Awaken with the break of a tangerine dawn
bathing you in its Crimson sacredness !
Meditate with the majestic Pine trees
Towering the skies
Transcending the temporal !
Dance among the wild poppies and lupines
Reveling in your freedom and aliveness!
Like Robins and Jays
Singing Life's joyous melodies
Live with abandon, moment to moment !
Blend into the green inkiness of the wooded
foliage
Dissolving into its Pure Beingness!
Fall in love with Twilight's magical moments
That mimics life's ephemerality!
Surrender to the Silence
Of the dark night
Deep within the cave of your heart !
Slip into sweet slumber of Everlasting Bliss
Caressed by the forest 's gentle breath!!
Categories:
inkiness, bird, dance, earth, feelings,
Form: Free verse
it’s an endless void of emptiness
in a starkness filled with play
it’s a synonym of every dream
in an antonym yet to try
it’s a darkened apron of inkiness
in a sparkling bejewelled sea
it’s a long in-tangent monologue
in a verse-laden melody
it’s the flailing arms of solitude
in a crowded room of song
it’s a screaming siren tempest queen
in the court of an unready king
it’s high above what I can hold
in the grass I lay my head
it’s a dry old gaze as I’m looking up
in the forming dew before bed
Categories:
inkiness, analogy, imagery, inspiration, muse,
Form: Quatrain
Cul-de-Sac
Quick steps slow to hesitate
The sudden curve of a straight white line
Into the mists of detour
Lined with haunting facades
Of blurred addresses
And faded street signs
Where echoes of curiosity bluster -
Magic or madness -
In proverbs of warning about blind alleys -
Mayhem or mystic -
Bending the lane
Like the nautilus inner ear
A flat arc where light searches
For the sacred
Past faceless abodes lining this curlicue
With a come-on to remain
Yet the heart knows to follow
The flamboyant contours,
Like angel’s wings,
Into the loop – not a dead end
But a recoiling boomerang
Leaving knots of doubt behind
Arms open wide to inquisitive's marathon
Then ride the hairpin rail out of gossamer inkiness
Leaving behind the rags of repetition
Into a rosy borning road.
2-21-23
Contest: This or That
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Theme chosen – Cul-de-Sac
Categories:
inkiness, journey, life,
Form: Free verse
"The Cosmos"
The cosmos
The unknown universe
Concepts so hard to swallow
The moon and its luminance
The constellations
The dancing colors
Thoughts without any limitations
The sun that provides the summers
Space, oh so majestic
That stretches to infinity
The beauty so magnetic
That show’s Christ’s divinity
I reach my hands to the heavens
Hoping the black inkiness can swallow me up
Space goes far beyond my worldly possessions
That anchors me to the ground and keeps me stuck.
I hope one day,
Everyone can see the beauty of the unknown
I hope they see the way
That the stars and planets make you feel less alone
I hope they see
God’s love shining through
I hope they shout with glee
When they see Neptune’s bight, azure blue
Oh, how I hope
That one day I can see space
Not just through a telescope
But face-to-face.
-e.b.
Categories:
inkiness, space,
Form: Rhyme
I dreamt a dream of my now dead family.
Just shadows lingering -
All I have are memories actually.
That find me standing in a cemetery.
On a night dark with purple inkiness.
And voices are murmuring and whispering.
I have no fear for these ghosts are harmless.
A small girl beside me is glimmering.
Just shadows lingering -
And I am holding my sweet little baby boy.
Just shadows lingering -
I was never to know motherhood joy.
But this sadness my life did not destroy.
And in the shadows mother is drifting.
She has an ethereal wispy beauty.
Dad and grandma also in this sad dreaming.
And my love kisses my red lips sweetly.
Just shadows lingering -
Oh all these beloved ghosts that just want to stay.
A tangled past that makes me the poet, I am today.
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July 5, 2015
Poetry/Rhyme/Just Shadows Lingering
Copyright Protected, ID 15-686-845-0
All Rights Reserved. Written in Pseudonym.
Categories:
inkiness, deep, inspiration, poetess, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL
Giant ferry berthed in Mersey River :
Tugs take the strain with a shiver,
Ropes creak and we cast off -
She timorously inches away from the wharf.
Bow comes round and leaves the dyke:
Lit buildings spin carousel-like -
Strong currents have us in tow.
Black vortices with bubbles below,
Inkiness of river water stark:
Hear it more than see it in the dark.
Big crewman in black woolly hat
Yelling to another in Serbo-Croat:
Looks like mayhem but they know
How to swing her into the river, so
That ropes, men, machines, move in sync
Floating her out on the ink.
Liverpool fades in red glow;
Stars emerge from hiding low.
On the frowning wave
We are alone in the dark, save
Our own lights cast ghostly
Into nothingness mostly.
Go inside and shut out the night.
In the morning Dublin in sight.
Categories:
inkiness, seariver,
Form: Imagism