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Where once verdant rolling highlands...
Spanned into infinite vista
far as these myopic eyes can see
now yellowing Whitmanesque
leaves of grass encompass field of vision.
Nary a dark dreadnaught cloud in sight,
nor unbeknownst if/when threatening storm
looms on horizon slaking parched land
delivering precipitation quenching thirsty terra firma.
I too experience vicarious dehydration
during bonafide dry spell
constituting theoretical string
hoop fully curtails weather beaten
flora and fauna
conceding blindingly bright
cloudless summer days
across disc (sky)
to amply liquidate shriveling assets.
Unbeknownst when spate of rainlessness,
(i.e. I pray for moderate soaking precipitation)
thwarting immediate indications
meteorologically signalling onset
regarding definition of drought.
Nothing more humbling
than cacophonous thunderstorm
nsync with jagged bolts of lightning
accompanying drenching downpour
analogous to downed wall of water
cascading from upper atmosphere
intermittently pelting landscape
albeit immediately, magically, quixotically...
transforming parched land (Highland Manor)
into profuse lusciousness
harkening Edenic denouement.
Impossible mission (this simple bumpkin)
(one local Schwenksville yokel)
(Civil War union soldier incarnate)
to forecast today/tonight
eventide of June twenty fifth
two thousand and twenty,
when Zeus will doctor
animals and plants courtesy
of requisite life source
also known as H2O,
comprising above mentioned
two hydrogen atoms
and one oxygen atom.
Ironic, how approximately
three quarters (seventy five sense)
engulfs planet Earth,
yet many environments
suffer inadequate deluges,
more so now with climate change
(global warming) increasing temperature
across oblate spheroid
compromising habitable places,
yet methinks coronavirus (COVID-19)
gave mother nature
much needed reprieve
cleansing heavily polluted urban areas
courtesy partial lockdown and restraint,
whereby *****sapiens
deterred, jackknifed, prohibited...
spewing noxious forth fossil fuel byproducts
encouraging, mustering,
plying, telecommuting, zooming
avast array of activities
augmented by virtual reality
technology supplanting mass transit,
thus diminishing deadly toxins
absorbed by all creatures
great and small.
It seems like only yesterday when your rainbow ceased
The reaper’s blade turned crimson in the struggle for being
Violet droplets forsaken as the final violation struck home
Forgotten the pinks and the mellow the sprite resolution
A life path cut short had tempted the tempest to vanish
Succeeded in your premature harvest of the ultimate act
In the pool of your shadow shone the blues of the past
Now the bleary frost of forlorn redemption festered
No longer as you lay in fine black wattle coffin beneath
Lilac roses in white cotton gown of torn grace
You had wished for no hymns as you felt God would not
Want your bones and your soul had chosen cacophonous
Drums beating funeral’s last tunes instead for the final farewell
Shrieking blasts for a tsunami of tears resolved from your fear
Of never making it to the shore of peacefully passing on
The bleak struggle was finally over the fog gone and absolved
Misty murky drenched clouds of obscurity adorned thorny
Remembrance oozing from the cutting edge of demise
From your heart scraped and incised from cold metal steel
A cut throat message remains delivered on sanguine clots
Of the grief and serrated sorrow that love could not ease the pain
12th April 2018
Ten word contest:
Crimson, Forgotten, Grace, Harvest, Love,
Misty, Shadow, Shore, Tempest, Yesterday.
Ah... tis nothing greater than...
malfunctioning heater on brisk winter day!
Thee particular date being
December twenty eighth,
two thousand nineteen, I saith
the Jack of all trades
maintenance technician
Kevin Blank said he would notify
HVAC expert in good faith,
yet to compliment clangorous din...
I called upon the ghost of Marley's wraith.
Thus despite compressor issuing
cacophonous, deafening,
ear splitting noise
clattering din louder
than convention of reindeer -
doubled as all boys
(choir) followed by cavalcade
of santa claus, he employs,
the missus of course with equipoise,
and countless elves pressed
for service mending
broken brand new toys.
Why... yes twas during
recent brutal bitter cold spell
methought, yours truly got sent,
where absolute zero temperature
more frigid than hell
of course, I felt like human popsicle
management didn't give a lick,
no matter yours truly gave rebel yell
Billy me you, I immediately
yearned (some weeks back) for April
May, June... some tell
tale sign to alleviate pell mell
bone crushing polar vortex
preserved frozen awful
botox smile impossible mission to quell,
nor avoid frostbite
to deep freeze every cell
millenniums later despite
climate changed dystopian future
thawed out body reason to kvell.
Forsooth mindlessly jabbering away
jaw frenziedly attempting to convey
how this schlemiel,
would be war re: not game to foray
toward distant forbidding terrain
fifty shades of gray,
alien unrecognizable – nay
boor hood of the late Mister Rogers,
nonetheless expressed gratitude
confessed, I unconsciously did pray
while suspended animation did stay
slowing or stopping
of biological function
physiological capabilities
unpitted and preserved - yea.
Hence upon being
and getting woke
feeling like I slept forever
and a day - no joke
most certainly well rested
constitution I did evoke
intensely scrutinizing men
chilled wren, and women folk,
who appeared out of this world
mutated into Roanoke
smooth as glass skin cloak
against ultraviolet rays
causing skin cancer
their attenuated limbs strong as oak
versatile to prod and poke,
whereby superior petsmart
doggone noggin could invoke
telepathic communication
interestingly enough issuing smoke
signals, whenever danger present
and capable to disappear
as if doing breast stroke.
Songs Thongs Bongs and Schlongs
I once wrote that the purpose of life is to live
In the infinity of our universe
Anything growing
Moving
Reproducing
And dying besides a star
Is the rarest of all rarities
The most precious of the products of time
And for any life that can think these thoughts
live for purposes beyond the moment's survival
Are the rarest of the rarest among the rare
An opalescent blue glow
Love's peace patiently waiting for the quiet
The quiet of the breaking sun
Somewhere beyond the racing din of fears
Rise the hopeful green hills
Willing trees silently breathing
Life into all
Who walk beneath our greening canopy
Into the den of cacophonous dungeons
Panic leaps from its chains and runs screaming round and round
Always repeating threats of imminent silence
Imminent silence in the darkness
Above, the maelstrom reflected dimly into the swirling golden mist
Someone's body cowers wide-eyed, staring into and staring back at no one knows
Somewhere between whispers, whimpers, and screaming resigned to death
at the center of the whirlpool
So much violence in the way we think
The way we talk
And the way we approach problems
Any problem
Violence
Weapons
Fighting
Sex
All permutate through our culture
Our most popular culture
Popular movies
TV shows
Books
All including the drama of violence
Gun violence
Is this all we understand
Is this the only way we know to react to our existence here
We destroyed everything we touched
Ignoring all of the consequences
We fail to think ten steps or even two steps into the unintended consequences
All in the hopes of survival
And escape from pain
Somewhere between incinerating panic dreams
And incessant waking fear
My love walks alone
Unfamiliar voices may muffle
One resounds clear
My love’s alluring voice
My love engorges
As the shape
Of their ass reveals
The dampening thong
Thy silence of piece
Through the glass
Panic sublimates
Into the blue smokes
Coming from the buds of the morning sun
At first we assumed everyone feels just the way we do
Being the light of Self in singularity present here in duality
Bilocating breath by breath between form and formlessness
Mind empty of concepts, heart detached and presence vibrant
Moment to moment, all moments entwined in the continuum
Embracing and releasing each life touch with nonchalance
Attention transfixed in the play of bliss magnetism within
Over time we realised souls surrounding us were asleep
Which is to say, their consciousness was rooted in the ego
Causing them to be enslaved by cravings pertaining to form
Insentient to living light of God aflame in the cave of the heart
Little wonder, we found it was difficult for us to communicate
For we spoke the language of tender love and gentleness
Whilst they were oriented toward lust and domination
No, it was clear that we did not fit in here, in this zoo
No judgments but it was clearly a vibrational mismatch
Inundated by the cacophonous din of conditioned beliefs
We took shelter in the ever present flow of Holy Spirit within
Alone whilst surrounded by unconscious minds all around
Choosing a pseudonym and penning our soul’s emote
Of the dance of polarities orbiting love in the void
Written: July 06, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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My path was unkempt, with cracked and bent signs
The once-azure sky turned gray, and my muse faded
Cursed seraphs hovered under lifeless skies, weeping.
In the mahonia mist of nestled truths and lost couplets in periwinkle poetry
I shoved in a cacophonous frenzy, confused—
Vade mecum was fetid with an epiphany of deceit
Silence echoed dread, and each scab was a guess
Iridescent smears of fervent deceit,
and Cupid's canopy engulfed the cetacean sonnets
A mocking wind bade shattering moans,
having learned to flaunt their tethered words
With my russet roots, I'm not a flashy flower,
but, I felt awful pain from distant love acronyms.
What if the cloudburst refrain bears no scars?
Or phosphene verses adorned with blue poppies,
might leave glowing traces on midnight shores?
I walked for miles to find that starting stanza.
Yet, despite such raucous, cataclysmic pain,
An earthquake faltered the stratus sky—
Not all who veer from the path must shatter
Obsessed, some must comply with the jostle of life.
Finding Presence
Night sky beckoning dawn
Gentle sensations
Early morning walks
Empty avenues
Central Park breezes
Village cobblestone streets
Wet with glistening reflections
Accompany the seeker’s every move
Citified whispers
Discordant choruses
The street cleaner
The sliding steel-front security doors
Excited canines straining leashes
Open casements echoing emphysema-regrets
Merging with the early morning smells and start-up images
City’s reality mix awakening
Conscious-walking shakes loose somnolence
Opening eyes to the gargoyles atop historic landmarks
Their stoic residence mirrored in all-glass surroundings
Urban growth towering over huddling addicts of all types
Weary of sleepless nights
Enjoined by occasional pouting mannequins
Dressing light-starved windows
Poised to portray tourist-trap knockoffs
Rayon for silk
Fantasy for verity
Predatory “going out of business” choices ubiquitous
Shut down shops—beaten
Barely open shops—clinging
Wanderers drifting listlessly
Rising early by guilty conscience
Some prodding their welfare bodies to move
Others fearing unfaithful one-nighters become known
Old widows lean from their tenement windowsills
Having endured another sleepless night of heat
Too poor to leave the city
Too proud to ask of children
Soon
Sunrise bathes the grayness with color
Subway entrances congest
Yellow cabs begin cacophonous warm-ups
Like an orchestra of out-of-tune instruments
Their blasts are met with the inescapable “Taxi!” “Taxi!”
Deli workers spread cream cheese
Warm Bear Claws
Brew bad coffee
Wish their customers “have a good one”
Keeping secure their jobs
For another day
Returning home
Five flight walk up
One’s feet beg relief from the morning roam
A pull on the carton of OJ
A flip-on of the two-burner
The water to boil
A drop into the drug-from-the-dumpster-couch
Chock-Full-Of-Nuts in waiting
Want ads front and center
A few deep breaths
Just another day
Surviving the city
Quietude
by Odin Roark
Quietude
Like a tree’s dark shadow
Knows only the absorption of all colors
Rendering the din of senses
A cacophonous silence
How gentle the process
Once resistance abates
The mind’s own deprivation tank
Engendering trust void of fear
Yet
So hesitant are many
To embrace the white light
To wait out nature’s tintinnabulation
The white noise becoming aphonic
To lay oneself down
Afloat atop the water
The grass
The ethereal reality of consciousness
Where leaves of brown
Beneath the awaiting orange of
Red and yellow repeat nature’s cycle
Where jasmine lures the mulch of life
Into purity’s gateway
Patiently biding time’s eternal truth
Preparing one with zero
The hush of peace
The quiet of love
The mutation of hate
Conjoin in harmony’s sublime reward
The circle of quietude
A blithe jaunt through the fawning meadow
Cerebral dance an eloping trance doth swallow
Glinting sun shrouds head with cherubic halo
Swirling amber blades my shorn ankles furrow
Mercurial melange of colorful flowers footsteps shadow
Chortling wind serenades through lisping willow
A chorus of song birds the woody fringes mellow
Suddenly, from green coiffed strands into barren fields
fallow
Bristling thorns, spiny thistles each footstep doth
harrow
Melodic aviary morphs into a shrieking cacophonous
bellow
Soothing breeze warps; its shrill noose exposed neck
gallows
Day's enchanting dream a recurring nightmare doth
follow
Enraptured circuits fade into shrunken recesses of
bleary hollow
Gilded streams of light a dark, vapid hole doth borrow
The enameled threads of nature my tortured conscience
doth sallow
The antediluvian dreamscape a charade to shield
tomorrows
The apocalyptic horror scope to sculpt past sorrows
September 24, 2012
Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and down
and in
and under ultra-violet negatives
doubly anticipating and anxious times.
Silent hearts invisible
blue quaking lines
not invincible
for surviving today's healthiest sung purposes,
Yesterday's
and tomorrow's musical
deep learned meaning mystery
of living
vibrant
yet unsung
private
hidden history,
Muses of multigenerational culture,
healthy sweeping wealth
and pathological empty
muted stealth
Anxious to avoid loneliness,
a life not mattering,
sputtering,
splattering,
flattering
darkly saturnine,
not working out,
not playing around,
exercising bland premedicated
meditated consciousness
of silence
Within echoing
cacophonous languaged voices
of Earth's regenerate Muse,
sometimes too desecrated degenerate,
yet always historic co-musicating,
mediating multicultic cultures,
violet
and nonviolent
Silence
between mused notations,
anxious and anticipating
mutations
Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up time
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-nonviolet negatives
anticipating anxious rhyme
in circles
triangulating resilient sacred space
in pre-historic reverberating
reverse vibrating
time.