Long Debris Poems
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Edge Of Nature
In beautiful thick, somewhat visible fields, sun burst through
Reveals bright orange and yellow flowers in a sway
Brushed, aided by a somber breeze in sleepy peace
Black horrific elements terrorize with hurricane like forces at that moment
Raging with rain, tearing through the nearby forest, destroying the scene
Shadows in the ominous clouds scream and curse the calm
Sweet tiny birds sporting red and green, dart through light and dark, come to
rest
Finding clear stream water to refresh and enjoy the day
Observe remnants left over by the storm, then fly off, focused on the cool blue
Night is the enemy, ready to kill at will, mercy sleeps oblivious
To the fierce hunger, natures passion fulfilled, predators pace, wait their turn
Death grips small animals as they slip from being into nothingness
Bunnies leap for joy in the morning dazzling day as it cracks open
Dancing on cleared carpets, stumbling past debris, rolling towards merriment
Play like children in the golden fields, charmed by chance, just at the edge of
nature
Change races on with the calamitous rain downward
To rocks that know how to hold their own in the deluge
All seems right with the world in this orchestrated paradise
Gone under the gripping waves of squally sea of sorrow
Remains of the castle I built with silver sands of dream,
Emerging out of the debris I face the plateau of life fallow.
Aspirations die hard, so I grow wings to fly on sunbeam
Through silver-lined clouds to sanguine summit of success.
Enthralled, I enter golden nest someone built for my access,
Soon it morphs into a cage where I can’t spread my wings,
Confined in stifling ambition, freedom lost, I forget to sing.
As air serenades the spring tune that doesn’t reach me,
Provoked, I break open the golden cage, set my soul free,
Escape the prison to fly once again in the sky of ecstasy.
January 13, 2020
Contest : Any Acrostic of 10 to 12 lines
Sponsor : Line Gauthier
Within the pause of uncertainty,
Within the agonizing serenity between violence and relief,
Do I find myself now,
Holding onto what I have made dear…
Because within it all, I am not supposed to fear
Hope is supposed to remain
People resume and claim sane
I’d rather wash the silence away
Clear the debris to see the real damage
Something is soon to come
Some sick, ancient sound pounds the eardrum
There it is again, and the peace of in-between is removed
Pretending to be cool as the blood boils beneath
Crushed in the crunchy failures of others’ skeletons
And the decaying ones’ inevitable, comparable fate
There is no clean slate
It’s the buildup that keeps us going
It’s the wonder, the…never knowing
On the splendorous crown of my curtained heart,
shimmering amidst the tinsels of the cerulean night,
you gleamed suffused with the sequins of the silver moon.
I tried to feel the tempting touch of your elusive charisma,
but you glided away out of my sight like the autumn cloud,
across my articulated sky I had carved only for you.
Down the verdant vale following my cascading heart,
your footprints traced the turquoise trail of longing.
As I walked on the deserted garden path going nowhere,
the remains of my love glowed in wilderness, I discerned,
enthralled in the mesmeric embrace of the moon dust,
drizzling with the patina of your grace, I saw veiled.
From the ebony edge of the opaque night falling stealthily,
storm clouds surged with flashing thunders of tearing strife,
splintered the screen of my sky studded with shards of dream.
From beneath the dispersed debris of draped desolation,
I gathered the yearning fragments of my shrouded heart.
December 23. 2020
Contest : Your Best Free Verse 2020
Sponsor : John Hamilton
O’ I sea! Kaleidoscopes pageantry beige dew of specks of sands
Sun shines powerful midst the high day mass;
Mine eyes sees is a smooth and rounded pieces of glass;
Sparkled weathered and polished by the waters, waves and sand;
Mine eyes spies as it sees from the watery sea;
Distinguished smooth, rounded shapes,
Frosted surface texture, and unique color variations debris;
O’ I sea! The color of sea glass deepens none phosphate;
Also known as beach glass;
By the action of waves and sand;
It is a popular collectible beautiful catch;
And can be found on beaches all over the world lands;
"Genuine sea glass” Common colors include by lots;
Of white, brown, green, and blue, while rarer colors like red, orange,
And yellow are highly sought after by collector’s connoisseurs;
Tumbled in the ocean for years broken glass tumbled broken rounded pretty to the amateur
7/17/24
Sea Glass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
In the obscurity of the dark opaque night
across the frozen silence of formidable forest
you need to take the ordained journey forsaken
for you have promises waiting to be kept,
but the winding track of illusive time you lose
in the entangled gloomy labyrinth of torment.
You hear the WHISPERING wind pass you by,
telling you this journey has no perceptible end.
You're lost in the emptiness fold away from HOME
find the crumbling HEART in the grip of agony.
Collecting COURAGE from the debris of hope
you pray for the HEALING touch.
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moment,
glowing in the flash of the inner instant light,
you see the new sun rise in splendor
on the hued horizon of INSPIRATION.
Its golden rays illumine the dark abyss of mind,
REFLECTING the patina of the PASSIONATE soul.
Your PRAYERS light up the supreme essence,
where you discover the precious gift of God
in my unconditional embrace of agave LOVE,
absorbing the corroding flow of your misery.
You find the flood of divine light in the forest,
showing the way to the sunlit sanctum of life.
(Selected words are in upper case)
April 27, 2021
Contest : Agape
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh
The sparkling dawn lights up
my heart’s ebony horizon after the onyx night,
spreads the sunburst colors of yearning
in the fervent garden of desire,
blossoming with the patina of my love,
that swathes the facsimile of your floral face.
In the vibrant valley of my mind,
contoured by the lilting lattice of longing,
I carve the enthralled course of craving
to reach your charismatic space.
The fervid cloud of passion
melts in a compelling torrent,
makes my limitless love
a cascading river where I swim.
Suffused with the diffused drizzle
of my love in tarnished twilight,
you disappear out of my sight
beyond the garden of budding delight.
Your footsteps trample my emotive flower,
with its crumbled petals I make a wreath
for my broken heart in debris.
Losing the remains of my longing
in the ruins of my shattered essence,
I saunter with sullen feeling
to the silent shore of sorrow.
My emotions swirl unbound
like the dislodged rolling sands
in the tides of tormenting time.
On the sighing sea of despair,
made of copious drops of tear,
descends the somber shadow
of the nostalgic night’s slate sky,
split asunder by the cobalt cold flash
of the tearing thunder,
in the memory horizon of oblivion.
I live now only to seek you,
for I walk alone in the wasteland.
I couldn’t take you to the blooming valley,
where I’ve made my love shine
like billion buds of ruby roses
that couldn’t entice you,
for you feel too much is enough.
Charlie, my garbage guy, has an odiferous job to say the very least,
Tossing garbage into the maw of his truck, that roaring, ravenous beast!
But Charlie has been on the job for years and doesn't seem to care.
He goes about his job each Tuesday morn with unassuming flair!
Charlie is about six foot eight, 300 pounds and a tad broad in the beam,
But he's in such great shape that he could play for any NFL football team.
He empties the garbage cans on to his truck with practiced expertise,
And 'tis obvious he follows his company's motto, 'WE AIM TO PLEASE!"
Here's to Charlie and all his peers who see to the disposal of our debris!
Somebody has to do it and they have my thanks but it ain't my cup o' tea!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
A mass of grey and rusted silver strewn
By the sky god from sifted appurtenances.
Preserve of ancients jousting with modernity,
Behind edifice a disperse of brimming slums
With piles, heaps of filth, debris, decay and stench;
Congestion and the jostle for ends and gains.
Benin endowed with neo wiles obviating tradition
And irked for now-now pleasure and wealth
Imitating and striving for wannabes
Inculcating habit and aspiring for a world without the sun
Yet far from assimilating it by the words of the old:
Carrot does not sprout in the root of a yam stalk.
Old city, once enliven by aestheticism
And renowned by the arts and crafts of bronze now
At the backdrop with every frontlines bedecked
By remnants of exotic necessaries. Men, vehicles rush,
Scramble and stream Ringroad and Ramat
From dawn to dusk to the abyss of nowhere
And returning home at last to the euphoric solace
Of the mellow hit of Waifo highlife
And the scores of green, brown bottles that thrive.
Benin, where once the Portuguese trespassed,
The Dutch men trampled and the British overturned
Leaving behind their long evening shadows
A new self-image chained in the heart.
~SHELTER FROM TH' STORM~
TWISTING INTO VORTEX,MY VISIONS VANISH TO NAUGHT
THUNDERHEADS ROLL VIOLENTLY,AS VORACIOUS DINS RING A TOLL
TH' DARKNESS...NOW FEEDS FEROCITY'S MAELSTROM
BURSTING AT MY SEAMS,TO CHALLENGE REALITY
STIGMATIC WOUNDS,PROFUSELY NOW POUR
LIFE BECOMES DEATH,AS I PLEAD FOR MY DELIVERANCE
REGRET OF MY BIRTH,FEEDS A YEARNING
FREEDOM ONCE AGAIN,FROM TORTURE...I PLEAD
DAMN MY MORTALITY,I DESIRE NO MORE
TO BE LOOSED FROM BOND OF FLESH,MY SPIRIT GROANS
A TRAUM'D PAST,WAXES NOSTALGIC
CONCEIVED ONCE MORE...THEN REBORN
DEMON'S SEED PLANTED AGAIN,SEARING RAIN BLEEDS
TH' STORM GALES TOSS ME,TO N' FRO' TO BREAK
THOUGH SEEK I A SHELTER,NOT ONE BEACON SHEWS
MINE EYES THAT KNEW BEAUTY,ARE NOW BLACK'ND BLIND
A WHIRLWIND NOW FORMS,DRAWING ME FORTH
DEBRIS PULVERIZES MY PSYCHE',AS IT SWALLOWS ME IN
ONE NOW WITH THIS CYCLONIC SATAN,I SEEK TO DESTROY
BUT AN EYE APPEARS FROM TH' CENTER...OF PUREST LIGHT
PIERCING MY HEART...RELIEF COMES AT LAST
TH' STORM NOW CEASED,I FALL AS I GASP
HANDS APPEAR 'NEATH ME,AS SAVED I'M AGAIN...
FROM CEASING LIFE'S BREATH...BY TH' TRUEST OF FRIENDS
©~AZAZA~'09