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Let your warm kisses fall upon me always,
o beautiful goddess of the luminous moon...
as I'll be sleeping under your moon rays.
Wasn't I Endymion one of your passionate lovers?
I appeased your desires as you lit up the dark night...
and wasn't it because you seduced me with pretty smiles?
Let your warm kisses fall upon me always,
and 'though these manly hands can't touch you...
I will feel you breathing into my lungs to give me thrills.
Selene, ride across the immense, starry firmament
as your chariot is drawn by the white horses of Zeus,
never awaken me...inebriate me with your midnight scent.
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Oncloud's contest,
" In The Mood Of Imagery " "
1 ALCOHOL AND POETRY
When I join these two elements together I inebriate
further easily ...
2 AIRHEAD
airhead is a difficult person to deal with, especially
because usually he doesn't realize what he wants
of life...
3 PROFIT DISTURBANCE
Too much lucidity, makes you suffer, makes you cry ... lucidity in this crazy life
in which we live, the illusion is finer ...
4 COMPLIANT
Everything has a limit, occasionally just losing even the
stirrups for order in the mess ...
5 YOU ARE MUSIC ...
Your tone is too loud and your music I can't
sing...
The Day is Coming
By Franklin Price
3/29/2015
The day is coming, April one
The day for fools to have some fun
Much fooling time already spent
By those who run for president
Make fools of us with what they say
We're fools to listen anyway
Best ear plug our auditory
Than to hear those fools in all their glory
And what about those Super Packs?
Who support those fools and have their backs
Unlimited funds for them to sway
Those who vote to poll their way
What selfish fools Pack people are
Funds better spent on open bar
Then fools they could inebriate
To vote their foolish candidate
The internet changed everything
Allowed the Packs to do their thing
Would have us fools believe it all
The tales they tell are very tall
Let's show those Packs on voting day
That we the people have a say
Fend for yourself and vote your choice
Show those fools, we fools, still have a voice
For quite a while we were cursing our almost ice age days and nights
Though we got our dear Santa, merry Christmas and fluid delight
Tasty chocolate before the fireplace and the warmth nestling in nightshirt
Still we were waiting when the sun would tilt to us and hug, - in fresh love
Gradually there is green affection playing along with rustling wind
Green is playground bubbly with the children in their green of breath
A mildly inebriate ease we fill in from the nips of breezy pines
A breath of life, ah, in your green hug amidst the vigorous birch and oak
Over the distant blue and green hills, scarlet tanagers at play with clouds
Cows and lambs graze soft grass sitting in hill side fields of sprawling green
Rising from the dewy greenery rapture at play on your chin
Scented air from the lilacs call us to an unknown dance
In silent steps, in a dim blue light, comes up full moon over the hill
In moonlit night all are wild in denial about their disease and death
The wild animals have come out too in order to be into each other's heat
Spring in life is as transient as a water bubble on a lotus leaf __________________________________________________________________
March 20, 2016
My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.
Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and sensibility
regarding following poetic thread
subject of a fool's errand.
Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated,
and evinced courtesy final breath
automatically triggering (tumblr
to activate) final curtain call
and unremarkable death.
As stipulated in the living will
cremation of his lifeless body
cremated into soft gray powder.
A prerecorded hashtagged obituary
downloaded to individual smartphones
and simultaneously appeared on
the following poetry websites:
COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry,
Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup,
PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose|
A community of readers and writers,
and All Poetry.
He hesitated and lost out
on game of life big time
even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme
noshing, spending, and whiling
inordinate amount of hours
squirreled away in his bedroom
surrounding himself with reading material.
He amassed fountainhead of knowledge
quietly engorging cerebral gray matter
whereat noggin swelled up
rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged
at him, whose head
resembled the first Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea.
Odd his voracious appetite
to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte
zealous precocity to engross himself
with storied reading material
that does extremely excite
(at the expense of healthy socialization)
where his imagination took flight,
nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight
keeping his cute button nose
between pages of choice morsels
to appease hunger
keeping himself awake
drinking high test coffee
during darkness aided by jacklight
processing meaty material with might
experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant
joie de vivre day or night,
a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite
the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation
which entails crafting poems
oftimes spending efforts
with efforts undertaking rewrite
unwittingly garnering a fanbase
courtesy ideology doth unite.
Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight
This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism
They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary entries
They call me pissant
Because I'm too idealist
Paint streaks of black
In the midday sky
Corruption bred from innocence
And innocence bred from naivety
Ridicule my visage
Insult my scientific method
Reject my joy
Inebriate my passion
Deconstruct a lifetime
Within mere seconds
And it hurts so bad
It hurts so bad
Everything up is down
Everything east is west
Everything inside is out
Everything so vile
Drill holes in my head
Let the demons out to play
If it makes you happy
Just watch me cry
I know the land where the lemon trees flower
Where the sun paints a panorama by the hour
While its light caresses each curve of the land
Dispersing golden rays on sea and sand
I know the land with intoxicating blooms
Where love and romance forever looms
While breezes migrate perfumes and birds
Over miles of castles and luscious orchards
I know the land where sunsets glow
More spectacular than any rainbow
With colors only akin to the divine
Notorious to inebriate a lot like wine
I know the land when it rings midnight
The infinite sky fills with stars so bright
And the goddess moon makes her ascent
Blessing each and all under the firmament
Read on air by invitation ~ February 27, 2022 'POETS HARBOUR'
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on August 2, 2018 for contest EARLY AUGUST 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 7TH
—Lines in Numinous—
Merci!—thy palm hath made a fool of fate;
each secret vein outwits the seer’s decree;
what mortal eyes would name, thou dost frustrate,
for none may read what will not yield to thee.
Thou’rt stranger than the vesper’s violet breath,
yet nearer than the pulse beneath the bone;
thou walk’st the verge where longing borders death,
and mak’st the dark disclose what none hath known.
I’ve watched thee enter waking hours that sleep,
and leave behind a light no tongue can name;
some numinous tide wells fathomless and deep,
then sets the blood’s forgotten stars aflame.
When each borrowed star doth fade into psalm,
thou art the ache, thou art the balm.
—Life in Note—
I thought the world had squander’d all her song—
linnet and thorn entwined in liquid prayer,
while crisp leaves whispered autumn’s brief-lived wrong,
and cataracts hurled thunder through the air;
argent aspen cast those trembling rays ,
a bee’s low diapason haunted thyme,
steeds tore the dusk asunder with their neighs,
whilst oceans breathed their vast, forgotten time—
then came thy voice, and all things lost their claim;
winds stood arrested; daylight paled and failed;
stars veiled their fires, abash’d before thy flame,
and every sound I worshipp’d sank and quail’d;
I sank, inebriate, where sound grew still—
and heard thy voice within my silence trill.
This is my love letter to our lovely planet oasis
Alas taken for granted and abused on a daily basis
Through the years she’s provided me with much joy and wonder
She’s filled my heart with awesome scenes up above and down under
It chagrins me to think I’ve seen both my last rainbow and sunrise
Never again to be amazed by a sunset bearing radiant surprise
The feel of tree bark and rustling leaves on branches in the breeze
Intoxicating perfumes of lilacs, roses and gardenia that appease
The songs of birds large and small, the flow of rivers’ lifeblood
The exquisite purety of waterlilies that are rooted in mud
The smells of each season that inebriate all my senses
The feel of snowflakes on my skin and all those odd coincidences
No more nights looking up at a starry sky and the moon in all its phases
Pondering our insignificance within this grandeur and vastness that amazes
AP: 1st place 2020, Honorable Mention 2021
Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”