Suddenly in one breath I found peace.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
All I need is inspiration,
To write poetry every morning
As the sun is dawning.
All is I need is dedication,
To write poetry every evening,
And even when I’m sleeping.
All I need is my heart beating,
To write poetry with a passion,
In any style or fashion,
I write a poem on just a whim,
And go out on a limb,
I the beholder see beauty in everything.
I can write alliteration,
And careful of misinformation,
I write love poems with flirtation,
With careful deliberation,
Striving towards fair direction,
Love our poetic generation.
My muse eager to co-operate,
As we generate and contemplate,
And meaningfully corroborate.
Should I not be happy with my poem,
With its title, content, or a name,
I move to a process of elimination,
Poetry my passion and intoxication.
Power of the money printer
Quite intoxicating
Stealing from the rest of us
Shame, incriminating
Modern Monetary Theory
Slowly devastating
Bitcoin makes the money true
Free and liberating
Rebuilding our lives and wealth
All appreciating
Cantillon theft and seigniorage
Now eliminating
Bitcoin adoption ‘cross the world
Fast accelerating
Peter’s off again to job interview (second round, in Geneva), he was only here two days but something of him remained behind. Oh, fingerprints for sure - but memories too - like scattered Christmas wrappings - or a poem:
Ok, gimme me your best day, take your best shot at perfection.
Our minds take experiences and press them grape-like,
into the intoxicating liquor of memory.
The vivid ones linger - unaltered - like youthful Internet mistakes forever posted.
Someday to beckon us back, teasingly - like bright, neon signage.
This is the night to bring in a new year
You might want to celebrate with some beer
That is quite all right
As long as you have someone sober drive tonight
Drinking and driving is not cool
At best, you would drive like a fool
Don’t be one of those that drink and drive
The two just don’t jive
You could end up in jail
Causing someone to pay your bail
You could total your car
Once you leave the bar
You could get hurt
So, let someone drive that is alert
You could hurt someone
Who could be a stranger or a loved one
You could die
Causing loved ones to cry
You could kill someone
As a result of what your drunk driving has done
Then you would spend time in prison
While mourners wear red ribbons
This is all avoidable
As long as you drink responsible
Like smooth salty notes of Gouda
and an oaky buttery Chardonnay
Your grammatical mastery of words
compliments as they convey
Relayed with a silky smoothness
deep within you voice
Our energy’s merged and mingled,
lost I had no choice
Your words a rare combination
yet together hold such force
Impacting my sweet smooth softness,
with intensity of course
Intoxicating the listener,
providing a stimulating effect
While captivating their emotions,
intriguing yet so direct
Taking them under the influence,
enjoying the tequila sunrise
Flowing with a Grey Goose vibe,
as our distilled words fly
Like aged smokey caramel whiskey,
our words taste refined
Together we just get better
throughout endless time
A muslim spotted with intoxicating wine
A Muslim was spotted with intoxicating wine.
Now, his fantastic job is hanging on the line!
His crashing heart more to the left incline:
A disturbing wish to have this settled with paid fine,
A devout Muslim with a Family of Nine!
Round his poor neck all clustering to dine…
Visibly, a drowning man permitted only salty brine,
For having himself submitted to Ethanol’s Twine,
Forgetful of Devious Devil and the evils he’d design
Over this to pine
And the reality that his job is now mine
And wherever he should, my lucky Christian name sign!
Beauty bows and surrenders at her bare feet,
The gold glitters jealous of her glowing skin,
Her bright eyes light embers of passion within,
Men yield to her will!
Warriors clang their weapons to fight to die,
Flags with horseman fly, write history again,
While sat in emerald throne, she rules their minds,
With potion of love!
Is there a poison more deadly than such love?
A woman to whom the Roman empire bows,
Juice of poison berry* she put in own eyes,
He who loves her - dies!
Mighty Caesar or Anthony were like clay,
Their tirades, history fade in her presence,
They lost in war, lost in her love, end by knife,
She put Asp to breast!
Sapphic stanza Poetry contest
Sponsor Edward Ibez
Date 08/July/2020
Cleopetra used poisonous berries or the deadly nightshade juice( medicinal name Atropa belladonna) that yields Atropine which causes dilatation of the pupils. Was used in her time to make the eyes dreamy, innocent and beautiful! Hence the name “Bella = lady, Donna= beautiful)
Lost in garnet glow, within crimson shadows,
eyes in you see continence, bold, unerring;
where, in truth, ingenuous virtue harbors.
I see you sleeping.
Yet, unbidden innocent thoughts turn rancid,
craving hunger, withering dreams of honor.
Cold in lust are fantasies born from sorrow,
driveling sorrow.
Ice envelops spurious hearts when love wilts.
Passion's roses, petalless, lie infertile,
endless waiting, hopelessly, always waiting
love to now answer.
Dream in gentle slumber of sweetened ardor;
for, in you is virtuous faithful rapture.
Sentimental visions of love remains, as
virginal hearts throb.
06/28/2020
Intoxicating Poison
Host: Edward Ibeh
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
Crystal, pale, azure blue eyes
clear as the infinite skies.
Jumping in for a swim
in reflections of stars.
When dimples delight,
a grin from ear to ear.
Hair of burnt umber.
Skin of porcelain.
Lost for words,
drinking you in.
Touching,
Tasting,
Delighting,
Exciting.
Yearning for more.
Intoxicated, am I.
Wanting you here
when I sleep at night.
If only in dreams…
can this truly be real?
A part of you,
eternal in me.
Flames welling up;
spring to the surface.
A soul-longing burn
now is ignited.
A beautiful mystery
--no holding it in--
shining so brightly
for all to see.
5.16.2020
Coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
filling me with hope and joy
as a I drink deeply
filling my self with smell
the sent of sweat as heaven
darkly hinting of hell as well
filling my every fiber of my being
with its intense smell and flavor
driving me mad with anticipation
as I smell the fragrance brewing
in my coffee pot
waiting waiting waiting
for it to be ready
for me to consume my daily drug
poetry super highway prompt day 3
The first anemones is so magical, every year
Looking up at the sky, impressive, grand and clear
Winter's rain clouds chased by the generous treasure
Fresh air kisses our faces in perfect pleasure
The scent of sprouting new life that stirs mine senses
Dandelion like sunshine behind the garden fences
I've been sitting on the moon waiting for spring's hug
There are no limits, the longing for spring is like drug
Miss Robin cheers so easily and joyfully
Little bird on the branch, so peaceful
Still in your youth, proud and beautiful you grows
Grace, power and dignity, gives me a new glow
10.03.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
mauve pink orange blue
intoxicating sunrise
etched upon my eyes
Written 24th February 2019 - After witnessing the most exquisite sunrise from my balcony
Contest Brian's Select 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
Dreamy Intoxicating Night
It seems that nature is at work forever she leaves a lair
All the bees are stirring now, so are birds flying with beauty on wings
this that season of winters slumbering in the open air
Then after its left his smiling face with the beginning of Spring!
And unto me for a while, my soul and I are so unbusy thing
For all the honey will be a pair does one can build or sing.
Ye, in the next season, she'll walk in the beauty of the night
on many fields when viewing a cloudless sky with eyes so bright
that this breath-taking cloudless dreamy intoxicating view of the night.
04/15/2018
Evelyn Knight
Sitting by the beach
At the patio
Summer days behind us
Chatting with my sweetheart
Manoeuvring our glass of wine
Savoring the cooler vista
Reminiscing past adventures
Mapping out new excursions
Just appreciating each other
And loving the way we feel
Free and in love, relaxed like
the old married couple that we are
Comfortable in our silences
Content by a touch or a smile
Finishing each other’s sentences
Enjoying each minute
And the sense of humor
I fell in love with years ago
Toasting to our health
And the many years to come
Intoxicated with joy
The wine and the autumn sun
Enjoying the life we’ve created
And the people we’ve become
In love and still our own selves
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on September 18, 2017 for contest AUTUMN ROMANCE sponsored by JULIE LEIGH RODEHEAVER - RANKED 3RD
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