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Evanescing into the lull of night
Through a glint blushing around a faint moon;
One unsolved query drifts without delight
Fragile as last chimes…a requiem’s tune:
How stars whisper adieu
Their markings …faded blue
As tears rush on grave’s pew
When sadness chills—
This blow instills
A wail that spills :
Though dreadful this fate, I’ll dance and excite ;
My hope to find you along journey’s boon—
For never would shattered dreams past, outdo
New venture's thrills.
6/10/2018
The Puzzle Of My Rhyme Contest of Broken Wings
Checked via howmanysyllables.com
With Big Bang flash, our Universe was spun,
exploding with a force that quickly spread.
Now, science does predict oblivion
when all the energy of stars is dead.
Just half of all these energies remain
of what there was two billion years ago.
Two-hundred thousand galaxies now wane
with weakness of that surge which feeds their flow.
Survival of all living forms is moot,
for these evolved from Big Bang cosmic brew.
And in the end, the only absolute...
oblivion, the final stage...adieu.
Where stars and planets whirl in bright array,
the darkest, black oblivion will splay.
December 8, 2015
~2nd Place~
Contest: After Forever
Sponsor: John Lawless
Judged: 12/22/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Oblivion
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 12/19/2015
Adieu April
Adios you soggy segue
nature’s mud pie maker
roof top drummer
dog soaker
puddle teaser.
Au Revoir
cool breathed friend
easing the ice from its depths
cajoling the worms
play peek-a-boo
with the Robins.
Bon Voyage old vagabond
titillating transient
instinct whisperer
spring’s pheromonal scent
arousing dormant need.
Farewell
fading water colors
dashes of Jonquil yellow
sprayed among Bluebonnets
triumphant Tulips
surrounded by
Dandelion minions.
“Parting is a sweet sorrow”*
eased in May’s sweet greens
long evenings warmth
celebrating such splendid
serendipity.
John G. Lawless
4/29/2017
*My acknowledgement to Shakespeare
Departing
Dear my lovely friends,
If you are reading this, then please don’t fret over me
Knowing you guys, you're probably already panicking
But I advise you to continue reading, as I’m going to explain everything
But before I start, I owe everyone an apology
You see, I have been lying to you all this time
My job has been draining me emotionally and mentally every day
And I didn’t want to make you worried about me
As I know you already have much on your plate
And what kind of friend would I be if I added to it?
A terrible one on my end, so I had to fib
I hope that you can forgive me for it
When you are telling me about your exciting news
Or reading it on social media
I can’t deny that a part of me dies on the inside
Because you are building yourself a happy future
As for me, I was feeling trapped in my job that goes nowhere
And so out of the blue, I decided to venture on a journey
Where am I going? I haven’t gotten a clue about it
But that is the fun part of all this for me
As I get to discover things about myself I never knew
So with that being said
I wish you adieu
Wish me good luck!
Dear 2024,
I hope this poetic vow
wouldn’t be shunned,
as I block negativity
from my phone,
like my bitter exes.
And forgive my sense
of humor that
resembles sour grapes,
like a dash of salt
and pepper sprinkled
on top of old drapes.
Perhaps, as this
year bids adieu,
I’ll find the right
ingredient to concoct
sparkling wine infused
with giggles that
age like
chucklesome limericks,
as I fine-tune the
empty spaces
of my scribbled
pages with hilarity.
I’ll learn to laugh a
little louder and hope
the ebb of every
comical tale can flow.
Maybe a stricter
chocolate diet would
help me see the
sweeter side of
powdered comedians,
sharpening my wit
as endorphins enhance
my ability to spot
the depth of puns
punctuated
with bizarre tones.
And as December rain
drizzles in symphony
of the darkness
my quill flaunts,
pardon these
peculiar metaphors,
I’ll raise a glass
of crocodile tears,
a toast for
more concise poetry,
and faces I’ve phased,
that I’ll no longer
vent about in vain verses.
Cheers to the
festival lights
on wheel of laughter,
may the florescence
forever flicker as
souvenirs of amusement.
I’ll dance into the
rising sun of a new year,
in an odyssey adorned
with shimmering dreams
embalmed in
tickling mint leaves.
Stars were winking on the sky
and it was a surreal night
spring was caressing the sweet air
the aura was in flair.
We walked a few furlongs side by side
said everything in silence as we did stride
then time came to say goodbye
again we said nothing but only smiled.
My heart was beating high, and bosom was uptight
I bet you felt that vibes right
Was it crush or love? hard to opine
but my feeling was peerless,
like a child playing with snowflakes in early sunshine.
I wish you all the best my friend
hoping this is not the end
and we would meet again, may be on the bank of the Volga
or in a forest where the wind blows away leaves from aspens.
The sun sets over an alabaster hill of elements to me unknown
Adrenalin still pumping from the thrill of the alien spacecraft in which I’ve flown
Abducted from the earth several months ago
Wondering if anyone is still looking for me
Hiking alone in the wilderness
My disappearance is probably a mystery
The horizon has a purple haze, though this air I easily breathe
I am not sure if they are the same sun rays that warm the earth we did leave
Three moons appear in the darkening sky as the sun bids her final adieu
Strange creatures above me start to fly; several planets come in to view
And now the purpose for my abduction
Is made very plain to me
They need me for more reproduction
Their males have lost the ability
Sunsets on this planet are different from those on earth
But if romance is what the aliens want …
I’ll give them all I’m worth
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Never in oblivion could I bury
Such upholds my hope for heavenly high
Leaving me with adieu of victory*.
With his legacy of love and faith’s zest
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Testifying God’s blessings of great best
Marked by thanksgiving no one can deny.
His infirmities propped my trust to fly
As I begged for miracle health's fullness…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh
Since divine will is eternal wellness.
Midst reminiscence of fatherhood bliss
Valuing heritage money can’t buy
So that next generation will not miss…
In my heart always lingers Dad’s last sigh.
*Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces…
September 1, 2021
3rd place, "This or That, Vol. 6" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 9/8/2021.
Who Beside This Atheist Doth "say" Thar Haint No Angels?
Two fatal head on
deadly automobile accidents
in quick succession at
Zieglerville, Pennsylvania
poetic traffic circle
killed me twice today,
this communique notated, recorded,
and transcribed adieu "say"
je nais sais quois eh
by divine angels, who aided
this deceased jay
bird, said winged
saviors didst sashay
in mine close proximity, this lifeless
badly damaged body
sprawled on the road,
when just by the "FAKE"
skin of my...er...dentures,
I whiz invisibly
whisked toward unearthly safety,
and (just in the nick
of time before corpse
of mine thorough lay
underwent aught top say),
this generic organ
donor and eBay
trader found himself shunted
into an expansive
cerebral, cerulean,
and celestial heavenly
gate atmospheric quay
king cosmic arena,
where Cupids practiced play
ying getting strangers lovestruck
when rehearsals debuted, yay
nearly finding this
wordsmith spell bound
yours truly with a may
zing starry eyed,
and stir craze zee,
the first female
(coincidentally, a head
over heels teenage crush)
aye didst yip pee
mon decaying flesh
felt WOWed, cuz she
never looked better re:
eternally sleeping with her
stone face, prithee
one, where death be
not proud did justice,
yet rules forbid fraternizing
with deceased, nee
(repudiating no exceptions
against gender bending
strictures) amidst soul asylum,
could witness punishment, nay
saying of guilty party landing
squarely into jailed
into the absolute
worst hellish clinker
back to the future as
joining every other
mere mortal upon Earth,
next best option offered
aside from (undying soul
reveling in immortality),
would be fate offered,
by Scott, sans the blimey
(hen pecking) road
less traveled me
disappointing fate,
where alternative possibility,
chosen minus collisions, and
absent adolescent
post mortem inamorata.
Our spacecraft is fast proceeding
towards nearest neighbour Moon right
where we have planned to celebrate
Sweetest Honey Moon night.
Sky to look dark pitch black at space
as is shown in natural hue,
though atmosphere of earth reflects
the sky in cerulean view.
Space travel makes us realize
the emptiness so wide and vast.
Earth’s sky appears as a blue strip.
Safely landed on Moon at last.
Time was night on that region,
As expected , Sky was pitch black.
No air, no oxygen to breathe,
but we have oxygen back pack.
Full Earth was illumined to glow
From Moon seen as a Full Earth night
Size shown four times bigger than of Moon,
also looking seventy times bright.
My sweetheart was blooming
in intense illumination.
Full Earth showered bright light
on lovely appreciation.
We murmured, whispered, voiced thought.
No air flow to propagate sound.
We yelled utmost, nothing is heard,
Yet we enjoyed and talked loud.
Moon surface : rough, full of craters
devoid of atmosphere.
We carried our useful stuff
and have enjoyed two days there.
Adieu Space! Adieu Moon! Adieu Sky !
Mother Earth will call us too soon
to greet with air, and greenery.
From Earth we will like to watch Moon.