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Residue

Residue 

Wrapped in cellophane and ribbon 
mocking burned down evergreens
Screaming at the shadowed walls
as nightmares spurn your toxic dreams

Lurking near the bottles filled with 
endless empty molten fears
Dampening the diapers as a 
mother cries her countless tears

Broken weave of tattered sleeve behind the darkness to believe
That midnight forms what we conceive in moments cast to only grieve 

                              We’ll go dancing nightly
                              in the attic
                              while the moon is rising
                              in the sky

                              If I’m too drunk tell me,
                              I’m so scared your little
                              head will come off
                              in my hands

What the heck did you expect for just a speck, a tiny fleck
Now hit the deck you wretched wreck as long ago we did suspect

Counting money residue on 
blackened smoldered fingernails
As billion dollar babies sing 
in toothless whining rancid wails

Toddlers of the devil’s creed wear 
shiny plastic floating eyes
Now staring at you while you sleep
these monsters gather in disguise


This poem was inspired by one of my favorite songs, 
Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”
The italicized lines are lyrics from that song. Here is a link to the song: https://youtu.be/6sD8sO0B97I
And in case you didn’t know, the other voice you’ll hear singing on the song is Donovan (Mellow Yellow)
Form: Rhyme


Nothing Lasts Forever

“And when your fears subside and shadows still remain”

Dark places floating in rear view mirror journeys
on empty highways, slick and cold but in the past
Within my hand I hold you, warmth finds the place,
leaving behind the sorrow on leaf covered shoulders

“I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame”

Taken upon my soul, those incisions of pain, deep
Draped on heavy sighs and forward motions
Cast aside, tossed for loss, rendered useless
and my heart sings for you, come to me for I shall love you
 
“So never mind the darkness we still can find a way”

Shrouded in worry, clouded escapes stood firmly
Together we can draw back these curtains, embroidered blankets,
revealing the next hillside spilling a sunrise
in bright smiles and good memories rejoicing

“'Cause nothin' lasts forever, even cold November rain”


***Italicized lines are lyrics from Guns n Roses "November Rain"

This was inspired by Christy Stover's poem "I can't hear you"

Italicized, Bold, Underlined

She boldly merges her tabs slowly to my left
I undo my last move but redo her last breath
Therefore, not an imitation, simply a re-creation
Her soul’s solidification of my interpretation
Which was copied and pasted to my interface
While creating a free space, instituting a page break
Forming a shortcut to the top of my desk
Graphically displaying degrees of her loveliness
Thus, the user is blessed
And must no longer stress about living in duress
Underlining life’s text
Italicizing its meaning, portraying its purpose
She aligns with the right
While her left is justified
AS HER FONT SHINES WITH PRIDE
All lines bold, underlined, and italicized,
All reviews and checks final, but only with my consent
For together our document is complete, I’m simply waiting for it to print

Premium Member DARK DEBONAIR CHEERS

Despite your proclivity for the dramatic,
your latest love saga limps barren of marrow.
Perhaps your heart’s unfruitful seeds need a harrow,
lest your spent nuance-fields shrivel up traumatic.

You brag and attest that cupid well tends your quest,
leaving raw, arrow-clad women piled as discards.
You secretly fear lust might pulse your heart to shards,
yet with temerity, you divest, then detest.

Wimpy-lame best names your decrepit armature.
You feel sure you have sent many down pain’s vortex.
You think yourself debonair and worldly complex,
but such false cheers just you hear in dark’s aperture.











written for contest that required the italicized words be used

Alive Wreath Hardy Laurels

Nope!, this aint a
     (non) commercial
     Christmas plug for ye,
nonetheless, a greeting
     of joie de
     vivre buttressed with
     (wreath) in this ole
     foreign nicked saint wannabe

awash with spiritual
     awakening unexpectedly
     alighting boosting, and catapulting,
     the mood of this
     dog gone intro
     spective atheistic he
then for merely "actively listening,"
     sans texting to me,

(thine youngest daughter) hook
     confided a circumstance,
     that found her teary
eyed, whereat papa (meself)
     galvanizing enervating,
     and bold facing
     (italicized optional),
     a decades long glee

(son) doting dada, (me)
hood did earlier today
      underwent spiritual reawakening
     experience, where poignant see
movie ling ushered
     emotional concessions prithee
lee transcending, and super see
ding ordinary ho-hum

     (oh so yesterday...)
psychologically (or psychically)
     escalating euphoria juiced being
     a humble papa 
     yes sir re:
vicariously afflicted when,
     Shana Aubrey (said
     nineteen year old pro genie),

(who lives under
     auspices of mine
     kid sister in
     Bend, Oregon – Voluntarily)
painfully shared her recent
     (first) beaming, blooming,
     and budding romance
     rendered null and void

primarily duet who wah
     bajillion geographical miles
from Colchester, Great
     Britain, where she
(mine offspring) under
     parental care of thee

guardian (angels) Shari Todd,
and George Andrew Dunning
     supreme qual lit tee
aunt and uncle respective lee)
spent propitious year,
     whence har mo' knee
me lass struck up,
     and young lad o' a louver she

discovered without visa vis,
where, the young chap (Zak)
     broke off (figuratively smote) long
     distance elle la gee.

Gnome hatter at my helpless state
hive hilt that being privy at any rate
which parental aye deed eek quate
with darling daughter as a mature primate.
Form: Ode


I'M Ready

I’m ready


“Walking down this rocky road”

Pebbles stare like boulders
Detouring my thoughts
Blocking motions to feel
Curbed by jagged ridges breathing

“Wondering where my life is leading”

Checking the map for intersections
Wanting to find some sense of truth
Written on an overpass
In graffiti spray paint dreams 

“Rolling on to the bitter end”

Following the signs
Watching my sneakers tear
Exposing flesh to the elements
Of wandering longings

“Finding out along the way”

That things don’t last forever
But where the shadows sit
From the lost, the new
Are waiting in the cool shade telling

“What it takes to keep love living”

And I listen, learning which each painful step
Dragging my emotions behind me
In a knapsack of desires
Whispering out of breath

“You should know how it feels, my friend”

It is enlightening, burden lifting
When I finally realized
Someone is waiting at the end of that road
For me because…

“I am ready for love”



**The italicized lines are lyrics from Bad Company’s song “Ready for love”

Premium Member Night of Dread

Night of Dread

“Halloween” night – “descending” “gloom” –
  Lost in a forest of “living” “silhouettes”
Tangled branches obscure the skies
In veils of opaque ebony blackness
As phantoms of thick “dread”
Rise
From “open” crypts of “darkness”
Where “walking” echoes chant elegies of doom
 And set a pounding heartbeat’s panic
  As “creepy” creeping ghostly fingers
  Graze the naked neck
To claw at crushed leaves
 That snap like brittle bones
  Under panicked feet
Looking – 
  Frantic searching - 
For escape from this twisted labyrinth
  Of screaming angst,
   Where prowling wraiths with cold lips of frenzy
    And souls lost to the daylight
Breathe from exile, musty breaths
 In fogs on vanishing paths of vertigo
And torpid lethargy
Until ascendent midnight 
Lifts up this vale of fainting frights with moonlight,
Shadows glinting through bare boughs,
For All Hallows Night.

10-25-22
Contest: Halloween 14-30 Lines  - 27 Lines
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Use ten words as written: creepy, descending, silhouettes, gloom, darkness, living, open, walking, Halloween, dread.
Chosen words italicized.

Of This I Write, Hope, Dream

Lying here between the folds of an uncaring sheet
A thunderous blustery evening calls me from sleep
Tracing shadows on dark walls through desperate eyes
Counting minutes on a clock’s reflective markings 

Rain drips from altered eaves steadily, slowly falling
In syncopated patterns on damp grass clippings
Teasing my mind in the endless possibilities
Of what my desires, even at this hour plead

Your image finds me, still and silent
Questions come in long sentences 
Breaking down dreams of distance church bells
Wondering if we truly could be, together 

Will you ever find love again, could you
In the arms of one who imagines your beauty
Tastes your lips in midnight thoughts
Feels your skin on chilly twilight sighs

Of this I write, not because it is who I am
But because it is what I was meant to be
Poetically entwined, metaphorically wrapped
Draped upon your heart in phrases of collected verse

Read aloud as a smiling sun approaches
Whispering your name over the horizon’s wonder
Echoing of this affection that drains my soul
And longs to breathe you for the very first time 

From my pen flows lonely ink
In lace-like frilly fonts of an italicized nature
Curling around these words penned in the dark
Hoping you see, hoping you read, hoping…………

Fly Away

Fly Away


“Seagull, you fly across the horizon”

Parallel dreams and sifted thoughts
on an amber thread, thin as the beliefs
once found as hope, now falling
beneath sorrowed wings, gliding


“Into the misty morning sun” 

Through hazy eyes and broken hearts,
tarnished memories flow within this dawn
as you fade off in the distance,
soaring ever higher, disappearing into the east 


“Nobody asks you where you are going”

Silence fills the maze that is your mind, leaving you
staring at dead ends and fractured turns,
as the realization that you didn’t matter
forms on clouds of whispering truths…no one cares


“Nobody knows where you're from”

And in the end, you are not sure yourself
from where you once came, a blotted image
on empty shorelines of tangled debris
which you easily have forgotten, as you as well will be


“And you fly away…”


Written with the help of lyrics (italicized lines)from Bad Company's song “Seagull”  One of my faves.

Love With Unbridled Passion

We may not have the ability to find words
that match the intensity of being in love ~
the overwhelming happiness and emotion
that most of us long for, and dream of.

Sage poets of old wrote in their lines divine ~
Where love burns desire is love's pure flame.
Drink me with thine eyes, I'll pledge with mine, 
a passion so unbridled, nothing will ever tame.

Love should forever be an adventurous journey
bridged with magical moments in exotic places
sharing intimate whispers of our desire and lust
and adoring looks of joy upon our sated faces.

Your look opens me like blooming petals of a rose
as tenderly you hold me beneath a moonlit sky.
It's then we meld, soul meets soul on lover's lips
and each caress leaves us breathless with a sigh.

You made my heart abandon its dwelling place
and nevermore will it be capable of returning.
It echoes in the beating chambers of yours,
a flame that you kindled and will keep burning.

I love you because the Earth turns round the sun
so if things on earth may be to heaven resembled, 
then it must be a paradise on earth we've found.
We're bound in love, both joined and assembled.

Let not the gleam of moonlight, nor of sunlight dim
without words of love spoken in adoring synonym.
As Earth spins in harmony around the flaming sun,
we rise and fall together; two hearts joined as one.

August 21, 2022
The Meaning of Love Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon

*In order, italicized lines are based on quotes from:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Ben Johnson, 
E.E. Cummings, Percy Bysshe Shelly, John Clare, 
Nikki Giovanni, and Aphra Behn
Form: Rhyme

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