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When splendor of love spun dreams ecstatic
Musings of fantasy waltzed joyous themes
On blossoms of meadows in prime of spring
And giggles of streams donning green prairies
I felt your presence my eager beats crooned
When halo of the moon ravished our mood
As melodic rhythms inflamed doting hearts
And voice of hot passion blazed our romance
You were sweet life that I cheerfully claimed
And I was to you what your triumph meant
But feelings euphoric soon lost their edge
When in winds of change vows of youth drifted
I saw you go there where lonesome souls cry
Where emotions despised strife of pale sighs
When day’s silence often filled awkward void
And haze of nights we spent gazing gray skies
When dawns soon arose enveloped in shroud
Love too got masked, cloaked in stygian clouds
And allure, once acclaimed, began to fade
As contempt of sameness dwindled our flames
As you leave this dream, dear, you know it too
No longer the birds choose to croon your tune
They are searching someone they loved and knew
The one they once wooed, who used to be you
January 27, 2021
Poem of the day on January 28, 2020
Placed 1st: Watered-down juice poetry contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Ten syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
We remember
We remember
we could follow swifts while winging
to and fro across clear skies.
We could hear each bird when singing
and watch them as they hopped nearby.
We remember
we could hear the humming of the bees,
dipping from each flower to flower,
and winds soft whistling through the trees,
soft patters of the passing shower.
We will remember
newspapers dropped beside the doorstep.
Coins in wallets, not spent in shelf bare shops.
Starred skies above the darkened silhouette
of quietened city’s roofline tops.
We had forgotten
steel on steel of trackside screeches,
clack as wheels pass down the track.
Commuting trains more crowded coming,
traffic's roar now creeping back.
We had forgotten
approaching engine's growing sound
making garden talk retreat,
while overhead the turbine's pound
reverberates right to our feet.
We will not forget
each new day's total death toll tally,
and urgent pleas for ppe.
The clapping at each Thursday rally
with neighbour's distant waving greet.
Today while walking
comes the sound of distant coughing,
someone moves to cross the street.
Youngsters sunbathe, huddled, laughing,
neighbours stop to smile and greet,
another, masked, maintains six feet.
.
The new normal says:
to pluck a flower without getting in trouble,
do it from a bunch,
'cause the crowd covers the action;
it retains the innocence.
A lie—
a masked tool,
surrounded by many words,
easy to make anyone a fool.
Best way to present any stupid thing cool.
But when it embeds on our tongues,
so sticky,
it won't leave.
Who first needed it?
Why couldn't truth fit?
Perhaps it's the fear
to see those expressions
when they hear
what the actual words are.
They might find it sour.
But the actual event is uncarved;
no one knows what truly held.
Why not serve a different tale
everyone wants to willingly hear?
The plan succeeded.
No one knew.
It felt like a weapon;
the word spread among a few.
The legacy continued.
"It's self-defense," they argued.
Reality depletes,
the façade highlights.
No one can prove
if you lied.
To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune
to your illusive m a n t r a s,
recited in roseate refrains.
I’ve learned to see
the vermilion
f l o a t i n g
between venomous
pigments of
psychedelic sunsets
For life is a whirlpool
of uncertainties
slithering through
l o o p h o l e s of adversities
We waltz through
h i g h s and l o w s
while masked foes
orchestrate a
a circus embellished
in emerald s p r i n g s
Yet, I f o r g i v e
your i g n o r a n t skies,
unable to grasp
the vision of loyalty
You’ve long been
preaching in
verses of lyrical lies,
soaring above
catastrophic canopies~
draped with my
sentimental s i g h s
this conscience remains
constantly crippled
by the ecstasy of
poisonous promises~
served from
diamond chalices
once upon
a blood m o o n
There’s still
a pearlescent
shore for faithless
footprints in the
island of h e a l i n g
in the marine bed
of softness
that f l o w s
beneath seething seas,
there I’ll sculpt a
lagoon of
p r a y e r s across
fire corals that
f l i c k e r
in tints of
lethal lime green
As I allow aquatic
pearl ruffles to ripple
through weary waves,
they become the
sacred v e s s e l
that unveils
hyacinth stars,
when your heart is
as dark as the
eclipsed moonflowers
Tonight, I’ll rewrite
the poems I’ve woven
from golden arrows
that assassinated
the alliterative tranquility
in sinister silence
within my inner psyche
In the journey of revival
I’ve mastered the art
of wearing pain
like a crown of
thistles and thorns
I’ll forgive you
amidst unspoken apologies,
and e r a s e the
a c h i n g colors
within greying rainbows,
behind your
soulless eyes.
For, I can feel the
insecurities r u s h i n g
through those veins~
longing for an empathetic
empire that
serves you
k i n d n e s s
So take these metaphors,
make them yours,
ink them across
your s u n l e s s canvas,
and r i s e beyond the
demons that lurk
as shadows within
your a r t l e s s heart.
May the light of twilight,
correct your insincere intentions.
The sun sank on the transit,
took away colors of the chameleon sky,
the masked face of clever craft
made me walk on the dark garden path.
In the sinister night of broken dreams,
I didn’t hear the footfall of evil.
The devious intent prowled to devour,
as the facade dissolved in darkness.
In the desolate domain of feral fright,
on the murky ground under dreary sky,
as the creature of night you crept,
stalked the haunted me, I couldn’t hide.
A nightrider you slithered from the wild,
unmasked, you morphed into a brute.
Unsuspecting predator on the hunt,
as sinister sly animal of sin you lurked.
With arcane acumen of trickster devil,
as sordid silhouette of menace you crawled
stealthily into the quintessence of my being,
sucked the sublime ambrosia of my soul.
_______________
September 24, 2022
Contest : One From The Dark Side
Sponsored by : John Lawless
Ted -Beloved Gift
We have walked so many roads together
Through sunny afternoons on dusty pathways with the breeze;
Traveled many miles through your fourteen years
To grassy fields of dogs shows where you became a champion;
Now the minutes and the miles - precious memories -
Playing Sandy in a production of Annie - never missed a cue;
To carry with me as I go my way
Your joy for life my forever companion;
You taught my heart the music of a love song
As you jumped up each day to greet me with a wet kiss;
Then sang each word to leave it in my heart
With a wagging tail in a celebration of perpetual motion;
When my road gets long, I will sing your song
Of chasing squirrels and toys - rolling over to scratch your back on the lawn;
Remembering my gift of God
Theodore Edgar Bear - your name means gift of God;
Now the time for us to part on an August day
Too soon to go our separate ways;
I pray that as you close your loving eyes
You hear your creator say to you;
Beloved - I cherish you - creation of my heart
Beloved - Precious one - Good and faithful friend.
For Hullabaloo the Masked Man - Champion Soft Coated Wheaten Terrier - Mr. Ted
The best melodies are found in the darkest places.
Fire that crackles light into every life,
Waves that roar in the night,
Stars that twinkle brightness in a sky of gloom.
The light that is weary of silence.
A soft touch that erupts in the soul,
The rage enclosed by the sound of emptiness.
In sends a chilly whisper, through ice sickle tongues.
It gets hard to fight, the burning impassions,
It comes closer and closer, stomping its way,
Swiftly and gracefully, grazing through me, over-powering,
A horrid, bone-chilling, shriek then,
Poof.
The monster is gone, hearing a pin drop could have made it leave.
My fears are gone, my hearts pounds, hands sweating, I grasp my face,
Feeling my ears, I smile, I’m grateful for that sound
It’s like magic; it masked the monster it created,
The sound of magic has fallen to my ears and,
It will now serve and protect.
The Teflon Queen
That Hillary Clinton- our own Teflon Queen-
or others might say- just a harsh 'queen of mean'?
Mistakes and misdeeds disappear quite unseen
by blinded supporters who think she's pristine.
Whitewater's long scandal was never resolved-
and Travelgate, Filegate- two more never solved.
With Teflon's smooth coating, so thick, undissolved-
she slipped right on by- that she was not involved.
Along with Vince Foster- we add forty-five
who met their sad death, possibly did contrive-
for each had a tie to the Clinton 'beehive'.
Go search out the Web for the facts that survive.
Ambassador killed, with the details opaque-
upsetting it was when this sad news did break.
Benghazi, her nightmare- not her piece of cake!
Her answer- "What difference now does it make?"
Ignoring Chris Stevens' "please help" all along,
so boring to her- that annoying singsong.
She turned a blind eye! But slick Teflon stayed strong.
And then, once again, she slid out of a wrong.
And, what of those missing emails- such a shame!
It was a no brainer- she should take the blame.
Her server was wiped- with a cloth- she did claim!
"She's innocent"- followers blindly proclaim!
None other than power and glory- her needs,
so evident in her self-gaining, masked deeds.
The Clinton Foundation grows with stealthy seeds
of donors repaid for cloaked greedy misdeeds.
She slipped through the cracks for unethical acts,
but still to this day, blames all others with facts
for losing her throne- from the truth, she distracts.
To stop Teflon Queen, voters' choice now impacts.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Realistic Hillary Clinton Poem (it is NOT positive)
Sponsor: Michael Wegman
Judged: 05/09/2019
I've been depressed lately and that's not really how I do things.
I try to be happy I try to be brave I try to be dependent.
hears what I really am,
I'm depressed/ sad, weak, unreliable.
I try to appear strong but all I am is broken.
I smile through the hard times because I wasn't tough it was okay to cry I thought you had to be strong so I masked everything for so long and its finally came out.
I feel like a baby when I'm almost 18 I don't feel validated and that's fine right?
I'm not okay and I'm learning slowly that's okay.
but I'm not okay and I want it to go away all the pain I hide under my smile I want it all to disappear....
is that's so bad to wish something could no longer be part of you I want my emotions gone then I wouldn't have the problems I have now.
I just feel pain all the time I don't really want to die but it sounds like the best option sometimes, I've asked to be put with a professional experience to help me but I just got pushed to the side.
I've got mommy and daddy problem I'm messed up in the head and just don't understand why anyone would care about me.
The sands of entropy in chaotic times,
settle on the shelf of the disorganized life.
In moments wafting with the dispersed dust,
the truth of belief in turmoil oscillates
in the ruffling surge of mayhem.
In the efflux of errant disarray,
everything changes in nonplussed instants.
The mystifying alchemy of metamorphosis
reveals the real façade of intuition,
reflectively masked.
In the squall of divesting consternation,
the disheveled mind in a state of confusion
splinters the leitmotif of emotions.
The confounded cascade of disquiet
drifts them to the misty oblivion.
Yet, when the palace of sands
on the shore of yearning tumbles down,
the psychic waves of feelings
break with the tune of fading ecstasy,
composing the music for the memory,
partly cloudy.