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In the Appalachian hill country
there are night birds;
they call to each other in the dark
yet hunt alone.
These birds are not
owls but nightjars, they are known also
as whip-poor-wills, goatsuckers,
or bug-eaters by the locals.
When they utter they shiver
the ear-hairs of all that harken.
When clinging to a tree trunk
their dim mottled plumage
makes then almost invisible.
When they fly
they fly with no whisper of wings
but in an eerie silence.
Some folks around here
reckon they are more 'ghosts
of the air' than birds,
and are bad news.
The wise women
believe that they can curdle milk
and spoil the overnight vittles
left on the stove,
the menfolk smile
knowing
it was them that left the food out.
The night-birds swoop and flutter
without a pitter or a patter
until the dawn light reveals them
to be nowhere found
and still as silent as the stony ground.
I shall forever remain
a night’s celestial pilgrim
meandering beneath
the skyscape’s towering dome --
And along the cobblestone
of luminous runways,
jewels of flamed beamers seem to flick
beyond earth’s tableau as the grandeur
from anonymous stars explode,
That I imagine Orion’s groove
whirling around a trillion cosmic moons—
nameless yet ascertained...
for some percieved reason, each nova
circles on its own orbital zone
pulsing then ebbing through my
enigmatic impression ... until
I am devoured by each shimmer,
each odyssey, each dancelight--
making my quill’s ink curdle again.
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 8/22/2020
Eyes of deep and tender brown
Looking in them I just drown
Arms so tight they do not wobble
Holding me up as I hobble
On weak knees about to bend
From the feelings you can send
With just one spoken word you
Can make all my insides curdle
Into one big mushy mess
My love I want to confess
Every time you pull in close
I'm defenseless--I suppose
There is no need to back down
You are everywhere--I've found
I can't escape these images
Of you and the damages
You are causing, I'm a wreck
I can't explain it- what the heck
How did I become entrapped
In a love that is wrapped
In a present that you give
Me everyday so I can live
With surprises every day
I promise not to give away
This precious gift that you have brought
All my life that I have sought
A skip in my step and a smile as i jump
A tap on the shoulder in my throat forms a lump
Grin as it does and takes as it wants
Snatching and fondling in delight as it stuns
Fingers of insecurity it trails across thy heart
Nails of doubt dug deeper as the cracks she parts
Arms that embrace and curdle your darkest fears
A mouth that smirks at the taste of your tears
A tongue to lick the wounds inflicted by self
Eyes that watch as you become deprived of transcendent wealth
snarls as it lurks,it takes to break
Delights as a child with a home made chocolate cake
Pleading and begging you are brought to your knees
From her hardened heart you shall find no appease
Coldly your kicked and tossed to the floor
Broken and beaten to the depths of your core
Dragging your limbs now with a limp in your walk
You look up in anguish as she parts her lips to talk
Hello beloved i am your long lost friend
Don't you see i am setting a trend
I come when your happy to steal away your smile
I do it with grace,comfort and style
You look at me with disgust and see me as a curse
But oh my beauty its you who gives me the strength to make it all worse
My name is loneliness and i come from within
I am tied to you with insecurity string
You can banish me from the cracks in your heart
But you knew that before our long embrace you saw it from the start
All you have to do is stand up and fight
Lift up your head and take away my right
Oh loneliness i should have known it was you
As you stirred the couldren of my insecurity stew
Leave me now i release you from our depleting trance
To you oh happiness i dedicate my last dance
Hidden beneath my heart’s crust
The exodus of my emotions is something I can trust
Often this is a love I wish not to discuss
But I only wish to pour out the beauty of this venomous love!
Thunderous screams build up in silence
My love for her is a river that keeps flowing!
Poisonous thoughts curdle behind me
Rapturous melodies dance in front of me
Not having her beside me is a stimulus
For words to live on forever until the end of time!
This love of mine is scorched in royalty
The loyalty of my ambition stretches beyond the darkness
It is clear that I am not finish loving you and
This echoes as the silence that speaks!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Eyes of deep and tender brown
Looking in them I just drown
Arms so tight they do not wobble
Holding me up as I hobble
On weak knees about to bend
From the feelings you can send
With just one spoken word you
Can make all my insides curdle
Into one big mushy mess
My love I want to confess
Every time you pull in close
I'm defenseless--I suppose
There is no need to back down
You are everywhere--I've found
I can't escape these images
Of you and the damages
You are causing, I'm a wreck
I can't explain it- what the heck
How did I become entrapped
In a love that is wrapped
In a present that you give
Me everyday so I can live
With surprises every day
I promise not to give away
This precious gift that you have brought
All my life that I have sought
Issued paper fibers mirror those of the straw bale,
The waters of the great canal through the morning sail.
In spite Venezia was tied, the chairlift was jostling,
Twisting its way through the small calli in haze whiting.
It's safe to say man has a qualm, despite his skin tone,
The Earth spins around, put your location out of zone.
Informal suburbs have been overrun by strange walls,
The laws of the rulers, custom breeds devotion calls.
It's amazing how people fall for lowering strife,
Then residents achieve bad habits and lose their life.
Identity loss roots our quiet closed eyes, curdle,
Teams were the source of hatred for every step hurdle.
Its clogged and stuffed bowel burst, the young boy died of filth,
They stole his liver, kidneys, and heart, killing his health.
Idle boy's heart beats in a guest's chest; mom's tear-soaked veil,
The boy is dead or lives couched in flesh tombs as was frail.
Its tearful child asks his dad, "where does sorrow stem from?"
The sorrow you get is the kid of joy, if not some.
It's not just the sun's rays that draw forth the elixir,
The Oceans create clouds and those clouds from storms austere.
Isn't the fragrance that lures butterflies, but the same scent,
The flower that would a lover pick for his content?
It's not the light shining on your flesh in the mirror,
The light chases the reverse side's shadow to shiver.
It's when you're glad, know that it cost others happiness,
That you're enthralled recall it's someone else's sadness.
Individualism fails in vain, that's a grouse word,
This may never know how your fault brings oddly well-augured.
It opens endless doors to be tough, profound, and strong,
Though no book or teacher can teach you a complete prong.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
1ST Place Contest Winner
Written August 30, 2022
Dot Your I's And Cross Your T's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
Verified and checked with HMS.COM, with 13 syllables in each line.
Near our village lies Taal Bay
Where tides of adolescence curdle--
And quite often, the ripples mirror
The kind whispers and loud groans
From the blended flavors of youth’s thirst,
Hungering for its wild streams of independence
Amidst this need for balance between
Naiveté and inner freedom: then to allow
This growing child-maiden her exploration
Along ebbs of questioning old female norms :
Through my gazes into moonlit ripples
I begin discerning a wider view of choices,
which perhaps, the bamboo’s sway
or powdered sand grant a firm
yet gentle awareness of my response
To life’s new challenges.
Brian Strand's Contest 485
why do we
still assume that whispered diamond dialects
delicate and sheer
aren't scripted with blades
that curdle blood-stained musings
as summer symphonies scorch ebony skin
tattooed with dark and deep sinister sonnets
sewn from superficial scarlet syllables
that emanate rusted mahogany hues
so listen to the mulberry metaphors
that rain with roseate rhymes
from the hazy melancholic midnight skies
where not every mist of dust
becomes a halcyon teal blue rivulet
of passionate poetry
nor do they mirror
the wind
carrying unspoken tale
that is veiled
beneath twinkling twilight tides
OLD AND NEW 5 : REBIRTHING
Machines spit out White Papers
in the name of change
birch cringe on law laden desks
chairs swivel, bins overflow
forests curdle to rebirth
Documents float before
eyeballs in our dreams
deserts emerge without oasis
guides await our asking
Greed with a capital G
still dominates
Into fast phones earthlings
want more fantasy colours
bronze cars, emeralds, struggle
promises or entitlement fulfilled
Ignorance descends with impunity
Down tumble pine forests
new bacteria party with villain
Corridors become empty
forlorn, barred, spooky
Machines dismantle
libraries dark and gloomy
Managers missing monkeys
portraits stare in cynic smile
then misty dolphins appear
East moves West
South moves north
Cymbals slap a Rebirthing
Another awaited 360%
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