled scream,
but all is not
restored, it seems...
You try to flail
or move about,
but none can hear
you thrash and shout.
At last, you find
an exit door;
your thoughts of sleep?
Not anymore...
With one eye fixed,
the gods implored
to stay awake
but as before,
the cycle loops;
you start to snore!
the cleansing tears of stratus sky
the silver tress as death draws nigh
she implored her loves that cry
to not regret ~ do not lament
for all her days were heaven sent...
May 29 ~ For Nette's Color my Mood
They asked "Can you come and help us please"
"You are to far, to far to see"
They said " We are lost, starving. We need something to eat."
"The apples don't fall far from the trees. You must come closer and see"
They exclaimed "Excuse me, but they are just out of reach!"
"Then get off your knees, get off your knees!"
They proclaimed " These apples are black and filled with disease."
"Then just raise the ovens to 400 degrees."
They implored "Excuse me, are the apples ready for eat?"
"GET CLOSER AND SEE! GET CLOSER AND SEE!
For the millionth time I implored
the memory that I adored,
the only girl for me,
"I'll love you as long as I'm alive,
but, alas, how can I survive,
as you, from me, your love, deprive?
My love is all for thee."
For the first time, it gently spoke,
memory's ghost to a heart that broke,
"Listen close to me.
No one else can from you, deprive.
Your true love is within, alive.
It's time for it to grow and thrive."
And thus, it set me free.
you're
damaged goods,
people say
many
implored me
to run,
not walk,
far away
from you;
they told me
loving you
was a sickness,
but I'd take
my chances
fighting
against
the beast within....
a feeling
that keeps on
b l o o m i n g
in my heart
for you
I'm deaf
to all entreaties.
it's me and you
v e r s u s
all of humanity!
if my devotion to you
is indeed...
"a sickness"
then...
I want
no cure,
I need
no doctor,
and I'll take
no drugs;
I'd rather remain...
sick.
I sould not stop for Death—Impatience—
Spurred my footsteps on—
His carriage lingered at the gate—
But I had long since gone—
--
The daisies whispered at my heels—
The wind implored me stay—
Yet Time unbuttoned from my grasp—
And swept the road away—
--
I met the dawn with breathless haste—
Too swift to turn—too late—
A wee little biscuit softly implored
a gruff, hard-hearted and tuberous yam,
"oh, why, my dear friend, must you be so hard?"
and the yam replied, "I am what I am!"
"In my kitchen, I will not have this chat",
I said, as, into the oven they went.
"Now I'm soft", said yam, an hour after that.
"But I'm hard", I heard from the oven vent,
"...if, my dear yam, I might beg your pardon,
while this heat made you warm up and get soft,
I had to wait, and burned up to harden",
said the biscuit as the black smoke did waft.
Poem idea? Don't make my mistake,
or you will burn your house down while you bake.
When Grandpa died and his clock still ticked,
he fell from a ladder by a tree -
nor could that clock on the wall predict
when I died at age twenty-three.
A traveling artist, who, out of luck,
implored gramps (...how'd he know his name?)
My grandpa was kind. A deal was struck.
Soon his picture was in a frame.
The parlor portrait's eyes would follow
me, conveying every feeling.
Kindness and cheer, I could swallow,
but remonstration sent me reeling.
A frisbee stuck in a tree, so high,
Grandpa said he'd retrieve it for me.
Just hold the ladder, please, small fry?
and that's all that he asked of me.
Nobody knows that story but me.
I sway gently as the wind does blow,
from a branch on that sycamore tree,
but the eyes on the portrait know.
When dragons ruled the atmosphere
gliding here, and then flying there.
No battle waged on kingdoms where
the magical beasts made their lair.
The wind blew strong beneath their wings,
whispering wise, wizardly things.
As though angelic chorus sings,
their smoky song of solace brings.
Calling for calm against the wrongs
that other beings flung in throngs.
Let us live and sing soothing songs!
This land to everyone belongs!
"Peace!" They implored throughout the sky.
In formation, they flew close by
signaling in soft lullaby
that fearful others heed their cry.
Though they flew throughout darkened set
of sun and rise of moon – not yet!
Scathing hate spewed from whom they met.
Unwilling hearts to live and let!
Hunger, all I know is hunger
Is all she would say
As she slid the blade
Sparking off the concrete
Hunger, all I know is hunger
In a trance she would sway
Phantasmagoric cartoon reel
Missing picture framed
Perspire breath you sea
Hunger, all I know is hunger
For nibble of a meaty treat
Playing hide and seek
Scarlet necklace adorned
Crimson choker implored
Garnet locket she slays
Ruby waterfall your grave
Hunger, all I know is hunger
The last words you hear
Before your light fades to gray
Hunger, all I know is hunger
Bone cracking permeates
She is no longer hungry
Yesterday’s Wishes 6-25-24
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Yesterday’s Wishes
Yesterday’s wishes never grow stale,
Immortal dream walkers glint in platinum.
Fresh hope with wings, like moonbeams in a mason jar,
Nudges wrinkled wishing stars
To capture a prayer implored on the first star,
Slipping through starlight on a chivalrous quest
Determined to take destiny outside the ephemeral.
One fluttering penny never scarred by disbelief
Lives in moments of perpetual could.
A breath, ever new, kisses Heaven
On a still pond without wrinkles
With a heartbeat that shakes time and astronomy
By blasting beyond algorithms and black holes
Into the unexamined fantastical.
Ever youthful wishes charge past the iron will of probabilities
When heartbeats flutter outside of mortality.
Possible stomps on the impossible in resurrection
Grabbing Eden’s fragments, fancies of faith,
As yesterday’s wishes belong to eternity
And live in a forever dawn waiting to bloom.
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