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I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils cutting through pines
whose needles’ sweet scent
I breathe deeply in.
I can almost taste the breeze as it rushes past,
waltzing through the many trees.
The sky, immersed in azure, is heavenly!
I imagine its clouds having been swirled by the wind
with which I wish I too were dancing.
Bright foliage surrounds me.
I am bedazzled by them as they ostensibly flaunt
hues of scarlet, rich amber honey, russet, and tangerine -
an ocean of windswept trees!
My destination is a pristine lake where new trees
shimmer - mirrored in its crystal blue.
One oak is so tall it seems like a steeple reaching upward.
Its limbs have formed an arbor which beautifies
the view that greets my eyes.
Acquiescing to enthrallment, I linger there
where tranquility’s quintessence abides,
inhaling October’s unique potpourri.
Dusk will soon swallow up the day,
so I begin my descent. Birds twitter; leaves whisper.
Seeing me, a timid rabbit scampers behind a bush.
Heaven seems fused with the terrain,
igniting my world with iridescence
as against a splash of persimmon, seagulls soar.
How I would love to glide home like those glorious birds.
Intoxicated by the rhapsody of colors,
I come to the bottom of the trail with just enough time
to reach my home’s comfort before night’s chill
envelops all.
Dec. 16, 2022
For Eve Roper's Still-Life Autumn Scene Poetry Contest
Cold air whistles acquainting
me with Arctic Blast, when
roundly forcing acquiescing
into half foursquare corner, activating
most recent spate of
ideal linkedin warm weather
ah...,my favorite sweet
spot for read ding
partially secluded from
gossip mongers addicting
fellow nosy residents,
who rarely brave elements
of style lush nature addressing
natural environment, sans leaving
comfort of their hermetically
sealed apartment adhering
to zero risk exposure
even during pitch
perfect weather adjusting
cessation to renouncing
"cabin fever" administering
most potent panacea
for heavenly solar fling
nay, most every tenant
here at Highland Manor
prefers vicariously admiring
terrestrial flora and
fauna, even when nature
bursts forth with adoring
"The Rite of Spring" adorning
the snapchat buzz zee
flight of the Bumble Bee
the still frozen, yet slowly aerating
rib rock solid state terra
firmae slowly alleviating
thick slabs of iced over terrain
indiscriminately allocating
patch of landscape
legion limitless almsgiving
then as instagram dusk
preempts afternoon alternating
cathartic, fantastic,
and iambic anesthetizing
magic, opportunistic, and therapeutic
reverie blitzed, viz banshee screaming
mother nature's wound
dead spirit expressing
agony dost vent wrath
heartfelt lament vacillates, manifests,
and explodes analogous
qua red bull who readily
didst get smitten angling
to expunge anguishing
cumulative racking torment
hell bent on annihilating
primate responsible species
akin to a silent spring announcing
slow but inexorable annulling
guardian (nee abuser) role usurped
by *****sapiens,
who need answer
for relentlessly antagonizing
writhing, lowing, and bristling
Planet Earth!
X marks the spot to the treasure I seek on your treasure map; x is where I shall find the answers to all of the questions I have asked
And then there are x’s in place of my eyes, just like a cartoon drawing portraying my eyes as being shut, but truly mine are in a lust filled guise not appearing open wide
Was I just a part of your story an experimentation like a sickness you needed to cure, or was I an extracurricular activity that you used when you were unsure
You know an activity of the sexual deviant kind, where your body coalesces with unbridled passion in time with mine
Where everything is exceptional, a true masterpiece, nothing as perfect as the moment in time between where our two bodies meet
In that place where our bodies are almost touching and speaking to one another extralinguistically, where nothing else exists just the spark of our chemistry
And my love you are amazingly dexterous, the way that you can barely touch me, and I then cease to exist
Your love is a toxin, and my blood is the host, acquiescing to the pleasure/pain as though I’m almost comatose
Trying not to choke on the euphoria gyrating within my soul, and as it expands it is making me feel wanton and not whole
Making me question am I an exhibitionist, or am I only pretending to be because it’s you that I crave to be with
You that I ache to explore the depths of darkness with, and if I can’t have this with you then I simply don’t want it
Ex that is what you are to me, and although our love was exquisite it was our lust that was exuberant, in which it engulfed me.
A single ray shone light through a knothole and anchored his thoughts
At daybreak for the spider-web’s shadow enlightened the beach hut
Tim had lived in a mansion but hardship had unburdened his soul
He was happy because the sun had risen once more over the waves
Time for reflection prayer morning and gratitude in solemn meditation
Nature had given him sight while thick lenses made up for short vision
A glimpse in the day of a sea faring poet
Like driftwood he floated in his quiet mind
Mist ascended as he cleared misgivings and screaming resentments
A ship’s foghorn reminded him that he was able to hear and to listen
It seemed only yesteryear that he had crafted an old-fashioned ear trumpet
From a magnificent sea shell gently covered in iridescent mother of pearl
He paid attention to his small surroundings enchanted by sounds of the tide
An inner world of contemplation followed the shore line straight to his soul
A silent reminder for a washed away scribe
Like whispering chants of today and tomorrow
He licked his lips and tasted salt and the voyage towards freedom
Embraced sea weed small pebbles and fragments of innocent time
Finely ground sand caressed his foundations and rooted his passion
Balanced roots of adventure with a medley of fragrance’s scent
Sea gulls guided his awakening in his modest harmony’s shelter
In his heart he touched a dolphin roaming the cusp of his being
Tim could be whatever he wanted as long acquiescing
Auspicious thankfulness to tame misguided intemperance
Content with what once had been and was and might be or not
He stepped outside into a realm of lightness and nourishment
Gathered what the ocean offered and collected tinder and planks
Wreckage from riding the crest too ambitiously and close to the wind
Kindling was generous and kind to him on this fine passionate morning
And fire burst into life crackled surged and sputtered and never went out
He had vowed to live on terms of beginnings and ends
Until night would fall for eternity and one final breath
22nd July 2019
My heart's held hostage by three words,
love, fear, and doubt: share equal thirds.
For once love's lost, it's seldom found,
letting countless tears wet the ground.
You know just how to make me cry,
living in fear, you'll say goodbye.
And yet, I swear my love is true,
my heart is closed to all but you.
You strike out again and again,
acquiescing to mounting strain.
And view love through a fog of lies,
shadows deceiving doubtful eyes.
Your sweet disposition turns sour
when fear starts exerting power.
And you treat me with such disdain,
anxiety feeds off my pain.
Tell me you no longer love me,
and though it'll hurt, I'll set you free.
For if you cared for me at all,
I would not have to beg and crawl.
Stuck in emotional quicksand,
here I stand: fractured heart in hand.
And I've got to know you still care,
before it breaks beyond repair.
Nature made convenient sluice,
when pool water did wend
down the gentle slope
describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
er steadily chugging, chiseling,
and channeling straight away
blindly coursing upend
ding (mankind imposed)
property boundaries demarcations tend
with futile diligence,
asper the whimsical barenaked lady's
propensities, viz mother nature
made short shrift send
ding hours of surveyor labor down
into the behavioral sink also rend
ding inhabitants within the flood plain
to vacate premises and return,
when storm didst abate
comically shaking angry fist
at darkening non sheltering sky -
faux imitating to berate
meteorological processes
many complex systems create
the downpour seemingly
appearing (to me) rainier date
then years gone by scattershot memories,
(which figurative, somewhat unreliable
yardstick of boyhood) did equate
climate affecting
Southeastern Montgomery, Pennsylvania,
registering *****sapiens ultimate fate
burgeoning population, which impact great enough
for this lix spittle country bumpkin to ejaculate
(not prematurely) Hawaii hate
to reckon my environmental impact doth irritate
fragile ecosystems, and
holistic lifestyle aye would trade
(hint...mebbe ya know
of eco-centric intentional communities)
even (yes absolutely)
necessitating sweat of brow spade
work agreeable to this sometime joker
renting from management Grosse and Quade,
who primarily bolster increasing monies to get paid,
perhaps partnership incorporates hiring maid
service for their own households,
no doubt beds get properly made
yet, this regular John Doe (dependent on
social security disability because
debilitating panic attacks undermined
ability to function found (yours truly) laid
up (prior to acquiescing strong suggestions
to accept prescription medication), where grade
to cope much less steep, plus un huff frayed,
now rowing tha old skiff to destination
for to long not fostered and delayed
(christened matthew scott harris) to feign charade
nod duh so merrily lee down the time stream.
Wealthy anthro-supremacists
do not grow healthy
Earth climaxing climates
So too,
Earth's optimal health cultures
currently predict
massive
unmediated
anthro-mortality
So too,
to a monoculturing sociopath,
whether person
or corporation
or national federation,
intent on coldly acquiescing to ecocide,
What remains of proper poetic
and dignified distinctions noetic
between civilization
and civil war?
What remains of integrity's
healing bicameral balance,
educated
informed
reformed
restored
to distinguish between
domestic health empowerment
and global corroding nationalistic wealth
through sacrificial violence?
Destiny’s Choices
Do we choose our destiny
or is fate a foregone conclusion,
an ever growing snow ball
an unstoppable collection
of snow flake moments
gaining momentum
conspiring to bury us?
Can we accept destiny’s fate
without acquiescing to it?
Rewrite upcoming scenes
with actions taken,
slalom at the edge
of fates fury, deny
destiny its choice.
If asked to choose our destiny
what would it be, how
would it unfold, where
would it take us, why
would we make those
destined choices?
4/17/2016
submitted to – Destiny or Choices – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high,
Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky;
As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide,
Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side.
Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river rushing, burbling nearby,
When flocks of birds glide above, swooping and swirling, as they fly;
Where decaying-day dons amber dye, as it slows the reign of time,
Glinting aureate themes of twilight, blushing reveries of eve sublime.
Cotton clouds on opaline fabric, embellish crown of mountain peak,
As sunbeams waltz, with twirling leaves, playing hide-and-seek;
To music of whispers-soft, emanating from tender melodies of breeze,
In sync with mood of eve-romantic, dancing with the rustling trees.
Vying enlightenment of self-actualization, I lie in quietude, supine,
Harboring instincts of erudite mind, dwelling in teachings divine;
Subjugating thoughts unwise, as fuchsia tinges dot magenta skyline,
Where dream-scapes of you and I, on rosy arc of dusk entwine.
Beckoned by your presence-seductive, beaming an esoteric smile,
Your silhouette in yonder revels, flaunting allure of feelings fertile;
Where together we rejoice realms of stars, blissful under moonlight,
As, Venus, the goddess of love, confers upon us a romantic night.
A man from distant lands
Celestial musings that you said to me
Still whisper gently in my memory
Reminding me of our heavenly kiss
Acquiescing to a pull of cherubic bliss.
Nothing has been the same since then
When under the moon we secretly met
For a union of our twilight dreams
Shining under glitter of stellar streams.
Moved by your supernal phrases
I opened the door of loving graces
Riding with you to ethereal places
Singing praises of romantic verses.
When moon so soon left evening sky
And winds shook up stormy clouds
I saw the retreating distant star
Urging you to exit before too long.
But you stayed put in drenching rain
Sheltering my frame without refrain
As we walked to a peaceful lake
Surrendering to love divinely ornate.
I knew you belonged to distant lands
When soon you left with moon and the stars,
Leaving behind your immortal vibe
Permanently bound with a seraphic tie.
January 4, 2018
Placed 1st: Strand Pick 7 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 5th in Impress Me premiere contest by Skat A