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OBSESSED ABOUT VISUALS
How time grows quiet and immensely spent
When a dab of mixed hues ignite the embers,
That hands dip into oils, a livid intent
As brushes splash the grass and wildflowers
While etching a landscape of trees on bowers,
Contoured forms intoxicate down the spine…
Where words are but mute from a view quite fine.
Shapes become fuller on an easel’s rail,
O birth on canvas fills my soul’s passion
Until resplendent images unveil :
This palette of eyes wet with impression
Comes from life’s need to quench true obsession;
For Art’s desire I cannot leave behind
Enticing new paintings that flame my mind.
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Contest for Silent One’s Obsession
Double Rhyme Royal 7/23/2017
Checked via howmanysyllables.com
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Man to man
Is so unjust how men suffer
Yes man is the problem of man
Remember one man poison
Is another man food
So who is my friend
Yes who shall i trust
Man betray man
Man kill man
Man make man a slave
Man is jealous too
Is so unjust how men suffer
Man is greedy
Man is powerful yet
Power intoxicate a man
Man is the reason why man cry
Man to man
Is so unjust how men suffer
If only man respect man
Wars will be gone
If man is honest to man
Progress will never disappear in life
If man don’t manipulate man
Men will develop with the truth
If only man respect man
The evils of our generation will be abomination
Man is king
Man is powerful yet
The reason why
man die young relates with
Man to man
Under the heavy sky, pierced by pale light,
I feel waves of silence in my soul,
The modern man, a wanderer within, carries
A thirst for forgetfulness, a hidden talisman.
Buried deep, far from the eternal echo,
Which whispers to him of his own smallness,
An echo clinging to the edges of nights,
A song of eternity in the heart of silence.
We run among the shadows of the day and flee,
From infinite questions in the abyss,
The infinite shows us our insignificance,
Abysses reflecting imperfection.
We seek forgetfulness in noise and light,
Man, wanting to admire himself, refuses
To look toward the starry sky, where stars
Dance the tale of eternity.
We step away from truths, step by step,
That remind us of our own transience.
We seek refuge in noise, distractions,
False victories of the self intoxicate us.
In the silence of late nights, shadows dance,
We meet the thirst for forgetfulness, a river
Flowing in our hearts, searching for the path
To peace that does not truly come.
We carry our burden like lost pilgrims,
In search of an Eden to reflect ourselves
Without fear, to look at ourselves without trembling,
Only in forgetfulness do we find the peace of being nothing.
A world that reminds us of our smallness,
We remain fragile and lost, seeking
The perfect silence that brings us comfort,
In a quietude where we find our peace.
If my life is like a river,
dreams float soft in emerald thoughts,
multi-hued fragrant petals of
amaranth swaying in brisk wind,
budding flowers glistening on
branches, elated, euphoric ~
If my life is a sapphire sky,
dreams wander like rainbow sailboats,
some day they imagined reaching
shores, now gliding gloriously
golden glimpse eternal azure
dreaming makes my entity whole...
love, longing, passionate desires…
hopes intoxicate eager soul,
drizzle of rain on my senses..
birdsongs rouse mosaic of dreams ~
March 30, 2022
A Brian Strand Premier Choice Poetry Contest
Syllables (8 syllables per line) checked by HMS.com
You see her giddy so you go and pour
Another cup of compliments so fine
She sees the letters swish and longs for more
The connoisseur, you know the best “word wine”
Your rhyme Chablis does best intoxicate
Her reason compromised, she leans on you
Your thirst for her tonight you’ll satiate
For you have longed to taste her rosebud dew
She drinks and laughs and lets you kiss her lips
A sigh escapes, all laced in longings deep
Your hands rove up the bounty of her hips
You hope her eyes don't see your lusting s~e~e~p
When you have had your fill, you leave her there
A logophile with heart exposed and bare
Eileen
Raw feeling undiluted,
Raw years of a deep yearning,
One of fulfilment of a role long left vacant,
Let my raw wounds tell a story,
Let them fill my tears with phrases
Like melodic chimes on a winter morning.
Cunning black dilapidate in a ravenous thunder;
My love for you almost poisonous
But permanently tattooed in my heart
Till when will my cries be on mute?
Till when will your love stop being a craving,
A drug needed to intoxicate my once intoxicated heart
You cry but your tears are like daggers,
Conspiring together to tear to shreds a once free flying butterfly
Leaving a raw taste of emptiness
Crinkled up with no hope of a better day
L. Ngema
Form:
Better not to search too deep in the shadows that envelop us in the quest for another realm,
For the panacea offered by illusions and promises remains just a dream of escape,
Anesthetizing us in forgetfulness or finding ephemeral islands in the arms of deceptive love,
Where promises are chains, and the eyes that gaze upon us hide false truths.
To renounce everything, the brainwashing and illusions that intoxicate us with false hopes,
Is like dancing with oblivion, an end of consciousness, an extinguishing of the inner light,
For without a sense of self and identity, any passage to another realm is meaningless,
Day destroys night, and night divides day, in an eternal cycle of searching.
We chased pleasures and dug treasures in places that seemed to belong to us,
But do we still remember the moments we cried, wishing to move beyond,
To step onto the other shore, seeking meaning in a world that spins us in circles,
Where every hour is a stage, every day a spectacle of lost identities.
I found an island in your arms, a country in your eyes, but the chains were hidden,
And the eyes that gazed were just mirrors reflecting untrue stories,
Trying to break free from this illusion, to move beyond, to another realm,
To rediscover and redefine ourselves beyond the barriers of time and space.
A straight, deep, and wide gate awaits us to move beyond to the truth,
To break the chains and embrace the light, to cross to a new beginning,
A leap towards freedom, to a place where the soul can dance free and endlessly,
In a fragile balance between what we are and what we could become, enlightened.
How can one describe a feeling of pure ecstasy, a feeling
Of floating in the clouds, a thrill which wildly energises
You, and detaches you from reality when he says,
I love you.
How can we describe love, it is an overwhelming rush of
Adrenaline, a crazy feeling that makes you feel out of control,
Worldwide, love is alive and thriving, a feel good emotion,
I love you.
There is magic in the word love, like a potion whose ingredients
Intoxicate you, the heavens send out celestial sounds of harps,
As three simple, but forever after words are spoken,
I love you.
The depth and holistic feeling of love sinks deep, pure joy,
It encompasses you, stardust in your eyes, you do not feel steady
Rather somewhat heady, dizzy, euphoric, to hear him say the words,
I love you.
The moon seems so close and big, sparkling with love , you
Tremble with excitement, the heavens dark and the stars brilliant,
an intense contrast, then he kisses you with such electric passion,
I love you.
Your heart by now captivated, you can already feel the two of you
Merging, it starts to rain – thunder, lightning – pyrotechnics light the sky,
You both run for cover, you slip and nearly fall, he grabs you just in time,
I love you.
Get off my cloud
Writing straight from heart,
I fail to stick to form of poetry sometimes,
No wonder I don't place in a contest,
But many caring comments guide,
Sometimes poets laugh at me,
And linguistic agony I do invite,
Want my soul to fly free,
and my pen to move liberal,
Words to align as they wish,
Melody to pick its notes,
And rhyme and set my heart beat,
To the content of the soul!
You intoxicate,
injure the sublime,
Make my heart bleed,
as sharp words pierce,
Enough of attitude,
If can't be a critique,
No matter how I write,
Or live or die,
Hey you !
Just get off my cloud !
Written June 13th, 2015
For SKAT's contest "get off my cloud"
6th place win
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi