deep snow this morning
I see the kids down the hall
lacing up their boots
Categories:
lacing, children, nature, snow,
Form: Haiku
WOMB WORDS
Womb ! Mother of All, what sayeth you
knowing activation before birth
births through girths, a Q ?
~ ‘I see rainmakers smoking pipes
drink from ostrich eggs fresh
then hike wearing silver Nikes
embryo cells magically multiply
hearing guinea fowl cackle on high
kicking sensations, baby legs sigh
atoms alight travel from mom to babe
life witnesses itself languidly lacing
almost due, a beautiful hue
womanhood elastic expands happy rosy
she is cow peace or yappy puppy cosy
who will give sweet milk, play with baby gay
while father on maroon
patterned mat prays every day’ ~
I birth in agony and ecstasy entwined
welcoming a caramel soul
divine !
Categories:
lacing, allegory, baby, birth, blessing,
Form: Couplet
Febrile Fog obfuscates palimpsest varnished promises..
Naysayers hoodwinked... deluded players peeling layers..denuded..
Deafening din of our chagrin...
Espoused by rabbles roused by mandarins’ sins..
Tarnished...pampered pilferers pickpocketing public purses...
Deploring the warring cacophony of citizens curses..
Ignoring the boring nagging nadir of nurses...
Corporate castles built without stilts on hourglass sands..
Placards versus lanyards..
Culprits preach parsimony from privileged pulpits..
Civic critics.. protests...pyrrhric..?
No tut tuts..relax…gluts of tax cuts for property sluts..
Licentious larcenists..lust for boom then bust..
Lavishly lacing our lives with lies..
Yet the more we holler...hanker..
Murky truths get darker...muckier.. starker..danker..
Avaricious arsonists torching our cries of why...
Leave us lolloping in a regret & forget.. leaking latrine...
Reeking of what could & should have been..
Categories:
lacing, health, political,
Form: Rhyme
Intolerance grips our life’s mainstay hard,
guiltless blood flows, civilizations clash,
heart splinters into disposable shard.
In the clutch of stress relationships crash.
Let times change before it explodes within.
War-tank becomes piano, gun forms flute,
mercenary turns into violin.
They play symphony of brotherhood mute.
Let times get free from the hands of power.
Scorn turns bouquet, hate a branch of olive,
mind an alchemist makes golden flower,
lacing garland of love for us to give.
Or else hour glass will go back to stone age,
sand will re-design the world on new page.
Categories:
lacing, change, future, imagination, world,
Form: Sonnet
Splintered hope shards,
despondently adrift in tear stream,
reflect the remnant rays of resurgence,
designs the last lattice of dream,
lacing the listless life.
Categories:
lacing, life, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Fantasies glisten. Wealth untold.
Dimly clear; seen near and afar.
Wee men; chase around pots of gold.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
She wishes; he’d only listen.
When lovers drift. They drift bizarre.
Act out; miscue the rendition.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
He utters “turn the other cheek.”
Sneakers; lacing up the crossbar.
I pray he makes it through the weak.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
Don’t let distractions go too far…
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.
Categories:
lacing, age, america, baseball, blessing,
Form: Kyrielle
I'm an estuary of ivy-furs,
sleeping in monsoonal moonglades of love~
as the savannah sun of sunset blurs,
slowly unveiling stars with golden glove.
When russet- fairies twirl in a bronze lake,
singing with springs of watermelon wand,
an untouched summer unfurls behind ache,
lacing twilights with lush wishes, so fond.
Garden of grapefruit, doesn't forbid faith,
exotic eyes paint life with a rare art,
where hilly hues drape seashores ~ daisy-bathe,
my muse weaves magic on the 'bay of heart'.
Categories:
lacing, art, emotions, heart, imagery,
Form: Quatrain
J ust. Applied; personal postivity acutely
A s grounded in effort to help humanity
P lacing poseys to alleviate humour
P rosecuting actual effort helpfully
A man among many, hurtful anomalies.'
Categories:
lacing, appreciation, beach, cheer up,
Form: Acrostic
That morning
you had asked
your maid
why she wasn't
smiling happily.
Was it not
Independence Day?
She had paused
in her meticulous
dusting of you
priceless paintings.
She had looked
at you;
dead eyes
set in a
blank face.
Bewilderment
lacing her voice,
she had asked,
"Independence day?
What are we
free from today?"
Categories:
lacing, freedom, grief, independence day,
Form: Blank verse
"Fresh rain a gift it leaves, a blending of primary colors on a canvas of blue background. God's blessing." Quote by poet
Fall wind gradually moves beneath eaves,
lacing in one side and out trees and leaves.
Nesting season kindles in the treetops,
bright vivid hues excess of sugars drops.
Outdoor ambient and kind in its spell
crisp breeze tousling foliage pleasant smell.
Gray stout clouds slowly gently mender through
like forceful bullies smothering sky blue.
Shower droplets fall to wet the ground's sleeves;
sun rays weave a rainbow as the rain leaves.
Categories:
lacing, rainbow,
Form: Couplet
EMOTION
transformed
the clouds part
the sun explodes
in
a sweep
of the majestic
lacing alongside
&dancing
shameless
in a glow
of affection
participating
in a
shadow
cast by
threads
exploration
accompanying
exhibition
dissolving
boundaries
to convey
&
celebrate
an inveterate
adventure
gesturing
to
the passionate
within
a mystery really
triggered by
love
closely associated
by the physical
&knocked
sideways by it
to recognise
the power
thereof united
a one one
full of depth
&beauty;
Categories:
lacing, emotions, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In the grass, glimmer of dew on early dawn.
It's first kissed by the glimmer of gold hued sunrise rays;
a new beginning of gold sun-rays.
Rain from a wisp of teal sky, pounds on pane glass,
the sound of patter rain beats in my ears.
When the rain ceased, a double rainbows arches
the heavens into teal bluegrass.
A soft gentle zephyr tightly weaves and lacing through
one another’s tendrils leaving a wisp
of pure clean white breath scent,
savoring sweetly tangy flavor
of emerald tender blades of grass,
among the foliage of spring nostalgic growth.
Autumn embraces natures laced in summer.
Heavenly.
3/17/2023
In the Grass' Contest Info
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
lacing, nature,
Form: Free verse
purple flower power…what is it?
the subtlety, openness, curiosity?
when your deep, your highness,
steeped in royalty - intact or in petals
spread under feet or on silky beds.
when your soft and pale, nearly
a romantic moonlight, ardent, timid,
yet wise on your light-fantastic-trip.
purple flower power, not red,
not white nor pink. Soothing,
your tender upon the hearth.
i’d not pay attention as much
as if you were a flame, like lips
upon lips or a pink-cherub youth.
yet you’re graceful, like a ballerina,
not on her tiptoes, but lacing up her
soft shoes, slowly, waiting for a partner.
purple flower power…what is it?
an artist’s brush, a light dusk
or dawn - but still it draws the eye.
10/7/2022
Categories:
lacing, flower,
Form: Free verse
In a wireframe dress on a drooping pedestal
She is pretty and pink and easy to digest
He calls her sadness art
Smooths out all the sharpness of her
She is easy to look at
He grabs her wrists, nail bitten fingers
lacing up satin shoes
in the back of a grey room
In front of the mirror,
on the subway
He says, I will make you immortal,
don't you want to live forever,
aged fourteen?
Stay here, before your chest expands inside the corset and the
wires dig into your hips
The world cannot take this away
In these halls
she walks silently
Clutching a crumpled skirt
Laces the fading shoes in front of a mirror
She holds his gaze like a rope at the back of the theatre
He shakes his head, cases her in amber
Toe pointed forward, dust swirling around her
Forever waiting to jump
Categories:
lacing, beauty, dance,
Form: Free verse
My little one of soothing smiles
Speechless gazes in random gestures
You're Darien, a gift as rain during drought
Love twined birthing a divine expression
Your innocently faultless laughter is succour to my heart
You're love expressed in perfection
I could never have dreamt or desired better
On your first count on mortal's abode, I'm joyful that;
You're divine love made from my loins
God's careful artistic design given to me as a son.
Words do below fairness in replicating my joy
As all I sense is an abundance of sweet feelings lacing my breathe
I love you till the endless end of forever Jason.
Happy birthday my darling baby boy.
Categories:
lacing, baby, boy, love, son,
Form: Free verse
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