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Written: January 26, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Sara Jama
Quote by Geoffrey Chaucer "Time and tide wait for no man,"
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Time, a poltergeist whisper
slipping through the cracks
Moments shimmer
akin to Petunia petals aloft,
a hypnotic dance —
ephemeral yet priceless.
Time waits for no one;
haven't you felt its rush?
Time waits for no one —
It simply drifts away.
With each tick, clocks transform
into the fabric of history—
you seize fleeting seconds
as if they could stretch forever.
Wilted Orchids echo
forgotten dreams,
pulled by unseen forces
upon a canvas of memories.
Each speck of time,
a mason's chipped work.
Harmonic motions dim
in the palms of eternity;
calming breezes frown
upon autumn’s sunlit glow.
No one halts time—it surges on!
It speeds faster than a blink.
Nostalgia weaves itself
around crystal vessels,
while moonflower garlands
bloom amid hazy dreams.
Tattletale smiles escape
into hollow nights—
a foggy embrace
filled with haunting whispers and grins.
Tulips muted bluish—gray
etch their tale in time’s shore.
Embrace winter’s trudge
and find solace unvexed:
surf through waves of magic
knowing love beams bright.
Galumph through life
daring despite harsh fates:
vagabond dreams vaudeville
within flummoxed hearts;
a rainbow palette spreads
beneath a hammock sky.
No matter what, it lies ahead.
After passing, it's futile to cling on.
Desolation puckers beneath
the glistening dew decline,
an abyss where bleeding
wrists are fodder for worms.
A sycophantic squire crafts
kismet kernels stripped—
flesh ripped by careless slips,
losing grip on whispers;
breaths juggle surly skies,
sharp as bleak thorns.
From cradle to grave,
We've learned —
that time is wealth
we must cherish.
Darkness veils endless roads,
plummeting in twilight throes.
tangled fears mimic
Dionysus amphetamine highs—
brimstone offers esoteric solace
that straddles the magnetic edge.
Whispers eviscerate as they swirl,
amber kisses across fallen stars.
Crocuses bloom in purple
while goldfinch trill
yellow celandine riddles.
Employ your edge before it fades.
Everyone longs for plenty of time.
You can't carry time with you
money cannot reclaim lost time.
There was a shouting in town, everyone was saying
Be careful all the ladies ,The trader of love is coming to our city
He'll knock the door of every house But keep the lock on
Once you see him in the eye, inevitable is leaving his sight
The guy:
I AM a magician a magician
most charming of lovers
I take a heart and give one in return
I am the person who trade in love
I won the game of hearts by losing my own
Whatever people say about me is fallacious
I don't do seduction neither before taking heart I ask for permission
I am a magicain A magician, I have the magic of love
The girl who fall in love:
My heart was lonely
You played the game of love so beautifully
That I often lie awake all night long
My heart my brain everything is bewilder
Since the moment you have crossed my path
O magician of Love, O magician of love
With your games you have conquered my heart
Now after stealing my peace, my heart and my sleep
Don't you go anywhere with all these things
Why you tantalize me by coming in my dreams
Making me plunge in air but reality turning into grief
My heart is yours, so come in these arms
O white women, my lover is different
He's a white man, the best in millions
His hairs are as blonde as pieces of gold
His eyes are as that of dove, wash by milk and full of love
His lips are like scarlet and lillies, his cheeks as red as rose
Are you really so beautiful or is it an illusion
O tell me na, you are a magician, a magician
Through the way of my eyes, you enter the path to my heart
Just like the serpent of Eden, you have stuck me in vortex
By showing the desire of love, you have made me a lover
The girls are now curious whether you'll stay or not
I am mad in your love, have mercy on my condition
Show me your magic, O magician O Magician
And the guy replied I am a magician a magician
The most charming amongst lovers
I can eviscerate your heart in seconds
And your senses will be finish,
The only thing you'll do shall be to love me
Don't you dare think me wrong
I have written your name on my heart's wall
Keep your carriage ready, your veil on
Any second I am coming to take you home
Just wait a few day, don't worry about my reputation
I am different now I am a magicain a magician,
50 lines
For the contest"8 Word Challenge"
Sponsor"John Green"
Oh, this life has pierced my soul many times,
thrust me into bottomless pits;
impaled and bleeding- this girl has plummeted down,
falling, tumbling, immersed 'til I am sinking.
Life has thrown the dagger,
the plunge is deep.
Oh, death has left me so gutted and lost,
I have wept forlorn and grieving;
have asked why, why has this destiny been written,
I want an eraser- I will change my own fate.
Why life must you always,
eviscerate.
Oh, life sometimes you have sent me adrift,
sent me on journey's misleading;
given me false, flawed and corrupt information,
erroneous- leaving me hallucinating.
Life you have given facts
so fallacious.
Oh, life you have left me in a whirlwind,
on swirling, twisting gauzy threads;
but instead of down I am spiraling on up,
there is this cyclone- in the mazes of my mind.
I hold a tendril in,
a vortex twirl.
Oh, life amaze and show me the beauty,
tease me with the puzzle of you;
rattle, ruffle, and entangle your mystery,
this girl- is ready to be bemused and bedazzled.
Life I am awestruck,
bewilder me.
Oh, life I have this great thirsty yearning,
do not torture and torment me;
for I want only to enchant you with my charm.
I forgive you for the bottomless pit journey.
Life I am in the mood,
to tantalize.
Oh, life you may find me an odd, weird girl,
I like things just a tad bizarre;
yes I can be strange and a little eccentric,
for example- I like wearing old vintage clothes.
Life I am questioning,
and curious.
Oh, life make me a sweet crimson flower,
flame-colored deep in a garden;
dress me up in fury and flaming red petals,
I wish to be- a fallen lady just growing.
Life make me a beauty,
dressed in scarlet.
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June 14, 2018
Poetry/Verse/The Dagger of Life
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1030-996-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Eight Word Challenge 7
sponsor, John Hamilton
First Place
TRAUMA BAY
Of true evil, I’d had barely a peek
But this day would be an education
A full immersion in the fetid reek
The foul depths of his soul’s violation.
Indescribable draining sensation,
It leveled its shoulder, knocked out my wind
Stop spinning room, dig deep, began again.
Although miles away we were from the crime
We felt the direct impact on our hearts
His trigger pulls pierced many souls each time,
Bodies punctured, shrouded, lives torn in parts.
Shock waves broke spirits, families apart.
It was his ghoulish realm made manifest,
Backwards kingdom of delusion, unrest.
CHAOS
United by our common urgency
The fair-skinned devil in our own backyard
Morphed into citywide emergency
A distress call radiated outward
The nation slowly turned its eyes southward
Our easiest, natural reaction
Find the inner sword, and gird for action
JANE 1
A loving deed, rare and touching to all
Warm, kindly neighbor from across the street
Taking her friend, the senator to call
Sweetness like yours, I would cherish to meet
Just not with your blood pouring on my feet.
Half whisper, half gasp, you told me your name
“Ma'am, we’ll take good care of you.” Heart aflame.
JANE 2
A still form on the gurney, lying there
Soul dangling on the thinnest thread of life
Crusted crimson stain in her ruffled hair
The same height, same build, same age as my wife
Eviscerate me, invisible knife
CAT scan on the screen revealed the damage
Twisted anatomy, bullet ravaged
HEROISM
Between heroism and everyday strides
A simple matter that we were prepared
The gulf, in reality, not so wide
The tools and skills we wielded, not so rare,
A thousand heroes happened to be there.
Yet together we formed a solid wall
Resolute warriors answered the call
But of heroism, one thing we did learn
Between appearance and reality
The public laurels that a few did earn
Oft unaligned with actuality
How image misconstrues causality
Media promulgated story lines
Have so many false agendas behind
The convenient plot lines of journalists
Tales of what has supposedly been
So little to do with real turns and twists
Tangential resemblance to the blue screen
The actual truth of all I have seen
Yet all the falsehood cannot steal the pride
The fated day's true heroes hold inside
4/5/16
The Protraction of the Epiphany
Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject
Wellsprings of artificial truth and humour
Hells things accumulate with the modern day consumer
A year in the jungle with the rare black Asian Pumas
A fear and a rumble of a growing brain tumour
Excerpts of illumination beaming out through a crowd
Concerts of contamination leaning forward and loud
An old hearse of consecration screaming lines of the Proud
A written verse of invitation about what is sworn and vowed
Desert storms inland from the sea
Crescent forms of moonlight that shine down upon me
Elegant storms of starlight that are too bright to even see
Decadent norms shed for what’s right as you embolden the free
Elevated insights into the passages of time
Nominated fights about the ravages of crime
Consecrated rights about the rhythm of a rhyme
Ill-created sights as we look to the night for a sign
Refine the moment before you descend from your throne
Define who owns it as humanity leaves you alone
Confine who clones it before it hijacks all of your homes
Incline to hone it before the Queen turns to stone
Perpetuate the intimate and sign up for the next sequel
Commiserate the consulate before human rights become the prequel
Eviscerate then integrate as you shout about it from the steeple
Amalgamate then consecrate the water for the people
Divide the notion of partial responsibility
Inside the ocean of martial comparability
Apply the lotion of spatial inter generational exclusivity
Collide the sojourns of musical improvisational proclivity
Allow your sorrow to rise up and purge from your system
Now you follow the size of your urge to demystify him
How tomorrow through the eyes of your words make you thin
Bow to the borrowed lies of the absurd man with a grin
What comprises the ultimate act of integrity?
Hot suprises to formulate the exacts of berevity
Not decided to promulgate the contraction of longevity
Of the insiders I consummate the protraction of the epiphany
The End Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz
"Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place"
when darkness came
the remaining,
those beautiful
transingularity
neo-automatons,
imbued with dark matters
running through the wired
dendrites of their splintered brain,
where implanted, the voices
of the neo-god speaks
instructing those
voluptuous and fresh
criminal bodies
calling the hungry
and wanton in, like magnets -
the soft sell was easy.
all hard served, fast and slick.
at first visceral, then,
it was deemed
the intellect wasn’t
necessary -
the new sensual feeling,
bodies and mind
caressed by a
small Neuralink RFID.
like snow white
encased in silicate glass,
for a while asleep, when
turned on, very much
awake.
some called it,
the great gambling chip;
flashing light signals
heavy free energy sitting
on malleable shoulders
that danced wars robotic,
puppets chained and pulled
like walking torture chambers,
loaded cartridges spinning
metal hearts cloned to ignite
like atomic bombs kissing
seconds to midnight.
clockwork armies
were laid bare
by the fire behind
eyes alone, sharp knives
like lasers eviscerate
those transfixed to
a new state of -
"Behold
I am come
Home";
they all eventually
implode to the
nowhere place.
only Love injected
into what exists soulless
half djinn in that desolate
between worlds place,
with a kiss, passed on the
voiceless tongue,
the tablets, wafer thin,
now like Moses speak -
a new ecstasy
melting the monochrome
back to barely human
on their pronoun knees.
targets sometimes
could be saved
before the strangest
Winter arrived
in the underworld,
its new revolution -
revelations raging
in the time of the
chromatic wasting,
chronicles of the unsaved
walking on water
in the between worlds place
the children of Lot
lost in the grips
of the new world
that dreadful
dimensionless
judgement domain
forever in
episcop-alien
glitch
on repeat
repeat
repeat
repeat
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"We live dangerous lives
We have the power of will
We turn logic around
We feed the engine of change"
Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality
A botanical canopy of human emotion
The preservation of the wildlife inside the ocean
A consecration of sacred vows that culminate your devotion
The invitation to contemplate as you consider abstract notions
Turquoise reflections beneath an enlightened sky
The pain of the dejections that protected you from a lie
The rain clouds of perception that pierce your heart to make you cry
The unbelievable interjections of thought that constantly question why
Supernatural gifts pushing the boundaries of what we know
Factual shifts in how we represent the information we want on show
A lover lifts his head in the melted light of the afterglow
A state of constant dread as we interrupt the natural flow
Firmaments of shimmering beauty raining down from a sunlit morning
Wonderments of time unfolding before your eyes as a vision is forming
Achievements of unheard of refine only to serve as a constant warning
Of the imminent decline we’re facing when confronted with Global Warming
Divisive opinions colliding on the parliamentary floor
Incisive decisions deriding as we wonder what all this conflict is really for?
Indecisive teenagers contriving their image while they’re constantly seeking more
Derisive divisions forming at the Presidents front door
A culmination of considerations that challenge the status quo
An invocation of alliteration as we express more than we think we know
A consummation of deliberation as we form conclusions that just won’t go
A formation of imitations as we reveere those who rose above the low
Don’t perpetuate the societal state of heirarchical exclusion
Or deliberate on what we venerate to reduce the mass confusion
While we consummate the virtues we rate that break through the universal delusion
We invigorate the fierce debate that seeks to eviscerate illusion
Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality
A botanical canopy of human emotion
The preservation of the wildlife inside the ocean
A consecration of sacred vows that culminate your devotion
The invitation to contemplate as you consider abstract notions
Turquoise reflections beneath an enlightened sky
The pain of the dejections that protected you from a lie
The rain clouds of perception that pierce your heart to make you cry
The unbelievable interjections of thought that constantly question why
Supernatural gifts pushing the boundaries of what we know
Factual shifts in how we represent the information we want on show
A lover lifts his head in the melted light of the afterglow
A state of constant dread as we interrupt the natural flow
Firmaments of shimmering beauty raining down from a sunlit morning
Wonderments of time unfolding before your eyes as a vision is forming
Achievements of unheard of refine only to serve as a constant warning
Of the imminent decline we’re facing when confronted with Global Warming
Divisive opinions colliding on the parliamentary floor
Incisive decisions deriding as we wonder what all this conflict is really for?
Indecisive teenagers contriving their image while they’re constantly seeking more
Derisive divisions forming at the Presidents front door
A culmination of considerations that challenge the status quo
An invocation of alliteration as we express more than we think we know
A consummation of deliberation as we form conclusions that just won’t go
A formation of imitations as we reveere those who rose above the low
Don’t perpetuate the societal state of heirarchical exclusion
Or deliberate on what we venerate to reduce the mass confusion
While we consummate the virtues we rate that break through the universal delusion
We invigorate the fierce debate that seeks to eviscerate illusion
I wander down a cobbled street,
sodden from rain, heckled by whispers
revealing secrets on this blustery night.
They bewilder me in a surge of confusion
far beyond the juncture of cursory fright.
If this is collusion to drive me insane,
I beg deliverence from their echoing disdain;
Are these callous voices reality or delusion,
taunting me to plunge into depths of despair?
There is no hope of suturing my wounds,
or to eviscerate my harrowed heart.
If I could expunge them from my mind
would that ease the grief caused by the thief
who's bent on ripping my life apart?
Whispers are spilling from invisible lips.
How they tantalize me with false accusation.
My emotions are bereaved by the goading quips.
It's a conceived conspiracy of fallacious blather,
repeatedly mocking me in condemnation.
They've branded me with hot tongues they wield,
burning scars in my ears. Chars that will not heal.
If only I could douse memory's flames. I'm curious
to know if doing so would eliminate this torment.
My body is beaten, slashed by blades of driving rain.
Like shards of glass each raindrop cuts
my skin until blood seeps from the crux of my soul
and life drips away in scarlet flux.
I am wracked with sobs, prostrate with weeping.
And still the hissing voices berate me.
My head is pounding from their petition of jeers.
but I've no confession to give, nor act of contrition.
"Not guilty," I scream, but they won't let me be.
A vortex eddies around my bare feet
and my breathing grows shallow as whispers fade.
Dawn's warm fingers reach out to comfort me,
breaching the darkness on a cobble stone street.
June 25, 2018
8 word challenge-1.Fallacious 2.Eviscerate 3. Curious
4. Bewilder 5. Plunge 6. Tantalize 7. Vortex 8. Scarlet
John Hamilton~host
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Music of Love
On cloudless, starry, starry nights,
you sit on your moonlit patio,
under the cool canopy of Royal Poinciana trees
showing-off their flamboyant scarlet petals.
Cradling your beloved cello between your legs,
you plunge into a vortex of musical love.
Skillfully drawing your bow, you fine-tune her;
testing for perfect fifths, you arouse her.
She thrills you with every expert caress
flowing from your fine, familiar fingertips,
so intimate, sensitive, and silky soft.
Tenderly titillating her, you bewilder
even the stars with your playing,
as the most melodic, harmonious music
breathlessly, seductively emanates from her soul…
more melodiously profound than the sweet,
nocturnal song of an amorous nightingale.
Together you two eviscerate the ills of the day
as you embrace her close to your heart,
plucking and stroking her sonorous strings.
An ardent lover, you tantalize her,
releasing a dulcet, celestial sonata
that causes even the passing breeze
to shimmer and quiver in jealous ecstasy.
Charmed, captivated, and curious,
as if sipping wine from the Holy Grail,
you thirst and hunger to delve and discover
the essence of her innermost secrets.
Lovingly romancing her with every touch,
she senses your love is not fallacious;
for like warm molasses, her music melts…
seeping into your brain, your heart, your very being.
And your soul passionately pulsates with the pure,
rhythmic melody of your cello’s divine voice.
06-17-2018
Contest: Eight Word Challenge – 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placement: 1st
8 Words:
Fallacious, Eviscerate, Curious, Bewilder, Plunge, Tantalize, Vortex, Scarlet