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Premium Member Miserable Fool

Miserable Fool

What naïve fool hath said, "Love is blind?"
Who dared barter his kingdom for a horse?
Who lays paint to his face to conceal a farce?
Tis only the foolish jester with a juggled mind.

Why doth a desperate man search and seek,
whilst he masks his countenance with a pout?
Tis the fool in hiding, "One way in and no way out."
No escape from dungeons where men grow weak.

Miserable fool, tis only on himself he must lay blame.
With naught to offer a foul wench nor fair morsel.
He's squandered his soul, not few parts but parcel.
Grant reproach, or return to dust from whence you came.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax

In the cells of silence, where dreams freeze in wax,
Lone women walk with hearts as hard as bitter stone.
A flame of pure pride, in their veins runs hot,
Thinking of a dreamed prince, whom longing carries in the mind.
In their hidden chambers, embroidered with restless longing,
Trees of memories grow, that have not borne an answer,
Walls of illusions rise, built by the hands of myth,
From archaic depths, expectation defies without reprieve.
There are crosses in the march of days, ticks of old clocks,
And every beat seems like a bell tolling in the altar of cold nights,
Where crystalline tears trace their paths on the cheek,
The inner seas of yearning seem to suck them in, a burnt impression.
They gaze at the moon, the celestial bride, in her gown of pure silk,
Wondering, in her radiance, if just a mirror is her fate,
If the prince appears in the comet's passing, in the cosmic thread to show,
Or if the beaded sky in dreams pretends to be a ladder.
Oh, how easily the wind whistles between branches of doubt,
When the leaf of waiting falls, like an autumn too soon.
Stuck to the star of their path that towards the unknown carries them,
Do they, they wonder, deserve to dress their soul in hardship?
But magical is the evening veil that heavily descends upon their world,
For in its darkness, it carries also the chance of a fortunate eclipse,
Which, once illuminated, would reveal the prince is not that one,
But a warm breeze, a word, a shadow that appears towards reality.
Now, in the altar of dream, the fire of hope burns softly,
And thousands of petals of questions scatter their scents into the air.
If they were to open the gate, would the prince come any differently,
Not on a silver horse, but in the noisy silence of what is enough?
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

My Secret Life

If I had a secret life I would fly above the deep blue sea
For me a wandering Albatross a bird that I would yearn to be
Soaring, gliding, elegantly and even sleeping whilst I fly
Crossing continents, flying high, symbol of luck when sailors espy

With freedom of the skies and the wind beneath my wings
I have the longest wingspan of any living bird you’ve heard
8 feet three to eleven feet six my black wings fly me round the world 
My wingspan is so vast I am the master of this task 

I can circumvent the globe in just six and forty flying days
Never stopping, leaving others open-mouthed and in a haze
For I have been upon this earth for fifty million years
Protecting ancient mariners from their superstitious fears

Legends say to kill me; your life would end without a friend
A life of sixty years or more with just one mate whom I adore
Flying each and every day, no predators take my life away
I sleep whilst soaring high in the skies never managing to close my eyes

I’m held in the highest esteem by every mariner in the world 
Twirling, whirling like a dream, my wings expand, become unfurled
Man thinks I’m supernatural as I glide in the wake of their boats
Killing me would bring bad luck; seeing me fly they are truly awestruck


Written 5th January 2019

Competition: If I had a Secret Life
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
1st place

Contest: 560
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st place
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Halloween at Hogwarts

Being a parsel-tongue, I knew I was Slytherine, of course.
Dressing in scales and slithering would give it away though.
So I dressed as my patronus, seventeen-hands high stallion horse,
Entering the Great hall with mask that had a green neon glow.

Hermione was not easily found, but I spotted Ron’s hair right away.
He was attempting to perform a small spell to help out a Ravenclaw.
Hufflepuffs were clumping around, not mingling, like every day.
Draco Malfoy, my nemesis is a guy that I almost immediately saw.

Why do we allow mudbloods into Hogwarts? He was demanding.
He is a broken record, that Neanderthal, full of hate if you ask me.
He is always politicizing, and his motives are full of under-handing.
I could wait until this night was over, no one here I wanted to see.

A small Slytherin slithered past me wearing a snake costume. I laughed.
Hagrid came by with two dragons, which were not legal, I will bet.
Ron said “You knew me, didn’t you? I should have come as a giraffe.
No, I liked. You had me fooled. Hermione walked by then with her pet.

When did she get a grampoodle? I asked my pal whose face was red.
I did not know she had one, she probably conjured it herself, he said.
Hermione turned and gave him that withering look she has mastered.
A new Gryffindor recruit threw up on the next chair, he was totally plastered.
Form: Rhyme

Saddle Your Horse

Saddle your horse and get ready for the ride; this will be your final day before you take off to the sky, the weather is too dry over here and we have nothing more to share; I have to reserve what I have for the others living over there.

 Come and stir the pot with me and walk with me through hills and valleys, we will survey the vast landscape, lofty mountains and fine river bed. You will observe where the skyline meets with the earth and where the river is washing away the dirt, and then you will understand what I have been telling you all along.

Saddle your horse and come with me, I will take you through the route that leads to the top of the mountain and you will see the optical phenomenon that is  baked beneath the earth giving rise to a meteorological vision. 

I can see streams of light parachuting from the earth , carving out a circular spectrum in the sky with multi-colored dyes spreading all over  the sky. It meets with steep slopes interfacing the earth and refracting around the slopes. 

Saddle your horse and come with me, I will take you to the corner store 
And show you why poor people are always asking for more. The cost of goods and service are real and grocers have to work out their own deal, a pint of oil is sold in plastic bags and thin slice of cheese is all that they have. The backs of chicken makes good curry and the necks of turkey is poor people’s luxury.
 
Saddle your horse and come with me and let me show you what life is like in the inner city. They are running up and down the street with guns shooting at one another for fun, the Don Man rides in with his motorcade and flick a sharp blade. He cut the box open and shower gifts to the whole community.

Saddle your horse and come with me, we will ride to the other side and you must tell me what you see. People are hustling and bustling in the street and men and women are dressed in suites and fine gown, their tables are laden with lamb, beef, lobsters pork and all the meat in the butchers shop, but wine, beer and whisky are pouring from the top.

The trees are laden with fruits and everyone is wearing a fine pair of shoes and they are dining in fine restaurant and having nightly party. You have got to correct this disparity. Saddle your horse and come with me I am ready for the next leg of the journey.
Form: Lyric


Premium Member Natural Hair Wig Braids and Knots

Oh, gaze upon the towering height,
A gravity-defying sight!
A masterpiece of horse and hair,
Held high upon the fabled stair.
No paltry scalp, no dull decree,
But architectural vanity!
From ancient Egypt’s royal reign,
To Versailles’ weeping, powdered pane,
The wig proclaims: “I own this space,
Regardless of my naked face!”
With scents of lavender and starch,
It marches past the swelling arc,
Concealing lice and graying dead,
A kingdom perched upon a head.
But look below the braided lace,
To where the scalp declares its case.
The fateful knot, the twisted rue,
Demanding praise and tribute due.
The tender-headed, weary plait,
A marathon of tug and wait.
With grease and ribbons woven tight,
It keeps the secrets of the night.
Yet, when the morning sun takes hold,
The tragedy of hair unfolds.
Flyaway, an epic old bag,
The dreaded, knotted, tangled shag.
A thousand hours at the drink,
To make a girl just pause and think:
“Why must this natural cyanide,
Cause every follicle to hide?”
So off it comes, the heavy plait,
Exchanging all for synthetic faith.
The wig is donned, the knot is fed,
A better, glued, and flawless head!
No frizz, no fuss, no morning dread,
Just instant “powder” in the spread.
Form: Rhyme

A Most Violent Reaction

Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie,
     I felt terribly amiss,
where death be not proud
     did scythe lance me
     never came to bring
     bliss, well nigh,
thus hour writhing with torturous pain

     awoke wish to lie with permanent rigor
     mortis supine without an intestate
      for meager pose Hessions this guy
attests, which scarce material goods,
     one would immediately espy
little stock dis

     due dill ling dad doth not deign
     deliberately displaying no deny
ill asper being non
     materialistic, not wanting aye asseverate
     next of kin burden
     some task to decry.

As per thee above mentioned
     immediate grippe of jabbing
     abdominal agony did not wane
for extended period of time,
     which sudden devout
     praying Holy Scott twas in vane

where that this ordinarily 
     spry body of mine
     sought zilch ambition
     tubby vaunted or urbane,
but these lovely bag of bones
     felt fragile as if

     one to many fruit loops taken
     on Ozzy Osborne's ): crazy train
plagued with waves
     of gastrointestinal agony
     i.e. severe cramps dizziness
     nauseousness, and re

     pulsed with aversion
to air, don, or trumpet
     a swan song, sans of this aged jilted
     (once shy twice burned)

     once besotted handsome swain
hobbled thus unable to ride
     my high horse weathering a bodily reign
of terror reducing me to hash out,
     this ridiculous juvenile refrain.

Premium Member Destined To Ride

 I Traversed the Inner Universe Deep Within my Soul
 and Slayed the Dragon Oppressor up on it's High Horse,
 It seemed Prophetic
 To Rise Into the Greater Nature, Balancing Scales for the Cosmic
 Destined To Ride
 Saddled Up, Ever-Onward through the Fire
 Illuminating Attire of Gold, Light and Sapphire
 Ascending Ever-Brighter, Ever-Higher
 It seemed Fate had found me through Perdition
 Reborn into Wings of No Religion,
 Trailblazing Cosmic Realms, Blitzing Through the Heavens
 Scintillating in Salvation for All Brethren,
 Expelling The Darkness, A Revolutionary Exodus
 Illumination is the Calling, I Rendezvous with Excellence
 I Rise like Lazarus through the Muck and Grime
 Lotus Born, I let my Eight Petals Shine
 Burning Flames from the Heart, Sparked the Soul to Life
 I AM Cosmo Man, I Am Star Bright
 And There, in the Abyss where the Great Mystery Dwells
 where Time is as Ancient as it's Magic Spell,
 Above the Threshold, Beyond the Great Divide
 I AM One with The Source, One with the Divine
 Trodding towards The Gates Of The Promise land
 Through The Valleys Of Shambala, The Sacred Heart Of Man
 Where Many are Called, but only a Few Still Ride
 The Wild, The Chosen, Crusaders Of Light
 Summoned  By Destiny, Tribe Of Judah and Jerusalem
 Herald The Trumpets,   Returns The Spirit Of Bethlehem
Form: Rhyme

The Hummingbird Cake

"The Hummingbird Cake"




The day started bright -

Bright Eggshell Blue
and ended in percussion
dark and cloudy stormed in
thunder pummelled drums
against a backdrop of 
bruised eggshell dijon yellow
sweating heavy sage green
spitting spoilt the swollen pride of purple,
a wet abrasion against 
Electric Blue 
crackling along her lips
like Lightening

Sizzled on 
her bitumen

her mind 
winked at you...

Splits two
into one
not three

Taken slowly
deliberately 
cake digested 
swallowed like swallows 
nibbling freely on air 
a symphony of do you see me
in a Hummingbird storm

stairs to you she stares 
upwards forever upwards
at lines of ebony tied tight 
words kick and spit
like a cat in heat caught up 
in a hessian sack
words in a puzzle 
shaken and caste
on a playing board 
pure white
not black

She, 
Third person,
always Third person, 
listens to her own heart
and then listens to the 
words you have put on 
and slowly worn warm

Revisits in her evening 
a conversation with an old friend
Lorikeets on the balcony 
Passionfruit cake and their
beaks in honey 
a day in the life of Mosman
Carmen the dancer 
Blueberries and 
Raspberry Banana Bread
and Gold Crested 
Pterodactyl Cockatoos
commandeering her kitchen 
her gangster lovers
dead ends and loose screws

The day started bright blue
Ended in a thunder clap
boiling over onto a glowing hotplate
of flying embers, 
reckless kisses and an unplanned

Storm;

A piece of Hummingbird Cake
was fed through a thread

In dreams while you watched 
a movie in bed

Spoken to you 
through 
mind cerebral 
not Reality read

Poppyseed and Honey
Bees buzzing on swollen
unheard lips 

that silently bled Red

Words 
Meanings

Life
Read 
Red

Sugar ingested,
Honey to Blue Horse Flies.

Australiana
Fed.

Sleep,
Bed.

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)




"Listen to the Hummingbird" / Leonard Cohen
https://youtu.be/hYIeW8bwlWQ


"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher
https://youtu.be/wHVuW7eOPNI


"Cosmic Dancer" / T.Rex
https://youtu.be/GMfjA4gyEcU













"Meadow" / Liam Gallagher, Lyrics
https://genius.com/Liam-gallagher-meadow-lyrics

Karen Cook: Equine Devotion

In the realm of my heart, there resides Karen Cook,
A love that enchants, like a well-written book.
Her grace is a melody, a dance of pure bliss,
Her smile like the sun, warming every abyss.

A love story painted with hues of devotion,
Karen's presence alone sparks an endless emotion.
Within her, a spirit of strength and gentle grace,
A soul that embraces love's every embrace.

With her, I've galloped through life, hand in hand,
Our hearts entwined like a rider and a horse in the sand.
Together we've weathered storms, braved the unknown,
Karen, my compass, my rock, my own.

Her eyes, like diamonds, reflect a love so true,
A bond unbreakable, forever we'll pursue.
Through meadows and valleys, we've traversed with ease,
Karen, my muse, the wind beneath my dreams.

And when life's trials mount, like hurdles in our way,
She becomes my stallion, guiding us each day.
Through hurdles and fences, we leap side by side,
Karen, my love, with you I'll always ride.

So here's to Karen, my love and my muse,
The one who brings light when life's shadows confuse.
With you, my dear, I've found a love untamed,
A love like a horse, forever unchained.
Form: Rhyme

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