Long Moistening Poems
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Rain
Small rain drops are slowly drizzling
just moistening dry grass
Cluster of cloud are only holding
Deep pain in grey mass.
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Heaps of cloud gather on sky
carrying load of water vapor
Strong thunder storms thrash high
Cloud torments bursting in shower.
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Dense black clouds are pouring heavy rain.
The syllable I could not voice so long
is now to be pushed by my eager brain
to you with melodious love song.
12/23/15
Rain poetry contest Fourth Place
Sponsor Silent One
Framed moments zoom, a night of review
as vignettes glide on frazzled woodland
of her mindscape like leaves brushed
in violet before moonlight’s pause.
Every motion, every image bursts
into tints of life- stages...
Embers within her flash: a peachy tot
screaming for jelly ; eighth birthday flops,
escaping from the party clown—
How the mirrors of light enter the marrow
and gracefully recite the stories and poems
from parental death, aborted friendships
to love’s waning kiln. The hum inside her
becomes quiet, awake and fearless...
she inhales dusky breath when musings
fall like twigs and brambles on her bosom.
Yet, the air’s chill hugs her shadow,
moistening her thoughts,
eyes reflecting time's montage...
glassy though amiably refreshed.
It was the feathered purple of a blossoming iris,
kissing the laden air
with trembling lips.
I was awakened by its fragrance,
the newness of its ancient story,
told yet again by a moistening earth
in silvery birdsong.
Sometimes,
I have missed the turning from gelid and motionless
to the softening sway that unerringly follows.
I have been embittered—
brittle and bare as a crooked branch,
scraping a vacuous sky—
but not this time.
This time, the tenderest breeze,
prodded by the fingers of a spreading sun,
finds me waiting—
eyes closed, smile turned eagerly upwards
to greet the renewal
of creation.
Morning Breaks
Madness attended, donning grayish, flowing robes
Over the seductive scent of humid lust,
Rippling through the ghost like flash dance
Needy with the thirst for sun’s fulfillment.
Insatiably moistening pursed, begging, lips
No longer coy vixen, playing cat and mouse but
Greedy harlot - opening – awaiting - seeking
Breath of morning lights false dawn,
Rekindling lust’s longing after sunset affair.
Ecstasy, trembling beneath the thinning robes,
Awaiting the tantalizing touch, the golden
Kiss, the full lipped brush of day’s forgiveness,
Soothing love’s ache as Morning Breaks.
John G. Lawless
6/25/2014
for Francine Roberts
Summer Acrostic contest
This tear So tightly held these salty tears
so tight my eyes squeeze embracing the We like long lost love
and yet you fall, fall with a weight of remembrance returning to the earth
of cares sinking in a fathomless lake of woe moistening it without glaze.
This tear Flicked freely from the corner of mother’s eye
dropping with pointed precision upon pearl white cheek flying momentarily...
or running childishly from the tip on the fingertips of joy
beside a chocolate brown nose. Or in gasps of anguish too great for arms to hold
Circles the world with the bounty of heart…
When released from imprisoned chest
bodes more than woe.
This tear defines the humanity of man.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Personify a Tear
* Do to the 12 line requirement this verse has been altered to be read both left to right and from top to bottom.
The Journey from Crimson
Orange chakra on stage two of the journey perennial sacrum’s waves getting longer
a sensual colour accomplished spraying moistening waters tides and you
the rider surfing growth in lengthening wave swell searching for meaning
riddles comprised enter-prized rising let flow webbed intermingled for
pleasure desire escape from orange agentic mushroom fields of human depravation
longing in what is here for now yet to arrive amber whiling push-pull of senses
Tangerine like Kama Sutra’s challenge in naked nocturnal novel nirvana mirrored
layers of sensual vital living skins the secretions the challenge breathlessness
ascending from carnelian climax from joyful attained building blocks on the path and
unfaltering voyage to peace condensing violence to kindness
27th `July 2016
Rough diamond in the smooth is a theft
Romancing with the dead addressing death
With no intention to join the ones that had left
Yet time is impatiently awaiting their last breath
Some lonely graves lie on top off the hill
Pull down the mound that will never heal
Amen!
If only shiny eyes could see the moistening minds
Moving hands would write of the troubling souls
In every direction best possible to their binds
Covering every noticeable difference as loopholes
My sockets are without eyes
How will I aid, show up Lord, that madness dies
Amen!
Throughout this mess, we live in the blasphemous self-religion
Which agrees to the world's double standard's degree
A blameless morning with belief, black night filled of wizard's legion
Acknowledging the soul's capacity by choice to be free
Nearer to Thee oh Lord forever
Farther away from the worldly fever
Amen!
Through the unclear path to ancient home
Through a lost road to aging fire
Troubled by the visions of my own beautiful Rome
Tying up the gold to coal mining fleshy desire
Where light heals the night barking in the dark
Rides the diamond of another chance to the arc
Amen!
The January good night's love
The chirp of December's morning dove
By the unchanged weather in the sky
A world so beautiful to every graceful eye
Get me to see
The white golden sea
Amen!
A worm's eye view never seems to be a problem
for those who prefer not to be perceived.
I inch along the ground,
cowering in the light
and moistening myself in hallowed raindrops.
The sky clouding over is my perfect afternoon.
Gentle breezes and summer downpours
are the creatures' form of relaxation,
while children cover themselves in the safety of concrete barriers,
These perfectly straight lawns
bordered by paved expanses
are insurmountable obstacles; guaranteed death.
After the rain,
childlike giants scoop us up
and force us to succumb to concentrated beams of sunlight
filtered through magnifying glasses.
For those of a military cast of mind
There are many poems they can find
Which do embellish battlefield glory
In the telling of their story.
But for me there is another field of play
Where merry pleasure is ne'er far away.
Not for me delight in weapons martial
Rather the joy of parts venereal.
Your soft hair framing your face
Your soft lips yielding with grace
And your soft darting tongue lambent
with the sweetness of heaven sent
That elegant and graceful neck I next address
Whereon a gentle peck and soft caress
Lead to the ruby roundels of your swelling areolae
Atop which stand your radiant and pert papillae.
How the gentle smooth curve of your skin
Gently and softly draws me in
Until, as brave as stout Cortes ,
I rest upon Mons Veneris
Nestling in the ***** is
The magic of the ********
Whose caressing works like a charm
To trigger a mighty ******
Then down through those wisps of hair
Until I joyously find where
Your ***** moist and moistening
Do invite my tongue to paddle in
That divine nectar of your welling spring
With legs spread wide signals me come in
To fulfil the passion of our play
And unite in loving ecstasy.
'Twas Ovid with his Ars Amatoria
Explored amoris ars gladiatoria
Wherein your scabbard could sheathe my sword
And that is the purpose of this world.
Where military men are needed
To keep us safe and undefeated
My plea to make love,not war
Is my carmen et error.
God! You see, the bud is out of the ground
It looks so fresh, joyful, warm, and friendly,
For the new meeting with the bright sun
The azure sky, white clouds, and birds flying,
It's happy, it's smiling and singing...
Extracting the vapor slowly gathering,
Moistening and cooling the leaves
God! it's no need to forecast the days
When heavy rain, hail, fog...come over
There surely should have many moments
That the bud has to meet
But, we trust in your name that it bears
And survives any harms by smart avoiding,
Or by bravely facing...
The tenacity of life has been lamenting
Since ancient times, so needs not to worry!
It's weak, it will go through all moments
With sunlights, smoke, haze, wind, and rainstorm...
To harvest fruits, and become tall