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I want to write about skies so blue that every square of heaven sighs
I want to pen about flowers and trees and little scurrying rabbits too
Down in the meadows I will lay my head and invent stories for you
Poem after poem sharing dreams and hopes while scrying the skies
I want you to imagine the flavor of my peach by the noon day sun
I want to share the incensed room of my aspire when dusk is done
Up on the hills where the emerald grass glistens with fulgent dew
while the epigraphs of my mental etchings sit here waiting for you
I want you to be you and I want me to be me so we can both be free
to share our joys and pains and know that we are human, equally
I want to write about a sky so blue, that every square of heaven sighs
poem after poem I will write about everything that grows and flies.
July 14, 2022
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8
Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.
Black woman proud woman
Your pride is not haughty
But a humble pride of eaglets;
Your black eyes are so glittering
As the eyes of our dark rivers
Filled with messages of peace
That banish the broody turmoil
From those panting hearts
Of your foreigned offsprings.
Gentle mother diligent mother
Your kindness kindles the fires
Of my heart –
Your dexterity dresses
The table of our ageless history
And the thought of your being
– Oh kind mother! –
Makes the most delicious menu
For my heart.
I remember your naked feet
Fast and fair as a pigeon’s limbs
Treading the invisible paths
Almost covered by shrubs
Small shrubs misted by the prime mist.
I remember the wood from the wood
The water from the water
And manifold items from jungle alleys
Borne by your delicate hands
And upon your soft black-haired head.
I remember the constant match
To markets and to farms
And your bright face smeared with
The ash dust
Making you more beautiful
Than any woman whose feet
Ever touched the naked earth.
I remember those burdens
Upon your cheerful kin-souls
And babies strapped to your backs
Babes full of unspoken words
To unborn others in patient wombs
Waiting in an endless turn –
Indeed, mother is dove!
A black dove and a dark huntress
A hunter’s gift from the maker?
Mother is like a weaver-bird
Building a big foot-like nest
Filled with corn and warmth
A bundle of eagle-flight
Mother is dove
And the hunter calls her
The clan’s eternal dove.
Oh, mother loving woman
Gentle as our black horizon
To you we humbly come
From these far and lonely lands
Hoping to grace our love and beauty
Before that jealous grave
Makes her temporary feast.
The fulgent grace of your soul dazzles.
A tenuous foothold of a fragile love.
How could you love me so ardently?
Consider me treacherous and dreary.
A fierce fire burns my soul.
A life unquiet, never submissive.
Your gentle placid nature shines.
Quietly you ask: "Why do you love me?"
I hedge, cough, lower my head,
And retort: "How do you love me?"
She is sage, subtle and shrewd.
"As much as you allow me to."
My heart will wear the heaviness for years.
In lady like manner, she leaves,
never looks back, tall and graceful,
she walks down the main street
like a grand dame, much to my regret.
I deserve no better until I learn
the meaning of true love.
"Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." (John 20:29)
THE BLIND GIRL
(painting by JOHN EVERETT MILLAIS)
Let me lean into the light
feel the fulgent sun on my face
I came here to rest
for some time
before I go asking for alms again
They say we sing well
we sync well too
my sister and I
She's hiding inside my shawl
safe from all sorrows and stress
She says the sun is 'blinding'
To her maybe
As for me, it caresses and nuzzles
in a way nothing else can
The Spring breeze brushes me
as I fondle that sweet grass
Sometimes I grow 'green'
because I can't admire God's beauty
like you
but here, in the silence
I find peace
She says she can see
a double rainbow
I can feel its brilliant glow
The rain is past
and so is the darkness
It's time for the Sol
time for my soul to rise
Oh! Something stills me
A butterfly alights!
I am moved beyond words ~
A miraculous sign beyond sight
I clasp her hands closely
we're going to Winchelsea
with our concertina and chorus
"Pity the Blind"
But right now, right here
no one should pity me
I am sparkling with hope
the Light has found me
We're joyful together
We'll face any weather
As the cattle graze
and birds gather grains
'Forget-me-not'
Forget us not
We're here to leave an important imprint
an impactful impression
We ask and receive
daily divine blessings
Now, we can go on gospelling
dispelling fears through our hymns
The shimmer after the shower
refreshes and revives
Joy is found here
beneath the sun
beneath the rainbows
Love is where 'Light' is...
Withered meadows of yesteryears ache, recalling memories forlorn,
As discords of then mourn, assailing vibes of now, emotions torn;
Yet I believe, love would have still vouched~ together we belong,
If only you knew, how to strum, sensuous rhythms of our love-song.
Gracing my embrace, lovingly you caress, my jilted sleepless night,
And on every dawning horizon, you still are, the halo of my delight;
As I believe, episode of love, would always write a lovesome theme,
If only you knew, you have long been, epitome of my romantic dream.
You bedazzle my memory, beaming grin of an enamored glance,
Being my Cinderella, avowing to rekindle fairy-tale of romance;
As I believe, you would still be the music, pulses-cadent impart,
If only you knew, you are the seductress, plucking strings of my heart.
In realms of desires, chasing bliss of your love, my passions call-out,
When you are in amorous cuddle, hypnotized by grip of fervent clout;
As earnestly I believe, you would love me still, even from miles afar,
If only you knew, you have been my aura, my fulgent northern-star.
Birds that always sung for you, serenade you, lauding your name,
Spurred by fond recollections, applauding memoirs of love’s acclaim;
And I believe, words unsaid would not be uttering, a sigh of regret,
If only you knew, love we shared, pledges eternal shall never forget.
Written: September 2nd, 2025, for Contest Sponsored By Rob Carmack
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You touched me with a selfish grace—
a twist of tenderness,
a lover’s rage wrapped in rubicund silk.
We were prolific in our undoing,
a clamor of glamor and grit,
gargling truth through voracious nights
while Asteria watched,
her eyes full of truthful stars.
I spat your name into the noosphere,
where dreams go to die or be reborn.
You were my doppelgänger ache,
my endogenous flame,
the replica of every archetype
I tried to reject.
We danced in the penumbra of joy,
each step a pastiche of pulchritude and pain.
You, emulous in your appetency,
me, entranced with the miraculous ache
of wanting more than the sum of us.
I tried to winnow wisdom
from the sage’s vade mecum,
but found only flapdoodle and nephrology—
diagnoses of hearts too full to beat clean.
We were consanguineous in our chaos,
a fulgent maelstrom of want and war.
You regaled me with your Icarian truths,
then shattered our quietude
with a jussive whisper.
I grokked your slipshod love,
your generous lies,
your sylphlike exits.
Now I sojourn in the aftermath,
a flaneur of our layered past,
resiling from the squalor of memory
with the pertinacity of a yokel
who believes even nonsense
can be fertile.
Joy becomes the reward—
not of peace,
but of surviving the twist,
the grabble,
the glamor,
the grief.
Our flirtatious glances were as rosebuds in Spring
Infatuation blossomed into confessions of love
LOVE: such a fragile emotion, a rather delicate thing
We bloomed profusely in Summer's fulgent heat
His touch as soft as the velvet of my crimson petals
We swayed in gentle breezes, content and replete
On warm, sun kissed days and long sultry nights
His parted lips tasted far sweeter than raw honey
We savored each moment of exquisite delight
In Elysian fields we lingered by Summer's end
Romance, the nectar of our paradisial passion
But in our arbored garden, I felt him bend
With Autumn approaching, the air grew chill
There was a sense of fading and withering within
A petal fell and my world seemed to stand still
Our bloom lost its luster, its fragrant floral scent
I languished in pathos as my lover turned away
Feeling the agony of loss, I drooped, head bent
No longer did I feel the warmth of the sun
Inside my weary veins no tenderness remained
The beginning of my demise had sorrowfully begun
Love became a memory in Winter's frigid mist
Tears spilled like drops of mourning dew
Snowflakes touched my lips, once tenderly kissed
I became a frozen blossom, standing on my own
Icebound in time ~ once loved, forsaken and alone
My season of life and love was tragically windblown
Pierced by the thorn that once protected my heart,
I have no interest to awaken in the thawing of Spring
for love died and wretched regret has torn me apart
knowing...
if stars should fade when I'm with you
and darkness reigns in midnight blue
I would croon while we rendezvous
sultry lyrics in your ear...
love songs of a balladeer
whispers fondling your neck and face
caressing each exotic place
'til breathless in my warm embrace
there's teasing with finger tips
and tasting from parted lips
our passion stirs without disguise
your need escapes in moans and sighs
I kiss the lids of your closed eyes
there's beauty found in the dark...
when a kiss ignites a spark
our tongues entwine like flames of fire
for want of more, we both conspire
carnal fervor transcends desire
both yearning to sate this thirst...
ardor nearing a cloudburst
in night's gloaming, we were discreet
fulgent beauty, tryst in retreat
love evidenced with each heartbeat
dazzling hours of sweet torment...
in shadows our time was spent
sweet torment... in shadows
Stiff, stifling, arid air: snakes, lizards, sand,
and cactus. Scorched red rocks and baking skin.
My canteen empty in a barren land -
my romance landscape till first love walked in.
One summer evening under moon's cool beam,
the desert's xeric heat no longer cursed.
Lazing with friends. A pool... in walked my dream.
First glance: a tall, cool drink to slake all thirst.
Then as her eyes met mine, my blood ran warm.
My hand touched hers; both temp and pulse were raised.
In time, slow dancing - two bodies conform,
and with that first kiss, fulgent flames soon blazed.
The desert heat from which I'd just emerged
blithely returned, as first love's swelter surged.
Rooted on a moss-banked hill,
its branches spread far and wide.
By Summer's end, leaves veined gold and crimson.
Then, Autumn’s hand brushed them with russet paint.
Twas the time of year the elm tree despised.
Wind ruffled in their last days,
leaves danced as if burning flames,
until gales sent them tumbling to the ground.
Barren, as though in malaise, the elm stood.
Blame was cast upon harsh Winter weather.
Weeping for its naked limbs,
on a moss-banked hill it grieved.
For the change of season, it held loathing
and contempt for Nature's wrongful doing.
For surrounding its roots with drifts of snow
But on cusp of Spring's advent
tiny buddings will appear.
Branches will be clothed in fulgent raiment,
an umbrella agape, providing shade
for trilling songbirds in need of perching.
Reigning from atop the hill,
Ancient elm, regally frocked.