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Elvania queen of the warrior elves entered the jungle
As a cat, with glowing eyes, hypervigilant and aware.
Her keen senses smelled Barley Root, a sure sign of the Slothers.
They had been here, and recently. Her nose picked up their scent.
With every pore, she listened, hearing another’s breath.
There was something close by; animal or Slother, she knew not.
Her bow and arrows were ready. She felt them twitching for a battle.
A tiny Hemancer came out to get a drink from the pond.
She did not release her hold on her knife, listening.
The elves were about to crucify the Slothers, and they were aware.
A scared Slother was a dangerous Slother. Her senses intensified.
So many sights and sounds in the jungle, but she was ready.
The Hemancer gave her a snort and paraded back into the tall grass.
No idea how capable she was of slitting his throat in seconds.
Her comrades joined her. Any sign of the Slothers?
Take a whiff, she said. The battle was about to commence.
imagist fragments
rhythmical effects of
virtuous wordplay
of singular soundplay
phenomena
in linguistic tracts
occurrences in the vernacular
disfunctions,interpolations
from the poetic heart
repetitions
stereotypical
transcribed in a whirlwing of verse
virtuosity intensified
heightened &focussed
sensitively sounded
envisioned
authentic perceptions
made manifest
initiated in discourse
conceived in patterns of dialogue
inherent dynamics
extraordinary in breadth
lengthened beyond
lexical limits
fashioned to facilitate
enrich&endow
the unfamiliar introduced, then
interpreted becoming conjectural
unexpected metaphors of
the observed natural
panorama
the spectacular articulated
with inventiveness
surpassing the everyday
rhythmic interplay
between avenues
of
poetic
light
Fireball rise red lazer ray has spear horizontal
Sending a shedding of angel wing span blessing
Busied birds converse beneath apricot mottle
From dawn huddle, welcome warmth suggesting
Splendour awaiting, drive Wednesday to Pacific
Three beach night stays after so long, a year's wait
Travel to shore infinite, lapped sand map terrific
Coinciding coastal followed day, I'll turn thirty eight
Egg fried ocean, toastily popped tomorrow's coast
Simmering indigo pot turns turquoise shimmer
Crash marvel intensified if today I'm able to boast
Comp entered in June has judged mine a winner
Whilst very unlikely my little poem will number
Against names recognised, English professors
Threw my lines in the mix so regret slid asunder
In the year of realising poetry's divine pleasures
22nd September
The affectionate mother, whom I loved has long left
her earthly dwelling to flee
to a Paradise extrasensory peaceful;
and surrounded by angels,
she tenderly flashes an effulgent smile and looks upon
me and whispers many prayers
for a son whose face is her total resemblance!
And in me her noble soul lives with a sweetness,
which has made me forgotten that there's death...
by rekindling that maternal memory!
Before I go to sleep, I reflect on my day that has passed without dire...
by staring at a portrait, which makes her facial expressions
seem so real like when she eloquently spoke, glimpsing into tomorrow;
I'm wishing for tears to fall, but none do...too numerous tears
have her child's eyes shed to empty themselves of their sorrow!
Why cry and induce more mourning...when glory has awarded her a halo?
She endured much, and said little, to strengthen me with her example,
and will harsh winters lash me with their furious winds, no fright...
no discouragement can overwhelm me and make me shiver and tremble;
violent storms extirpate trees, fears won't uproot what I extol!
Extraordinary was her motherly love: intense and insuperable,
to build me up when my confidence was down and I refused to have fun;
and if I felt miserable, she mollified my misery, grief and sadness,
to never let me lose my momentum, to miss out on a great, indelible moment!
Showing my mistrust intensified the tone of her vocal chords...
low esteem wasn't another kind of modesty, just a lost milestone!
Secular and firm...and yet divine, was her faith emboldening me;
emerging in the form of a lovely rainbow to brigthen my obscurity!
I longed for affection, hoping it would have been long lived...as that love so tangible,
which still guides my footsteps to rekindle that maternal memory!
Extraordinary moments such as these
engrave themselves in our memories.
Swimming in the depth of fantasies
I surrender to softly whispered ecstasies.
Hands reaching, searching, ardent yearning,
retracing, touching, intensified relearning.
We delve, explore, as we heighten burning,
renewed expression, a sea of innate churning.
Bodies entwined, long satiated and satisfied,
we speak words of love, astonishing, mystified,
overwhelmed in bliss our hearts beat unified,
mutual adoration, and tenderly our union is fortified.
The intricacies of our lives develop and cultivate
seeds of mutual respect, as we ameliorate.
Within our realm, conflict we eliminate,
with extraordinary moments, riding the tide of fate.
A naïve heart succumbs to words of Hope,
susceptible to the promise of love.
But when left teetering on a tightrope;
all it takes is an emotional shove.
Trust steadied your every step, at the start:
yet your anxieties intensified.
And like a festering wound in your heart,
doubts and lies set trust's safety net aside.
You'll never be that gullible again;
having felt the sting of love lost to time.
And yet, knowing that love can inflict pain,
does not make it feel any less sublime.
And fledgling hearts are the first to agree;
you can't cage love; it'll die if it's not free.
Wearing our tribal skirt
I’m reminded of my grandmother
who has bequeathed me rich distinct cultural heritage.
Adorned with our traditional costume
my heart is pleased, imagining my Lola*, my Mom’s mother
smiling delightfully, beholding her granddaughter proud of her roots.
Midst the nostalgia brought by such clothing
I see myself beside Lola’s bedside, listening to her
as she would vividly narrate heroic acts of fellowmen during the war.
Having in my possession a so-called “heirloom”
my gratitude to Lola is intensified through virtues instilled
by Mama, reverberating with, “I learned those from Nanang**.”
Praising God for His blessings
I’ll value the piece of treasure I inherited
my Lola has passed on, along legacy of a good name.***
*Lola-the word we use to address our “Grandmother”
**Nanang-My mother’s term of endearment for “Mother.”
***Proverbs 22:1 A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.
March 15, 2021
1st place, "I Remember" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury; judged on 3/17/2021.
Isolated and surrounded by her worst enemies
The lioness fought hard, but her fate was sealed
"You're gonna die tonight kitty kat" one hyena said
Then he bit her viciously
The others joined the attack....
When the dust had settled The lioness lay lifeless.....
"Hey did you hear the commotion last night"
one lion asked to the other
"It was the hyenas and lionesses fighting"
replied another
"Were there any casualties"
asked the lion with the black mane
" Yes, they killed a lioness last night"
answered another."But tonight they'll feel the pain" he added
Later that night they heard the hyenas laughing
A laughter that curdled their blood
The lions began walking towards the hyenas
The smell of blood was everywhere
The lions were focused on the battle ahead
"There'll be some dead hyenas tonight"
The golden maned lion said
They increased their pace as the stench of hyena intensified
The hyenas stopped laughing
When the lions came into view
The lions attacked immediately, the payback was swift and deadly
And many of the hyenas fled
When it was over 3 hyenas lay dead
And the faces of the big cats were stained in blood
Roars of victory echoed through the night
Been signing off lately with 'loving hugs'
Though miles and miles apart
My love is sincere and every bit as meaningful
As if your were standing in my doorway about to leave
I have so much love to give
It is overflowing
Some people may think it's not sincere
Trust me, if I sign off with, love and hugs from Jack
It is sincere, believe me
If you ask me how I got this way
I don't have a good answer
All I know is I've been overflowing with love
All my life
But since retiring, it's even intensified
Perhaps it's the thought I can no longer look ahead
Twenty or thirty years and make plans
So I sit and reflect on what has gone before
Giving thanks for the dear friendships I've had
And in particular for those I have now
I also give thanks for the extraordinary life
I have been so fortunate to have had
We all should remember the good things
And sign off with 'loving hugs'
For tomorrow may never come
© Jack Ellison 2014
Take a journey through the East African Plains soaring temperatures of 120 degrees and that is in the shade. Intensified sounds of insects humming and buzzing. Going
about their daily life cleaning things up and pollinating plants. Set up camp the
old fashioned way under canvas, only then will you truly experience the spirit of this
dark continent.
flicking ear by bush
gives lion away to his prey
switches tail in disgust
Go on foot with your guide you will see and learn far more this way. When dressing in the morning be sure to shake out your boots in case a scorpion found in it a haven. Admire the wind swept trees their tops completely flat, and smell the deep red earth so pungent and rich in scent. Feel the ground shake as elephants file past on their way to drink. Marvel at the sights of lakes painted pink by the wading flamingo's, the vast rift valley and magical waterfalls. All this and far more entices the senses and the wonder of the utter freedom offered.
vast herds on you roam
african land you bewitch
your scent lingers on