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My Slumbering Muse
My slumbering Muse in her hidden dreams
Has slept still beside me and not stirred,
And though in shallow sleep, or so it seems,
Has not woken and spoken a single word.
Or, laying abed with me, not conceived
To enlighten me with a useful rhyme.
I ask for poetic themes to be weaved,
But my silent Muse sleeps a long, long, time.
How, then, do I arouse my resting Muse?
Shall I now, gentle, wake her with a kiss,
And whisper that her dreams hold rhymes to choose?
And to share those dreams is poetic bliss.
Or, annoyed, shall she wish her dreams to keep,
Turning to one side to resume her sleep?
10/02/17
This misanthrope lived
most all his life alone,
yet upon awakening
this very early morn,
mine eyes saw me prone
naked body adrip atop
blood soaked sheets,
that glommed to mine
lacerated flesh and shone
deep red as moonlight seeped
thru chink in the stone wall,
nothing else stirred
'cept myself abed,
but sinew and bone
suddenly alarmed
what demon slashed
into red ribbons,
whence fright suddenly,
I choked, gasped,
and loosed a groan
upon e'en the slightest movement
found me to moan
with excruciating pain,
while in thine head
did sinister demon fueled,
a wounded pained animal groan
maniacal cackling gradually
increasing to an ear piercing,
hounding and deafening tone,
whence hands attempted
to clap away
evil frightful shrill
ne'er heard nor known
afore this nightmarish scene
capped when nine inch nails
caked with thick
dried blood shown
in the dim light affixed
to monster sized brown
paws not my own,
yet latched to this
gruesome near slain
(bodily heap of mine)
ogre haunted nemesis over blown
sanity, and frightfully unknown
as like an accursed beast
methought hie got catapulted
to the outer limits
of the twilight zone.
“What the heart can’t speak of, poetry does.”
Quote- Poets own
I wish I were the who I used to be
Before I began with anxiety
So much has happened to stir fear and dread
That stops me sleeping peacefully abed.
Once I was as joyful as one could be
Till worry came and stayed inside of me
I smile through each day, so one wouldn’t detect
How my heart is lurching beneath my chest.
Worry o'er my loved one, being the curse
Without whom I could not live life on earth
So much has happened health-wise through our lives
Each time I pray, please God let him survive.
I observe others have their tough times too
And I pray for God to bless those who do
I still believe in power of prayer
In the Shepherd’s guidance that's always there.
“It can’t be helped” to myself this I say
Knowing the sun will shine on me some day
Over the rainbow my raged heart will leap
The day that I feel my life is complete.
Writing poetry is therapeutic
It’s one of the reasons that I do it
Focusing on something that pleases me
May provide me the change I want to see.
By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no future roles to play.
The primitive man and all modern
day caveman - and sand men have
forgotten the people of the soil-and
the trees and the water and the mountains
women behaving _nonchalantly___
as they watch -us being erased;
Written out of history.
What is left of us
we who write poetry
that does not impress wealth,
they eat, we die -- they drink
we go thirsty, they make
merry with their Dirty sex;
While we imitate our exterminators.
we disappear with
broken noses and borrowed hair
We are no more.
Our costumes died
then our children
with no past and no future
we are no more~~~~
Now that we are being
created by our scribes;
penned down ages before we could
realize that our solemn but
equivocal art, superimposed
with fervent sentences bore
more intonations & meanings
than maidenly sought;
We lie within our meditative silences.
Reminiscing the helter,skelter and
dither, through which our stories
were told in words.
While the strokes by our quills
fade & shiver to sheer posterity
but eventful mileages;
We beseech this forthcoming generation
To voice out in unison the
unfinished phrases, but clauses
yet again.We are now no more.
Although there were a few scattered
prospects yet to be achieved;
we lie abed not asunder,
With no regret or fear or whatsoever
We are no more.
Only in fiction shall we meet
To play our parts with unsung aptitude.
As our styles are pursued;
Until then, we are no more.
As life still beckons on
with trajectories being preached
but sold,We pray you, this age
that celerity & glee fuel your
palms but gumption's with
deepened emotions & thinking caps.
As the die is cast,
Till the results are known;
We are now no more!
Through frigid months, she waited for Spring rains
to give relief and ease heartbroken pains,
Nature will award that which Life commands
placing her true love, in its gentle hands.
O'sweet promise of passion's fine delights,
candlelight dinners and intimate nights.
With eager dreams her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, in the far North.
Countless, were the eventides spent in dread
Praying he'd stay safe 'fore lying abed
She wished on stars in darkened Winter skies
as tears pooled in her melancholy eyes
Arctic winds blustered; through tall pines they'd blow,
layers of oceans, in white waves of snow
In Wintry dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Away from winter's chill, of the far North.
Pictures sent from her beau, her Southern man
whose dashing looks, deep blue eyes and bronzed tan,
had her heart remembering their first kiss
Without regret, love said, "Hold onto this!"
To wake with dawn's sweet warmth, upon her face
would ease her sorrow and heartache erase.
In ardent dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Beyond the frosty chill of the far North.
She brushed her hair, raven tresses fell
Her firelight shadow evidenced the swell
Softly, she hummed, cradling her unborn child
A motherly instinct that brought forth a smile
Having a babe, they had both long revered
That he'd be back in time, she deeply feared.
With anxious dreams, her spirit sallied forth.
Further from winter's chill of the far North.
She was haunted by his voice in a dream
and awoke with the sound of her own scream
Rain, her companion, on an April morn
Pains let her know their child would soon be born
Alone, she prayed that she'd know what to do
In the door strode a man; eyes of deep blue.
No longer a dream, her man had come forth
To deliver their child in the far North.
Thank you for opening the door to me for this write, Robert. It began on a cold Winter night, but Spring rains brought with it, a new beginning. Writing with you is like opening a treasure chest of beautiful gemstones.
(* to be read in the style of Heny V before the battle of Agincourt)
To arms! To arms!
Men of the Shires, rouse from your winter sleep
the game's afoot, waste no more time abed,
to Hardware stores you have a date to keep,
fight through the drapes of cobwebs in your sheds.
To arms!
Unshackle pasting tables, wipe the trays
for paint rollers not used in many moons,
the paint brushes that have seen better days
left to go hard in pickle jars since June.
To arms!
The squeaky front gate mocks you as you pass,
the peeling paper teases in the hall,
Greenhouse offends thine eye with broken glass
house number upside down upon the wall.
To arms!
Onward, onward you face your foe alone
tirelessly strive, no weaknesses, no flagging,
your only ally, her true colours shown
through bouts of sharp critique and constant nagging.
To arms!
We few, we happy few with common bond
will tackle each new challenge with no fear
for though the day be long you see beyond,
when all is done you're off to have a beer.
To arms!
2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December twenty third
two thousand twenty two wrought
(lasting greater part of twelve hours)
impossible mission to keep warm
generating body heat
necessity courtesy three dog night,
sure as I'm sitting here
nevertheless found yours truly
yearning for global warming
while dentures chattered
a mile a minute then jumped
out me mouth
and scrabbled, scrambled
and scratched along floor
leaving corpse like body abed
stiff as a board
dead cold analogous,
when rigor mortis
grips lovely bones
immune to brutal cold.
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose
wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaffed antifreeze
as preservative, plus
out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity
of writer's block.
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
Pouring into night
heat and cool rest
to blend
A smell
abstruing sense,
wearing of day,
sliding into an envelope
sent to shadow-lands,
I submerge to rest
in jasmine,
glimmered to dream
slung in a hammock,
bedazzled in the fire of illusion,
I lay in wonder of the cross
A lone cicada
trilled,
a twilight anthem settling
to a cadence of love,
drifting and distracted
by darken descendants,
phantoms of Grey
with no light’s knife,
they twix the mix
of palate,
Ocher hues spread,
merging to black
swallowed,upended,
in the soft line
of the horizons dome,
mixing paradise
with the stars
A spruce air seduces taste,
to find,
this voids seduction
is to breath in heaven,
teasing to gasp
in this beauty,
and suckling to taste
in the delectable Grey,
becoming a twin to moon,
I am struck,
as half-light bewitches me
and swings my hammock,
to the milky way,
the southern cross
cradles my head,
and jasmine visions
are overcome,
listing in an untouchable bliss
I lay down,
abed of light
embraced by a universe
of my own making,
dream knitting
fibrils of saffron time
Awake before the alarm clock started ringing
Lying abed as song birds serenade me, singing
Listening to chirping lyrics, I linger with a smile
Then get ready for work; my weekday lifestyle
A daily ordeal of honking horns and road rage
Impatient drivers, fingers raised in rampage
My parking spot was stolen, a pitfall of being late
It's still morning, and already I feel the hand of fate
Lost a client I was supposed to represent in court
Booked a flight then realized I needed a passport
No time for lunch, I waited in line for a new photo
A kid ran into me. I think he broke my big toe!
It took a while to soothe my senses, but I tried
with a smile on my lips, but my eyes said they lied
My boyfriend just canceled tonight's date
Who does that in email? A spineless ingrate!
At five I headed home, but the elevator got stuck
Got hit on by some dude. Everything's gone amuck
My car disappeared, so I reported it stolen
Tripped and sprained my ankle. It's swollen!
I took the bus home and while fumbling for keys
Pulled a muscle in my back; couldn't stifle a sneeze
Please, let this day be over! I had nothing to eat
but expired eggs and instant cream of wheat
Lost my appetite and decided to watch TV
Cable was out, which only added to my misery.
I went to bed but heard knocking on my door
"What?" I asked. She said, "Oh, I'm on the wrong floor"
Now, past midnight. The day from Hell was done
but come morning there'd be another one.
I threw the clock out the window, into the street
Tomorrow I'll stay in bed, listening to the birds tweet
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September 12, 2020
All In A Day Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula