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No sounds are made, her world is hushed
She dances in darkness to music not heard
Imagines things that to us would be absurd
Lives in tranquility, where nothing is rushed
Through Braille she lives with fingers as guide
She weaves through valleys, mountains high
She'll never have to witness a loved one die
No evil to see or hear, no lies she will hide
No sorrow do I feel for her lack of the gifts
we take for granted, ones we abuse; misuse
She's better off not seeing life's colorful hues
or the black and white of men who cause rifts
She builds her castles without moats of fear
Soars in the clouds upon gold and silver wings
In mumbled but beautiful voice, she sings
She makes me aware that angels are here
A night tide expels it,
leaves it
wallowing.
Salt has blistered,
nippers gnawed.
The carcass tumbles.
Tattered flesh flaps,
bone snaggles bone.
A figure emerges,
as if a mangled person
was escaping
the weakening clutch
of tentacled coils.
Waves lap
at the lolling mound,
cavities rupture,
gas bubbles take
luminous shape.
A figure emerges,
hatching
from rancid offal,
it stumbles toward
the lights of a village.
Remains hang together
clothing a riddled form.
Strips of denuded meat
drag behind.
It is famished,
even though its belly is
a bladder of corruption,
still, it is hungry.
It sees the warmly lit tavern,
imagines
a sweet fried fish on a skillet,
a glass of strong ale
waiting for the touch
of its macerated lips.
It had been a long swim.
In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside manner.
He surrounds himself with a staff of beautiful nurses
who rush eagerly to his aid when he needs them.
Each of them, whether single or not,
imagines herself with him and how it would be
to be alone with him, aboard his fancy yacht
submerged in the mesmerizing gaze
of his warm hazel eyes.
In the evening he goes home to his wife,
a lovely though docile woman, fragile like a flower.
Immediately on seeing her, he starts in
with his usual barrage of complaints,
belittling her and poking fun at her homemaking skills,
the dinners she has waiting for him, her style of dress,
and every minor physical flaw she might possess.
She accepts it all with her pretty blonde head bowed
like that of a wilted lily,
for she knows that to oppose him
will only result in a more tangible type of abuse,
and he is always careful when he hurts her.
Doctor that he is, he knows well to leave no marks.
She retires quietly to bed,
worried little about any sexual advances toward her.
Although she longs for the touch of a man,
she is grateful to be left alone by her spouse.
Meanwhile, with liquor in hand,
he’s gone into the den, shutting the door behind himself.
Logged on as Mr. Hyde at his favorite website,
he peruses the myriads of Adonises available,
peering salaciously at each nude explicit photo
with wide hungry hazel eyes taking in every little detail
as he plans his next big adventure out of town
and fantasizes trysts on his fancy private yacht
with the sexiest of the men that he can solicit.
posted 2/21/12
Submitted 9/23/22 For One From The Dark Side Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
And so it begins with just a little tease,
Being her dear friend he invites her in.
Holding hands with a smile made of grin,
A fable of a boy and girl she imagines.
She likes the boy for his wit and smarts.
Spellbound he stays as she cogently talks
Being charmed by her lively blue eyes,
Eager for the hints of her subtle vibes.
Soon they know how to talk with eyes
Learning to decipher meaning of sighs.
Decoding as well when silence speaks
As fervent looks reveal contents of joy.
Exploring feelings, exchanging stories
Pleasure they find in secret messages,
Inventing excuses to be in private places--
Rejoicing pure love in stolen virgin kisses.
And so it begins innocently, unwittingly.
February 10, 2019
Placed first in February 2019 week 4 contest by Brian Strand
Placed 3rd:And so it begins poetry contest by Line Gauthier
She’s awake, though, wide awake, her mind miles away, spinning stories she knows aren’t true, dreams she knows will never come to life. She imagines, with a kind of detached satisfaction, what it would be like to touch someone else. Not him. Never him, but someone else. Maybe the neighbor’s wife, his her golden hair and too-long lashes, always standing by the door, ready to smile, but not really seeing anyone.
She imagines it, the way his hand would feel tangled in the hair of someone else’s husband, someone who’s more than a man, someone shaped by her mind and her desires, someone customized to every inch of fantasy she could dream up. She’d be touching him, in a room far away from here, somewhere in a world where the sheets don’t smell like stale promises, where the blanket doesn’t suffocate.
He was the love of her life…
but her friends keep telling her it’s time to move on
after all - it’s been six years since he passed away...
why can't they see her grief is still so raw.
She can’t bear to part with any of his clothes …
each night she cocoons herself in a blanket
that she’d crocheted using one of his old sweaters.
A torrent of tears start to fall
as she imagines herself wrapped in his loving arms
she knows in her heart, she will never find love again.
Grief in 12 lines or less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
04/24/21
Blue skies filled with purple velvet clouds
Drifting around rock strewn mountains
Covered with dark green reptile skin
Houses of young virginal girls fill the trees
Naked they run through the leaves
Chased by birds with fire red wings
While blue tigers roam the world beneath
A half million people sway to an unsung song
The words of which no one knows
The notes of which no one hears
Yet everyone imagines it in their mind
And it is always the same
The tigers look for a bowl of milk
As the birds build nests in their massive jaws
And the naked virgins ride on their back
It is a world of my own creation
Created with the help of a little pill
But for now it is mine
It is where I choose to live
I know it will go away and I will never see it again
At least until the time I can find another little pill
Then I may see it again
And it will be my home
On a cold November morning
Frost wrapped the world in an ashy hue
Sucking the heart from silence
As an optimistic sun gazed through
Naked branches of oak and maple
Peeking through the limbs of gray
Lighting the indigo skies with grace
Dancing, flowing, praising
In waves of enchantment, such riches
Radiating warmth and awaking
The crackle of leaves, stunned
By the bitter air, the chilling stare
Of freezing sparkles on thoughts
Met by the luster of dawn
Revelations caress the mind
Of those who listen to the pulsations
Rumbling through the thoughts
Echoes of dreams, dulled
By reality’s dark plans for the one
Who listens to shadowy feelings
Deprived of hope or faith
Lingering on the edges of silhouettes
Who dread the moment, stirring
To life – the sense of delight
Inspiration and insight
Peppering the darkness in joy
Pleasures like seeds who’ll be growing
Love, the anointing
Of a life full of glory
A frosted November Sunday
Breathless and murky with hues
Of obscure inklings twinkling
Like the hesitating stars
On a quiet night
Flooded with desires, dreams
Amazed by the creation
Blessed by His presence
Even here – among the thorns
Who hasten to bite soft flesh
With frozen barbs, like wire
Bringing the ooze
Of crimson flowing over
Icy cool thoughts
Enriching the heart
With feelings from a deep
Longing, a need
For the belief that imagines
Love is forever
A never ending feeling
Forever giving
Never leaving
Always satisfying
On a cold and vibrant November morning
Love melts the heart
Who is yearning for the promise
Of a feeling that brings
Joy beyond words, more alive
Than the dance that inspires
Poets to write, artists to paint
As hearts unite
To share their life!
the tide expels it
leaves
it wallowing
sun blisters
the carcass tumbles
torn flesh flaps
bone snaggles bone
a humanness -
as if a mangled person
trying to escape
from coils
from death
from the ocean within it
a kind of birth
a kind of shedding
a metamorphous
becoming
night laps
at the lolling mound
cavities rupture
gas bubbles take
luminous shape
a figure emerges
stumbles toward
the lights of a village
the remains hang together
they have been eaten
and now they are hungry
a raw
gaping belly rumbles
it imagines
fish in a skillet
a glass of strong ale waiting
for cracked lips
Written: February 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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Line of inquiry:
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God-consciousness unblinking”
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On wild paths, the spirit strolls untamed,
Cosmic currents caress, creating a heart chase.
Through twilight and triumph, we tackle the case,
Gaea gear glimpses, an odyssey by the unframed.
With spirits snared in love splendid spark,
The moonlit odyssey hits before nightfall grace.
Stars spark splendid dreams in a sacred space,
In tranquil thesis, trepidations tumble, in dark.
Perceptions push as phantoms fade away,
Beside booming ballads of bedrock bright.
Reconnected with reality radiant sight,
Empathetic ebbs eradicate errant astray.
Divine warmth bestows clarity and a mind alight,
Undying eyes greet whimsical ways of form.
Incessant, ethereal embrace eclipses the norm,
It bows to beseech, bright, blaze, and light.
Past and raw stories swirl in the seawater,
soaring willows weep wondrous, watery tears!
As austere utterances unravel earthly fears,
further facts flow from warm weak wander.
Lovely litotes linger with sandy emotion,
orogenic smiles in saffron specters soar!
Pestilence purged by profound laws, lore!
Smart minds evoke ethereal interaction.
Minutes manifesting satori’s splendid shimmer,
phantom imagines bending to uncanny wallow.
Hadal heights where nocturnal nebulas follow,
Ignite love's lingering legacy in cobalt skimmer.