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The tapestry of the indigo sky,
weaved with lattice of silver cloud,
merges with the still sea in the blues.
The dislodged boulders of cognitive debris
strewn away from the waterfront of desire,
the broken dreams epitomized.
The anchorless empty boat
drifts away from the shore of longing,
harboured by desolation,
lodged lonesome in the sanctuary
of the rocky ledge of fortitude.
In the ruins of my splintered heart,
I listen to the voice of the anguished soul,
the mutilated construct of recluse precinct,
encasing the stifling loneliness of poignant prison
where the psyche languishes relentless
within invincible travail,
negating the hope perspective
in the clutch of mental affliction.
The cauldron of dissonance,
remote from the rhythm of life,
its void filled with drops of depression in adagio.
My dormant desires are demolished,
the malleable mind yields to nostalgic purport,
melancholy swathes the remnant yearning.
Inspired by Melancholy, Edvard Munch.
Inspired by FUNK album song: We shall be free
In the whispering air I hear
the beguiled birds sing for you,
as the sequins of sunburst sky
flushes your fascinating face.
how endearingly attractive you’re to me,
I know mesmerized, but you’ve no clue.
In the seamless sky of my yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird fly
from my fervent heart to soar high,
glide on spring-scented amorous breeze,
carry on their rhythmic wings
your jasmine fragrance to me, you don't sense.
My fervor flies to the glint of your eyes,
where a nostalgic nest I build,
make it my remote retreat of joy.
When in storm of sorrowful surge
I fondly shelter my love there,
how content it is, you’ve no idea.
Your charming voice enticing evermore,
ripples in the silence of my yearning,
echoes with the melody of my resonant heart.
When it delights me to the brim,
gives me the touch of closeness,
how complete I feel, you don’t realize.
When you leave me in deep dismay,
trace the trail of melting mirage,
I feel deserted like a dislodged sand grain,
rolling in dry tears on the desolate dune.
How hopelessly my pent-up words ‘I love you’
I say to me with a lonely sigh, you don’t hear.
When you want me to disappear,
all my dreams blaze in an inferno.
I breathe the smoke of the burnt memory,
piled up in the ruins of my desolation,
merged with the splinters of desire,
free from your allure, you don’t know.
Spring necked victim
Will be decked again
For pure amusement
Of fast pummelling fists
Layered bruise symptoms
Display punching bag pain
No retaliation movement
While heavy assault persists
Swung away, come back
For more of life's abuse
Copping it on the chin
Brings rhythm of survival
Waiting for following whack
Knuckle impact profuse
Tenderised gums begin
To resettle sidewards
Jutted out awkwardly
Jaw a crooked angle
Punished and punched up
Laughs with sinister taint
Prospect guaged morbidly
From unwieldy wrangle
Sippping from near empty cup
Limping with wounded gait
Fractured face suffers
Receipt of endless blows
Dislodged red teeth spat
Are metallic meant to be
True opinions muffled
Turn other cheek advice goes
Superbly for great diplomat
- For irate me, dismally
7th October 2020
'Take It On The Chin'
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
In the desolate desert of my forlorn life,
I wander across the desiccating dunes you make.
Enticed by your impulsive mindscape,
I saunter in the sandstorm of the dismal time.
My longing languishes to lie
in the sensuous shade of the oasis of your love,
sheltered from the abandoning squall,
away from the dreary bleakness of the wasteland.
The yearning lost in the debris of the broken heart,
I amble sullen with the silent sense of sorrow.
My emotions swirl like the dislodged sands
in the tide of remote time when you were mine.
The transient flame trajectory of devoured desire
furrows in my mind a blazing trail of craving,
I wish I could tread the track of the shooting star,
even if it fades away like the flicker of your love.
Sleeping at the desolate edge of the lonely night,
I see you shine as a star in my dream sky,
sparkles for a while and disappear forever,
I feel disheartened, I haven’t dreamt enough.
I drift now across the dire topography of denial,
the sun of desertion has smoldered my desire,
Realizing mirage designs delusion with sands of time,
I wish somebody would’ve told me.
________________
March 8, 2023
Title chosen : Wish Somebody Would've Told Me
Contest : Pick-A-Title, Vol. 35
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
The sun-soaked shining valley of his lucent life
Drained the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Cascaded with the cadence of gilded instants.
Dislodged sentiments in stream of euphoria
Floated unbound in turbulent tides of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst fallen sky
Flowed in the flood to terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
He was the first to wade in the sunk murky past
Mudlarked in the desolate bay in twilight hour.
In the lilac light of the setting sun fading fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbed out
He scavenged the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieved the golden moments he lived to adore.
________________
July 23, 2022
Phrase used : #1
Contest : One In Five 2
Sponsored by : Joseph May
Torn from your life
Like a weed from a garden,
Not caring of my feelings
Or even asking my pardon.
Mindlessly dislodged
And left to wither and die,
Not even given the chance
To tell you goodbye.
My love no longer worthy,
My caring no longer wanted,
And the pain that I feel
I will forever be haunted.
But I hold tight to my resolve
And hold my head high
As I choke down the tears
And refuse now to cry.
I know in my heart
Even after I’m gone,
My love for you still
Forever lives on.
It lives in the soil
Where my roots still remain,
Tattered and torn
But alive just the same.
So like a weed in a garden
It will grow once again,
In the same exact spot
Where once I had been.
It will grow strong and proud
Replenished and new,
With kindness and caring
To give only to you.
To watch over and protect you
And give you its love,
As I painfully watch you
From the heavens above.
If only I were a flower
Succulent and ornate,
Maybe I would not have had
To suffer this fate.
QUEEN OF SEASONS
Spring, the queen of seasons steps in.
Entrance on elegance with sheen,
stitching luminous lace to glow.
Ambient gleams in frolic flow.
Splendid Spring is trove of treasure.
Abloom blossoms bringing pleasure.
Dry leaves already to escape
Glossy leaf-buds try to take shape.
Spring aspiring zest, zeal and zing.
Symphony of cheers as birds sing.
Dulcet sunshine in cheerful charm
Sky in delighted decorum.
Dislodged petals chased by Spring gust.
Pollen in air whirling with dust.
Zephyr kissing leaves to shiver.
Eager heart wants to be giver.
Floating romantic aroma
in flowery panorama.
Spring resonating in amour
with gorgeous graceful glamour.
Spring in Nature, Spring in my mind
Lost forgotten love to rewind.
Resurrection of warmth from cold.
Wish something to tell still untold.
05/06/20
Third Place
'BRIAN CHOICE A' Contest by Brian Strand
Like a dislodged lonely leaf my mind floats far away,
on the quiet river of dreams from life’s cacophony,
to a placid cobalt lake on serene visage of display,
soaking the azure melody of singing sky’s euphony.
On the bank stands the petrified tree I have lost,
the stilled supine branches don’t sway any more.
Its static shadow on the lake languishes untossed,
for the squall has found a new course to soar.
The mystique mist drops a veil of dense solitude,
until the melting clouds descend drizzling ecstasy
with raindrops on the river’s ripples of quietude,
filling my hollow heart with alluring aria of revelry.
The silent river flows to the shore of divine sea,
plunging deep within, the scroll of mind I unroll,
see my engraved dreams weave at depth lonely,
the tapestry of profound bliss for my sated soul.
May 3, 2020
Contest : Grace And Solitude
Sponsor : John Hamilton
May 18, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice K
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Trudging scorched in the wilderness of desiccated life
in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow I wander,
enticed, I’m seduced by your flashing face on the mirage,
my broken heart is scattered as debris in your swathe.
I don’t know where I should be going to get belonged,
but try to sense the lure of oasis in your eluding love.
I crumble into drifting dust in the desolate wasteland,
and blow away to obscure horizon in the desert storm.
From the tree of yearning that grew in despondency,
I’m now dislodged and meander as a withered leaf,
rustle with the tormenting tune of melancholic music,
on its journey of despair to the realm of isolation void.
Under the sweltering sun burning the façade of desire,
as I lumber worn out across the dunes of deprivation
with shifting sands of time designing myriad of illusion,
in the fiery flicker of your eyes I see my kryptonite.
September 23, 2021
Contest : Your Kryptonite
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
EUPHORIC EPITHET
disarrayed sands
derive dislodged
from
timeless terrain
settle bemused
on
stratified shelf
of
languid life
disorganized
in
dismantled moments
of
petrified perturbation
trustworthy truth
on
ruffled ripples
of
disordered discontent
oscillates
on
bewildered efflux
of
delinquent dismay
as
metamorphosed elation
reveals tousled
real pretense
of
traumatic transmutation
of
disquiet mind
drowning disheveled
in
distraught nothingness
with
splintered leitmotif
of
embedded emotion
in
sensual sandcastles
on
shriveled shore
of
eroded yearning
where
psyche rises
shape-shifted
to
covert flute
of
passion symphony
plays music
of
ecstatic self
entranced
as
convivial concerto
resonates
the last refrain
of
melodic memory
as
transcendent essence
of
euphoric epithet