_Scene: The motel car park_
Highlife spills from the bar,
Like beer from a full tumbler,
Fifty meters away.
Laughter. Glass. Night thick with sweat.
"Ten to seven," Oseh said.
"Twenty-three girls now."
"Oldest twenty-five. Youngest eighteen."
Felix nodded, like an agama
That had sighted a cockroach.
"We need thirty."
"Some are still undecided," Oseh said.
"I'll come see them," Felix gave reply.
"They're well-protected on this journey."
Die-hard girls can encourage them?
Who are die-hard girls?
Darkness' a gardener gathering dry grasses.
The count continued.
Mutant metronome’s
stygian riddle
inscrutable fixation
spuming
clustered clairvoyance
honing snoopy
quest querulous
quicquidlibet
tamper connived
sinewy stratagem
plimsoll plot
“sneaker” of
wily webfooted
nefarious nudge
at
tenebrific toll
maple smoke
screen screed
clandestine
cobwebs cohere
mohair marinated
muddle
subdued thespian
herringbone hoodwink
skewed camouflage
perused pearl
inveigling
skulduggery rife
underscored cadence
persuasive
percussive rattle
ubiquitous underbelly
prop to
dodgy dialogue
muted ritardando
silhouette streak
dangling magnet
mired in
gauche guesswork
subterfuge sciophobia
inkpot
amorphous machination
fiction wizards
emblazon
indices incipient
embryo empiricism
mouldering
cabinet coterie
spookish svengali
minatorial
repercussions
incurvate
sniffer dog
detective
poirrot’s prognosis
clouseau contingency
that
rivetting mystery
The fundamentals of clarity involves basically 2 things: Ambition and ritual. Do you ever wonder why philosophers all through the ages have never articulated personal sexual philosophies?
Clarity makes everything vividly sensual.
They hold the world in their very hands
holding the hands of many
They command attention in every room
with not a single doubt or worry
in every circle, there is a space
always a way to replace
what they’ve lost and want forgot
what’s it like to lead the race?
I would love to know what it must be like
to have such power, to have such might
when nothing is out of your sight
do they know darkness, living in light?
The root cause of my temptation
lies solely in my satisfaction
to know respect like your own name,
to be the master of the game
Everything I’ll never be is everything they have
and so I fall, every time
despite the truth, despite the signs
why would I chase the outcasted race
that mirrors my tired face?
If just right there, I can see a glow
of something that I just don’t know.
She sits composed
smiles a simple smile
and has us all intrigued
She mesmerizes
sees right through us
haunts us with her glance
There is no other portrait
quite so uniquely captivating
as Leonardo's Mona Lisa
AP" 1st place 2025
She is intrigue in denim, dressed with just a whisper of leather, which confirmed she wore lace underneath, there's a delicate strength in her voice, a lunacy that sings in her laughter, a tenderness you can read in her smile, lips blushing with the color of wisteria petals, beware, her eyes will eat you whole, there is a sophistication in her simple manner, yet an enigmatic element difficult to discern, there's a double edged darkness in the aura surrounding the elegant hue of her allure, her portrait contains a piece of every woman I've ever loved, as well as every woman I will ever know,
She is intrigue in denim.
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc, A Charlatan's Aphorisms Junk Drawer Poetry
INTRIGUE
a source
of light
much anticipated
absorbed
in quiet
intrigue
positioned
coordinated
encountered
in the
prestigious
&
coveted
by a
shadowy
sense of stillness
reproduced
in
minimal
& melancholy
daily life
replicated
by
concepts
in
curiosity
INTRIGUE
all
too often
a
precurser
of
ongoing
trends
compressed
in
visual
fictions
of
asthete
principles
ideals
in
forbidden
themes
once
assimulated
then
recreated then
to
appear
in
the
unconscious
&
contrived
to
awaken
as
turbulent
distractions
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
It is
Intriguing
that some feel more
alive when they're asleep
Lost in consciousness,
sublimely aware of the dust motes
that saccade my sight, as they
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct
the cawing of the raven perched
upon the window's edge.
How crisp the turbid air,
with its frosty demeanour,
clasping my hands in an icy grip.
What thick musk
provokes my senses,
creating a palpable taste
upon my palate.
Within such deep consciousness,
I shall allow my whole self
to wager intrepidly
into the sensual storm of creation's
intricacy and intimacy.
That I may recall with reverence
that we were once one.
12.10.2021
Mystique of mouthful aisle eats intrepid footsteps
Bespoke brick shelf scrapers muffle internet tweets
Eyes provide sole light source, borers of exploration
Closed cover modesty encroaches on curiousity
Timorous piled rectangles least represent symmetry
Shifted to stained beige paged, folded back scars
Markers of importance boast creased corners torn
In enthused infusing, informed more with each turn
Tattered stacks of spines teeter, threaten to topple
Jostle in baskets bulging gloss tortoise shell crust
Quintessential bread for society baked concepts
Richly impacts soft butter, invites require no RSVP
10th March 2021
Written for Contest: Bookshop
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
November Intrigue--Five Haikus
Moss breathes dampness, near
shifting blankets of old leaves.
Beds of lichen thrive.
Both pure and pungent,
the air is soul-enhancing,
gifting faint wood smoke.
On the forest floor,
Princess Pine grows sweetly
in pristine patches.
Old stone foundations
and a gurgling waterfall
capture heavy mist.
Dark reeds cross the marsh
to a long strand of young spruce,
vivid and spritely.
How mysterious a force is intrigue - a poet's plight and salvation, a magnet of unyielding supernatural bliss to our muse. Captivating and drawing us to our mastery of mystery, impetuously impelling us as we patronize our exquisite enigma. We hold our breath to unique and incredible realities as its momentum baits and beckons in a spontaneous burst of exuberant fixation to navigate our tangible senses and eager heart - compelling our revelation to travel through our portal of questions to superimpose our being with magical poetic discourse.
mastery of mystery
beckons enigma
follow your chosen star
Dedicated to the musing of John Hamilton
February 5, 2020
Strand Select E any form, any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
As we look forward
to a (Revolution)
in living and loving
the retired life.
I was hoping my wife,
who is teaching me
how to speak toddler.
Would lead me to a
(Spontaneous) (Fixation),
to (Patronize)
our two year old granddaughter,
and (Navigate) the (Portal) of some
(Tangible)(Intrigue).
And provide the older grand kids
with some exciting games
and entertainment.
Intrigue was tangible in the room that night.
A spontaneous outburst had brought to light
The plot to patronize the young Prince Harry
Whose fixation would lead him to marry
A commoner not fit for Royal portal -
A place reserved for a loyal mortal.
The revelation that they could live elsewhere
Caused him to navigate to Canada somewhere.
Gave up his allowance, the title Prince,
And his lovely bride has not been seen since.
1-22-20
Contest Eight Word Challenge 1
Sponsor: John Hamilton
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