I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
to let spill in my heart your boundless love
and wash all the petals as your emotions bloom
unfolding in a pageantry of quiet beauty
spreading a fragrant perfume
as you breathe life into the orchid of my heart
found in the soft ambient light on your face
glowing within our beloved realm
of purity and romantic grace
we'll pay homage to our interwoven souls
moving in silent rhythmic enchantment
lifted on magical wings of tantalizing dreams
that pulse through our universe of firmament
when feelings cascade in a glistening waterfall
from our dewy eyes
drenching us in a glorious harmony of tender touches
where our longing opens gently
like dew-soaked roses
revealing warm sensations of delicate ambrosia
where dreams of a candlelit hall
is filled with the grandeur of blissful ecstasy
offered as an opulence of pleasurable contentment
from the generous majesty of love shared
so pure, so true, so intimate, so beautiful
Ludwig van Beethoven
raised music to summit of art with heart’s rhythm interwoven.
Despite failed romance and stressful hearing affliction
composed mesmeric melody of dexterous perfection.
Farm is,
Life and pride
Plow and horse;
Ground as soil
And interwoven worth.
Humility,
Of horse in stable
And the farmer
Bringing oats,
To his saviour.
Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
Ludwig van Beethoven
raised music to realm of art with heart’s rhythm interwoven.
Despite failed romance and stressful hearing affliction
composed fervent music of dexterous perfection.
My life just didn’t start when I was born
It is interwoven with those who have come before
Many people make up who I am
Some I have met but for a few short years
Others have been gone long before I am
From far-away lands they came to be
Looking for a better life for them and me
From all kinds of walks in life were they
But yet each has made an impact in some way
As my hair could be curly or straight
My eyes could be as dark as the night
Or as blue as the sky
My skin could be light or dark,
Or any shade in-between
My genes are what my ancestors gave to me
Whether it be shaping the country
Or shaping me
Their journey continues even in me
there is no way to disentangle the jumble of ideas in my head
the unscrambling of this conglomerate would be my undoing
my imagination has tightened them, they are interwoven as linen
each piece a parasitic part of the rest of them; how to disentangle?
The thought of dissecting them in strips and stripes is overwhelming
a daunting task, I do not feel up to or worthy enough to attempt
We can do it! My muse yells into my head; she loves a challenge like this.
She begins sorting phrases and sentences as I prepare for a nap.
Lay down with me let’s explore
each hurdle that we’ve jumped.
Try to remember that it’s okay
to release what sits so heavy.
Instead of dwelling on old scars
now wounds are beauty marks
glued crazy together in fine style.
Interwoven such a stunner,
this leaves you like no other.
Gain momentum to make moves
onto a track that’s a little bit faster.
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Christmas Eve, the air is crisp and still.
the house is wrapped in darkness and damp cold.
the tree stands bare.
no tinsel gleams,
no ornaments glisten~
just a skeleton of expectation.
A spider descends~
its eight legs tapping a silent beat
across the chilly, wooden floor.
it glides its way up the tree.
with silken thread and delicate grace,
this tiny architect
weaves a silver web of wonder
across bare evergreen branches
thread by thread,
a delicate geometry unfolds~
one spun from moonlight and instinct.
no plan, only the patient unfolding
of silk and silver hope.
morning arrives.
the sun brushes gold across
frosty windowpanes
striking the spider’s web
and igniting it.
no longer bare, the tree shimmers~
a spectacle of interwoven
silver and gold light.
This is how Christmas magic works~
not with fanfare, but in the quiet,
turning absence into lace,
turning want into wonder.
these things.
themes.
sounds.
and simple symbols.
ruthless.
yet rooted.
interwoven and deeply rooted.
I'm inspired by these things.
Though time is an illusion, as is said,
we must yet say much time has been wasted,
since we’ve drifted about, not by love led,
with elixir of life not yet tasted.
To look not at form but spirit within,
is a message we received loud and clear
but beguiled by mind’s cacophonic din,
our delusion is yet to disappear.
Fragmented aspects of the divine whole,
are in truth interwoven in God’s heart,
thus piercing the veil, communing with soul,
we must deem all as one and none apart.
Foe eons we have floundered about blind ~
The time is now to be with love aligned
Finally, I kissed you in the air
The air shook a placid realm
Realm above the firmament
Firmament unbolts as I boosted
Boosted your closeness into a blessed hug
Hug and kisses became so deep
Deep affectionate to generate promises
Promises bred heat in our hearts,
Hearts drumming with soft enjoyment.
Enjoyment acted as our eyes encountered
Encountered in bursting craving
Craving twisted our magic coiling breath,
Breath causing warmth in the air
Air flowed with stolen kisses
Kisses as your hair brushed my cheek with a smile
Smile brightened enough to launch
Launch several tour dreams on a wild voyage.
Voyage conveyed us on whispers
Whispers of courage into an elated commotion
Commotion of two souls interwoven in songs
Songs only our hearts desired
Desired in breathless moans
Moans that kindled our appetite into bliss
Bliss beamed every minute we shared,
Shared and promised uending love.
Poem by Mugisho N.
Written: September 11, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "I choose to hold you in my dreams, for in my dreams, you have no end" By Rumi
I woke up in a sparkling tide,
Where shades bloom and beliefs collide.
A pain left me sad at one time,
But they bawled in their glee, sublime.
Stars were interwoven with doubt,
Blinking: flip a trick inside out.
I chased a door that had no key,
It vanished when it looked at me.
A child I was, anile and wise,
My hands held smoke, my breath told lies.
I kissed the moon, it turned to sand,
Then slipped as silk from out my hand.
A clock unwound its silent scream,
Time is integrated with dream.
I saw my face in someone's eyes—
Stranger's grief, a lover's guise.
Sky was ink, the sea was glass,
I walked through fire — let me pass.
Steps I took, the last one was gone,
I ran, both firm and slow — was drawn.
A plume dropped — it fluttered away,
It told me things I couldn't say.
I pleaded night to let me wake,
But the daybreak itself was fake.
You were love specter in my dreams.
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joy and pain
victory and defeat
hope and despair
exist
side
by
side
and
interwoven
in to
the
same
fabric
of life,
teaching us,
building us,
and
strengthening us.
thus
launching
us
higher
and
higher
in
to
loftier
space
We met in a coffee shop
off Fifth Avenue
In Jersey.
You were so magnetic;
your eyes shone so brightly.
A couple of years passed by;
and our paths crossed
once more
through the entanglement
of interwoven destiny.
We both ended up
in that coffee shop again.
I have to ask:
Did the blue in
your hair fade naturally,
or did you lose your sense
of self-expression?
Your aura felt hollow;
your eyes weren’t dancing
when I looked at them.
Some say blue is the warmest color.
Darling,
blue doesn’t suit
you at all.
And neither
does
blonde.
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