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The sunlight is still bright but lesser
Than those in the summer dawns
The temperature still rises but weaker
And slower like it was haunted
The coldness was sent by the wind with the rustling sound
Green has still remained on the leaves of the grass though
but on their tips yellow and dryness has already hung
Frost looked cold and shining off-screen white
Birds sang irresistibly but felt a bit numb
while the wind plumed harp tune high
Time is as spacious as earth or sky
But the dreams cannot be exactly kept
Wild geese start to go their southern home
By making an array fly
Someone like me in their middle ages
Will face the desolate circumstances
As the late autumn morning said
A portrait of you
When I wake up in the morning
From the night shadows yearning.
And the final star going out of sight
I saw a portrait of a lady in the moonlight.
As dawn dew descended from the sky
I hear the fluttering of a floating butterfly.
Its elegance reminds me of the portrait of you,
Pressed against the sun coming through.
Like a cascade of flames glowing irresistibly
You are brimming in the stillness of mystery.
like the sound in my heartbeat of raindrops,
Your face paints a portrait in a thousand spots.
I think of you as the air that surrounds me,
The scent and sound and vision I see
in you, the existence of a future destiny to be.
In summers hazel glaze peasant field,
with my sword, my horse, and my shield.
embracing the times and the tools of fate.
this beautiful engagement we celebrate.
The time of your existence has the bloom
And frame the portrait painted in the room,
With Pieces of places in the best of earth,
the portrait shows beauty worth.
The God that has created all things
knows all that He has indeed done
nothing can be hidden from His mind
the dark night to the rising of the sun
He who planned our eternal salvation
in ages past before the world began
knows that day when we are drawn
to be spiritually among His godly clan
So in God's calling us to Himself
sends His spirit to irresistibly draw
partakes His grace to our very souls
saving us from penalty of the law
This is our comfort so assuring
God individually knows His own
for them Jesus came and died
that for their sins He did atone
('The Lord knows those who are his' 2 Timothy 2V. 19)
from birth until this moment with your family as supporting team
the journey within your space/ time continuum stream
found trials and tribulations comprising the spool o yar existential ream
some incidents assessed in retrospect might now appear
as particularly significant undertakings – getting you grounded with clear
insight into what future dreams may become manifest with yar dear
beloved husband – I aver to when ye will endure empty nest fair
lee soon, whereby yar life will constitute andy and his anatomical gear
whose cupidity, fidelity, integrity, levity, opportunity, runneth tranquil
tiding up for gatherings or packing with his efficient globe trotting skill
bubbling with energy, harmony, synergy through his confluence he rill
lee doth possess – in my humble opinion, though less to take quill
to paper, him this brother in law applauds how he accepted any bitter pill
i.e. figuratively when the fickle finger of fate seemed to obscenely mill
a tate a contrary outcome than he desire, a fighting esprit de corps did fill
his entire being – putting forces of destruction re: no longer threat of evil
which waywardness with this poetic intent to type a birthday cheer
sans thy lovely sister activated thoughts pertaining to positive people dear
as senescence shuttles thine youngest harris heiress who everywhere
she goes affects a blessedly diplomatic, friendly holistic imprimatur
and thus tis probably apropos to attempt to communicate with mere
crude symbols i.e. the 26 letters of the alphabet to formulate the near
wrist approximating her significance in me xy z lived life a prayer
and many a broken wing, but tis necessary 4 me 2 expunge – though rear
the positive presence (most often invisible) whence shari did tear
out from the birth canal even at that early infantile stage did wear
autonomy to evince can do spirit whereby she irresistibly insinuated an air
that inexplicably captivated family, friends, romans….with no blare
ring burst, but she exhibited a magnetic trait – I now heartily cheer
cuz many stepping stones to mine current ah fair
rooted tuber remembered per the unsolicited advice aye did hear
when oft times shuttered in this man cave, hell lair
re: us lee chuckling at online jokes, which laugh tier
medicine for this bot deed father, a pro motor still sputtering each year.
Tornado of words
I will let out triumphantly
In golden numbness
Sweetly fluttery
Tornado of word claws
Charmingly elusive
And irresistibly inevitable
In the ingenious maintenance
Of the pathos of hurricanes
With Einsteinian speed
With a golden medallion
Of Almighty’s suggestion
A campaign of superlatives
Bending in my place
Flooding the space
Loose braid ’s strands
Freed from archaism
Of a snobbish ponytail
Burned by love spontaneously
Swiftly sacrificially virtuously
I accept awards of Omnipresence
Know, every tiny particle
Of cosmic beauty is related
To a jubilant of
The planetary wonder
Scattering its seeds
Shaking grass,
Trees and reeds
In the fierce tempest
Of furious tornadoes
Pious heavenly rocks
In the hail of tectonic rebellion
Viziers mounted at attention
Possessed sinners circled
In the earthquake’s jubilation
In this titanic thunderstorm
The diligent angels
Emptying their cups of wrath
And the murderous scorpions
Stretching the strings of death
Burning poisonous
Message garlands
Shooting stinging
Sharpened arrows
Into the drowning world
That shallow serpent venom
A Bestial roaring lion
Full of abomination
Ending with lamentation:
„Hallelujah Glory
For the most holy
„Love” called
Heartbreaking allegory”
VietNam Sniper
It seems that the night lingers then departs clawing
for one more minute, but in a vain attempt to defeat the sun.
The encumbered fog groans and gently rises from
The ground to allow fixed eyes to see with piteous
recognition, the bushes that hide death.
Then as he probes, a shadow appears, then the black of the VC.
A thousand fears reach down to tear at his stomach yet,
that faceless body is grained, too late to question his mind.
The weapon jumps, down its barrel, a moan in silence.
Blood reaches down to paint its crimson stain on the ground.
He knows it’s there, the blood is spent.
Now, the weeping, something has died in him.
As for training he might have laughed.
They never trained him for this.
He thought it was just a target.
He knows, the truth is told, the pity of war, the truth war brings.
He lays there retreating into silence, retreating to hide behind
a wall. eyes see yet, not seeing.
ears hear yet, not hearing. The air is so still that he feels the vortex of his being sucking him slowly, irresistibly into himself.
They do not speak, no need, they both know.
He holds his spirit in for surely, it will leave too.
He bleeds where there is no wound.
It seems that he escaped down a long, dark canyon, only
to return moments later by blood thumping in his brain. He returns to his training as feelings are pushed back and he feels
his indifference replacing his thoughts and again it's a target, a face in the dark, a target and not real. The trace of a tear is all that remains. It is wiped away
my time is torn with thoughts of love
labors worn from pretending
things i wish to come
hopes tied up in the labyrinth
of my mind
wishes all used up
prayers running out of time
writing lots of poetry using the line
"a relentless search to find"
the other half of myself, all mine
The One
the want, the need, the answer to my greed
who? is the question the quest is launched for
what? is the subject. irresistibly amore
i cannot quell this instinctive quarry
it must go on for eternity
until i feel whole
only then will i reach my goal
when? you know the answer is always now
where? anywhere
How? with all my heart and everything
i have
with quick wit and foolishness to make her laugh
with repetitious revisions or romantic gestures
with elocution of vows and phrases
make her believe the end of my days is
when she leaves me alone
Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun
The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched
Searches for a wayside tree of gratification
To provide the satisfying shade of success.
The fulfillment of deep desire of irresistible love
I irresistibly desire from the core of my heart
Subsumes seamlessly the passionate hedonism
That takes me to the ambit of enticing impulse.
Chasing mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
Hope lost of taking life to the illusion of oasis
As sand storm of setback brews in the horizon
I enter the awareness realm to surpass crave.
The insight restrains the demanding dreams
Lest these plunge to languish in life’s abyss
Push the self to the destructive domain of fear
At the disappearing edge of the ebbing hopes.
My mind then develops special skill of courage
Cultivates aspirant ability to evade the urge
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction
As I feel aversion sprout from the seed of desire.
________________
September 30, 2022
Contest : Desire And Aversion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Of My (Lenovo External) Computer Screen
Within mere nanoseconds,
(or less than an instagram ming
kickstarter reddit snap,
chat ting shutter
fly), this bopeep
awakens (i.e. ascends) beep
ping from, a pseudo steep
descent transcendental
restorative meditation,
(though there be
unREM burr hubble
dream times re:
viz zit ting me
"Max C. Mum" security creep
right after headroom gets
shut-eye as
requisite upkeep
whereat, I still feel fluky,
junky, and yucky,
sans like the Cisco kid)
ready to be
tossed on scrapheap,
and wanna get
right back asleep
this, no matter
e'en if temporarily
feel rested, and cheap
per after doze'n
(ala bright tailed, sheep
push, and bushy eyed),
primed to leap,
over historically
fattened dustheap,
nonetheless this ole baby
boomer purportedly reap
aired awakens from deep
slumber, yet suddenly without
warning internal forces
overpowering, qua in
tense gravitational pull
immediately pulling slip
ping vacuuming
suction yanking me (a dude
dill ling Yankee) helplessly,
irresistibly back into zzz
top land of Honah Lee
courtesy of Sleepy's
easy chair holy jeep
pers, analogous to Uriah Heap,
when clear out the blue...
(screen of death), what should
appear without a clue,
but hypersomnia (excessive daytime
sleepiness) heavy as an Emu
pursuing with full force
like gang (lion) busters goo
goo wing nsync with
Doctor Zeus then stopping,
cuz Horton hears a hoo
cryptic message loo
wuss lee translated
(by Alaska Natives
holed up in their igloo)
essentially means view
pixels will unwittingly woo
spell bind and forever bind you
to a flickr ring cursor
and aux com1 (an ex port)
whatsapp pining
to the human zoo.
Eddy lives in the gullibility and cohesibility of a gritty city
Between assimilability civility reality and triviality
Here Eddy’s senility is merely an eligible technicality
A wink of eccentricity fragility debility futility impossibility risibility
Still under that mighty illusion of invincibility virility and viability
Invisibility’s equivalent to gentility favouring stability and incredulity
Eyes void of deceptibility infallibility predictability divisibility
Eddy is still irresistibly witty with intelligibility bordering geniality
The indelibility of his ability versus disability for agility and flexibility
Gives Eddy eligibility admissibility accessibility feasibility visibility and divisibility
Implicit credibility whimsicality spirituality frivolity and squeezability
Eddy believes there’s no margin for self-pity when you own a pretty itty bitty kitty
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 to contest ALLITERATION POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND