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Who names a traitor? I will name a heart,
For hearts alone forsake the sought-for good.
The Captain Will surveys his seaman’s chart
To plot a course to guide his ark of wood.
Yet he forgets each sailor is a man.
‘Gin mortal foes a man be brave and strong.
Whoso is valiant, bid him join the van
To prove his manhood in the battle throng.
Yet, what fears that combatant beset,
Who, standing lone and single in the ring,
Beholds the trident and ensnaring net
Of him that is the ocean tempest’s king?
Aye, some outwitted Neptune’s rocks and ire,
Yet perishèd. What man resists the siren’s lyre?>
"and, as treason begins in the heart, before it appears in overt-acts, so he accused you as a traitor on that account, and therefore insisted you should be put to death" Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels, Chapter VII
Within the strands that capture attention,
Layered by levels to constantly attract.
Is a web that's woven in multiplicity,
Ensnaring reality while hidden and abstract.
Born to inform and enlighten a community,
Its growth has been exponential in its place.
With few boundaries to hold the imagination,
The spread's been viral to the globe everyplace.
Throughout this creation, the content evolved quickly,
Where now the truth is often hidden or obscured.
As if fantasy has uprooted its true value,
Offering no guarantees once insured.
Spinning tirelessly, new cobwebs are left easily,
Where many flies are stuck on big lies and fake news.
Leaving those informed, to question the validity,
As to what's real, or is it just to confuse?
All the while, it only keeps growing to maturity,
With an appetite that's ravenous and obese.
Yet there's no one to monitor any menu,
Or somehow regulate the consumption to police.
So it would seem that more trawlers will be needed,
Casting their ever-widening nets to the sea.
And while few show concern for over-fishing ...
I'm left to wonder, if the catch is reality.
Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon
Towards a horizon yonder daubed with
A loaded paintbrush of golden luminescence
While levitating melodic whispers
Of charm and sorcery perchance connive
Mingling heavenward to set the stage
For a divine encounter with a goddess
Her wafting cloud ever so sublimely hovers
Peculiarly fine exotic spicy fragrance
Ensnaring my compliant heart
By glorious happenstance
Spellbound and mesmerized
Flutters on the wings of dusk
Reawakening a drowsing lust
Rekindling and resuscitating the passion
To a sublime apogee of celestial folly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 18, 2019 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE-BARDENESQUE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 1ST
Some silences have many nooks of tears
That lay the corpse of angst upon old weeds
As grasses hide a vulnerable face
To harbor grief...wrestling among lost stars.
And I hold comfort in my guarded place,
Ensnaring those who dare enter cracked walls
On threadbare hours... face of betrayal looms
While heart torn splatters, needing cold retreat.
Quietly wasting time that peels ached nights
I hang upon clotheslines of empty winds ,
Numbing the senses as I lose the spark of dreams
Until tenor of pained silence roars...again.
Before an altar of thorns where love fades
On candles drifting to light my emptiness;
Nail of silence pierces this face now grim
Where bleeding hour reaches a destined tomb.
Loneliness Contest Of Frank H.
by nette onclaud
Inspired by The Tree Of Life by Gustav Klimt
Life seeks stillness at the root,
craving unfolds lattice of creeping flare.
Two figures lean on the glimmer,
her eyes transfixed in chasm, his petrified,
their silence, a still violin chord
held between the creation and the end.
The tree is the bridge for them,
an aureate whisper in the emptiness,
ensnaring their world in a dream.
The void gleams with potential,
where love gilded by eternity
waits to become a memory.
In the maze captured on the canvas
life is spun from bronze boughs
where past and future entangle
within a frail frame of mistake,
but spring air drips love on leaves,
in the tree of life flowers bloom again.
A design of the human soul
weaved from golden leaf of silent yearning,
upright as a glittering bridge
between the earth we stride
and the mysteries we cannot measure
in a non-linear journey of experience.
The branches do not grow straight,
they coil on themselves in golden twists.
Perched quietly on the radiant boughs
a solitary black bird sits as a shadow
in the forest of gold -
the quiet memento of our mortality.
A mirror of the cosmos
reflects our roots in the dark soil,
yet we’re ordained to be alchemists,
make our own gold,
as we reach for the stars.
Among the flowers of beauty bright,
Upon leaves of green I sight
Graceful webs of intricate fashion
Of labor and of passion.
No architect so proud can craft this shroud;
Its sticky vines of ensnaring gloom
Tell little of an impending doom.
Hidden fangs await the unwary,
The thirsty, the greedy;
Entangled vivacity thrashes about
With a dreadful shout.
The spider’s banquet is short and rich
As it savors every twitch.
No prying eye will dare to spy
On death’s descending cry.
At dusk it drops from a canopy sky
To taste the spoils from its ravenous eyes.
Death wrangles a martyr, wraps it in twine
Then dangles it from a vine.
Flowering sprouts enjoy the morn,
Marveling at the horde of spiders born.
A cloud of spiders take to flight
On currents of air lassoed
Just right.
A flowing stream had inevitably given way.
To gently rest and recover in quiet splay.
Of the nectar stream of her fantastic brain.
Neural links coagulated on stale sustain.
Savor pulled loaves over a roaring fire.
Her leading center was a charcoal wire.
Thoughts went up in flames on the grate.
Darkened in a frigid kettle of fear innate.
Prudently, all that remained was her gold jewelry.
A contracted charm has been reduced to currency.
Expectation on a high wire; garrotte and tightrope.
The act of tearing her scrawny startup to rope.
In a frantic endeavor to cut off the unique string.
She felt frustrated over the bug that ensnaring.
Poetry will not keep you warm
Not like a cat nestled between legs
But, it hunts down manic thoughts
Gnashes the static till the mind gives
Chases a thought till claws are bloody
Keeps you drenched in sweat
Yes, she mews for attention
Till its cries grate every nerve
Till I feed it words & want
Poetry keeps me squirming
Caught in a net skimming a deluge
Waiting for words to be hauled
The big catch ever escaping
Keeps me checking the line
Insisting I jump into cold waters
Foolishly like Ahab chasing a tail
Sadness is my white whale
Mad with promises holey
Poetry is a leaky bucket
Catching the rain of words
Within depression's storm
Coming like a cat with a pail
Impossible and torrential
Ensnaring me for an hour
Keeps me back for seconds
Promising an easy catch
Cold and slippery
Life seeks stillness at the root,
craving unfolds lattice of creeping flare.
Two figures lean on the glimmer,
her eyes transfixed in chasm, his petrified,
their silence, a still violin chord
held between creation and end.
The tree is the bridge for them,
an aureate whisper in emptiness,
ensnaring their world in a dream.
The void gleams with potential,
where love gilded by eternity
waits to become a memory.
In the maze captured on canvas
life is spun from bronze boughs
where past and future entangle
within a frail frame of mistake,
but spring air drips love on leaves,
in the tree of life flowers bloom again.
(Inspired by The Tree Of Life by Gustav Klimt)
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place