In the womb of space-time, throbs pulse dual,
polarities dance in organic form,
dissolving in heart, if love’s the fuel,
which creates within, a benign bliss storm.
The one becomes two and then one again,
union in heart, separation in head,
thus when pristine presence be free from stain,
we are in the vast void by God’s hand led.
At the beach we watch waves lap up the shore,
each wave distinct, dancing with emotion,
yet in truth is it not a single roar,
each drop no different from the ocean?
Remove the prism to know light is pure white ~
Where is ego when two lovers unite
I lap up the rays of the sun
in my private country yard
away from other people’s eyes
I could sunbathe nude
no one would know
because I don’t post everything I do on social media
the one thing that is keeping me from stripping down
is the giant fly biting my foot over and over.
Ouch!
*this is by primary school me, AKA 9-11 yr old me?
The serene crystal clear water,
Watching, waiting,
Calm placid waves lap up against sandy shores,
Playful dolphins leaped up from tranquil water posing for the sun,
As light pierced through peaceful water,
Like a diamond worth millions,
The graceful mysterious stingray,
So beautiful but so deadly,
Camouflaged below the shallow water,
Moving so elegantly through the sea,
Like a butterfly,
Shading into the sand beneath the ocean,
The venomous tail of the stingray,
Raging fiercely onto its prey,
Poisoning its target,
Oblivious of what happens on the sea bed,
Lapis blue water turns blood red.
The beautiful stingray,
Hovered over the coral like a UFO gliding across a moonless night,
Filling its prey to the brim of fright,
As it swiftly drifted across the water.
Empty, tasteless promises
Filling empty, tasteless pies
They fill our heads with fluff-n-stuff
And s'more empty, tasteless lies
Rich drips of sticky pudding
They kiss every sticky drop
They suck down all our milkshakes
Then lick sticky off the top
They smile empty, tasteless smiles
And lap up sticky off the floor
Then they eyeball our last cherry
Lick their lips and out the door
Let's stop eating tasteless pudding
Let's stop ingesting tasteless pies
I think it's time we eat more meat
Suck on your empty, tasteless lies
You make the music
this solemn heart beats like a drum when you're in view
an arrangement full of ache pulls from under my skin
drawn to you, your vibration
I lap up every sound spilling from your lips
tasting your silver tounge
soul instrumentation, how delicious is this sin
A willing victim of your siren song
teasing komorebi light
cognised by our single eye
flickers at the core of our being
where silence cloaks stillness
ripening the seeds of love
blossoming in our heart
wafting mists of bliss
carried on wings of angels
osmotically permeates our form
soma nectar divine sublime
which we eagerly lap up
as elixir for our soul
breath by breath thus
we behold in wonderment
magical spell conjured by God
nurturing our spiritual heart
that lotus of love therein
shines as living light
How do birds know when dawn’s pink-feathers will unfold?
How do trees trap sky between triangles of leaves?
How does the honey-sun melt yellow on dandelion flowers?
And how does the moth of dusk brush colours away
so the black-night-cat can lap up the moon in her bowl?
The waves lap up against the shore,
A soothing sound that I adore.
I’ve heard this many times before
Yet always, it’s appealing.
Aside from sea gulls, there’s no sound.
Off-season, no one is around,
So when I hear the wavelets pound,
Relaxed is how I’m feeling.
My normal anxious state recedes.
The ocean rules; my mind accedes,
For this is what my body needs,
A little dose of healing.
time cloaked fierce wrath
I gave up the past or the wind
wipe the chill off my flesh
bury the sun in brine
watch the warped beams
an intricate mosaic
bathing inside
the dripping rays
In utter
crystal testimony
pectoriloquy
squiggles sloppy stencils
shattered insights
defiant & resistant
shoreless traveler mood
of
braided stories drifting
left unmarked
unsoiled
knead to the ground
lap up the virgin earth
with
my thirsty soul
tangible
&sprawled
untouched
by the
contaminated
fingers
of
perception.
my
broken
reflection
on
endless pages of poetry
perfectly aligned
melting
into
unrefined masterpiece
1st place contest winner
You Say Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
It's in the gloaming
in lingering twilight
that beside me the disquiet sidles
clouds idle, the violet of a bruised eyelid
and shape of fingers broken
and long healed
permanently wrong.
Inside me the violence is silent
but wants me pried open
wants my right hand knuckles swollen
wants an explosion
The release of a fight
so long denied I've forgotten
how my nose feels broken
It's ironic, my kindness.
The lie of my niceness.
How I hide behind politeness.
I'm like a vegan that ate meat as a child and loved it, devoured it, cracking open the bones to lap up the marrow, who greedily suckled the fatty sleeve on a new York strip, who now frequents dreams where steaks make blood puddles all over the plate. In the dreams the blood tastes of violence and light, when she breathes she can taste the death in the silence and in the blood on her tongue she tastes life.
A Tea Party for Friends
I’m having a tea party for some friends
To celebrate friendship that never ends
There's three cats, one dog and my teddy bear
He’s the one who’s sat on his tiny chair.
Mommy provided her poshest tea set
It’s made from fine bone china of the best
Cats lap up milky tea, not so the dog
He will drink it as it comes from the pot.
I have dog and cat biscuits for a treat
Teddy and I’ll eat cake sugary sweet
Then when we have had sufficient to eat
We’ll put on music and dance on our feet.
Finishing the party with a sing-song
With mom joining in and singing along
Soon it’s come time for an afternoon nap
We all fall asleep right there on the mat.
6th November 2021
Rhyming Me A Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Photo number 4 chosen
She is brighter than dawn
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
There’s a light about her
like the moon through a mist:
a starry candescence
with which she is blessed
and my heart to her light
like the tide now is pulled ...
she is fair, O, and bright
like the moon silver-veiled.
There’s a fire within her
like the sun’s leaping forth
to lap up the darkness
of night from earth's hearth
and my eyes to her flame
like twin moths now are drawn
till my heart is consumed.
She is brighter than dawn.
Keywords/Tags: Meter, Rhyme, Traditional, Formal, Quatrains, Love, Light, Dawn, Moon, Stars, Heart, Tide, Fair, Bright, Fire, Sun, Dark, Darkness, Night, Hearth, Flame, Moth, Moths
"HArTfUL"
Free from the air. Dream of the care. Love lifts light thru
cliffs of dim hazel blue drifts. Lazy wind and breeze embrace the spill from all the waste. Grey green emerald skies
lap up the white flaked night. Riffs of scales and sounds
and fables. All to see,all to believe,all together,all to gather.
Fill the void slowly.Don't let your heart overflow.
_sky.
I just want to
Walk within her words of innocence
hand in paw a steady vigilance
As she goes about her path of life
till her soul is a force not a myth
and one the world won’t contend with
I just want to
Sit in silence within her insecurity
lap up the tears of invulnerability
Steady her hackle through Those hidden times
And fight threw the trying emotions when she can’t
If only this confused world would let me pant
I just want to
to taste her breath
upon my neck
and feel her words of lust
lay her stanza down in a bed
and cover her thoughts with love.
I just want
Shells wash up, on the shore,
Of textures and patterns - galore,
Embedded, in the sands of time,
As waves lap up, of a fresh new bind,
Children build model castles of sand,
Imagination of a king’s march, overland.
As the mild froth of seawater, surrounds the fort,
Creation of a circle of defensive moat,
God forbid, if the attack is fierce,
It breaches the castle, with a high wave - pierce.
As waters wane at the ebb of the tide,
Young hearts search for shells, in their stride,
Occasional jubilant moments of surprise,
As a pearl glitters, from a shell, prised.
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