Long Moth Poems
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Playfully dancing
around this strange light
like a beacon it shines
on this warm and dark night.
Calling us close
from our summer night flight
as its beautiful radiance
fills all of our sight
and its hypnotic allure
we are unable to fight.
Mindlessly circling
and not understanding of why,
but endlessly around
the strange light we all fly.
Transfixed by its wonder
and a need to get near
but not daring to do so
because it’s our death we all fear.
But its pull is too strong
on the weak minds and their will,
this beautiful strange light
that’s only purpose is to kill
So after many of tries
by the weak and unwise
with a zap and a spark
it takes their short lives
a Moth and a Beetle
even a few fireflies
it saddens us all to hear
their last painful cries.
So cautiously we circle
the light on the wall
until the dawn finally comes
and releases us all
Her iciness gaze ensnared my foolish heart.
I was cast in the role of a comic swing.
Her infectious smile entices my depart.
She led my nervous hand to the Devil's ring!!
I was cast in the role of a comic swing.
Allow me to nosh your savage side, she roars.
She led my nervous hand to the Devil's ring!!
Submit now and brace yourself for a wild floor.
Allow me to nosh your savage side, she roars.
Her touch was thrilling as I sooth her body.
Submit now and brace yourself for a wild floor.
As I drew close to her, I grasped the fury.
Her touch was thrilling as I sooth her body.
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
As I drew close to her, I grasped the fury.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
Devil claims she is a sinner, not a saint.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Her quest was not one to be taken with faint.
Forewarned to her as a moth to a candle.
Her infectious smile entices my depart.
I was dumb fool playing the devil's gamble!
Her iciness gaze ensnared my foolish heart.
Written: April 1st, 2022
MY FOOLISH HEART Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
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Yellow and black zebra long-winged
Butterfly, brought joy when I spied
Three-quarter century life and first I've seen
An internal joy that made my heart sing
One little packet of flower seed
Two plants survived my feeble attempts
From those plants I harvested with greed
Many more giant zinnia seeds to plant
Those zinnias have drawn butterflies
And moths all this hot, long summer
Some days when feeling down, mourning doves cries
Bring sadness and frowns then there's a butterfly
I look out through the kitchen window there
Fluttering and drinking nectar in large numbers
Turquoise hummingbird moth draws me away to plop
Upon the outside chair where dreamy thoughts come in large numbers
Preempt___acquire or appropriate in advance
Written: November 15, 2020
Success is not just being
the best,
it's been so unassisted in a
test.
Success is not been
someone else,
but by making yourself a
role model to everyone else.
Success is not just
academic stability,
it's the mandate to succeed
in every good ability.
Success is not just getting
there first,
it's sometimes needed to
carry the rest.
Success isn't ' i know and
you don't ',
neither is it ' you know and
i don't '.
It always says ' what can
we learn from eachother ',
or ' lets strive to be the best
together '.
Success is not measured
by fames or fortunes,
but by the amendment of
the past misfortunes.
Success has nothing to do
with your age,
neither is it acheived by
lust or rage.
Success is not having all
you want,
but by you appericiating,
cos that will count.
Success is set in motion by
great men,
who have nothing to do wit
bad omen.
success doen't smile and
say ' i have all ',
neither does it laugh and
say ' you don't have at all '.
Success isn't in knowledge
or wealth,
but it's in justice and divine
health.
Success is acheived by
great readers,
who end up being
exceptional leaders.
Success is not a feeling of
superity,
but by a unique character
and humility.
Coupled with hardwork and
determination,
in other to acheive all
dreams and visions.
Success doesn't mean
financial prosperity,
but it means heavenly
security.
To get tn the house of
greatness,
one must walk through the
road of success.
Successful people believe
right from d day of their
birth,
and in that which can't be
destroyed by moth or death.
Her face lit up like a kaleidoscope
of colors as she slowly put it in
her hands and sobs, sweet spring green eyes of hope
crinkles at the corners as her world spins.
She was stunning, with faint flavorful scent
that drew his gaze, like a moth to a flame.
Quite taken with her grace kept his nights spent
in deep reflections on how to lay claim.
In a garden of white roses, he knelt.
He took a deep breath, "Will you marry me?"
Her gaze met his and he saw she would melt
glowing with all the colors of the sea.
Their heart soared with love and joyful wonder
Words said, "I love you, you and no other."
splashes of color
heartiness of emotion
till death do us part
9/10/2017
From the center of my heart, your many lost songs.
From the heart of one single tear.
I am lost like you both apart, one is beating.
Gone from our gentle childhood.
Each wave grew like the sea on us so heavy.
Like me, it is not possible to give it away.
One of my songs does not belong now to me.
However when light is from the moon,
You I found.
And I sitting upright
awake at the evening of rooms.
When one moth goes here and where to high.
The fruit when heavy is to ripe to fall.
I have known of no one like you of that.
Gentle the thorn the red rose never picked.
You are seen healing the hearts of them all.
Shall We Not
Shall we not uncork the wine
and pour a drink or two
Dance barefoot upon the kitchen floor
reminisce the night of Hawaiian beach
when love was young and we were sure
Shall we not dance together
barefoot on the kitchen floor...
Red Eye Gravy
Midnight and the bar is closing
the diner light beacons us
as a moth to flame.
Red eye gravy with biscuits and ham
feast of kings in slight tipsy
Open 24 hours and not many here
the hot coffee black and strong
was tomorrow a work day?
Maybe so, call in sick
got plenty of time...
Short Poem Three
Should write longer poems I guess
but sometimes I like them short
Not much to say but saying it
Just getting to the point
Cold this early morning
frost on the window
A new year
A new day
Put on your shoes and begin.
He was airlifted to another place.
The heath, the dales,
the ridges, the high moors,
they all began to slip away
under throbbing wings.
Occasionally a woman would approach,
a silk moth in the semi-gloom
of a night flight;
he was tucked semi-consciously
into a droning life-support system.
When you are unearthed,
green roots tug,
mud and twigs come with you.
Pools and sediment
make their way as seeds and marsh
traveling as your incubated life.
Places you have slept on,
waded across,
had breezy sex over,
they tether you to a tillage and turf,
of lived experience
even as you fly far from it.
He began to plant bits of himself
into the soil of his new home.
He hid mossy stones amid plastic rocks’
left lichen trails
on the marble floors of shopping malls.
He recreated his own clay
from the sand-shifting soil he found
in an alien loam.
Slowly the land began to own him.
He dug himself into the past
of this remodeled wilderness.
Became a native of rooted and uprooted things.
When he was asked:
'to which country he belonged?'
He would show the dirt
under his fingernails.
In middle America — a small earth tremor,
not enough to scare the cat,
the cat felt it, and it told the mice
who lived in the walls.
"It wasn’t us", they said.
A mess on my desk;
the glass inkpot has toppled,
has spilled deep blue ink
on a sheet of white paper
printing upon it a smudging form,
— moth shaped,
and in the middle
a human figure– a man-moth.
I thought of ripple effects,
how all things run to the middle
when danger threatens.
I thought of Rorschach cards
and the anatomy of meaning.
Across the mid-point of the rug
the cat has fallen asleep.
The ink-image
tries to weakly crawls away,
its wet wings drooping.
I gently nudge it back to the middle,
eventually the ink dries and stiffens.
Quote: When the energy of love dulls the longing for decay, the earth is at peace. By Poet
Welkin' yarns require seer tears to slump
I sought the draped orb for aid by a glance
Adam will gnaw rite apples, yet scorn stump
Bitter truth was rousing in a harsh trance
Cyclone wreaked havoc; made him prance and dance!
I'm snared in a trap of rough arms that's deep
Through vague shrubbery my gazes, they sweep;
Gray decay is dry stash of flawed niceness
Moth mouth sang a sonnet, as slant wolves weep
But trust fulfills the most swaddled calmness.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 1st, 2022
D Forms - Dizain- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France