Long Commingled Poems
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An ambiguous grey sky you turned to blue,
in whiteness of dawn, I could see everything.
Splattering glossy paint you changed my hue,
in fading shade of sepia, you exalted a spring.
I was immune to emotion, bickering in brood
seeping in reveries, soul wrapped in slumber.
Coherence eluded in wilderness of solitude,
every moment it was you, who held me under.
My bottled up feelings, you opened them out
as I laid helpless in my whirlpool commingled.
You squirmed away my despair and doubt
in sessions of therapy, my huddles untangled.
You gave me new life, you cured my depression.
In your boundless sky, I found my direction.
No, I am not in love with you, trust my confession.
Not a compulsive disorder, you are my obsession.
25th June 2019
Sponsor William Kekaula
Contest Name : More To Me
A location, is different than a place.
There are many locations, but
There are only two places.
One is with you,
The other is without.
I have traveled to the place that is you.
I have paused frequently at that space
Below your left ear
At the base of your neck,
It is the space where my lips
Join your skin
Pressing my ear against your neck
To hear your heartbeat quicken.
Against you there,
With commingled hair,
My breath flows down your breast
Merging with your own
Wandering back
As a warmth against my cheek.
Here, there lies a door
Where I have left
This earth before
To enter Heaven.
Evolution Of Our Dream ~ Andaree
On our wedding day, commingled trunks were we;
roots, planted in good soil, held firmly.
Together, neath each sunbeam,
small limbs grew to gleam
with our shared
dream.
Soon limbs flared;
heightened to extreme
spread to show our diverse scene.
Roots fed well each own dream, for you see
on our wedding day, commingled trunks were we.
October 7, 2015
Contest: Andaree - 11 Lines' Contest Info
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 11, 9, 7, 5, 3, 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 Rhyme: a-a-b-b-c-b-c-b-b-a-a
First and Last Line Must Be The Same
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Nadal came out on top today,
His eighth time at the French.
He looked relieved and quite composed
While sitting on the bench.
And when that silver trophy
Was placed firmly in his hands,
A roar was heard from all the crowd,
Rejoicing in the stands.
He kissed that bowl and raised it high,
His face lit up and beaming.
I’m sure it felt surreal, a bit
Like he was merely dreaming.
His calm remained until they played
The anthem of his nation.
To Spaniards watching, this was cause
For quite a celebration.
When Rafa heard that music start,
His eyes welled up with tears,
For patriotic feelings flowed
Commingled with the cheers.
A brilliant day of tennis set
One champion apart,
As we bore witness to
That Spanish pride within his heart.
We burrow our way through each other’s lives
Nurturing wounds we pretend to believe.
Time, a sieve for palpitations created
By the language of the heart.
Using words commingled from
The breast of the best
We hope for our own salvation,
But clarity is just a day without clouds.
The only breath taken without remorse
Is the one taken by God.
Blowing matter across the windswept plains
Of our spirit with just enough salt
For one more irritation.
Each inclination of indignation
Turns to residual action
Where suicide is survived.
Every blink transitions
Into the floating lash
of someone’s whip,
Embracing a stranger’s back
with another kiss.
There is no precious cargo here.
There never was.
Like all dead end kids
We give up, grow up,
Throw up,
And survive.
I could never tell reality from dreams,
so palpable, oil on canvas seems,
and while in both realms, I now dwell,
must I say to one, farewell?
or go on living in Hell?
On a long spring day one hopeful May,
my imagination would display
violet poplars and undergrowth of green,
where emerged a woman, so serene -
magically, from nature, unforeseen.
She spoke to me and I could feel
that she must certainly be real,
but she told me she wasn't there.
I said I didn't care -
she was the answer to my prayer.
As dappled light on my skin, tingled,
reality and dreams commingled,
and this lady fine and fair,
that I swore I saw standing there,
disappeared slowly in the air.
Love's Embrace
Pre-dawn light peeks
Softly through windows
Lightening shadows to gray
Leaving silhouettes as eyes
Open in drowsy heaviness
Only to realize you observe
Every detail in the quiet.
A long masculine arm raises
The blanket in silent welcome
As we begin a well-rehearsed
choreography of body meeting body.
Naked breast to chest,
we lie in love's warm embrace.
Dark fingers stroke blonde hair
As feminine fingers trace through
a mat of soft crispness over chest.
Occasional kisses rain down--soft; sweet
As relaxed sighs whisper
through our intimate cocoon of comfort.
Deep contentment spreads
With every swish and beat..
Tha thump- tha thump- tha thump- tha thump
Beneath my ear as our hearts match rhythm.
Two souls intertwined in the joy of being
Commingled bodies
At rest
At peace
As the pre-dawn light peeks softly
Through our bedroom window
Sarah and John, awaiting their firstborn;
a nurse and soldier, in each other's arms,
in war-time setting, were at times forlorn
by their romantic joy fused with alarms.
This burdened Sarah with commingled fears
in expectation of what was to come...
long, rainy days brought forth her anxious tears,
as if, to some sad fate, she would succumb.
In time, more courage made its home within;
with passion, she embraced her womanhood,
and with no fear of tragedy therein,
attained the precious gift of motherhood.
Soon, on that day, when giving birth was done...
the joyful couple welcomed their dear son.
Date: January 4, 2019
~2nd Place~
Contest: Movie Magic
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
Judged: 03/21/2019
Movie: 'A Farewell To Arms' - Character, Catherine
Note: "A Farewell To Arms," is a novel by Ernest Hemingway made into a movie. Character Frederic Henry is an American officer serving in an ambulance unit for the Italian Army during World War I. Catherine Barkley, is a Red Cross nurse he had met earlier, near the front, and they engage in an affair, and she becomes pregnant. Catherine's example as an expectant mother was that of a loving, courageous, uplifting, yet fearful one and rainy days were one of her worst fears. However, the end of the movie is very tragic as her child is stillborn, and she herself also passes away from complications. Hence, per contest rules, the ending of my poem is different than portrayed in the movie.
What an amazing thing it is
the center of the highways and byways of humanness
A rhythmic beating that stirs the soul
the ultimate example of the word dichotomy
It can survive attacks with incredible resilience
yet be shattered by mere words
Lobbed in your direction to inflict pain and suffering
these powerful weapons wielded like a sword
Leaving it in shreds like shards of glass
strewn carelessly about each crystal abandoned unto itself
The results can be deep incisions leading to permanent scars
picking up the pieces far easier said than done
Some say it is akin to a stab wound with a twisted blade
that literally and figuratively can invoke fatal damage
Often; time, space and love encourage healing
While a touch, hug or kiss can re-ignite its flame
Occasionally it requires the talents of a skilled surgeon
To bring it back to life using ordinary means sans heroics
Hope, trust and faith the elixir aligned with patience
A potent cure commingled with a mix of prescriptions
The combination of memories and senses
Delivering messages for it to act upon
Call it heart break or heart ache or any other name
The result can end up being the same.
In the end it is not a matter of whether science
can complete a successful transplant
But whether a broken heart can be mended at all
Andreas Simic©
It is from heart that all desires arise
so therein too they must be satisfied,
which requires our ego to vaporise,
whence light of God in cave of heart is spied.
We affirm we have been, seen and so known,
God as the supreme light that lights all lights,
which is also called light of Self full blown,
commingled with throb of bliss that delights.
Smaller than an atom, vaster than space,
this wisdom is imbibed when heart is pure,
mode embrace and release at a slow pace,
heart lotus in full bloom and yet demure.
In life’s game of hide and seek, God’s been found
in the cave of our heart, free and unbound.