floating over fields my transport beam’s concealed ~ moribund paralysed
all you that went before are in my dreams once more ~ no one vaporised
loosely tethered our strings frayed and weathered ~ information’s ionised
this ghost won’t deny phenomenons trick the eye ~ and i’m compromised
from labour contractions–chemical reactions ~ through the stars baptised
the cosmos true treasure is no mean measure ~ even death’s alchemised
god sometimes goes unseen on fringes and off the screen ~ marginalised
shining across fields his transport beam revealed ~ shaft of hope realised
Categories:
ionised, god, hope, perspective,
Form: Monoku
In the beginning quasars burst forth, primal stars born
Ionised light suffused, a cosmic primeval dawn
Later man came along, looked west, awestruck by the sun
One morn an eclipse came to pass, blotting out his sun
Man huddled together, fear of the unknown was born
They surmised god was in the sky, controlling the dawn
Intelligence was naive, as sense was yet to dawn
Eons passed, man grew quite clever, unlocking the sun
Now splits atoms in labs, with AI primed to be born
We had no choice but to be born, wake up one dawn, feel god and the sun
Categories:
ionised, creation, meaningful, perspective,
Form: Tritina
The sunset whispers get together in the bowl
The electricity hands them over the momentum
The oranges in the soul a bit out of control
The golden darkness stirs the dormant venom
My horizons crumble in the pink petals
As you let all the birds fly into ...
My balance the toxic touch unsettles
In the inflamed heart beat just me and you
See dear how the red corpuscles crowd
In the crazy chocolate wafers in delight
Our ionised charges unleash aloud
The sparks as the prelude to the night
Tonight we will set free all chains
In compliance with the scarlet gravity
Perfumed storm must precede the rains
Following the deluge of the insanity
Beat by beat the pulls defeat all the dams
The water is in a purple rebellion
The universe tonight into our hands
The splattered sun calls for the stallion
The black and orange mingling in the two sounds
The million sparks bloom out from the two fires
The dance of the fire with the two heats unwound
The twilight music of the two tidal lyres
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March 27, 2018
For Picture This - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Based on Image 3
Categories:
ionised, beauty, desire, love, sunset,
Form: Rhyme
A framed pizza cannot be described as a Mohawk hairstyle in a salon. For if an iron tumbles into a salad bar then ionised tomatoes could become very afraid. Such is the agreeable format for a lettuce leaf. Radiant radishes ridiculing rind. And a dip. And no mayonnaise as it tends to giggle as it is poured. Oh dear. Such travesty in a dish. Wow. If flippers eat kippers then grippers must be dippers. Oh bow to the four sided dog as pyramids could swim through coffee. A collie on a mission is an am or a pm and wires are never disclosed in a tentative tent. Undress then. Wow. How rather entertaining to peel in authenticity a potatoe to place in oiled ceramic bake. Oooh seal deal. Caucuses riotously laughter from the original reporting. And a dip dab do. Tuning. Posturing penguins pointing proudly. Lemon juice on a bicycle chain is a great deity to a hawk in a cradle.sing a song then. La la la. Hahahaha jeopardy jingling. Hahahaha I am a peanut hahahaha you are a door key hahahaha and now we slide. Wow. Xxxx conversationalist. Z.
Categories:
ionised, animal, anniversary, autumn, bangla,
Form: I do not know?