Thin veil of raindrops,
splattering.
Liquefied pellets
falling to the ground.
Welcomed into the parched land
with open arms.
Raindrops dripping down from
eaves and rooftops above,
tap-dancing in the puddles,
waltzing on the corrugated metal roofs.
Sliding on the smooth green leaves
falling gracefully; like little ballerinas.
Bringing the color back
to the wan faces of the
drooping plants.
Giving the earth
a new coat of paint,
warm, vibrant colors surfacing.
Faces upturned,
tongues out-stretched.
Little children out to play in the rain.
Splashing in puddles,
setting little paper sailboats
off on expeditions to distant lands.
Farmers smiling
watching the rain
bring life back to their crops.
Relief etched on their faces,
they'll survive another year.
the fields are alive again.
Rain.
Hope from the heavens
falling gently onto the earth,
fueling our hopes and dreams;
watering our deadened hearts,
answering our prayers.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
hope rains down.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
When midnight flames flicker aesthetic reveries,
releasing ashes of rainbow petals,
upon the canvas of undressed seasons,
I delve into blue blurs of butterflies,
framed in floating colors of nostalgia,
aching for dried dyes to home this scraped heart~
hanging loose, within smoky imagery,
as if every pigment will sprout from lilies of longing.
But can memories thaw frozen zeal,
illustrating steamy sunsets with liquefied rubies,
to unveil a timeless era, retouched and restored,
from the dust of dusks composed in surrealism?
And I, the splattering of an ink-blot,
persist as a dramatized kiss of tongue-stroked silence,
like a portrait, isolated in artistic utopia,
as love is more than a metaphor that speaks to the moon;
a pastel palette textured with melted roses~
saturated stars can interpret…
Liquefied compost is still shy it A lot less than a dream it seems What did you just see and hear is unrecognizable Able did not listen ether but that’s neither hear nor there just cats and rats idol’s chit mystified and that pertains to men and not GOD for all that glistens is, but not bold, so be wary, somethings are just toast
The rhapsody of rainbow
melts in morose mélange,
the concoction of colors
bleeds bland in
shattered silence,
sucked out
of crumbled core
of sensuous cloud,
soothing rain rinses
the stains in broken hearts,
shades of grey paints
the frayed linen of love,
redundant.
The requiem
of longing patina
of repentant rose
resonates melancholic medley
in the portals of petals,
the faded gloss
turns into tears
in pearls of mourning dew,
desiccates uncared
under the summer sun
of the desert mind,
the wilted flower falls
on weathered gravestone
of spent passion,
departed.
The cacophony captured
in the melody of forlorn music,
chaotic symphony floats
out of tune
on disharmonic wave,
strained smiles displayed
with elusive enactment
in ostentatious podium of life,
songs turn into echo
of convoluted noise
in hollow souls,
pretentious.
The intriguing facet
of listless life
seen entranced
through liquefied layers
of cynical stratum,
configures pessimism
in the sunken essence
of living exaltation,
the apparent aspect
refracts defiled expression
of warped existence,
enshrined.
1. Earth
The designated household steward
Formidable, resourceful, and replenishable
Overseer of life advancement
Protector of the realm
2. Air
The dynamic life giver
Atmospheric regulator and ventilator
Breathable qualities regenerative properties
Possessor of the realm
3. Water
The paramount mundane neccesitator
Aquatic shapeshifter's topographical improvements
Liquefied nutrient entities' sustainabilities
Provider of the realm
4. Fire
The maintenance of creation
Foundational builder massive molding
Keeper of the Flame
Prudential of the realm
small soft signs of spring
when snow becomes liquefied -
tingling sensation
Temperate gold buds, untrimmed, lease heaven,
In the wake of an avarice moment,
The grandeur Laurentian Abyss, she came.
Love witnessed a desire being potent,
Her hair the color of passionate heat,
Trailed sparks in the carved vale of the Abyss,
She brought the ardor of men their defeat,
And vanquished hearts with her outpour of bliss.
Genteel tasks in her liquefied domain,
Her expressed lured eyes left their thoughts to wane,
From Neptune Masiff, left many in vain,
The heights alone made the challenge, a strain.
Abyss turned Masiff, mermaid of pardon,
Her laughter championed her trust wanton.
A dead tree looks like a stone
Of thousand years black, fissured and tan-faced,
But still no hopes to fall down:
The secret is that she holds the invisible
Beauty steady and faithful.
Although she is dead by body but
Still alive in her warm sighs of beauty.
To make the unseen beauty visible,
You've to be poetic.
The body is reduced to ashes some day
But beauty never perishes.
Between a dead tree and a mother
I find a sweet simile!
When a mother holds a pen
The world comes to her feet,
And implores to be her slave.
Mother is a such a subtle flower
That blooms through all the year.
Mother is a wax
If someone good or evil
Comes to her, he or she becomes
Liquefied by her warm.
Mother is a blooming lotus in the nectar,
But that ambrosia becomes poisonous
When a hornet stings the lotus.
Literature isn't possible bare mother-
Even, except her there is no identity of father,
What we are today!
What we were yesterday!
And what we shall be-
All credit goes to mother: the symbol
Of all women.
drowning in shallow water
knowing how to swim,
but not knowing how to float
i do not blame her for leaving
drowning in shallow water
knowing how to swim,
but not knowing how to float
i do not blame her for choosing him
my main mistake was wanting too much time to myself
my main mistake was pushing her, and her love, away
my main mistake was taking her sincere, precious love for me for granted
my main mistake was underestimating and doubting her inner strength as well as her independence
now there she is happy, smiling , and so in love with a real man
now here i am, a sad, pouting, pitiful little boy with a long way to go
my stomach is not full from the shallow water in which i am drowning in
it is instead from the heavily liquefied regret that is still painfully grounding in
As a molten drop of wax,
running down,
from a dying candle,
a single drop of tear,
left her eye’s boundary,
making its way down,
falling down without a sound,
and crashed!
The denouement of a sad life!
Like pulverized shards of glass,
it tore into the flesh,
causing deep haemorrhage,
somewhere inside the brain!
August.6.2022
Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
That night I felt the frail body burn in fainting fever
Pounding heart pushed blood to the brain in a rush
In the swinging sense I felt floating in thin air forever
Vaporized eyes strained in vain to clear the vision
As they looked vacantly transfixed in hallucination
At the changing surreal shape of surmounting space.
Through the thin layers of luminous liquefied night
I saw my entity sinking with my essence escaping
Getting dissipated in the domain of ethereal ether
I heard the sound of the distant bells tolling faintly
Masking the music of the swan song fading away
In stalled time’s serene depth of sublime silence.
That’s when I saw a pale figure appear as if frozen
In the mist outside the window open on the starry sky
As the gloomy clouds cleared I saw in the moonshine
The smiling face of my mother who I’d lost years ago
She came to take me with her, but before I said wait
I regained consciousness after near death experience.
_________________
April 30, 2022
Contest : Near Death Experience
Sponsored by : Chantelle Anne Cooke
To think of a place, I tried
as I left for the station
but I still couldn't decide
where do I spent my vacation?
A place, where I could hide
from my grief, my depression
Thinking hard, I looked to my side
as people left for their destination
what's wrong with my brain! I sighed
Hearing that, my brain felt offensive
An idea sparked in my mind
I went to the Transport Pensive
I selected the Saturn Slide
it was quite expensive
I could feel myself liquefied
I swirled around, it was extensive
I took the Saturn's Ring Ride
as I was landin', there came a rally
They welcomed me with arms wide
They were greetin' me open Heartedly
the native food was being cooked
they were fryin' meal, spicy and oily
I stayed in the hotel, all rooms booked
after restin' I visited the lush valley
everything I wished was granted
I ate pizza, I licked ice cream
but It was not where I belonged
and it belonged in my dream
the dogs were happy
did not have to dig deep
in bomb craters and
makeshift graves
they licked at pulverized bones
and liquefied brains
slurped up the proceeds of war
and roamed the street
sluggish and flatulent
saliva dribbled as well
from the industrial military complex
fused joy with sore fingers
from counting the money
Dmitri wondered
what had become of his folks
and where the flowers had gone
before he pegged his rag doll
to a skull bone that floated
in a sewer of lost hope
his young soul was confused
with reality and fake news
and yet his scarred mind
was never far from revenge
as he waded through carnage and destruction
he found remains of his pet
and smeared a bloody reminder
on his feverish forehead
picked up a land mine
and bode farewell to one of his arms
because the weapon exploded
never one to cease with belligerent ease
Flower extract
On the body worn ahead of human contact,
A pressurized can preserving it;
With a vaporizing mechanism
That upon actuation gets friendly faces lit,
Further brightening the ones bought over by tribalism.
A liquefied fragrance for armpits
But also for arresting smells keener than a cesspit’s
And for the fortunate handkerchief
Of a folk alive to bad odour and its mischief.
To it a woman lends her neck,
Fully trusting the romantic havoc it does wreck;
A roguish sureness that some man against it shall brush
And a withdrawal from same not rush,
Lingered kisses planting there
With the whole world finding it just fair!
Perfume is by the fashionable grabbed;
During a kidnap, together with it nabbed,
The female habitual user letting out a frustrated sigh
After a shopping and she didn’t remember to it buy.
Solid words liquefied;
Bound and told horrified;
Ancient own;
Dooley honed ;
I am that child
Buck-wild
7/8/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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