The cymbals create,
A mesmerizing sound
Reaching their brass highs
I sit listening to the blues come alive.
The music is guiding me,
Reminding me of sounds and sights
We've infused our vibes, our lives
In our tune's beat, making it sound all right!
I stroll down the streets,
I can hear the Musicians Nine
They're blowing into their tin horns
Enticing everyone around them to listen.
Tiny Foster is there:
Effortlessly strumming on his cords
Making enchanting melodies on his
Beat-nick guitar; he records.
People are passionately sitting,
They started reciting in their poetries
Speaking their lines in rhythmic rhymes
Talking in verse, laying out some lines.
Representing themselves profoundly with articulations,
In the beauty of prose, it was best that I mention
An atmosphere that leads on for hours, contemplations
You can get lost in it if you give in to an elongation.
Infused with the Door of Hope you will find,
Strength in your darkest nights, strategy in light,
Guided by your heart, ruled by Christ’s mind,
Walk in kingly robes, with heaven’s insight.
The old season fades, a new path begins,
Key choices made, will lead to the best,
Treasures await on the path as journey spins,
This is progressive era, where favor does rest.
Enjoy life, embrace each moment with glee,
For even in the dark, He will be your light,
Favour will be your shield, for all to see,
In this Door of Hope, you will take delight.
Rose petals for a broken heart
A sense of peace do they impart
My sweetheart gave a gift to me
Of lavender, rose petal tea
A bottle of essential oil
Organic rose for hearts turmoil
A gift of roses from my daughter
Rose petal-infused sparkling water
My grateful thanks to heaven above
I sip my tea infused with love
Roses are red, vodka pours clear,
I need words bled, and high proof can steer.
Shot after shot becomes tumbler til Tumblr
As I wanted, unless I fumble words and become a bumbler.
Violets are blue, but whiskey is brown
For my words to be true, I need a little to drown
Because a sober mind hides and finds it easy to smile.
Because sober me confides in me whose been drunk for awhile.
Sunflowers shine yellow, as does drink of agave roasted
And for me does mellow, until I am toasted.
But it drinks like water, and can make my pen stroke.
Smooth to me, though others it does choke.
So roses are red, and vodkteqwine too is red,
Maybe I should slow down with what I’m being fed.
Call spades spades, stardust will still be infused
With liquor until the pen and the page are amused.
Within our Father spirituality
Energy released
Never ceased
Increased in power
We stand together
Dreams
Our Lord shown us we have been
God Savior knows
Each forest and road
Showing compassion towards mankind
There is no better time
Love is wisdom
Our world of freedom
Bestow on me an incorrect
3 leafed clover ephigy of
buttercup due early spring May
With I meandering through a maze
of cotton wool field lost
Trying best to avert the gaze of
the virile bull's with Horn's poised
Whilst listening to the joy of piercing
ringing mandolin string's and trooping
drum's in both left and right ear's on
my head
Eminating from the Yee Grand Old
Antebellum Plantation guard house
Adorned with a lushious overhanging
archway on either side of it's giant's
causeway
If you dare imagine with Jacaranda Blue
and Cherry blossom infused on a sunset
pink hue nude muse
Instantaneously ushering forth a vision
of Scarlett O'Hara vivacious locks
Gone with the wind like a kite upon a
hazy shimmering warm summer up draft
Augusta Georgia R.E.M night-swimming
aftermath
pure scalding water
soon aromatic leaves steep.
the brain is infused
Bliss infused stillness quietude
Ever present current
Equanimous joy attitude
Presence luminescent
The divine magnetism
Fills each ego spawned chasm
Now, within body prism
Rapture in fullness
Bliss infused stillness
26-November-2021
Quietus
To live a life infused with meaning
~ We spend one-third of it dreaming
let me feel your rhythm manifest
infuse to my liquid being
your power a seed of desired secrets
mesh yourself deep to my tissue
with each roll of your might
I embower myself with succulent thoughts
each waves shush of sand softly speaks
empathy curling itself over my aching
…Today your turmoil is smooth
…Tomorrow may rage dark against me
still your essence will shine
within the clouds as they kiss your skin
your white foam scrambles forward
and rushes the shore, serene in abeyance
I too await the promise of today
9-3-2020
Brians Choice 3
1st place
I can’t breathe
I struggle to find my breath
Under all this intensity
Of fogginess mixed with pain
Lost, without a thought
As none but gruesomeness
Comes out of my brain
I lift my head with a silent scream
It hurts, I say with passion
No-one around to plea
A terrible round of timeless
And sleepless bouts of pain
Crossing my body
All at once gripping me
With a force unforeseen
And never had I experienced
The trauma of delirium
That follows this blast
I waver with dizziness
Speculate what will happen to me
If I lay here dying
What will my last words be
If I’m alone
Russell Sivey
Trapped 'tween
adjectives' objections
succumbed to
long-windedness,
snared 'neath an
expanse of circumlocution,
paraphrasing periphrases
buried under layers
of infused technicalities,
all in a day's multiformity
working midst the sublimity
of poetry's madness