Long Encircles Poems
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Ferocious inimitably potent fighter,
The fictional tiger zestful might igniter;
Guard of the Antarctic primeval savage land,
Encircles by chasmal volcanoes, fire band...!
Nuwali, a bright tribe of dinosaurs era,
That changed millions of years of fauna and flora;
The big cat, comrade, and ally of the Ka-Zar,
Escapes wreck by Terminus, an alien star...!
Kiths and kins were killed by hunters of the jungle
Stives for existence and survived amid bungle;
Saves Kevin from foes and tended him as his son,
Secures him till adulthood; many wars he won...!
With his Pet Avengers, the dragons he tackles,
Each enemy before him, he calmly shackles;
Confronts El-Tigre, and Man-God; roots out monsters,
Blows out and keeps away all boasters and roasters...!
The power fight midst pet avengers and Zabu,
This leads them to horrible confrontations, new;
Suffers from infection by the zombie virus,
Archives his tasks, and becomes, for all, desirous...!!!
23 March 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Achcked At: How Many Syllables
(A COLLABORATION WITH ROBERT LIGUORI )
When the sun goes down on this hillbilly town
I will meet you there where the stars never frown
Down in the valley where the trees breathe easy
you and I will walk the sea slow, then easy-peasy
and as your arm encircles me I will whisper poetry
Roses in full bloom in a magical night of romance
we together as one two tender petals hand in hand
rolling towards the wispy winds like a lovers dance ;
Then with precision we will write in the sultry sand
the truthful words of our destined, happenchance
When the whispering is through, I'll belong to you
As the paint on a palomino foal is golden new
Our love together will glisten true
And then, getting in my rinky-dink truck
We'll ride back to town, while the sun comes up.
September 18, 2021
Thankyou Robert for joining me in this beautiful writing venture.
free from thought
at peace just sitting
unfocused our gaze
bliss rapture rises
even as we laze
the Bindu chakra
expands its domain
the energy grid looping form
acts as a seamless whole
conjuring a bliss storm
the head ovoid glistens
an energy band encircles the chest
tingle at palms is mirrored at our feet
what is there to search or seek
when we are bliss replete
space has a rapid blink rate
revealing clearly the light of heaven
we remain in the zone for several hours
perfect stillness time stretched peace
wherein formless presence flowers
our head ovoid
is capped by God’s hand
each node in form shines like a star
Divine Mother plays music within
on spine’s 33 stringed sitar
The thorns and scars,
Are supposed to make who you are,
But my reflection stands tall only in the broken glass,
Yet it feels unreal through the shiny brass,
A pathless soul is let led to wander through the field of the black locusts,
Piercing and pushed alone through the eerie tufts,
An empty vessel screams not in foolishness but in pain,
Trying not to be alone, but efforts are in vain,
The venomous tongue , so called the reality,
Rips you apart with everlasting clarity,
The twisted adventurous mind feels hollow to the systematic strain,
Feeling strangled in the practical chain,
A sly master puts the ones below to test,
But are we supposed to handle the rest?
A chance for voice, feels robust,
But the opportunity starts to rust,
A hope so close to our grasp,
But it slips away despite our clasp,
A void, encircles you to substitute the piercing grief,
Hope starts to feel like disbelief,
A moment too happy feels scary to lose,
As the treasured moment starts to choose,
Between the short-lived joy and everlasting pain,
But fear creeps in, when things go back to plain,
A void so dark that it hides what you fear most,
That you feel like the stuck in it like its ghost.
**Dance of the Gypsy Soul**
Gargantuan, golden glimmerings.
Gauzed, glazed and glorious...
She, your gem-gypsy generator.
Etched earrings, entice extraordinary,
Elegance, embraces everywhere.
Explosive evening, encircles an elusive
environment!
She is strong, a sensuous, song-secret.
She, the soul sonnet you sought.
Spinning you in her silvery, sultry seconds.
~Your~
Spirit of a Summer Shadow
9/3/2021
Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.
I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me
Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.
Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns
Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiselled by night's harsh breath.
Collaboration with Sandra Adams
Silent One
20 October 2019
Death.
My soul awakens,
Fluid dimensions engulf my energy—
Draw me into a warming presence.
My aura of sight restored,
I perceive a vibrant halo which
encircles specks of fire.
I feel my spirit drifting
amidst the globes---
I sense their utter familiarity.
Through weightless language
They call unto me,
Vibrating rhythms of fervent regard.
My ancestors.
In exquisite recognition,
I fuse myself with their vitality---
Surrendering myself as one,
bequeathing myself to communal fire.
Our light dances beyond darkness,
undulating purpose, love, and eternity.
I celebrate my rest;
And the return to the stellar peace
From which I came.
A magnificent horse gallops down the cobblestone street.
A waterfall -
shimmers on their right, with splendiferous colors of a
rainbow wall...
The chivalrous young man encircles her innocent beauty, he
holds their
reins. He controls each sight and sound. They glimpse their
fair share
of mountain peaks and wild flowers. Her eyes dazzle
of adventure.
Her modern knight charms the day and night, no fear to
venture
off the breathless path. Somehow she trusts,
tirelessly,
the sinews of this sublime creature, his mane
peerlessly,
whipping in the wild wind, speeding with four limbs
towards their haven.
Arrival at the honeymoon sight, where her tender heart thus
gave in,
with a ravenous kiss, sensuous show of voluptuous bliss,
entirely
his. This precious moment held in their minds
and wholeheartedly!
3/27/2017
Brenda Chiri's On Any Subject Contest
in the form/style of her poem "Words of a Writer"
Two rhyming poems in one. Short poem off to the right.
The glow of the summer's sun encircles the mountain
A solitary figure stands bathed in the aura of the light of the Spirits
Looking out across the land
He seems more warrior than just a man
Lost in his thought one wonders where they are
His spirit and his heart are so very far
Far from this land he loves
Safe in the heart of the woman he loves
For so long he wandered lonely and sad
Denying feelings he thought were dead yet he still had
Yet then one day fate wandered his way
And a spirit touched his heart in such a special way
She showed him friendship, love and honor
And soon he felt the same for her
He looks out far across this land
Knowing he would trade all of this for her hand
He asks the Spirits to hear his plea
To show him the answer to set his heart free
To give him the words to tell his love for this lady
To tell her he would spend with her an eternity
In a distant place far away
A woman awakens to a summer's day
She thinks of this man she loves so
She holds his spirit in her heart
And patiently waits for the time a life together they will start
She closes her eyes and sees his face
And for a moment they share that special time and space
Gently he takes her hand
He knows he has all he needs for this lady completes this man
Form:
Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.
I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper back
yet all I see are stick figure shadows frolicking
as this bitter autumn wind encircles me
Symphonies of the sky continuously weep.
I watch petals float in puddles of regret,
so I reflect back to a summer of mon amour,
where Michelangelo hands sculptured my garden.
Reflecting back, delicate strokes within velvety folds
as fingers trace the edges of my heart's blossom
crimson drops slip silently between my hands
for even the beauty of a rose holds autumn's thorns
Secure from rustic debris that blow against windows,
5pm twilight, means no rekindling with my cherished sun.
My shortened days lash back through glares of street lamps
with frosty glass etchings chiseled by night's harsh breath.
A collaboration with Silent One