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To kiss your eyes with mine, my eyelids lift
And find emotions rise, in flickering trace
Warm and flameless fires smolder with their gift
To capture heartfelt needs from their embrace
We will sigh as our lover's eyes unite
To drift away in a silent tether
Hands held tenderly, as our hearts hold tight
So our dreams and wishes dance together
We'll cross unmeasured distance in-between
And drink from lover's orbs amorous wine
To share a kiss so deep in time serene
Our flame fed souls burn as the eyes entwine
The only sacred space where love concedes
When it melts the eyes with its flaming needs
7/7/17 contest The Eyes have it
She was the white horse of the Himalayas
Purity Smolder of flameless skies
Then, chains of conquest -
A half-century of human Inhibition
The Neophyte's arrogance of consumption
Would Flounder to stain and slay the wind
Her Dolorous pinnacle lies, littered with
Debris dense Lecherous ego
Immaculate essence siphoned
In the name of
Vainglorious Bombast
For sanctity, for healing, for reverence
Let Everest rest, in Providence.
5/31/19
For Eight Word Free Verse Challenge contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Required Words: Smolder, Inhibition, Neophyte, Flounder, Dolorous, Lecherous, Bombast, Providence.
Oh, to know the whimsy of one’s heart
To track with line and graph each fit and start
To share its blooming beauty with but one
To watch it sadly weep in setting sun
And rise again in beauty self-renewed
The fervor of its passion now subdued
As noon calls forth the heat of flameless dreams
Its shadows disappear ‘mid loving’s schemes
Oh, heart, oh tarnished sword of loving’s plight
Would thou deny the heart its right to fight
To sally forth beneath its healing scars
To view them as the moon’s companion stars
Stand fast and hurl love’s gauntlet at the dark
For love is not the fire but its spark
Beware the Fireworks of Joy
It’s 9:30am
It’s Saturday
The winds of time have changed
Smoke is obscuring the future
Of a nation of dreamers.
Nightfall is lost.
In a darkness of righteous rhetoric
Toothless dragons spewing flameless fire
Exhale the remains of previous failures
In noxious nuances of hope’s lunacy.
Daybreak is muted in the gray pall
Of hatred’s hangover
Coating the pond in anger’s angst
Banning the flight of migratory species
Coating the lily pads in distant dust.
Time is meaningless to those
Who speak of “when”
For past and present are
And are not. And yet
They must be joined
By the now, in the now,
Or they will be condemned
To a never changing present.
Science has proved
And disproved itself
Erred in its “infallible” wisdom
Swept the detritus of its denial
Into the graveyards and landfills
While claiming innocence and immunity.
Beware the fireworks of joy
For they may ignite
The spark of a rebellion.
John G. Lawless
©5/1/2021
i'm talking world war three blues
and how the baubles resemble the planet neptune
one kid has trashed the grotto
flameless LED tea light candles on the mantlepiece
another exclaims, 'can we stop talking and just take
the photo?'
a girl says she wants a telescope
a boy says he wants a crane
another says a fraggle stick car
helicopter parent and coo coo bonko
my daughter doesn't recognise me
tears of a clown stuff
a kid claims the beard is fake and i say, 'look...',
i tell a family from germany
we can take a hundred photos, i don't mind,
i will get the son that red double-decker bus
you're wonderful people
they leave
the boss pokes his head round the door and says,
'brilliant, boy.'
The Scent of Water
The air is dry, bone-dust dry,
carrying the odor of despair,
shimmering in its pseudo sky
dreams of what was never there.
Eyes, dry-crusted, cannot discern,
delusion seems the kinder fate
when all is lost in flameless burn
the scent of water come too late.
Tongues in mime-like motion seek
brief sustenance of drying dew
none are strong, none are weak,
none too many, none too few.
Waiting on that unfelt touch
amid the false – and true
nature’s subtle stroke of brush
the scent of water - overdue.
For Faye Gibson contest
“The Scent of Water”
7/6/2014
I tell myself I do it for the birds.
They gather together
around flameless fires
feeding on warmth’s memory,
chattering amid the blowing leaves,
feathers puffed against the cold.
Their beauty undimmed by the
stark dark and light of barrenness
their songs no less beautiful
in the echoless emptiness,
their presence – undiminished.
Quietly, I leave a gift,
mixed seed to welcome all
sustenance to those who share
a loneliness in winter,
a scarcity of caring
the fading heat of flameless fires.
I tell myself I do it for the birds.
10/18/2015
submitted to – For the Birds – poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen