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In the dune-field of the deserted scorched life,
clutching my desiccated desires I chase mundane mirage,
walk listless on the tormenting trail of strife.
Suffering to the core, I’m submerged in sordid mire.
Under the multi-layered receptive mind,
the soul resides at the inner meditative depth,
where awareness is the light of the eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting the sensitivity of the divine glow.
Trying to be released from the clasp of karmic destiny,
I transcend the expanding limits of heart-head linkage.
From the closet of mortal being I strive to set my soul free,
the patina of perpetual peace I yearn to flourish.
In the devout sanctum of heavenly freedom
my soul aims to attain the timeless euphoria of nirvana.
The beauty of the ultimate oneness it beholds,
vibrating with the rhythm of supreme elegance.
The darkness of the pasture of suffering gets illumined
with aura of the absolute, having thousand sun’s shine.
I find the lotus bloom beguilingly bright in the soul,
discover the enlivened constellation of innate bliss,
“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams
in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet
The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life,
the riveting patterns change persistently
in the mélange of motif enmeshing the mind.
The chameleon colors transform transiently
the visage of mind’s varied landscape
into the ashen essence of burnt forlornness,
or the beguiled feeling of emerald exuberance.
The dispersed dreams drifting away to the past,
float on the cascade of fantasy stream,
meandering on the topography of the present,
carved out of the bedrock of ebullience.
My emotion replicates the wings of butterflies,
fluttering on the ripples of blissful breeze,
and before they all waft away to obscurity,
form for me a flying formation of fulfillment.
I take my lonesome journey with hope
across the greening wasteland of despair,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with blooming saplings of bursting colors.
I then perceive my closed mind unfurl,
unveiling the receptive canvas of sensuality,
painted with shifting colors of sublime beauty of being,
creating the kaleidoscopic collage of euphoria.
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March 11, 2023
Theme chosen : Kaleidoscopic
Contest :Writing Challenge - "K" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1215 Contest
WRITTEN IN DRUGS OF RAIN
Unscrupulous vulture-like officials standing inside skyscrapers;
they croon softly, but wield their pretentious tongues like blades--
casting spells on a throng of marginalized heads
whose mouths and bellies were squeezed and dried.
The promises they speak were written in a drugged rain
blown by the wind and dispersed in grains of misconception.
Beguiled man bit the taste and was addicted without haste.
(candle of hope was trampled --toppled down to fade..)
Secretly, these greedy, flesh -eating crocodiles of today
collude under wooden tables.
Their lust for gold and silver screaming,
they fill their jars of wickedness;
voraciously they feed their minds-- harlots of desire.
The big bellied ones whistle trying to clamp
leeches who don't only suck blood but also innocence;
but when the cluster of eggs break-- hatches
as they run so fast and release a loud.... prrrrt!
The misuse of drugs and ignorance cause
bodies to be spread in dirty smelly gutters.
The users mutilated dignity comes from a constant craving for
shots and puffs from these drugs leading to
gruesome miscarriage of suppose to be~~
--golden flowering dreams for tomorrow,
--transformers to a more unified earth,
--angels bearing an eye for justice and peace.
Manifold arrests for drugs affect the youth
and all others who grasp the illusions of euphoria.
Concerned individuals' throat drying cries, a forlorn scourge of agony...
Oh God, what sight that will be!
And now,
Shall we, knowledgeable of the effects of drug addiction, let such things happen?
Won't we drubbed such escalated catena of grief by doing something?
What can we impart?
What can we do to care?
When will we start?
©O. E. Guillermo
8:44 pm; November 13, 2014
Sponsor Debbie Guzzi
Contest Name Global Poetry
placed 3rd
P o e t r y
the timeless nepenthe
to my aching soul,
a cluster of calming couplets
caressing the ventricular vortex within my heart.
When dark is the dawn,
when cold is the air,
and heavy is the garnet
I wear around fatigued fingers,
eager to release
the suppressed scars that linger…
Tonight, I listen to the wind
whisper to the waves,
verses of the sea sapphires
mirroring the sanguine sun~
rendered with rhinestones
and rustic rose gold,
as the quill of kismet
drips droplets of chocolate diamonds,
a perfumed prism of petal-like promises
urging my pining silhouette
to pirouette amongst crisp light
of Feng Shui chimes,
emanating a hibiscus harmony
composed from forget-me-not blues,
as twilight envelops
this canvas
in eucalyptus euphoria,
awakening pigments of peace
from a balmy palette of an artist
painting letters of love
in relentless red.
And as the moon slowly wanes,
leaving a starry reverie
embellished with emeralds,
I listen to the redolent rhymes
rippling with
unscripted solace,
like Van Gogh’s fields
flourishing with fragrant flowers,
amidst the angst veiled
between butterfly strokes
of citrine and lime green.
So let these metaphors
from my mellifluous muse,
be coated with neon stars,
as the mind heals
to the melody of melancholy~
my sweet e s c a p e
from poisoned vines
tangled around
amethyst anklets,
rustling with resonant refrains~
for here in this cathartic maze,
I’ve found an ethereal retreat~
soaked in elixirs
kissed by the
singing streaks of Luna.
I want to introduce you to the person I have become
Before my heart seals the entrance to my soul
A precautionary measure;
Catch this fleeting moment
Before I become numb
I look upon you
with
Indescribable mystery
Like paintings made ages before us
Anticipating
The kiss to consume all
Lips quivering and pointed towards your delicious mouth
Inebriated with euphoria, stumbling blindly
Anticipating
To delve into every cavity
Of your complexity
Petrified
Is my heart pure enough to match one as chaste as yours?
My trepidating heart
Shakes
Immeasurable against all of fantasies. I want to be desirable
Enough to startle you
a sharp intake of breathe
so my own exhalation can calmly continue
For so long
skeptical but now
Seeing myself through your eyes
Hidden beauties
That only you can guide me to
Realizing that true happiness
Is a journey
i'll take as many steps
as needed to get me to you
To show you my imperfections
Is courageous?
Valiant ?
I hold up the proverbial branch
Needing the assurances that like those ancient paintings we will last
Withstanding pressures of the external world
Yet
In spite of everything can considered even more beautiful
Evermore
I continue to reach my fingers towards your back to pull you closer
To feel your heart racing
Against my own
Finally understanding what they mean when two hearts
Are one.
Passé
But I don’t care
I love you
But that does not define me
I am the sighs from your lips as you slumber
I am the creases of your smile
I am the wind brushing against your hair
Soft like a downy pillow
Resting my head on your shoulder
protected
this is where I belong
at the end of
the day
What I am
Is nothing;
You can describe
I am
So in love
Im drowning in the idealism of amour!
basking in it
Why do we talk, the words we speak only mock.
like a parent she's harsh and informative.
Like a kid he's careless, and calm with inane childish mannerisms
Opposites attract they say, yet reality claims they pull away.
They both trekked the odyssey innocent young and without thought
Why do they speak, when the words only mock.
Why are they together when not high they're angry and bitter
o.c.d she's fastidious in every aspect of life.
Unkempt he's never organized his feelings he hides
His friends in awe of her as they unravel together.
They both ignored the rumors and gossip agreeing that others opinions matter not.
Why are they together when not high they're angry and bitter.
Why this? Why that? Everyone wants answers.
Knowing all seems proactive, but be careful known to be negative.
with knowing all you'd be prepared also unintentionally killing surprise.
No euphoria can be felt no tree on christmas life would become dull.
Why This? Why that? Do we truly want answers to every question asked?
The dulcet night veneers my heart’s horizon with sparkles,
spreads the starlit tinges of my timeless yearning,
paints a golden garden blooming with the luster of my love,
unfurls the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adore.
The patina of radiant rose flushes your cherubic cheeks,
glitters with the grandeur of resplendent diamonds of dew,
rhapsody ripples in the mesmeric meadow of my mind,
my heart feels your allure, in the ether of euphoria I float.
In the vivacious vale of mind contoured by your charm,
as I carve an ardent conduit of longing to reach you,
the fervent stardust of my craving surges in a torrent,
makes my love for you a cascading stellar stream, I swim.
Pulled by the current of your charismatic magnetism,
my possessed passion sails to the moonlit bay of bliss,
where your love weaves the constellation lattice in my sky,
with its sequins I compose a lyric for you, written in the stars.
…
PASSION OF LOVE
Red is the color of love
Red smacks of passion
Passion pumps through the veins
Passion froths with emotion
Emotion graces hugs and kisses
Emotion embraces with eyes
Eyes that see deep into your soul
Eyes that color your world
World so warm
World of grace
Grace of tender loving care
Grace so beautiful
Beautiful cornflower skies
Beautiful magenta sunsets
Sunsets where we hold hands
Sunsets that brim with surprise
Surprise with tinkling flutes
Surprise with signature rings
Rings of promise
Rings of lifetime
Lifetime of togetherness
Lifetime of yada
Yada constructed each day
Yada is to intimately know
Know as if drinking your soul
Know each inch of your flesh
Flesh from head to toe
Flesh that blushes full ******
****** of release
****** of euphoria
Euphoria that lingers
Euphoria that must be maintained
Maintained through good and bad
Maintained with ample breath
Breath of kisses
Breath through ups and downs
Downs draw us apart
Downs draw us closer
Closer to your heart
Closer to eternity
Eternity brings ultimate pleasure
Eternity from youth to old age
Age does not divide love
Age kindles what it preserves
Preserves like delectable fruit
Preserves eternal bond
Bond of Love
Bond of marriage
Marriage
Love
~
1/25/2017
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."
E.E. Cummings
Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night,
beckoning ivory pearls to weave patterns of astral flames.
Charm of the crescent moon glowed in a golden gem tinge,
dazzling in divine desires, devoted to admirers of starlit destinies.
Enamoured, we embraced, consoling under coral constellations,
forgetting fears, promising to forever remain as cosmic lanterns.
Galactic fires of euphoria, blazed celestial candles into dripping wax,
hushing horizons into a heavenly haven of honeysuckle hope.
Intoxicated inside fireworks of ethereal lights, dancing on clouds,
jasmine jubilance filled the air, as shy silver sparks slipped away.
Kindled spirits like nocturnal diamonds yearned to be eternal
lovers of luminescent lullabies lingering inside opalescent orbs.
Magnetism of moonlight melodies are enchanting, but ephemeral,
nothing lasts forever, so at dawn with the arrival of a nightingale
orchestra, our obsession of obeisance withered like an orchid obituary.
Pastel passions of our paramour portrait discoloured with daylight dew,
quivering in nature's quiet quarantine of quintessence slumber.
Radiant rays only offered reflections of regret and rejection, as,
sorrows of sunflowers in winter winds shattered my hourglass heart.
These tribulations torment my tired soul, like a refugee of romance.
Unstable, under an umber universe, I've become an uncherished
verse in a voiceless vocabulary, no longer vibrant nor valued.
Wilting in the wilderness without your wisteria whispers, wounds in
xanthous tumours, hidden behind a veil of Xanadu metaphors,
yearn to heal from yesterdays, where your touch softened my burdens.
Zest of your zealotry is engraved in echoes of my zephyr heartbeats.
The sparkling dawn suffused my heart’s horizon,
spreading the sunburst colors of eternal yearning,
painted a divine garden blooming with my love,
unfurling the facsimile of your florid astral face,
I adored.
The patina of radiant rose flushed your tender cheeks,
glittering with the grandeur of chromatic pearly dew,
rhapsody rippled in the mesmeric meadow of my heart,
as you became mine I floated in the air of euphoria,
I treasured.
In the delightful vale of mind contoured by romance
I carved an ardent channel of longing to reach you,
the fervid cloud of my craving melted in a torrent,
making my boundless love for you a cascading river,
I swam.
Flowing with the current of your charismatic allure,
my avid ardor sailed to the moonshine bay of bliss,
where my love weaved the lattice of stars in your sky,
in my enthralled heart the enchanting tinsels glistened,
I preserved.
January 3, 2022
Contest : Be Mine
Sponsor : Regina McIntosh