A zealous, ebullient and fiery knight
journeyed through the forest
on a dark, cold and windy night
saw a green nest
He was in search of the golden chalice
inscrutably taken
enchanted due to a malice
reawaken
The green nest had the key the knight needed
it led to the parchment
if only the zealous heeded
to sacrament
January 11, 2023.
Writing Challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing Poetry Contest
Constance La France.
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
Gaia is radically interdependent Earth,
CoCreator of paradise
and pandemics,
of safe drinking water
and healthy fertile soil,
S/He does not faint
or grow weary;
His Yang Heaven raining
manna understanding
is also wellness watering
Her Yintegral Earth
rebirthing
inscrutably dense compassionate soil.
S/He gives cooperatively owned power
to those poor
in humane natural Spirit,
and transparently enlightened strength
to those uncompetitively powerless
Victims immigrating
in this Great UnRaveling Exodus
from high risk inhumane enslavement
to royal profits,
Prophets now trending toward traumatic
right wing rabid distortion,
trumpeting EarthTribe overtures
to understated extinction.
Starry night sky above
--- starry night sky below ---
reflected in a restless sea:
twin nocturnal profiles face off,
touch nose to nose
--- share stars for eyes ---
the wind that meets the water.
Floating in darkness
the silvery moon rises -
intriguingly, inscrutably
--- dark side, light side
hidden from each other,
man in the moon ghastly.
Baleful lunar eyes hover,
looming mirrored,
awash in inky waves.
Glorious morning yawns.
Hidden somewhere in the firmament
she waits, and she waits some more,
leaning against the wings.
Beguilingly draped, she anticipates -
her next sweeping entrance.
...
All Creation
--- benign yet indifferent ---
gathers Her own,
draws them ever closer,
--- finely tuned, outrageously only approximate --- ,
the union of yin and yang.
Both tumble along as one,
--- celestial dice rolling ---
swept bobbing w/ the tide,
transcendence disguised,
transcendence revealed.
Wild Winnie Witch heard wonderful wacky melody
Created within her warm whimsical wishful mind.
Others said she was a most unique individual,
Inscrutably unusual, an interesting witching kind.
Her parents fiercely protected their daughter’s privacy
her art and talents a rare Renaissance-like find.
Warlocks were terrified of her imagination,
ingenuity, and independence.
They rarely invited her out to sup or dine.
Delightfully occupied with her own interests,
hobbies and Cyborg steampunk inventions,
Wild Winnie thought that was just fine.
THE PASSIVE VOICE (Grammar series)
In Italy a glorious Voice
Was employed by Pavarotti
In England of voice we’ve a choice
Which sounds a little dotty
When we sing our verbs of action
The way we do, it sounds as if
We’re committing a verbal infraction
For these words can be voiced in the PASSIVE
Just consider: if someone is active
There is something that someone is doing
And you'd think that being passive
Means that doing they are eschewing
But we need not be hopeless or cynical
Say it' s British illogic - insanity
We'll be annoyingly rational and clinical
Causing foreigners to express profanity
However you parse it or say it
While in both voices something is done
In the ACTIVE we say who did it
But in PASSIVE might not say which one
So in solving a murder for the fun of it
And answering: "Who fired the gun?"
We need not claim the butler 'dun of it'
But inscrutably say: "It was done"
Thus the PASSIVE is my voice of choice
For my deeds despicable or infractive
But for actions worth merit, that I rejoice
I will happily indulge in the ACTIVE.
Why does life have a way of shrinking a man
Why age-wrinkled necks look like turtle skin
Why spend so much time in memory land
Why what makes things stand out so often…
Is the sameness within
Why happiness can be so arduously earned
Yet sadness so freely given
Why the wind thumps the side
of tents at night…As if wishing
to be allowed within
Why faces in portraits seem
To follow one about…
While visages in old photographs
Seem to beg
for remembrance
Why some expressions
In their open emotions
Leave no doubt…
And others plainly proffer
Neither pain
nor penance
Why do we find life
…So inscrutably curious…
Inscrutably solid in multi-shapes and colors
Prisoner of itself sitting Buddha-like forever more
Gazing mother earth reshuffling her pets
As mighty and small moan to subtle strokes of death
Slayer of Goliath, though David stole your praise
In twelve, you symbolized the twelve tribes of the Jews
But upon your historical landmark
They never treasure you like the ark
For Rick Praise's contest: "Stones"
Springing and bounding like a lamb
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.
Shimmering heat waves swim and rise,
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?”
Remembering winter--bring it again.
Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons,
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.
White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.
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