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Midnight hangs in deepened revelation
as the cry of elegy flows within its waiting,
hazy tears burst to deny sleep’s interval
when baby - lullabies end all pleasant leisure;
and a mother sighs from vague acceptance
enacting the glee that cradles her child’s form.
Dusk engulfs in soft hue of threadbare beam
while the weary world rests in peace
that droopy stars bow to a grief, an ache
lingering: O her words break like shattered glass…
where that shift between hesitation and mourning,
pale moonlight releases its role of night guardian.
The birds become her voice of parting
for their coos recall a babe ‘s laughter, g o n e,
D.o.n.e … how silence welcomes again
the requiem of another night coming.
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Words Drowned In Tears Contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings 10/21/2016
Dear 2023,
The vision deepened,
the view became panoramic;
Yet here we are running in circles
all talk and very little action;
One two three, one two three;
what will spark our evolution?
One two three, one two three;
When will we be ready for change?
No matter where the arrows point
it seems we have our backs turned;
In pause sitting at the starting gate
legs crossed and our arms folded;
One two three, one two three;
what will spark our evolution?
One two three, one two three,
When will we be ready to change?
Optimism’s time should’t run out
but being a realist I know what I see;
I am grateful for all of the lessons
I’ve enjoyed every single moment;
2024 is on the horizon let’s put to use
the knowledge that you have taught us..
Cheers to the next chapter,
Melrose
I
The bell the Town Courier want to toll
To salute the day of reckoning in Getham City
Is now on the neck of the scary-witty cat her paws like dragon
Saints, Publicans looking on at each other nose
Of whose can prove his vigour to bell the cats?
Lo! Saw earth sweeping away into the abyss
Yes! Her treasures sunken into the ravine
Restlessness wind voicing its bewails
Cursing and mumuring for the evils enacted upon the City
II
The Armageddon Spirit has resurged once again to the City of pleasure
Seen I melted bodies, brokenness on the fields of refinement
Lo! Saw townsfolks running helter shelter for cover
Sought in vain for any place of rest
The phantoms re-awakening in its limberness
Saw I its thunderbolts, hiding away from fierceness of death
The head corn blown away its tarp, causing
Further dent to the fragile macrocosm of the sorry City
III
The people’s spoils being devoured by mass human-like robot caterpillars
In a twinkle of an eye, falls of death have reaped them
Saw I kings, Princes and noble men fell on their knees
Shrouded from calamities that befell them all
Their once happy life becomes bland within a whisker!
The happy faces have lost all mojos and blooms
Unable to elucidiate their misfortune that I my seen
That raging storms from the Eastern coast reaching the City
Epicenter escapade the knowledgeable, is sadistic viewing can’t I fathom
IV
Pale-looking creeping creatures with craggy-winged bodies
Swarmed towards the water shore for survival
Pugnacious in the lonely deep sea
Its rumbling re-awakes the deadly sea animals
Ready to pounced on wander souls, taken away
Their weary souls, waited too long for divination to placate
But lost in the labyrinth of the lonely deeply sea, the water gods
Unknown livid for the peril caused her during their rotten lives
V
So yet and black it’s the sky
Gazed I deeply into the black sky and yet-
The picture seen gave me deepened sorrow
Lonesome and silenced in the midst of
These rotten and malicious bones
Tears flows from the redden eyes
Saw I the once lively, attractive not fortnight ago
Has become a bestialized and plangent City
With fading strength and bleeding heart
Waiting patiently for the breath of life.
On my journey through life
I carry with me, pride;
Keeping it under control
With some humility on the side.
I am proud of my heritage,
And those who’s last name that I share;
My parents and siblings
All helped to get me here.
I am proud of my children,
And the adults they’ve become;
And proud of coming grandchildren
With whom I’ll have much fun.
I am proud of my accomplishments,
As limited as they may be;
I found they were sufficient enough
To provide for my family.
I am proud of these poems I write,
Though they may lack artistic flare;
I am even proud of the fact
That gracefully I lost my hair.
And I find now that my life’s journey
Is beginning to near it’s end,
The pride doesn’t start to fade -
It only gets deepened.
So please don’t think of me
As being arrogant;
But, I am proud of my journey through life
And how my time was spent.
Written for the "I Carry With Me ..." contest, sponsored by Paula Swanson.
Written and posted on 5/10/2011
HIS ROSE, HER DEATH
All she had wanted was a red, red rose,
That would quell the love of that handsome man,
Alas! The rose tree was in winter's throes,
Unable to birth a rose of her plan;
So she said she will sing the whole night long,
With her heart against the thorn of that tree,
"Love is greater than life", rang out her song,
As her life blood fashioned his love ruby;
Yet, when her heart burst out in pain thereof,
When the crimson petals slowly opened,
He was not there to see her die for love,
Nor did he feel that love with blood deepened;
"Trust me baby, this is love," her last breath,
He never found out his rose was her death.
07/11/17
He gently looks at me with dusky sighs
Although he’s bared my soul a hundred times
Those deepened eyes unfold to memorize
All captive thrills releasing moans , sublime.
His eyes are twilight’s song in waves of haze
Exploring hunger’s thirst, a moistened glade
And every movement sets the stars, ablaze
To grasp the blooming rise of tunes replayed.
A mounted flavor climbs, and I’m complete
With glow , to open mouth of eve-song’s fire
Inside one breath, our tender glances heat,
Disrobing this and that, moonbeams conspire.
Those dusky eyes anoint my fluid skin
As ripples of chaste love tremble within.
Any Subject, Any Form--New Poem Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
the Pit of Hell
I had dream
a broken thoughts
Of strange nightmares
darkened my dark
Lighted by thick darkness
no rules no responsibility no order
beautified by darkness melody by wailings
Coloured by horrors,
horrors you have never never seen
In the fragility of my dreams
The last of hope is lost there
even the dead prefers the grave
in the grave is RIP
In the pit hell no peace is found
and calmness is noised by voices
Of wailing, weeping men
No corrections there ,no promotion
all insignias are melted all ranks ground
In the fragility of my dreams
all Pride is powdered
mixed with the fire to the boil
no recommendations ,no respect
no reprimands
No injury time ,no first half no second half
no penalties, no referees, no timing
the game keeps on playing, the ball keeps on rolling
rolling and never stopping~~~~~~~`~````~~~~~~~~~
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No day, no night no air,
no breath, yet no death~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
your enemies become your friends
no contention only one common goal
;Pains pains pains with hands like darks fangs
deepened down the brain emmmmmmmm~~~~~
The greatest mystery;
burns but never ashes
only strengthens
worms feed ease
death is sent parking
pain is the foundation
The cries of wailing men
like the roaring of millions
of lions
Be warned
Behold He cometh
In His wings of Glory!!!
I bubbled out my sleep
to remain whole again
In the fragility of my dreams
26/4/2020
** In Spirit with Trees **
I feel sad, feeling a kind of tragedy
When I see that a storm
has broken…
has felled trees.
Grass everywhere green, rises.
Flowers splendidly gracing…And
Blessed crops progress us all… But,
The fig, olive, walnut, willow, ash, and magnolia —
The palm, maple, oak, redwood, and evergreen —
The any and every kind of tree affect me,
As I breathe and dearly perceive.
I must confide, my curiosity
about trees has deepened
Since decades ago, when I read
some Japanese folklore
Tells of the believing their ancestors
Could remain here becoming spirits in trees.
That idea — plus the knowledge about how eons of trees
evolved since their days amidst the dinosaurs —
Has
…increased my awe of them, as I see
growth and strength for purposes, and to possibly
inspire as towering sillouhettes against the sky…
Beautifully awakening wonder, with a mysterious
Sensing
Trees may stand waiting communicate.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/6/23
Thanks be to God—-
A beauteous new born day - Whoa is me!
Now seeing a precious opportunity in my head
The stars no longer shining glow- dawn broke
The crescent moon to rest indeed - instead
Tepid the sunshine might then enter my fragile soul
Those radiant, alluring hues bleed warmth thru my skin
Gracious the inner beauty within crept upon me - whoa is me!
Voiced too now are the chirping of birds-
Songs begin
Mountains the peak is climbed standing tall
The air to breathe - it's vivid true of imagination
Distraught !! The inevitable . A treacherous rain
Nurtured nature - Breath becoming through hydration
Bridges they say are over troubled waters
Hurting inside- turmoil of memorable reflections
Caps roll in top of the waves redundantly
The seagull, flies. Wind on the face - coming attractions
Bewildered the paths and the rocks formed with strength
The light as said to the deepened turmoil - See!
The concaves in my mind indeed I view - stay tuned
It's still all in my head . Whoa is me!
Our love will not die, but live on ever,
So let us not cry, we will part never,
Let me embrace you, this night let us dance,
A waltz-jig let's do, passion of romance,
Hold me tight, my dear, never let me go,
Under moonlight clear, let affection glow,
There's one thing tonight, one thing I desire,
Let there be no light, only our love fire,
Together in peace, love under the skies,
Let not darkness cease, let sun never rise,
Let me hold you close, let this night not end,
Our hearts' deepest throes with love gets deepened.
09.21.2020
For Faraz Ajmal's "The night of passion and desire" contest