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Shamed by being unprepared, bewildered, befuddled,
I watch nature transition to twilight, ever so aplomb,
with birds and mammals crepuscular, they're at their prime,
when the daylight fades to muted at twilight time.
Birds calls echo like searchlights looking for a mate,
as the sun casts red and orange beams into the clouded sky.
The shadows grow to long and menacing fingers
stretching across the landscape as silhouette puppets
that play on the walls, efficacious and audacious.
Now the day has begun to fade into night.
I tend to nap and daydream in this half-life twilight
betwixt between, black and white, day and night.
Switching off, muting and blurring my attention,
until something in Nature jolts me awake,
like an alarm clock, making me bolt up, alarmed.
With heart racing, my distraction disarmed,
shaken and stirred, awakened and disturbed,
I take notice of the gentle glow and flow of twilight,
and see what I would otherwise have missed.
ECSTASY
Ever-enchanted emotion in elation enjoying even in emptiness
Consciousness in cozy core cheers, challenges in charismatic chime
Slipping, sloping, sliding, sinking to serene sublime state,
Trying, tending to transcend tangling thoughts in rapture.
Attaining aplomb, absolving agony, absolute adrift
Silent soul senses, synchronizes with symphony of still solitude ,
Yet to yield your yearning on exultation.
06/29/16
ECSTASY Poetry Contest
Third Place
Sponsor John Hamilton
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Years of silence I can't recall
Tears I pant on the scrawled wall
Clothes worn in an open cell
Souls torn, drowning in smitten well
Costumes worn by zombies
Moving as mannequins, not gnomes
Legumes not grown as beans or chickpeas
Roving pass skull watchers of spumes
My heart beating slow, recurring
My voice bleating low, murmuring...
Your soothing eyes I can't forget
Looking into my eyes of regret
Your hands you stretch I can't reach
To cleanse my body and bleach
Creeds of lore I can comprehend, not detest
Breeds and condescend at my weakest
Your soft hair I wanted to smell and comb
Your touch I can sense, I goad that aplomb
I will always remember you as always
On this avenue you watch over me sideways
Each day I walk barefooted without wellington
Your footprints you leave on Kensington...
The melodic tinkle of the music box moved her.
She arose with her pretty tresses and floor length silk
toward the shadows that possess treasures of death.
Like a grandfather clock with metal prongs and teeth
it plays a lovely song that draws the gothic lass
into the abyss. Her temporal time harnessed
by a young girl’s dreamy track, “dum, dum, dum,
da, da, da, dum, dum…” In reminiscent fog
of childhood, Cassandra moves with the innocence
of a toddler, with the outward aplomb of a zombie.
When, at last, she is in the spiderweb, her senses
come around. She still can’t flee and the shadow
becomes a man, a thing, unthinkable - she recognizes
his hypnotic countenance, his eyes an unimaginable blue,
his face paler than a ghostly child, his cape - a shroud
about his shoulders. He hums, “dum, dum, dum,
da, da, da, dum, dum…” A guttural scream, she
recognizes vibrates from her own lips. The monster
allows the chase and caterwaul within his space.
Melancholy and madness, take hold, as her neck is bared
and she becomes one of the undead. Only released
from the melody’s hold, when she she sinks her teeth
into an innocent victim, but alas, she also is reminded
of her past life, so cold, she weeps. The progenitor laughs.
Let me start without an apology
Because you, honey, need not be in apiculture
Every second you bee apiece apiary
As I fall for your rich honey droop apace
Take me to space if you must but never cause apathy
Because you dug in my heart with a never closing aperture
And when in your presence I fumble on words like one with aphasia
Darling the gospel you preach to me makes you an apotheosis of an apostle
Sometimes your therapy I take like you were an apothecary
Or maybe you are but again you make me aplomb
Knowing fully well you're the apostrophe
That omits my imperfections like an apparition
Let me make an appeal
Because if I don't all this might not be applicable
So I appreciate your every applause
As I apprehend
This love you shower me with a posteriori
D. Trump
we dumped
Ted Cruz
you lose
Cuomo
should go
Newsom's*
gruesome
Biden's
hidin'
Faucci's
grouchy
Meghan's
ragin'
Harry's
scary
Queen Mom's
aplomb
Prince Charles
just snarls
ISIS
crisis
Iran
new bomb
Kim Jong
King Kong
Bit coin
come join
T-bonds
abscond
Oil price
up twice
Brit Spears
cry tears
Doc Seuss
cut loose
Big Dance*
short pants
Sis Jean*
Prom Queen
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*Notes:
Newsom - California governor whom voters are trying to recall
The 'Big Dance' is a nickname for the NCAA basketball tourney,
which begins this week.
Sis Jean is Sister Jean, a 101 year-old nun who works at Loyola
University, which made the 'Big Dance' for the second time in the
last four years. At age 98, she accompanied the team to the 'Dance,'
sat on the bench, hugged and cheered players, even gave them
advice(!) and Loyola came made it to the Final Four! Wow! This year,
she's going back again, at 101! What a gal!
Where did she go
I knew of her, had seen her in adverts wearing short hair
being, sort of dubious sex, let them guess and smoking
a cigarette with the fragrance of the oriental express, yet
here she sat in a pavement café drinking Pernod, and as
Russian tanks rumbled through the stone cobble streets
she coolly beckoned to me to sit on the chair at her left.
I had a cold beer and lit an American cigarette, feeling tired
had carried a heavy suitcase across the town for a woman
claiming to be an actress, I had hoped she was a spy and
I needed information about troop movements and all
I got was stalk about her upcoming film “La Strada.”
On the opposite wall across the café, a movie began
a film about Rome and a gang of youth stealing bikes
Vittorio Gassmann had a leading role that was delivered
with aplomb about the question of the value of morality
in a society that has lost its bearing and is crippled by war.
A sudden blackout it might be caused by the Russians
but the restaurant used to this stoppage, producing candles
and the flickering flame from hundreds of candles made
the night romantic; the Monte Carlo woman had vanished
like cigarette ads on the TV screen.
CURSES
The curse of great beauty can get you so down,
It's the price one must pay though,
Born with such renown;
And then there's intelligence, when second to none,
There's no one to talk to,
In a class of just one.
When your manner and dress show such style and good taste,
You surpass all the others,
As the town fashion plarte,
And your talent for speech and social aplomb,
Your style and your grace,
Leaves all others struck dumb,
Folks tend to avoid you when you've been so blessed,
They can't understand you,
They just can't digest,
The pearls of your wisdom when you try to share,
Insiste on the best,
It just shows you care.
To be born so plain and so dull's the true curse,
But I tell you true,
Stupid is worse.
Judy Ball
Narcissism - Every now and then it's not so funny.
Form:
There was an old seagull named Freddie
Who had loved his companion called Betty
But sadly one day the love of his life
Died - eating a bowl of spaghetti
So Freddie he searched for a new gal
As they flaunted themselves on the prom
One particular gal stood out from the rest
She had style
She had beauty
She had such aplomb
Her name he discovered was Sinitta
And Freddie so wanted to meet her
But he was much older
Young males were much bolder
Old Freddie retreated
As his energy depleted
So towards Beachy Head
Freddie flew there instead
He was sad
He was lonely
He had lost his true love
He wanted to fly where birds go when they die
And perched on the lighthouse staring up to the sky
He saw Betty gaze down
With a twinkle in her eye, she said
Fly off to meet her
This gal named Sinitta
She will fall for your kindness and charm
For she came from above and is looking for love
And I know you will keep her from harm
So Freddie soared back unafraid
With hope in his heart that he could persuade
This beautiful sea gal to share his life
To bear his children and become his wife
For seagulls can live to be thirty five
Although Freddie was just twenty three
And Sinitta was many years younger than him
But she was the one
It was meant to be
When Freddie arrived she was no longer there
And dismayed Freddie fell into deepest despair
But as he flew closer to the Golden Pier
Was that her calling he could hear
Sinitta was perched watching over the crowds
With the sun glistening down from above
As Freddie emerged from out of the clouds
She knew in an instant that this was true love
They were happy gulls together
But sadly nothing lasts forever
When mindless morons carried out the most odious of crimes
As reported in the press
We live in very violent times
But not before they pecked those morons till they bled to death
Did Freddie and Sinitta finally take their final breath
14th October 2018
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Competition: 'Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge'
Contest Strand Choice Q
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd Place
I was determined to catch your insight.
I never let you trip over a braking mistake.
My affection for you resembles candlelight.
However, it's too noisy to hear a voice sake.
I never let you trip over a braking mistake.
When held, it must look like a pinless bomb.
However, it's too noisy to hear a voice sake.
Spread arms as searing wildly with aplomb.
When held, it must look like a pinless bomb.
Who wouldn't be scared around it anyway?
Spread arms as searing wildly with aplomb.
To apply my inner voice sparingly and sway.
Who wouldn't be scared around it anyway?
I don't punctuate my emotions like poets.
To apply my inner voice sparingly and sway.
Which love stories conclude in snow huts?
I don't punctuate my emotions like poets.
Show me your worst side and scary past.
Which love stories conclude in snow huts?
I can cure your buried pain; it will heal fast.
Show me your worst side and scary past.
Don't chafe at it—love will lead you free.
I can cure your buried pain; it will heal fast.
I'll bear the choices your heart dictates to me.
Don't chafe at it—love will lead you free.
My affection for you resembles candlelight.
I'll bear the choices your heart dictates to me.
I was determined to catch your insight.
Written: February 07, 2023