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A white-hot fire
That once raged furiously
Becomes a moribund flame
Flickering...
As it dims in the racing wind
Continually fighting
To keep on, yet steadily
Losing the battle
Til an unkind fate douses
The once smoldering heat
A lethal blow!
A white-hot fire
That once raged furiously
Now an evaporating smoke
The story of us...
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Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 01/15/2018
The owls, hoo knows why, they do give a hoot.
Do humans give a hoot, or holler more?
The moons of hollowness...the wait for loot.
The holy prayer-knees...the beak defeats.
The dove descends with not a hoot, but peace.
A gentleness does fill a broken heart.
A grieving grace from God — the tears’ release.
Oh Geez! The anguish lifts...the fog departs.
Or does it leave? Wait, not so fast! Those tears
They shine like diamonds not polished yet.
The roughness, of the hooters hell, I fear —
They’ve, left the perch, on fire; God’s shield is wet.
Yay! for the shield is wet — it douses threats.
The umbrella of God wields no regrets.
5/24/2021
She walks in the forest with crumbs in her hand
he swoops in for food and things, "contraband "
its a New Year of love a New Year of Hope
and all the pines trees are trying to cope...
Weighed down by the snow a snowman on gin
wants confetti for lunch with a mouthful of tin
She douses the light on the darkness so tragic
and all of a sudden we are clothed in magic
no quandary nights all past demons are gone
the Angel of Hope has designed and redrawn
The weather is lovely from her to down under
the brook gurgles softly with silence as thunder
When the ball drops in town we all clap in cheer
we're healthy once more like the Arlington deer
She walks from the vineyard all full of pure joy
the C words have died, thanks to Helen of Troy
Confetti is falling from a snowflake blue sky
we're healthy once more and we're ready to fly
This land is played out on a plain bible.
Nightlights smear a frigid fog, the fumes of idling cars.
A flat-lined wind plies its wheezy bellows through burrowing bones,
smothers the distance, douses the glint of rural glimmers.
Knuckled chills know how to fang a wrist,
nip tender tongues, freeze the rivers run.
Here in the burbs the lights of bistros cannot withstand
their own desolate backyards. A scree heap of black curb
is not crossed by the lightly shod but must be booted-in and leveled.
At such times, winter lends a shivering hand
at its own burial. We become priests all frocked in fleece,
heads bowed or we howl a tune to a faceless moon.
Good or gone to the bad, we are there, in Ohio, anywhere.
Silver flashes through ocean swells
sound ripples across the water
strolling the moonlight kissed water
surrender to nights sensual promise
foam breaks, mermaid soars resplendent
cobalt teal diamond skin shimmers
powerful tail propelling her way
phosphorescence trails behind
sea sparkles flitting in her wake
face startles, finely dotted aqua spots
thick lips pout, fierce, predatory
fiery orange and red markings
warrior lines swirling, cheek to neck
swims towards me, I’m awestruck
daggered teeth, transfixed
purple searing eyes, allured
flips mid-air, veers away to plunge deeply
her tail douses me in sea water
I laugh and marvel
savage beauty of the sea
silver flashes through ocean swells
Entered in “Give me your best new poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Dated 12/10/2019
Placed 8th with thanks
With empty capacious cauldrons
the living entities arrive arrogant,
and depart organically desolate.
In between they turn into
instinctive greed slaves to snatch
the unearned fortunes,
getting sucked spellbound
within the abyss of cravings.
In the innate inferno of
corporeal passion temporal,
the frenetic flare laced by luring lust
debases the fervent feeling
of platonic pining dormant,
but in the blooming garden of love
it can sparkle sublime with elegance,
emitting the patina of penchant.
The chase of the migrating mirage
in the desert of deceptive ego,
etches the fragile footprints
of delusive dominance transient,
trails the sandstorm trajectory,
but the surging squall of strife
over the dunes of dwindling life
subsides in the inner space
of divine latent love configured
with the lattice of self-aware surrender.
In the blazing realm of connived conflict
the sane senses of sobriety
turn into consuming cinder,
flaming the fiber of prudence,
but the shower of sagacity,
spurting from the fountain of love
with divine flamboyance,
douses the fire of disdain,
and with the allayed ashes
fabricates the framework
of cordially congruent fabric
of blissful epitome of existence.
As the pristine petals of conscience buds
of my serene soul unfurl
in the subsided swells of stimulus,
and bloom the divine lotus of bliss,
I’m overwhelmed by the shower
of His graceful gift benevolent
of hope and contentment bestowed on me.
The beauty of idyllic life I then perceive,
blessed by the bequest of the supreme,
suffused with the ecstasy of salvation.
Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life.
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife.
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time.
Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife.
The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb.
Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes.
Instability drives doomed people hysterical.
Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime.
A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample.
A forlorn relationship douses the pull.
Significance is no longer convincing.
A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil.
Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving.
Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping.
Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion.
Days to review and retain the positive feelings.
Ignoring the past and savoring the situation.
Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution
The truth is that everything is transitory.
Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation.
The will to fight in despite immense difficulty
I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity.
Woe and anguish hammer my nerve
I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.
“Forgiveness is divine fountain”
I see in your glaring eyes,
you’ve an inferno of anger within,
in wild fire the sane senses turn to ember,
makes you splash fiery sparks of spiteful mind.
I don’t throw you discarded
in the sordid cauldron of my hatred,
nor do I try to blaze you in flame of reprisal,
for fire can’t douse fire and my soul you can’t burn.
I emit the flow of forgiveness
from within like a spurting spring,
the shower of divine mercy drenches you,
douses the disdain fire, you rise from ash of remorse.
I pray to God, make my mind strong,
illumine my senses with the light of wisdom,
let the fountain of forgiveness flow unhindered,
so, I forgive others for wrong doings, I beseech my soul.
October 31, 2021
Contest : Your Own Philosophy Statement
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
BARCELONA FLAMENCO
clicking of heels, like torrential downpour. guitar
plucking at the eardrums, chest wall erupting.
like a hurricane of crisp crimson leaves of Autumn ~
a raked pile, blowing around in tumultuous sweep,
her skirt, spread out in the expanse of rubious dawn,
passion’s glorious splendor, a prolific hunger.
his eyes dance as frenetic flames, hypnotized
by Spain’s red cape. His imagination, like a bull,
thunders, steaming nostrils, horny stabs at the
glorious threads of her swirling romantic escapade.
buxom black smoke and radiant yellow-gold crackles,
whip the frenzy, of her smoking hot Barcelona flamenco.
he nearly succumbs, exhausted from the steam room,
the ferocious red waves lapping at his face, his feet,
his heart. he decides he must meet her, when the fire
dims, douses, settles. he must charm the incubus.
9/22/2017
Poems That Paint A Picture 3
Sponsor: Silent One
If I'm able to reach to the
drifting sky,
I'd die literally... I'd lack
oxygen and my heart would
thump like a drum
If I reach too high in the
drifting, dusky sky,
I'd fall - I can't see the flowers
of plenty below my spoiled,
crusty feet
My worn-out feet
What a frightful flight,
I Know, Right?
Forever...
My dream drags on
And I'm floating like a
feather...rummaging in the
cotton candy clouds
Dismay douses me as my sweet
tooth becomes
satisfied...before the break of
dawn
And I'm drifting away with the
sea-blue sky waves and
disconsolate clouds
What a frightful flight,
I Know, Right?