The Abandoned Vacant Lot Filled with Concrete
Weeds sprout from the cracks,
A sign reads it was once a place to heal creatures.
All that remains is melancholy and "Hope Pears,"
Lying on the feverish black ground after scaling the tall fence.
A clock that has stopped thinking, or perhaps for reflection,
Stands motionless, hands pointing in the same direction without bending.
It would be nice to have gum, to keep a semblance of sanity,
It would be nice to have gum, to stay a bit less unhinged.
Dusk pretends to offer the answer of life as usual,
And leaves with an oblivious face.
But I cannot blame,
At least it gives some "meaning."
Taking a bite of the pear,
Juiceless, tasteless, except for bitterness.
Trying to discern what it is through chewing,
It disappears bit by bit with every bite,
Leaving only a vague and undesirable presence on the tongue.
"I'll come back,"
To have an evening picnic,
To find hope in the dusk.
Rose and jasmine may loose their
charm and enchanting fragrance
Honey may taste sour and bitter
Even season's sugarcane may
go dry and juiceless
But oh, my sweetheart
I know you 'll remain
my love of charm and virtues
And of unfathomable affection
A true gift to me for life
From St.Valentine!
All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed
My one last say to be at last safe and paid
Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed
All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay
Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile
Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles
No one to take hold with those futile ill revile
Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial
They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh
Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy
Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye
To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye
A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide
With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride
Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide
A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride
Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry
Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die
Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky
Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:15 am
June 02, 2014
Contest Name: Scary Moments
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!
Melded with raindrops -
the juiceless earth fruited lusciously
and the roaring lightning pops -
the vehement clouds sparked abundantly.
From time of summer -
for the juvenility they long expected
over the awash field they bopped over -
alike the sweetness of wintry roses, the zestful aroma contrasted.
Here and there the lively music got wind of bongs -
when the rain waved by the wind so heavily
the splashy whispery voice sung like yuletide carols -
with roasted chicken along with champagne, savored blithely.
All of a sudden the sun peeped out in between,
reckoned alike to chance once upon the Kris-Kringle's camion
Over the sky it arced with orange violet yellow blue red indigo green,
glowed as if presents wrapped along with gleeful horizon.
The sky that outraged fell out the factual consequences,
Around the globe masses fantasied the season to be resurgence
Palsy-walsy rain was alike the snow flurry occurrences,
Jejune July was abided by the Holy Christ's renascence.
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