Again the well of poetry was dry,
My pail was drawing up no deep inspired
Thought or subject matter. All was dull, tired,
Stale water, no exciting trick to try.
Once more the fountain gave me naught but sigh
And sigh of lukewarm breadth — of old expired
Content, no fresh drop of song so desired.
Blessed muse of music, you heard my dire cry!
Pulling at the cord, hoisting and heaving,
I felt the bucket slosh again—with life!
Patiently, ladling out ideas delayed,
I splashed myself with fresh drink. Relieving
A murky mind, I felt renewed and rife.
And thus of nothingness was something made.
You are Alexander the Great upon
my Gordian Knot that Misery has
wrapped me in. A swift cut placed
with expert precision, pragmatic.
You are Hebe, ladling the sweet
ambrosia of your love into my
ever parched goblet, drinking
desperately your honeyed passion.
You are the Siren song, taunting
me to untie myself from the moors
of iron and wood, begging me to
listen to your poisoned anthem.
You are Greek Myths, my love.
You are the universal game of
millions and millions of atoms
colliding and recolliding together.
You are nothing but yourself.
Writing is a catharsis for my pain, lighting my way through the
darkest hours. ~ by poet
pens are the vessels that pour forth our words
ladling ink 'cross blank pages
drawn from wells in our hearts
March 26, 2022
Form K - Kimo Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Syllable count checked with hms
I steal glances at you in my rear-view mirror
Every morning we start for work
Those aviator sunglasses on that handsome face
Make me fall in love again
The way you lovingly attend to me
Every evening we sit for dinner
Ladling my plate, forcing me to eat
Hand feeding me carrots and greens
Makes me fall in love again
You don’t ever flinch
Every night when we go to bed
My ice cold feet seek your warm skin
And you raise your shins slightly to let them sneak under
Making me fall in love again
Written on:09/21/2016
Contest:Free verse love poem
Felt absurd as they kindly said
I could have my heart’s wildest wish
A golden chance to knock and order
a costly ensemble or a flying fish
Mom, an admirable and genial woman
stood waiting till all of us ate
Caught her adding water to gravy
later ladling her plate
I did appreciate the generous love and care
but couldn’t subject engineer dad to my greed
Snubbed the kink of wish that made me irritable
shh..my excellent parents had eight mouths to feed
An orange haired little cat
iris shining in the sun’s gleam
lay at my feet the birthday morning
straight out of my last night’s dream
That memory emits such effulgence when
power of love bowled me over that December
The secret wish I hid deep was fulfilled
without an iota of hint,I remember
Written on:07/08/2016
Time taken to write:1 hour
hop on the back
of the Cheshire cat,
made of devil’s food cake
faint into the void,
ladling out clusters of
pinkish-blue whipped dreams
Martin was a man of mettle Kingly to the clan
Athletic in prowess the pristine preacher's son
Registered first as Michael, he heaven's rapturer
Templed his genius above the common A grader
Interned to Moorehouse, forsook a health degree
Nurtured in theology later and fed with philosophy.
Luster of tongue ladling a lintless mind, he shrined
Ultimate tenets of peace from Ghandi who went first
The tenacious trumpeter to black civil rights inclined
Hedged us morally in the discourse; demonized, cursed
Excess of Ham demanding a seat at the table of unity
Rightfully, because of Martin's new vision of mutuality
Klans folk fire bombed his church, and then his home
Incacerated, hosed, stabbed, the work tolled his life
North and South reluctant states of mind full of foam
Giving place to honor the gracious giant in this strife
Justice justly deserving his judicious capital journey
Reclaiming the promise with savant prose and oratory.
Tutti Fruiti
Lovers ladling luscious love sips,
Kiss kumquats for passionate pair.
Peaches and pears and purple plums
Fresh fruit fritters fling affair
Love apples, appetite appealing,
Lovely lips in tasty tender
Nectar needing naught to sweeten
Sweethearts sail to swift surrender.
Cantaloupe couple, cozily connected
In wonder of their wedded bliss.
Passion preferred fruit of choice,
Juxtaposed in juicy kiss.
Sailing on the sensual seas
Of Italian idyll indolence.
Feasting on forbidden fruits,
Nuptial love as their defense.
For Linda Marie's Luscious Love Lingers contest 8th place
Little tree, I loved you the first time I saw you
Your green leaves bright
Ladling laughters of light
Your eyes sparkling sweetly like a silver dew.
The wind around you whisper at your dance
Erudition flown on spring
Butterflies brought on wing
Where the water falls ... gold remembrance
Of another special child bereft of presence
Where hope's blossom falls
Silent as distant night palls
Truth and success timeless tale's evidence
Little tree, did you know the rebirth of dreams
Again I felt in your shade
The journey that would wade
Me away from sun's heat to cool evening streams
It was you inspiring me to hold again a little hand,
A daughter long unseen
The silent pain, the keen
Secrets that churn in the lonely heart of a man.
I believe you would bloom all that I felt lost, and I
Pray the bearer of fruits
Would make you bear fruits
More special than kings can dream ... golden in the sky
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