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Premium Member Stars of Clarity

Written: November 19, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest

The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of your heart. By Rumi
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Clinging comely crimson cleome curb cosmos
Sky is nebulous with dusk, owing to camos
Ornaments that balmily flicker in the background
Amid whirlpools of jade, scarlet, and indigo found.

Nothing beats a comely asterism of fall nights
To gaze up at the stars and relish the sights
Space wideness may induce mankind to fear
We fathom how desultory we are, through tears.

Diaphanous moon beams brighten the land
Crafting creepy casts curdling children's strands
But the moon is breathtaking in its own right
With a million-year-old mountains and sights.

Amid a silvery sky ignited by the moon
Lonesome island of stars, in a druid swoon
Streets that glisten with dazzling lighting
Crystals of iridescent amethyst shining.

Efflorescence is diaphanous in appearance
Lawns are studded by ruddy lilac buds entrance
Creepy crawlies in azure wind their way upward
Gazebos are sleek and clad in ivory word.

Wispy clouds start to split or disperse
Nebulous mist of the island, to immerse
Elysian Symphony builds to a crescendo
Regarding the violin-produced echo.

Cosmic bodies aligned akin to pins on a map
Assist sailors in spotting their suitable cap
Waterlilies float, creating a gorgeous scene
Lullaby is sung on an idyllic lake, so serene.

The aurora shimmers with an aurified glow
Sewn from spools of gossamer light and flow
A veiled glade is seen by a translucent moon
Rosewood, wisteria, periwinkle, iris leaf tune.

Elixir of gems at night, shine, and dazzle
Host the discovery of feasible ways of gravel
Quintessence of empyreal magnificent form
Bright kaleidoscope prismatic of stars swarm.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


The Para

The Paratrooper

I was falling through the air couldn’t see a thing, opened up
my big black umbrella and descended in an orderly fashion.
A scythe of a moon gave enough light so I could see the coastline
and the dark, menacing sea just waiting to fill my lung with water.
By manipulating the umbrella`s ribs, I landed safely on the beach,
folded the collapsible and got away as foam and horrid sea tried to
drag me under. To get home I had to walk through a monocultural
nightmare of pop music, endless Fado, and orange trees the bore
nothing, but yellow fruit no one bothers to pick up as the land
is drowning in sticky juice and no gin. Anyway, supermarkets sold
virtual orangeade. I was walking uphill now, downhill too, but
mostly uphill. From a hilltop, I could see my cottage; noticed the yard
light was still on and hear the desultory din of an aeroplane circling
 looking for a lost passenger
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Traduce Tis Trademark Trump's Traitorous

transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president ***** (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy philandering)

baneful boorish boastful bullheaded 
     Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly 
     cavorts, capitulating, claiming, 
     championing crying chauvinistic 
     concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
     king crooked cowboy cakewalks.

Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly, 
     demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly, 
     devilishly, divinely dumbfounded, 
     duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating, 
     excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.

"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant 
     fool, frightful. 
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating 
     gerrymandering. 

harboring hectoring heinously hellishly 
     hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest 
     immoral impetuous, impishly impudent, 

     incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous, 
     iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible 
     irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking 
     jumping jerk, jilting jinn.

knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian 
     kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty, 
     kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps, 
     kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.

legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated, 
     lambasted, languished lost lively lust, 
     limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons 
     monthly mandate marked maybe mars, 
     mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified 
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.

Premium Member Dwelling Vespers

Written: April 3rd 2024
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How I venerate you, O Lord
In your lens, lenity and levity loom
as a benign breeze
Stars doth glitter in a prolific night sky
Their radiance is a celestial litter
guiding wayward souls to shine
When people slumber, embrace
They heed no calls.
Even gates sealed by nobility
won't disrupt their serene sleepiness
yet I embrace your extol in solitude
In an epoch where time stretches 

No flame flickers with fervor
as I wassail  on Ambrosian Amber
amorist aflame by zeal and dazes
I spy on myself with an unequivocal shield
Observing an abundance of stars in motion
With clouds skating kindly, hide-and-seek
Through a sky smeared with ink
It's well past midnight
My knees start to quake and aquiver
I had eagerly awaited the moment. 
 
Beneath clay of life
Amidst challenges, beleaguer
I'm tripping and fumbling from a perch
Oh, what a sight...
I fall from my pedestal
Now diminished to creeping and crawling
Our separation has been long
and crave your arcane embrace
It's been ages since
I first revered your ariose divinity
I will never perish asunder. 

I grasp your blithely unfathomable lens
I am witnessing the blossoming of canorous love
while I am tangled in its throes
My clangor corpulent return is obvious
after desultory crestfallen
I grapple in agony, seeking mercy
Despite my anguish, I felt forlorn
in need of your diaphanous meed
But you never let me be lonesome
Constantly providing an unwavering glow. 

Dulcet shrine dances
A hundred billion mirrors
Elysian pin-sized effusive
Dazzles with an ephemeral glow
Rising in an esoteric mirror
Fastidious gossamer glimmers
Of the divine inveigle
Until you bear them in
How will you realize?
Who resides there? 

Elixir lyrics by masters
Churning my impalpable blood
Into jaunt juicy ambrosia.
You grasp my languid state
And celebrate
Wait till I dissolve
Into loquacious nectar
then will drink and maunder
a nebulous nexus was around?
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.

-i Found Not a Faithful Tree-

i embraced my felicity as if hope was my was fate-
~ the fate i yearned for when youth was all i had ~
now i see the yesterdays are much more than just a nude desultory 
hourglass bleeding evocative transgressions 
(sins of the father revealed; me fearing love)

for i used to dwell in a beguiled nest- (actually, multiple nests last year) 
and those evanescent moments creep like apparitions haunting my 
sensitive essence;
fruitless branches curled to make a home for me, but no warmth was felt-
day after day, i tried my best to defeat those visceral ravens i tackled just 
to prove to myself i am worthy of a safe and comforting home 
(a home where my fledglings rest without worry)

for there is no time to justify what i did not do;
no sky to fly away from what I could not rescue-

i remember those nests from last year-
where the medallion Maple blades 
redeemed a plethora of my poor intentions…
and the barren branches made me weak

for i NEVER found a faithful tree…
sturdy enough to keep hold of me

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November 6, 2019
Craig Cornish
Last Years Nests Contest
Form: Verse


Strike While the Iron Is Hot

Cuz while ya steel got
moxie, don't nix chance if only a dot
before death finds 
     flesh rotting alot.

A self-actualized fringe benefit
     as I racked up
     orbitz round sun -
     with increased measured,
     (albeit neglected) ragged, and
     shot thru tattered (turn shroud) -
     regarding chronological yardage
brought to my dimming wattage -

sputtering third eye blind, sans
     hindsight surveying extensive
     emotionally frenzied groveling with
     a lifetime penitential wreckage,
whence urgent critical (update)
     foisted upon formerly entrenched
     hermetically sealed voyage -
sequestered self wrought fallout,

     viz long stretches of 
     time irretrievably gone with the wind
     found me averse toward
     commingling with village -
peopled within sin king
     precincts of Lake Woebegone
     joyus kneaded livingsocial 
     natives, now visa

     vis (nee this past
     and present atheist)
     discovered the healing power
     of powder milk biscuits,
     when accommodated within Norwegian
     bachelor farmer vicarage),
qua pained obligation now
     imposed kickstarted mandate

     to pay dying wage
clearly written along,
     the sub weighted psyche walls
     (over time) easily read
     across my wrinkled visage,
where former cumulative
     years of existence
     pitched yours truly

     figuratively teetering upon
     precipice of abyss gave vantage
     written in telltale creases
     countenance spelling umbrage,
against me - asper tonnage
     schlepping psychological Matthew
     Scott Harris "baggage,"
wrought from decades

     worth of uncultivated tillage
cuz n'er did I gather rosebuds...
     during prime mortal teenage
stretch, thus present
     day agonizing suffrage
yawning chasm miserably houses
     bleak (Dickensian) testimony,
     sans recovered anorexic

     (NO...NOT... NEVER 
     bulimic), but feebly
     endured desultory stage
punctuated quasi (moat)
     towed riddled rattle trap ship
     of state into deadly scrimmage
defies propped up 
     moxie succombing unrelenting
 
     weathering, unforgiving savage
nasty, brutal and short sabotage,
wherein futile - short 
     changed growh opportunities 
     forfeited developmental stage
opportunities introverted 
     vehemence doth rage.

Premium Member Keep

Keep thinking, keep interested, keep praying, keep dreaming. Be mentally sensitive at all times so that the magic word that motivates you may one day speak to your deep inner self. Norman Vincent Peale

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Keep faith and brace to initiate your wave.
Stay resilient—reject to succumb or cave.  
Dwell directly down the desire you have set. 
Venture for your ambitions without regret. 

Strive to weather any obstacle or spree. 
Undying faith and clear aims are success key 
Implies sacrifice, commitment, and skill too
These are critical to an edge or breakthrough.  
 
Fulfill your goals, none is vain if you believe. 
No drag can be dealt and no dole can deceive. 
After exertion—there is no desultory vitality.
Never settle for a skewed version of reality. 
  
I was supine simply—staring at the wall.
Blinding lights shatter the glass hall.
Growing an overwhelming feeling of fear.
I still close my eyes and dream of sheer
  
Strolling in a dense woodland as it gets dark
Bright stars and an orange moon draw a spark. 
Anything in my close vicinity is lively and alive. 
Soaked and at peace, with no drive to strive. 
 
The faded history will be right in our grasp.
The faults and lofty goals no longer unclasp.
In the deepest, darkest world, there is no fear.
I am presently unfettered, resistant, and clear.

Living this way would have been flawless.
Relishing the splendor, peace, and aweless.
Realizing that our destiny is in His control.
Trusting His epic might bestow souls console. 

Embrace the light of faith—let fears starve.
Dreaming, wishing, and aiming may carve
That's why I keep trying; it's due to one desire.
A dream of freedom and justice never conspires.
  
If you have faith, your dreams will come true.
And boldly uncover the potential inside you.
Thus, resist the urge to cave up and cave in.
Keep your faith and let your adventure spin.
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Elysium Is a Verb

Written: November 20, 2025, 

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The future is not a place—  
It is a quidnunc calyx,  
a capacious chalice  
for those who dare to drink  
the elixir of their own becoming.  

Dreamers do not sleep.  
They careen through cloudscapes,  
gamboling past the gaudy gates  
of flapdoodle and fear,  
flaneurs of the ineluctable.  

Their thoughts are canorous,  
etched in hieroglyph and hex,  
diaphanous as sky skims,  
yet fierce as a hoyden’s howl.  

They do not dissemble.  
They rake through the rubble  
of dismal days,  
threadbare but unbroken,  
writhe into catharsis  
and call it art.  

Their hearts are fipple-fluted,  
gargling with garrulous grace,  
eloquence stitched into  
the petiole of every breath.  

They wear tiaras woven 
from wisteria’s bloom,  
not crowned with the weight of hubris—  
and gently lighten the heavy load.  
Borne by the forgotten and the lost.

They are fetching,  
felicitous,  
iconoclasts of the somber.  
They do not fear the gaseous unknown,  
nor the egregious elision of comfort.  

They are the herons of Elysium,  
gamboled and glorious,  
Each dream is a byzantine map  
to a future  
Only they can read.  

So believe—  
not in the desultory hush  
of what was,  
But in the foison of what could be.  
The future is yours  
at the behest of beauty.
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Premium Member Empirical Deceitfulness

Written: December 29, 2023 
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Mahogany motionless shadows
cast by deceitful sun,
a caterwaul unravels,
coeval betrayal
voice beckons glimpses 
—of anguish
within the heart loci,
once pure and corpulent,
now rapt by crestfallen darkness,
bereavement blight.
synchronous with aquifers
Interfluve ferri-crete... 
desultory. 

A love so tender,
akin to a fragile bloom,
now withered and wilted,
lost in the gloom,
a vow is broken
trust shattered in shards
of diaphanous slogans
leaving behind, disconsolate
heartbreak—real misery abounds.

In magenta shadows
cast by a deceitful sun,
whispers of deceit,
waltzed in the wind,
saffron sun rays
masked the spuriousness
in perfidy of truth,
as a venomous snake—slither
exposing whopper & 
taradiddle
causing hearts to wither

 
In depths of darkness,
truth did reside,
unveiling deceit,
where love once thrived,
a web of lies spun
entangling hearts
in a web of
perfidiousness
deviousness
guilefulness
& flimflam
how the heart weeps,
its innocence lost,
It once held love's warmth
betrayal wound is effusive.
 
A turbulent ocean
of bereavement
overwhelms this heart 
eviscerate...
& in egregious pain
no relief in sight
only an aching hole
despite sorrow 
mercilessly embraces
a glimpse 
of grace and hope,
yet, darkness... 
holds strength
empyreal resilience.
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Premium Member Dreams Adrift on Silken Tides

Written: November 24, 2024 for contest Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
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In a calyx of ambivalent dreams,   
where shadows swirl as silken strands,   
I slip through the surface,  
a sailboat in a tide of thoughts,  
where colors speak in whispers,  
and sounds weave a tapestry  
of guffaw and sighs.

I am an astronaut,  
zipping into a cosmos of canorous clangor  
past comets with names such as chimera  
and planets blooming with a corpulent deluge  
simmering under layers of desultory dust,  
each a sun waiting  
to ignite an encomium spark.

Footfalls on the ledge of splendor,   
swirling in circles,  
a kaleidoscope of moments —  
jumping from the quicksilver  
of a fleeting glance,  
to the deep sinkhole of silence,  
where time slows to the pulse of heart.

Here, on this canvas of perception,  
the boundary of self dissolves,  
melting into the esoteric ocean   
and excruciatingly eviscerated thoughts
are squid jauntily joined by caring currents,   
amber-colored fires dancing on the horizon,  
unraveling secrets hidden in their stings.

I chase shadows,  
those swift-painting phantoms,  
a ghostly gap in gnarled grooves of life,   
seeking sincerity in a swirl of sights —  
the stillness of awareness,  
longing wrapped in vibrant coils,  
darkness stitched with fragile threads of light.

In stillness, I stroll.  
feeling every pulse evolve into a quilt of colors.  
tracing trails tracked by supple notions.   
as the clock spins dizzy tales —  
my pen touches the sky,  
gathering glimpses in gradients of glides.  
a jaunt laced with lingering layers.  
charting caverns of concealed aspirations.   
where wisdom blooms in wild gardens,  
Inviting all intrepid inclined to intrude 
the twinkling, tantalizing tones
of existence, endlessly entwining
every exhale an echoing essence.  
of something that yearns.  
to be liberated and let loose.
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