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She flowed out of his sable brush
As if form became fluid
Indigo blue the first of hues
Each stroke a caress …
A teardrop sliding down his face
His memories piercing his heart
Sighs and a deep breath
His lifetime masterpiece awaits …
Silver lit hair black as night
Her Indigo eyes abrim with love
Soft white skin transparent
A white spotted dress of cornflower blue
silk trimmed waist
Forever imprinted in Memory
A testament to their Love
Raising his hand wrinkled through time
the curve of her breast takes shape
her form follows next …
Pausing for thought ,
he remembers a day etched fast in his mind
Around her head ,
Mists of water rainbow hues
Behind her a waterfall of crystal blue
Shadow and shape suggest beings
The faeries she hoarded
Dancing like angels around her head
These he added as she would be pleased …
His hand starts to shake
effort and time taking its toll
mad with mother time
robbing him of his one great gift
this would be his last …
Pouring 50 years of marriage
His heart and soul
Smeared , brushed , and smudged
Light and dark no dis chord
Finished he is complete
His one great masterpiece
His wife his love …
Packing away his palette
an artisan to his gift
closing the lid on colour
washing his brushes
and cleaning knives
Weathered hands tremble
Reaching for a glass
The bottle , a sherry he saved ,
from a golden anniversary
their last …
Taking a sip he closes his eyes
waiting for memory to carry him back
To a time beloved …
i remember you;
giddy little child
with the mona-lisa smile
and sun-burnt hair
as it brushed against
your ivory skin
you were so innocent then
i never saw the sadness
that lingered in your eyes
the depths of green
seemed to pull others in
that hypnotizing glare
hid your pain well
they laughed with you
yet in silence you cried
muffled voice
echoed on walls
where darkness
subdued your soul
i heard you sold your soul
on the corner
of fifth and main
for a small bag of pleasure
to escape the pain
momentarily
again
a lonely cat
cried by your side
he has nine lives
you've already had ten
yet there you go again
unafraid, stained
with your own blood
the band
still wrapped tight
against your flesh
needle tip
still feeding your veins
as you close your eyes
and rest in shallow breaths
i remember you;
still as the air
that august day
that sunlit hair
against grey skin
blue lips without smile
closed eyes pulling others in
to the depths of your pain
their cheeks stained
with tears
that bore your name
as muffled cries
echoed
by your grave
June 28, 2019
Best free verse 2019 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Write.
What do I write?
Anything.
Okay.
"He fought. "
Make it detailed.
Okay, fair.
I'll fix it.
"His fist collided with the man. "
How about this?
Boring.
Where's the detail?
Okay.
I'll edit it.
"His fingers curled at his sides before he lifted his arm and threw a punch. "
Okay.
It's longer.
It looks detailed.
Will they like this?
Ew.
Why is he fighting?
He should be a romantic.
Fighters are overrated.
Okay..
Scrap that.
Again.
"He kissed her. "
Better?
I've changed it all.
No punches,
No fights.
He's a romantic,
Trying to get a kiss,
Yeah?
Ew.
Too boring.
Where's the detail?
Okay...
I'll add more.
"His fingers brushed against her cheek, cupping her face as he pressed his lips against hers. "
There.
It has to be perfect now.
Right?
Ugh.
It's like every other romantic scene.
Now what?
Make it spicey!
How?
I dont know.
You're the writer.
You should know how to write a scene like this.
I should?
Why can't you just write it?
I'm not a writer.
You are.
I give up.
I can't write.
Not what they want.
And if they don't like it,
Who will?
I can't write.
No more editting.
I'll just scrap everything.
Everything I have.
I thought about you lots last night
The moon and I were friends
We kept each other company
Companions 'til the end
I counted sheep to fall asleep
It didn't work too well
But once I had you on my mind
Off the cliff I fell
A deep doze then enveloped me
A dream state soon ensued
A lakefront through a vista
The vision was imbued
With a woman silhouetted
Beneath the shimmering trees
Approaching from behind her
I weakened at the knees
My arms then wrapped around her waist
On her neck I placed a kiss
She turned and looked right at me
Her eyes said "yes" to this
Her hair was blowing in the wind
I moved it with my hand
I brushed it back from off her face
Her beauty was so grand
We walked a path together
It led us to a shore
No words were necessary
We knew we wanted more
Unclad from any branding
Hand in hand we waded in
And then we swam, three elements
Water, skin, and skin
A night aflame continued
The morning came too soon
But waiting for me when I woke
Was my old friend, the moon
4/21/22
"
Greed I see and spy it
No need for me to hide it
What I seek, still can't find it
If I'm curious about it, I'll try it
If I want it, I'll buy it
There's no need to deny it
THC I always light it
I'm always the drunkest and the highest
I've been
Blinded
And misguided
Yet still one of the nicest
It's not always two-sided
Maybe, I've been a fool, and slighted
In areas that are blighted
Corruptions lingers on, little if any wrongs being righted
The path no longer clear or lighted
Endlessly people remain divided
Despite it
Does no good if I quit
Why b****
And always feel some type of way by it
Always sensed a slight shift
As soon as night hit
Like a firework leaving the sky lit
In ultraviolet
They put out the bait, but I don't bite it
Many couldn't resist or fight it
At times in order to survive it
Was a close call and tight fit
Believe me, you'll just get swept out with the tide if
You try s***
It all could impact the climate
Can't just stay quiet
Always making a scene, causing a riot
Then quickly turning violent
You either do or don't mind it
I stay silent
It all used to make me quite sick
But now it just gets brushed aside quick
Like a flip of the light switch
Still got the touch like Midas
Yet going through a crisis
If I slip
Then I'll be lifeless
It's just the prices
Of having dangerous vices
When it all no longer suffices
Trust me life is
Full of surprises
Still so caught up on devices
Yet never making sacrifices
No wonder opportunity rarely arises
Quote: I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.” – Khalil Gibran
Faces, like pages in an unwritten book,
Each line, a story untold, waiting to be explored.
Eyes, the windows to hidden galaxies,
Reflecting the universe of emotions within.
In the depth of gaze, secrets reside,
Echoes of joy and shadows of sorrow intertwine.
Cheeks, a canvas brushed by the hand of time,
Touched by the hues of laughter and tears.
Every curve tells of moments lived,
A sculpture carved by the passage of years.
Lips, poets of unspoken verses,
Uttering tales in smiles and silences.
Whispers of love, and echoes of pain,
Spoken and unspoken, a language plain.
Faces, landscapes shaped by life's sculpting hands,
A fusion of light and shadow, where stories expand.
In the mosaic of humanity, diverse and vast,
Faces, the poetry of the present and the past.
Once i was tricked into believing that true love existed......
Ten thousands of ten thousands
Not one was worth one of her Palaces
My heart the world calloused
But she healed it and she balanced it
Before i was evil, before i was a catalyst
I was already destroying myself and winning the battle
But now that Love has shined on the subject
I think I felt it, I think I touched it
Love brushed me, Love touched me
She put her hand on my head and said "Stand and you are dead"
And the next thing you know there went a bullet full of wind
And where my heart would of been it pierced the sound barrier
Then She took me by the hand and led me down a long corridor
It was lined with happiness on one side and blessings on the other
She said "Look I put all this in front of you"
"And even though you denied me"
"You believed once and that is so unlike you"
" Yes, Timothy I know you by name"
"But how long till you give me your hearts pain"
And then i thought that is Love
And I yielded my clinched fist
And in my palm
She put the keys to a palace and the storm is calmed
Beyond fair reason, I shall think of you.
In fallen grass or gently flowered field.
To see each fleeting moment fade to blue,
With my distant thoughts, I silently yield.
This memory to tremble ever soft,
A misty vision of a face once kissed.
I'm whisked to midnight skies and stars aloft,
A sheltered afterglow now reminisced.
The shadowed door with candlelight so still,
An empty chair with a fading silhouette.
Forgotten times in love's unyielding will,
As flames to ash can trace the two who met.
A hand that brushed a cheek to often soothe,
A kiss remembered, many years removed.
12/27/13/
The Seven Wonders of the World
There is one better, please observe
It lives and breathes in every Nation
It is Woman, the She Creation.
Her body marvellous in many ways
Her curvy hips, the way she sways
Pert, excited caressed and kissed
Her breasts blushed with loving bliss.
Heavens gate, trimmed lawn
As wonderful as Natures dawn
Brushed, touched consumed with love
As beautiful as life's white dove.
This She Creation, a gem of this Earth
Her ability, to give life, give birth
A quite incredible joy, that beholds our race
That's gives woman the most deserved of place.
Delightful, elegant with beauty too
Number 1 in this Human Zoo
As i look around our Alien Nation
You have to admire the She Creation.
I sprinkled dry yeast in warm water
And watched it bubble up,
Then cracked open a fresh laid egg
On the edge of a measuring cup.
I dumped in a helping of all-purpose flour,
A little oil, a pinch of salt.
Then I stiffened it up in a mixing bowl
Like a mugger committing assault.
I rolled it all out on a cutting board
Well-dusted with whole grain unbleached.
My hands went to work massaging the mass
As appropriate texture was reached.
I then let it sit till it doubled in size,
Set the oven to furnace degrees.
Then I fashioned a riddle and baked it inside,
Left the kitten to do as she please.
Twenty minutes later…
I opened the oven with fireproof mitts,
And fetched out my fresh staff of life.
I brushed it with butter, then set it aside,
Left to cool, while I sharpened my knife.
Ten minutes later…
The time finally came,
I was hot on my game,
And I cut me a taste-tempting slice.
But it was only half-baked,
Insufficiently toasted.
It had to go back in the oven.
I surveyed the scene,
Took a couple more tokes,
And baked up a morning worth lovin’.