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SILENT HORIZON RETURNS THE MEMORIES
Flashes of lightning in your face gleamed
The smile I painted on my butterfly wing
Cascades of stream in your voice ringed
The music I created in my violin string.
On your dove eyes fell the full moon’s hue
The sparkle I sprinkled on my starry sky
In silver air the laced motif of your hair flew
On its tapestry I made my emotions lie.
Your touch the rising sun draped warmth in a flood
In delighted heart I swam blissfully in genial waters
In vibrant silence you showed your beautiful world
My dreams resonated in the rhythm of your colors.
In my winter twilight you departed with the setting sun
I now wait for the spring to arrive soon with your colors
Flying from horizon memories on the breeze would return
I would see you again smiling on the petals of the flowers.
Stardust of the blue night would define your presence
Your supple touch I would feel in the ripple of silence.
February 8, 2018.
Reveries, rain and stormy nights
Greying hues of poignant plights
Chocolate wraps like sweet caress,
Kiss the corners of my mess
Peeping stars from the veil above
My me, in me was still in love..
Lazy,
Hurt,
Lazily Hurt.
My boisterous soul had been wounded.
Beneath the shadow of my pain,
Were leaned and tangled amongst themselves
The Dark Woods Of my Being.
Far from the city streets,
Yet not from the city lights,I was.
As I leaned on the window sill,
And warned the Monsters of my Maze:
Dazzling Death
Had come to me, in search for a place to hide...
And so,
I had given my soul to the crumbling night,
For Dazzling Death,
Shone from within me since.
Sunny days' dominance dwelt,
My face, always radiance felt
Lurking crowds I would pretend,
Laughter, pleasure, bliss
All were there yet amiss.
Savvy, I felt the worried breeze,
Pleading me to be happy...
But I had vowed to Dazzling Death
Together we shall be,
Though my soul wanders where,
I do not know,
It is free without me.
If the Everyday Shakespeares of Rock
Like Algae, growing on my songs,
Had the novelty
They would say,
To the woman in the mirror
" ...Like a bee, she wore a sting,
Happy when, Ring-a-ding!
Weary eyes that gleamed on you,
Like a werewolf killing through..
But when she loved, The Heavens bereaved
Morons, here,there envied
For she meant to be the Lady of the Night.."
How fondly he recalls when doting moon stared
Blush of her radiant smile gleamed opaline skies
While cuddling stellar vibes love they declared
And embracing her allure he venerated his prize.
In womb of romantic night passions-grand aired
Exchanging fervent vows, longing dawn of sunrise,
When revealing prurience every intention bared
In rhapsodic titillation euphoric feelings surmise.
Alas! soon emotions hid—dispiritedly impaired
When blissful times saddened hearing her cries
As souls, deceptively beguiled, no longer cared,
Silence between them grew stoking sullen guise,
For rise of whimsical day, woefully unprepared,
Shadowed glamorous arc, deeming fate unwise,
And upon sanguine horizons stygian storms flared
As the pledges of forever, destiny chose to revise.
She pleaded to forget the love they once shared,
Its flame was extinguished by whim of disguise;
Dreams they dreamt could no longer be repaired
Once the spark of aspirations abandoned her eyes.
Suppressions of emotions left them bereft, unpaired,
As lovelorn inhibitions roared, to spell their demise
Exiting prized fervor, forsaking dreams unrepaired,
Trapping unrequited love-vibes where passion dies.
May 10, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Internal Inhibition
And the cemetery was
quite and intensely sullen;
a damp breeze blew
anticipating a cool rain...
an open gate led to a chapel.
Two marble angels stood
by the Gothic bronze door,
their looks were too somber;
and walking in I saw candles
burning beneath white skulls
stacked in piles like bricks.
The smell of wax from
the dripping candles
was of a different scent;
the brass cross gleamed
casting a shadow on
the oval floor made
of yellow and green
tiles resembling a mosaic.
Looking around, I discovered
more skulls on wooden shelves,
these had imprinted names
and looked down on the incognito
ones in self-pity and sadness.
I wondered why of such
a massive grave of skulls
without skeletons; a weird
sensation penetrated my
body getting steady chills.
I glanced across the opposite
wall and spotted a memorial
plaque with the deplorable words
" The final rest of decapitated
men who rose against
their king who washed
his hands in their blood. "
Horror and disgust pierced
my being, I reacted to
that appalling sign rushing
out of the darkening chapel;
and stepping outside of
that flickering chamber,
the crispiness of the morning
air filled my lungs with relief.
The surgeon had successfully removed his libido,
then had fed it to the hospital cat. Afterward,
a series of stuttering expeditions through mind-tunnels
condensed days into moments.
Corridors became tubes,
empty except for a memory of a pretty nurse,
hospital gowns and white bottoms
exposed like beluga whales.
She stood by an incinerator watching him,
flames licked at its open iron door.
The woman undressed
threw her uniform into the fire
then jumped naked into the flames.
Stepping out of the oven,
the nurse returned.
Her body now reduced to molten silver.
She gleamed fluidly.
He wanted to flow through her,
to mingle his pale carcass
with her pristine silver rivering.
Suddenly he understood.
"You're my libido!" He said.
She smiled acknowledgement.
"Do I need to enter the fire?"
"No, you need to find the cat." she replied.
He had forgotten. "Yes that damn cat!”
"Meanwhile" she continued,
"s**t into this bedpan."
COLOUR OF MY HEART
The shimmering sky slides on the blue sea
at the dreamy dawn in the sunburst hour,
the gilded waves break and spread tints on me
I follow your footprints filled with colour.
The foliage forms a flaming canvas,
multihued motif on it autumn weaves.
With the breeze bracing the dew's glint on grass
I trace your painted trail on rustling leaves.
Pink clouds dissolve at twilight's gleamed portal,
colours fall as melted rainbow shower
on blooming flowers, on their tinged petals
I sense your scent glide in the glowing air.
Searching you in flushing meadow I fly
with my heart turning into butterfly.
December 8, 2018
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
A man and woman on either side of a fence
For long strangers, once met by sheer chance
A spark of love was lit in an instance
Its flame was fanned through many a glance
And eventually got blazed into a hot romance
Until it was steadied through an alliance
Days and months flowed smooth in passionate romance
As man and wife they decided to live in perfect compliance
They often felt their minds go upbeat in a dance
Life breathed out a rare and sweet fragrance
And their faces always gleamed in bright radiance
They flitted like butterflies across life’s expanse
Over calm waters, they glided like a pair of swans
Around their future, they braided umpteen plans
There was always a spark of glitter in their glance
Never once they suspected any mischance
After a year, their love was tested through penance
Days slouched on without any parlance,
Until their life was couched in dumb silence.
In secret, they nursed many a grievance,
And saw each other with a vengeance.
This often took a turn of violence
From this bondage, they longed for riddance
And through a divorce, finally sought a deliverance!
( to be continued)
Sept.23.2022
Chapter. 1. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Matt Caliri
Night lifted the ebony shroud
from the hazy sky draped in cloud,
the ascent of dawn had begun
with the rise of shimmering sun,
golden shower drizzled with flair,
spreading crimson hue in the air,
radiance lighted the meadow
where the pearls of dew I saw glow.
Reflected flicker flushed my face,
my mind was filled with divine grace,
stream of my love started to spurt
as unbound flood within your heart,
cascade of enticing color
enwrapped you with fervent glamour,
like a flower abloom in spring
you gleamed with the tinge of yearning.
Beyond the calm edge of twilight,
moonbeam splash of mesmeric night
sprinkled silver tinsels on me,
my lured muse soared in reverie
on wings of rhythmic breeze to fly
beguiled in your star-studded sky,
with longing sheen flashing anew,
I composed a lyric for you.
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January 18, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line
Checked on PS Counter
Contest : C Form - Couplet
Sponsor : Constance La France
On the splendorous crown of my heart
shimmering in the cerulean night
you gleamed with the sequins of moon.
I tried to feel your sapphire touch,
but you glided away out of my sight,
across my sky I had carved for you.
In the verdant vale of my cascading heart
your footprints traced a turquoise trail.
As I walked on the deserted garden path
I discerned the remains of my love glow
in the mesmeric embrace of the moon dust,
drizzling with the patina of your grace.
From the darkened edge of the stilled night
storm clouds surged with thunders of strife,
splintered my sky of convoluted dreams.
From beneath the dispersed debris of despair
I gathered the fragments of my broken heart.
When you returned to my yearning sky
these turned into stars sprouting one by one,
bejeweled by your moonbeam lattice.
I configured my heart a crystal constellation,
wreathing an astral garland to embrace you.
Written : January 17, 2020
February 19, 2020
Contest : Strand Select U, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Every age
is a nursery for afterthoughts.
I am a wardrobe for naked shelves,
naked hips and joints,
naked space. Behind me
old clothes slung on a chair,
nylon clouds, woolen hills
all only partly filled,
partly lived in.
I call them ‘togs.’
my togs once used to dance
around gyrating girls
on floors that gleamed shiny
as new spun silk,
but that was when togs
were a statement of a younger,
more fake me.
Now my togs
are wrap arounds and comforting,
or just a little too tight
to accompany me
to the green shod park
where the wind flounced trees
swirl in their summer dresses,
both full-figured and slender.
Arboreal moments like this
help me ponder
on what afterthought to wear
tomorrow.