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Sun-soaked
spectral topography
sculpts with lattice
of longing
luminescent,
the veering valley
of my lucent life
undulating briskly
in plains of passion
with the cadence
of sensuous stream
swirling sequined euphoria
contented,
clung confident
with bond of sanguinity
to the cluster
of glimmering gold nuggets
carved out
of precious life’s
aureate moments
treasured.
Sediment of essence
ebullient
carried convivial by
ecstasy current,
dazzles as dregs
rolling with restive time
turbulent
in the torrent
of cloud-burst fallen sky,
flows through reminiscence
fervent
to the flood plain
of plaintive obscurity
far.
In ceaseless search
of transferred treasure trove
eroded,
buried besieged
within the strata
stagnant
of time past
stalled,
I wade wistfully
confounded
through engulfing marsh
of quandary
in submerged existence,
excavate the layers
languished
of petrified memory
in twilight hour
tranquil.
In senile shine
of the setting sun
fading fast,
each evanescent moment
propelling surging tide
of turmoil
ebbs out of fleeting mind
ephemeral,
I exhume enthused
relentless
trinkets of remembrance
from sands of time
settled satiated
perpetually,
retrieve in rapture
the gilded instants
mudlarking the memory.
The luminous lucent mind,
a longingly mystique crystal,
shines sublimely
with the transparent thoughts,
glistened by soul-suffusing sensuous rays,
the innate emanation
of efflorescent emotions.
Clear of the cluttering clouds
of surreptitious self-qualm,
through the diaphanous psyche,
resolute in the ordained orbit,
sometimes, I follow faded stars,
forecasting the fate of the extant galaxy.
The pale pearls of euphoria
in the argentine night
of pining passion perception,
make morose motif of spent stars,
convey in residual radiance the acuity notion
that everything has a time
to flourish and fade,
like the ephemeral instants
of effervescent ecstasy.
The flow of my intrinsic instinct
in the emotive space,
trails the waned discernment sensitivity,
propels the existential stellar essence
across the cosmic emptiness
to where the stars disappear.
I steer by the light of what has lost the gleam,
flickering like the forgotten promises,
navigating the final stretch of the secluded ink sea
with a compass calibrated to the last anchorage.
I am not lost,
I am tracing the beauty of memory,
glowing like the faded stars in the remains
of everything that was once mine.
Protection but provocation
Is unfair this attitude
This provocative protection
I wonder if is written on the forehead
That dark skin colours
Could steal you any time
You come across them
Is unfair this attitude
Hiding your wallet
Holding your pockets
Shifting afar
Just because you saw a dark person
Close to you
Wonder if is written thief
On our forehead
As same I wonder
Who thought you so
Is unfair this attitude
I see out of Africa
In the street bus trams
Shopping morns
This attitude is so not normal
What make dark people
Thieves
Must every dark soul you
Come across steal from you
How is it possible this acts
Of yours
So provocative
Is unfair this attitude
Anyone can steal anyone
And kindness is better
Than perceive instants judgement
Protect yourself yes
But when necessary
From an experience
I pen this write
Just to let know is so
Unfair this attitude of
Protection but provocation
"Be happy in the moment, that's enough. Each moment is all we need."
Quote_ Mother Teresa
Happiness is dew drops glowing as the pearls of joy,
created by the cheerful dawn for the flower called mind.
As the sun travels over the desiccated mental landscape,
the dew drops dry and the flower wilts in sorrow.
On the hazy horizon darkness falls as the spent sun sets,
despair dunes undulate as distress waves on sea of sand.
My parched life trailing toiled the mirage needs to try,
and walk hopefully to the oasis at the edge of ennui.
Happiness is the golden rays of the new sunrise,
makes bliss to glow within the dark feelings desolate,
conveys the notion everything has a time to come and go,
I need to hold on to the inspired instants of ecstasy.
Instilled by psychic vibe the journey continues in euphoria,
the gems of happiness on waves of hope shine in every heartbeat.
Exaltation wafts like stardust in the mind’s moonshine sky,
suffuses my being while I live satiated each moment of my life.
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May 23, 2023
Quote Chosen : #1
Contest : Writing Challenge - B Quotes
Sponsored by : Constance La France
The sun-soaked shining valley of his lucent life
Drained the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Cascaded with the cadence of gilded instants.
Dislodged sentiments in stream of euphoria
Floated unbound in turbulent tides of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst fallen sky
Flowed in the flood to terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
He was the first to wade in the sunk murky past
Mudlarked in the desolate bay in twilight hour.
In the lilac light of the setting sun fading fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbed out
He scavenged the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieved the golden moments he lived to adore.
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July 23, 2022
Phrase used : #1
Contest : One In Five 2
Sponsored by : Joseph May
The sun-soaked shining valley of my lucent life
Drains the symphonic cadence of ecstatic rills
Swirling around the scattered glint of nuggets
Carved out of the precious golden moments.
With sailing sediments of euphoria dislodged
They all roll in the turbulent cascade of time
In the torrent of the cloud-burst falling sky
Flow to the flood plain of terminal obscurity.
In search of transported treasure trove eroded
Buried beneath the strata of stagnant sludge
I wade through the marsh of submerged past
Mudlarking in the bare bay of tranquil twilight.
In the light of the setting sun fading so fast
Each time the surged tide of turmoil ebbs out
I scavenge the mud of memory layer by layer
Retrieve the gilded instants I once lived to adore.
April 5, 2020
Brian Strand's Contest : Completely Your Choice (35)
?*** Given Eyes to See and Truth to Feel ***
“Yes. Yes, sweet, dear soul,”
my promise speaks
Once again
Of agreements created, sent
Into the rippling, “Amen,” resonating
Prayer’s progression
After a mid-night’s congress:
the self poised ~ bowing down —
the stillness
in heartfelt
Journeying
Mirrors
revealing the left-to-learn ~
Visions
Needing capture.
My definitely determined resolutions
To think, to focus on motions
leading, braiding compassion
end to end;
Alongside each and every one living other;
instants to moments
Seeing the felt…
Aligned
Voyaging Truth beyond the mists
shrouding our lives. all
— side by side.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/3/2023
Thanks be to God…
The disordered sands of entropy,
churned by the wheel of chaotic time,
settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments moving with perturbed dispersed dust,
the truth of trust oscillates in tumult
on the ruffling ripples of mayhem.
In the bewildered efflux of errant disarray,
everything rumpled changes in nonplussed instants,
except for the notion of change.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade fragile
of the perplexing psychic transformation.
In the baffling squall of divesting dismay,
my mind disheveled in befuddled moments
into a dishabille state of confusion,
splinters the leitmotif of the embedded emotions.
The confounded cascade of consternation
carries them away to the abyss of oblivion.
Yet, when my castle of sand on the shore of yearning
tumbles down in a clutter of dispersed debris,
in its disorientation I discover discombobulated
the emotive flute of dormant feelings,
play the tune of unfazed ecstasy,
making the lucid music of mystique memory.
Stuck in a burrow dug in fallow land of dismissal,
l don’t know what in notion foundation of thing
humans with insight think as art of living,
conspicuous within sanctuary of soul.
Survival fight throws sordid living into dark abyss,
rupturing frail scaffold of my transitory tomorrow,
shards thrown in ruins of dismal instants,
I can’t run away from sucking chasm.
Failing to find way of flight I try to light lamp of aim,
and light up ambiguous last strip of dark path,
survival instinct within gloomy nook of my mind
prompts to crawl calmly to doorsill of coming days.
As vivacious today surmounts spasm of agony,
turning living spirit into a flash in dark night,
and at dawn into chromatic rays of rising sun,
limits of blissful soul surpass bounds of infinity.
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January 14, 2023
Letter omitted : E
Contest : Lipogram
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
The uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
The gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the present instants,
fastens in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
The intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
The construed continuum
of elusive eternity,
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuation,
emotionally evasive.
The climb connotes
a futile foray
to nowhere.