Rumoured to conduce a mine shaft abandoned
Reserve behind rural residential too steep to traverse
Sacred scope gazes at Gold Coast Grand Canyon
Struggle's reward - rugged mountain slope reimburse
Pull surges me along across rubble, rollerskate
Pursuit is overcome as corpse, nestle needs in casket
Ravine ripples rise in ellipse repeat reciprocate
Feathery ferns fed by felled black stump escarpment
Each easy attempt equates to triumph
Cognitive storage organise strong carpentry
Problems tandem with answers turn up
Every earnest try results in Taj Mahal mastery
Sovereign track conquest, ocean span colossal
Steeple reaches quiet, my climbing mind inseminates
Forest folds me into sheltered shaft, stone fossil
Grey gum coliseum deposits amber sap permanence
Sixth of May
Sacred Place
Be a "what if' being
a poet all seeing,
let your wishes
ride upon unicorns and rainbows.
Don't be typically cynical, be topically hopeful,
have faith in the ridiculous
the fantastical.
Le us not wait
let us be grateful,
let us not hesitate
to stare at our navel.
If the Mindful Universe
(that ever succulence of sprit),
can make an ape think,
lift it into the poetry of creative ideas,
it can change your heart,
it can make it bloom in much higher gardens.
You are the who-man, the walking womb,
what inseminates you,
what seeds your imagination
are the wings of an everlasting,
ever increasing wonder.
Butterfly dreams will learn to soar.
Unicom's will be a poem you have yet to write.
LADIES, I'm IN A QUANDARY
Ladies, my Hubby once a year,
joins his cronies on the quay.
Down on the river watching
the … “unloading” at dawn.
Ladies, he gave me a quaint perfume,
expects to smell its scent on me,
and my platinum colored hair,
I hate scent … but it really turns him on.
Ladies, I’m in a real QUANDARY,
Biblically speaking, his Quiver is full,
lots of ammo doesn’t shoot blanks,
pray not … inseminates me.
Ladies this is what I may have to do,
I may poise myself to do penance.
Because I’ll fake a headache when he returns,
Ladies gotta prevent … unwanted pregnancy.
March I. 2021 copyright
Contest: P’s and Q’s
Sponsor: Michelle. Faulkner
Last day comes not
It loses ending boundaries
It expands flying wings
Crossing crops field it comes to royal huts
Ravishing mastermind locks it laughs on nerves
It likes to show the dream of free but thrashing more
Scheming of epitaph it composes on the times lure
Now on the earth blood, substitute of power inseminates tolerance
Bitter outcome perhaps will be crowned by more souls absence
02.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
At the savage, indigo sky,
draped in snow, claw the mountains high.
By the cirque, a base, sheltered 'neath,
his gun sings the ballad of death.
A field of kash, in autumn swirl,
the dark braid of that village girl.
Mother's white, unwavering faith,
his gun sings the ballad of death.
Skin burns through the synthetic girth,
frozen blood inseminates earth.
Echo of loss shudders his breath,
his gun sings the ballad of death.
At the savage, indigo sky,
his gun sings the ballad of death.
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Form: Kyrielle Sonnet
Date: 27 / 10 / 2016
Siachen is a glacier located in the eastern Karakoram range of Himalayas mountains just northeast of the LoC between India and Pakistan. It's also the highest battleground on Earth.
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