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The moment I am out of the box
Foxes and hyenas surround me
Needy greedy aggressive seekers
Those who even a second before
Lay hidden in hibernation
In the tightly closed boxes of steel
On the verge of elimination
Thanks to the cultural policing
Now pouncing for dark and dense satisfaction
In a paleolithic plunder
Quenching reddening hunger
In the black and brown forest
Of unchained unrest
In pursuance of almost unconquerable
And incorruptible pleasure principle
Of animal happiness
Night and day
Sense buds making hay
Out of the aesthetic box
Wreaking senseless havoc
Our rose and rhododendrons in decay
Our seagulls
In infirmary and hospitals
Out of the box
The Spanish bull and ox
Flummox our poems
Into the imagery of
Ingrained instancy
For our tumultuous ascendancy
On the pinnacle
Of crimson churning
And the giant jingling
Tapering off to
The momentary Nirvana
Of the
Intense distraction
That arose out of the box
A moment later
In an inertia again
Of the restless vein
For the overwhelming rain
Into deep brain
Teeming with craving lanes and bye lanes
In the dim light delight
Out of box
The red fox
No mailbox
No riverine knocks
The box is very important
For our civilization
Into the flowers
Of sunny sublimation
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18/01/2017
For the contest, How Long Can A Poetry Go,
Sponsor, Jamie Pan
Note: As the metaphors in the poem is too obvious to need explanation, no writer’s
Statement is added here, as asked for by the sponsor except saying that it deals with the psychological process of the dominance of pleasure principles at the cost of reality principles as elucidated by Sigmund Freud.
Wabi-Sabi 12-21-23
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Wabi-Sabi
Empty the mirage of perfection
Whose shadow wears scars
Of perpetual broken rainbows –
Cracked rose petals –
Gilded edges joined by hibernation and spring.
A pilgrimage into amnesia
Timeworn victories fade into badges lost to time
Moonlight swallows the waning heart of morning
Sunlight gobbles up unfinished faces of the moon
Storms inhale fragments of sunbows.
Out of exploding ephemeral stardust broken beauty
As galaxies toss and turn creating quasars
Like waves sculpt eroding sands
In the orbit of perpetual opening ceremonies -
A journey into morphing excellence of golden seams.
And love grows to bloom then scatter rosehips
Into time’s silken wrinkles
Star born magma bows with gratitude
For unexplored shapes crafted on new shores
Where only eternity lasts forever.
On the frigid wings of the northern breeze
waned winter with frayed feathers flies away,
clears the mist from shining sky out of freeze,
song of birds brings life in ambiance grey.
On silken leaves’ cradle blooming buds glow,
with cascade of color petals unfold,
zephyr ripples fragrance in fervent flow,
but spring also has its downside untold.
Insects crawl out after hibernation,
stinging bees build hives in unwanted place,
allergens spread as season’s creation,
from defrosted ground dust fills warm air space.
Though compared to winter it is tender,
spring is not all encompassing splendor.
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February 6, 2023
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : Spring Is Not All
Sponsored by : Michelle Faulkner
Wind lowers it's head-stream, earthbound,
battle helmet of direction-secured.
True Hermes holding a riddled scroll, temperature, tempered, phalanx wall to litmus count the cull.
Non-relative incomings from the garment of space,
to run obscene into the street.
Wrinkles of Gaia indecent without cream,
hydration,
epiderm reactions, boils,
face cracking on bout of gout.
The royal trees and their loyal vegetations
withholding tithe to Man
in lieu of fertilized mopery, panor-mime
of "silent treatment".
The lakes, unbathed turn foul,
a salty audacity of intrusion
to fuel resentment sediment far looking,
gaunt, empty.
The rivers change their inclination,
declination, surrection in-bleeding out,
out bleeding in direction.
The sea roars in complaint, hatches her obscene Leviathans release from underneath that she invitro-bastards, out-rages, helter swellter sea-beast abominations re-unleashed.
The delusion carries tune to the forest kin
no longer in Mid Spring courtship
with Robin Hood, Albion.
No longer in hibernation and calm location.
They must embark the realms of Men,
to their disturbing-investigation.
Extremeties convulse in palsy,
tongues stricken blind
and eyes encompassed in the review
of the interplanetary cult of the spiritual procession, incoming of the 4th, 3D kind.
Pangs of the final epoch of Time.
Winter Sonata 11-29-23
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Winter Sonata
In grave allegro solo grey gathers,
Strings of winter fantasias
Brewing staccatos of frozen fall remnants,
Downbeats for the first movement
As shivering sleet wipes away bucolic barcarolles
Rocking on sapphire barges,
Harbingers of hoarfrost and hibernation,
When leafless boughs conduct the opening motif
To summon deepening darkness
From restrained shadows of turbulence
To beat warnings on frosted windows
Of snug dens – sheltered hallows.
Sweet solstice flutes sing adagio
Then scatter crystalline mists across snow packed paths
In the movement pathetique when sunglow
Glides between aspen,
Ankle deep in fleecy billows,
Sugar flakes flutter in Heaven’s perfect pitch
Rhythmic silent rests hypnotize crisp midnights
When fluttering flakes of dreamy andantes
Ride on melodic cantabile whispers
In flurries of fleecy decrescendos
Spells of codas, enthralled by idle snowfall,
Glitter in lyric tinsel of sparkling crystal beads on twigs.
Movement presto crescendos in frenzied storms
Snowfall pizzicatos fall in descending measures
When rondos of wind song ensembles
Ascend in frigid notes of icy scales
That pirouette in pulsing beats with resonate strings
Plucked by boreas in thundersnows percussions,
Vivace mistrals whirl in powdery ghosts
That spin in tremolo trills of icicles,
And in whiteout scherzos of blizzard sonatas,
Dizzy with solstice frosty fevers
As winter’s thundering cadence modulates
Into vernal sighs of resolution.
When autumn’s breezes in celebration,
send colored parchments swirling, curling down;
my heart sings in humbled adoration,
as nature’s palette, dons new dressing gown.
As chill winds visit I crave my slumber;
all animals in deep hibernation,
have stored food to quell chilled winter’s hunger;
each one harbor’s his own needed ration.
Colored puzzle pieces, they dot the land,
to warm Gaia’s, soon hibernating breast.
Part of a higher, elaborate plan,
like humans, Earth needs, her deep, winter rest.
Soon icy stars will be filtering down from
periwinkle skies where snow clouds are hung.
11-13-19
Favourite Poem from November 2019 Poetry Contest
Julia Ward
The Autumnal Equinox
By Franklin Price
9/21/2015
The Autumnal Equinox
Is but two days away
The traveling Sun is half-way South
Will not be there to stay
The leaves on trees are changing
Soon most of them will fall
Putting hosts in hibernation
It's their heed to nature's call
Winter views will soon appear
Such wonders for the sight
The shapes of empty branches
Roosting resting birds from flight
The birds will soon be gone
Green grass will turn to brown
Winter winds will chill the air
Snow will be falling down
Springtime buds will then appear
To fill the waking trees
Replacing Winter's emptiness
Renewing life that's sure to please
Returns then the heat of Summer
The Seasons' cycle now is done
I thoroughly enjoy them
Sure I'm not the only one
It's still an awesome happening
These aging eyes to see
The changing of the Seasons
Glad it happens annually
The rains are here, relentless
as ever
The grass blade is excited like
never
The season of hibernation is
over
Swirling in water, as duck dumpling
in sauce
The blade of grass has come home to
grow
It is a rich gourmet of moisture and
nutrients
Thrusts the roots, taking its journey
southward
And the shoots also going
northwards
The grass blade has come to take its
place.
As the rains continue in its
season
The lush of greenery fills the
reasons
Natural beauty in such lyrical
passion
Paradise in a paradox,
Laying her among
the lilies.
This neighborhood young girl I know
has reached very early the life’s terminal,
for cancer is creeping in deadly silence
on sure clutching feet in her tender lungs.
Her drowsy eyes decline to close ever
lest the final sleep comes unushered,
leaving all her dreams in the distant abyss,
takes away the wonderful world from her.
Floating on the mist of consciousness
she hears a remote whisper waft near,
flowing on the feeble breath telling her,
‘fight with courage, don’t give up yet,
construct the highway of hope bit by bit,
for you have a long long way to go’,
but her unsure skeptic mind can’t hold on
to the thread of self-belief for long.
Thinking sorely the battle is preordained,
she’d surely lose with the end coming soon,
the girl takes the last flight on fantasy,
and tells feebly her distraught mother,
‘freeze me and keep me in a cold chamber
in the frail state of suspended animation,
the way you nurtured me with care once
in your protective womb for so many months.
I would live within the dubious domain
between the swathes of life and death,
until they find a cure for the deadly cancer.
Mother, you’d then find in great delight
I emerge as a sprouting little pristine bud
from the transient spell of hibernation,
and bloom in your rejuvenated garden,
my petals enwrapping the beautiful world.
June 2, 2021
Contest : Cancer Ivy
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Christmastime has come and gone...
decorations slowly put away.
From festive to bare, colorful to drab;
and likewise, my euphoria fades.
The house is quiet, the stores are dull;
back to normal...the blues set in.
Winter skies of varied ashen grays
bring snow, cold temps, and wind.
Hibernation now beckons me...but I
go on...survive the emptiness.
Winter's end is far and out of reach;
I feel as bleak as the clouded sky.
Old problems surface once again,
no longer hidden in the festive maze.
They come, front and center, bury me
in the drifts of my mind's blizzard.
Depression shadows memories
of the holiday season's sparkling joy.
Out on a lonely walk, tears roll down.
Where have those uplifting rays gone?
Family, coming together, sharing
presents, love, and peace; good times.
I yearn for hope on the far horizon;
rebirthing of life...the coming spring.