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Premium Member Volcanic Ash

.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV
Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO
             Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL
                                 Emotions brought out in forms so basiC
                 But evolving with flowing skills like a river of lavA
                  Feeling this intense heat; I am a boiling cauldroN
              My personality is very intense; seen often as quasI
          Perseverance is a trait; I embrace while others mimiC

                    Gladiatorial the battles fought; inside this arenA
                      Fueled I am by what constitutes; life-long fireS
   As a cool down begins; I question; what did I accomplisH
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member Through the shadow of thought and shards of questions

Through the shadow of thought and shards of questions,
Where the soul dances among constellations,
Stretches in burning silence the difference,
That separates through valleys and peaks - a him from a her, without appearance.
He, wanderer in the nights, steps across the field of search,
Towards the warmth of a harbor of ephemeral states, of empires.
A place like a world where desire is currency,
And where dreams are brief, just a sliver of... stardom.
And a she, a seeker on the restless ocean,
Navigates her soul towards an unending truth.
For she seeks not just a fulfillment passing with the night,
But an art, a duet in corners of a wise world.
Where he is not just a mere actor on the stage,
But a crafter of magic, a Michelangelo in the arena,
And the deed of love - a living work of art,
A canvas where soul and body merge in harmony.
They know that love is not an act without traces,
A little beyond the herds’ instinctual embraces.
For in the rehearsal with longing, passion, and art,
One builds a masterpiece, stirring the heart’s beat apart.
When she and he meet in that grand vision,
And love is not just flesh but becomes a condition,
It outshines any usual act, any triviality,
And each embrace becomes a regal festivity.
Oh, the true appreciation between a him and a her,
Is not found in the fleeting passage, which vanishes like the laying of a star.
It rises into the sky of passion, where bodies are instruments,
And love - the conductor for enduring symphonies' events.
So, if you care about the difference that makes you complete,
Do not lose yourself in soulless and aimless pursuits, obsolete.
Let love be sculpted like an artist shaping time,
And each kiss, a master’s stroke on eternity's rime.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Alcoholic Servitude

Lead me towards 
your light like the 
three wise me of old 
oh famous STAR.

Make me a grand 
gladiator in  your 
sacrid arena,tasting 
ultimate victory oh 
GULDER.

Tune my ears to your 
alluring melody, great 
HARP of ancient 
singers.

Lead me to the path 
where my diva lie 
still,awating my 
reviving touch,am at 
your servitude dear 
EVA WINE.

Lure me away sir MAC 
DOWEL. To your 
hidden shrine lord 
MISEUR PASCAL.

Spin my head, and 
sway my feet,down 
your liquor 
path,follows i in full 
pace,the grand SPINOF 
ICE.

Extend my greeting to 
your brothers,tell 
them about my battle 
with the  DRY GIN.

And my chronicles at 
the great temple of 
DEROK.

My dance with the 
LEGEND and miss 
CALIPSO don't fail to 
mention.

I tried my devoted 
BEST,revived by the 
almighty BULLET, defy 
the RED LABEL but 
falls under the giddy 
claws of ANDRE.

In sacrid servitude to 
alcohol birth forth this 
lines.

Premium Member The Halusinating Toreador by Salvador Dali - 1970 Contest 1302

Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece,
Seeing his life story as the layers release.

I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare.
I guess I expected a melting clock here or there.

Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador.
Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more.

Three of the statuesque figures are full life size.
The painting is over twelve feet high, quite a surprise.

For his toreador with all the masculine strength of Spain.
He chose a goddess of feminine beauty not in vane.

Encompassed in her body is the face of the toreador.
His cream shirt and the button to hold it, as placed before.

The toreador’s green tie fits neatly into place.
Flies marching in straight lines, his hat they retrace.

A splash of color and patterns depict his suit of lights,
The bull exploding through his cape is in our sights.

A Dalmatian dog, its head down to the ground.
Is in what would seem light flickering all around.

And a tiny portrait of Dali as a boy is to the dog’s right.
Dali’s wife is in a cameo top left, she hates the bull fight.

His whole painting is the bull fighting arena to engage.
The magnificent toreador is resplendent in center stage.

The color and flow of the scene being artfully set.
Such hallucinations and even more to be found yet.

Venus is so cold and sedate, the flamboyant toreador.
Swishing his giant cape masterfully the crowd adore.

He shows the banderillos used to taunt the bull.
Blood shows as blue and the bullfight is here to its full.

Could it be ironic a swarm of Girona flies once deterred a fight.
Yet as strong as the bull is, it can do nothing to escape its plight?
art
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium Member sun

Solely solar: Truly toddler Sun crawling 
      on canvas of Cosmos five billion years ago 
     as Proto Star formed from stellar plasma of Cosmic charisma. 
  
        Spinning Sun with Solar System
       revolving around center of Milky Way Galaxy.
       Fantastic but not fantasy.
       
     Sun Flare in glare, Sunspots to spot in variance.
     Sun Corona outermost arena to mesmerize.
    Sunrise to Sunset showering spectacular surprise.
    
     Sun scattering rays cascading in opulence,
     supplying energy, initiating Life on Earth,
     to grow flora and fauna in diversity,
    carrying evolution on Earth in beast and beauty,
     displaying hues and tunes in Nature on smart reality.
    
      On human conception,
      Sun, a massive fiery whirling ball of burning hydrogen
      Another five billion years left to exhaust its fuel.
     It will follow the life cycle of an ordinary star
      tending to be a Red Giant ending in White Dwarf,
     obeying Chandrasekhar limit: Its limited credibility.
     
             YET!
     Startling fact to assimilate:
     Sun with its solar system,
      a nano item
     holding a trivial position in Universe,
    comparable to a tiny sand particle in Sahara Desert. 
   
       THEN!
       Where to find human blessed by energy of Sun?
       Seems a fun.
Form: Footle


Premium Member solar

solely solar: 
truly toddler sun crawling 
 on canvas of cosmos
 five billion years ago 
as protostar 
formed from stellar plasma 
of cosmic charisma.
spinning  sun with solar system
revolving around center 
of milky  way galaxy,
fantastic but not fantasy.
       
 sun flare in glare, 
 sunspots to spot in variance.
 sun corona, outermost arena 
 to mesmerize.
 sunrise to sunset 
showering spectacular surprise.
    
 sun scattering rays 
 cascading in opulence,
 supplying energy, initiating life on earth,
 to grow flora and fauna in diversity,
 carrying evolution on earth
  in beast and beauty,
  displaying hues and tunes 
   in Nature on smart reality.
    
   on human conception,
   sun, a massive fiery whirling ball 
   of burning hydrogen :
   another five billion years left 
    to exhaust its fuel
    following the life cycle 
    of an ordinary star
    tending to be a red  giant
   ending in white dwarf
   obeying chandrasekhar limit: 
    it’s limited credibility.
     
     yet !
     startling fact to assimilate:
     sun with its solar system,
      a nano item
     holding a trivial position in universe,
    comparable to a tiny sand particle in sahara  desert.. 
   
      then !
      where to find humans
     blessed by energy of sun?
       seems a fun.
sun
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Jester Has Disappeared

Pacing the walkway of life with the maddening crowd,
out of sync the rhythm turns chaotic, makes me a clown.
A lonely futile walk on the sagging rope,
balancing the aching legs, the toil unseen.

Time present stretched to the endless limit
reaches the frayed edge of void perception.
Future snaps the threads of the inert puppet dancer,
on the dark stage listless life petrifies in desolation.

Small footsteps extend beyond measures of real time,
in sands of scorched landscape their prints disappear.
Destination recedes to deep horizon like mirage,
veiled vision searches the oasis never reached.

In the obscure thicket senile senses lose the fading track,
the marooned mind is entangled in the maze of shadows
that lengthens in twilight hour as the lone sun sets,
dusk falls with pall of gloom wrapping me in ennui.

The jester has disappeared from the circus arena,
can anyone bring on the dancing bears.

March 29, 2019

Gift of Abel

Red in China and India,  
Purple violet at Jerusalem in Israel, 
Blue in Russia and Greece, 
Blue light above Rome and Paris,  
In the USA, there is green,
But the smoke of Cain the Pharisee,
Talents of common Light concealed,
Talent of the commandment "don't kill,"  
In any culture, expressed in his energies, 
Else the natural rainbow in the sky disappears, 
Juggling of shady fakir, 
The giant Ferris wheel,  
Devil's toxic wings,  
Torches pale of missiles, 
Hypnosis,
But I insist,  
Waves of the blue ocean are the silver,
Bronze of sound in a blue-light atmosphere,  
Golden shining of flowers by spring, 
Steel of light green from leaves,  
On the bones go the tissues and fabrics,
The bowstring, 
White linen with yellow from England,
Embroidery Coptic from Ethiopia,
Orange tree,  
Kings-Magi bring on the wings and feet,
Abel's gifts, 
Red warmth from Delhi and Lima,  
Wool of sheep,  
For the temple of God Love and Friendship,
Seven churches of the Apocalypse,  
Cherubs with metals and fabrics by seraphim,  
Kings-Magi and shepherds at Christmas,
Not for that alchemy  
Of the beast 
That rises just now from the bottomless pit,  
The choice of peoples, 
To be or not to be,  
The parts of the beast's body, the feast of Herod, or the communion of Jesus?!
By service, ministry, 
Two signs — of the dragon or the united apparitions of the Virgin,  
Queen of Peace,
The beast hides the talents, for to kill with a fake apology, 
Arm the peoples and give the gunsight with a kiss, 
The king of "Sodom and Egypt,"  
Six six six of hypocrisy, 
Say welcome with a dinner for the pigs,  
To eat all beings,
I said "no, no, no" for me and this little Eve, 
With all my medicine of vine and olives, 
Flowers in the alive vase of onyx  
Before the Very Beautiful Mary,
In Truth and Spirit,  
Protection ring  
Of my noble destiny,  
Arena against evil,
These suiciders don't kill before the end of my mission,
Witness of the Trinity,
Trinity, the First Virgin with children of my family.
Form: Rhyme

Preoccupation

"PreOccupation"

spiced

cut up poetry
divides 
numbers 

intentional 
drivel moved 
to the side

on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up

a much loved 
addiction 
novel and short

Pre Occupation 
of all the glossy 
shrouded shrouds

minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed

the windbags
blowing braggarts
know-it-alls

blow it all 
cutting the lines
like neat poetry, up

gladiator 
brides 
are us

sucking it 
all up 
like sweet custard

vampire voices 
puck shot
through goal posts

cleansed?
they think they're missed;
I think not

baptised virtuous 
scrabbled 
war torn pilgrims 

the lecherous 
with nothing 
better to do 

watch all 
bride defectors
sign language

look into the mirror

your reflections all
on repeat, the watchers 
all wisened 

move through, 
or move 
through not

they still avidly watch
the time wasting
away 

Pre Occupation
sides and numbers
all blood suckers lost

buried, wearing 
their shrouds
poetry in lines

black and white

cut up neatly
divided 
on a blank page

the sucked up
read all the 
time wasted

lost

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches Vampires,
suck blood and be 
merry






“The meeting commences in the arena;
Gladiators and space defectors 

In walk the druids and the shock troops
In walk the druids and the shock troops

Ringside seats, bird's eye views
Video cameras only tell the truth
Milliards of youths complacent in the eyes
Of their contemporary sleuths 

Witch-wizards sat on cosmic thrones
The new age crowned all skin and bones
The sacred priestess of Merlin The Mage
Opens the book, she turns the page ...”

...

"Conspiracy of silence
An orgy of peace
They're all here from every sphere
From every planet to shake their spears
Divide the lands of the halls of Pan
Painted warlords in their hordes
Asa kings and obi queens
Step from my skull and live my dreams
(excerpt/”Druids”, Toyah Wilcox, 1982)
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Prismatic Persona

   "I try to share my  thoughts with Poetic touch through contests being Rational Analytic , 

   Courageous  and Righteous not Religious and surely not to win but to be seen on keen 
 
   eyes  to have perfect precise perception."

  _   Poet.

   
     Me always a wrestler holding strong gauntlet 
     of courage, confidence, wearing bracelet 
      of dynamic vibrant vigorous 
     will power, with simultaneous 
     compassionate behaviour 
      in frolic fervent fervour.
     
       Path of life is mostly uneven
       smoothness less, already proven.
      I never pray for my rescue in trouble 
      but pray for strength to be double 
     to fight and overcome with  efficiency and effort
     foregoing indolence , stagnancy and comfort.

     My weapons are Honesty and Truth
     I progress in life honouring ruth.
      Universal Moral Values  to respect ,
     keeping my head always erect.
     I act, react, interact taking life as challenge.
     fight for justice but not for revenge.

      A lone fighter throughout my life.
      Yet met compassionate friend in strife.
       Bathed by Love and shocked by Betrayal.
       flooded by joy, also sank in dismal.
       Never rushed for peace or serenity.
       Ambition was prime priority.
       
        Adventurous life I like to explore.
        Yet my duties I never ignore.
        Whether in society or in own family,
        ' We are for each other' : Primarily.
        If to proceed alone in dark night,
         To get light , my soul I'm to ignite.

         I wish communication in Poetry -Arena
         presenting my Prismatic Persona.
         I'm decisive on own principle, being Egoistic.
          I'm not at all Religious but Truthful, Realistic.
          Proud of my competence, but no vanity.
          Only  Religion to accept is ' Humanity.'
Form: Rhyme

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