Long Napes Poems
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Toward Spring the Men Withdraw
Toward spring the men withdraw the peak of absence unbound with
roots above the mouth a few pull back some sand in a great hatred
of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof we don't even know how hot
it is but in fields in the cool others of their weakness strike them you float
at the ceiling we silence them but how can they not hear us in their harsh light take us from
Arms of our ugly ones wean us we are bad girls out of necessity we silence even
daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy of the world in which we spin accompanied
and cheerful take ribbons from our napes out of necessity we cannot undress
from insensible colors we don't even know how hot it is refuse us from fingers the hands
burning in their certain electrocution we came by car with eyes open
Each before a cat drew us your gentle principle which we
felt very badly we filled spaces away from you we unpeeled the air from eyes
our ugly ones you realize we withdraw in chaos multiple who kept you
in mind you cannot also kill us it's all different we rise orderly like some
remembered axes the donors we unbury above the ceiling toward spring
The men withdraw the peak of absence with roots above the mouth a few
pull back sand in a hatred of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof
we don't even know how hot it is in fields in the cool others strike them you float at
ceiling we silence them in their harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones wean us
we are bad girls we silence daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy we are cheerful
Take ribbons from our napes we don't undress from insensible colors how hot
it is refuse us the hands burning in the certain electrocution we came by
car eyes open each before the cat drew us the gentle principle we
felt badly we filled spaces we unpeeled the air from eyes you realize
we withdraw in chaos multiple we kept you in mind don't kill us it's different we
Rise orderly like some remembered axes the donors we unbury above
the ceiling and the men the peak of absence with roots on mouth pull back sand in
the hatred of drought the fire climbs off them we don't even know how hot it is in the cool others
strike them we float at ceiling we silence in the harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones
wean us bad girls we silence daddy we kick de-rhythm cheerful ribbons from the nape
I was a seed in soil
snugged in the womb of my Mother Nature
ready to shine under rays and rain
to sprout my fruit and shake my leaves
to grow a thick spine and wrinkle under heat
to greet the wind under waltz and words
until the breeze whispers me to sleep.
Let me be nurtured by the elements
in chaotic destruction
in scenic growth
for my earrings to hang low
on the branches of my cherry tree.
Low, so animals may eat
Low, so they may pick
choosing the ones they desire most.
I was a pearl in their world of oysters
tucked in a bed of pleasures
rested in an ocean of treasures,
crafted
to be selected
for the beauty of riches
strung from lace
on the napes display
attracting the eyes of suitors and the envy gaze.
I was a root
ripped from my youth
and all my innocent fruits
fell from heights of doubt
and begat the chance to sprout
again and again had I prayed
for a dove or another love to come my way
in a dream or from above
i’ll sit in your garden of bluff
i promise to not move a single grove
just tell me i’m beautiful once more
just before i have no choice but to rot.
Writers of the dark
Sisters they are three
Tales of darkened horror
To scare the light from thee
Vampires of the night
Haunting the living souls
To lure them from their light
As there intention slowly unfolds
Gray mist begins to rise
Around their eerie crypts
Three maidens from the night
White laced, fleshes ripped
Vampiring ghouls
In scarlet greed
Napes and neck
Frenzied feed
Fuelled of blood
As the dawn matures
Their nightly feast
From their hypnotic lures
The sun rises
On the living morn
As the vampiric three
Retire to death norm
Stay in at night
Lock your doors
The Sisters three
The De La Keurs
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“In serene nature the sailor in me sails on winds of ecstasy
toward divine tranquility.” – By Poet
In the enchanting emerald landscape
the terrain undulates like jade waves
in the panorama of pristine cadence,
the entrenched elegance of earthen embrace
shapes a serene lake.
Sublimely sprawling and sparkling,
its radiant sapphire face looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced by its reflection.
The serenading southern breeze
whispers a mesmerizing music
to the dancing ripples,
waltzing toward the supine shore
with intensely passionate rhythm.
The glitter of the rising sun
shines on the slithering shadows of trees,
lining the contours of the bending banks,
imaged on the tranquil fluid mirror.
The wavering lotus leaves afloat,
oscillate with pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush of flower
makes the collage of a fiery tapestry
with the feathers of flaming flamingos.
Their ballerina legs wade
in transparent water with avian grace,
their supple napes swivel
in an artistic show of aquatic ballet.
In the hypnotic gleam of the setting sun,
I watch enthralled the opera in the lake.
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March 16, 2023
Word chosen : Lake
Contest : Writing Challenge - "L" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
as wondrous waves,
undulates with
sculpted panorama
of captivating cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a placid lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the shining sapphire face
looking up entranced
toward the cerulean sky,
spread serene on
boundless blankness.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples,
rolling aquatic rhythm,
intensely passionate,
stretching in seraphic span
of self-centric array,
sliding on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
emerald adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush
of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the lazuline waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
rapturous recital
performed unruffled
in hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun,
chromatic spectrum
composes the sonata
for lacustrine opera.
In the pristine jade landscape
the terrain rolls undulating...
the panorama of pristine cadence,
on its entrenched earthen cradle
shaped for a serene lake…
sublimely supine sparkling,
the sapphire crystal face looks up
toward the cerulean sky...
mesmerized.
The gliding southern zephyr
whispers an enticing melody
to the dancing ripples…
intensely passionate concentric rhythm,
sliding on the slithering shadows of trees,
lining the contours of the lapping shore...
adorned.
The wavering lotus leaves float
on the vibration of pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush of flower
makes the collage of a fiery tapestry
with the feathers of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters in avian grace,
their supple napes swiveling
in arty show of aquatic ballet...
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera…
enthralled.
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls relentless
on wondrous waves,
undulating with
the sculpted panorama
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a serene lake,
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face
looking up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span
of self-suffusing rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera,
captivating.
In pristine jade topography
terrain rolls up and down...
panorama of silent cadence,
on its entrenched cradle
shaped for a serene lake…
sublimely supine,
sapphire crystal face looks up
toward the cerulean sky…
silky span vast.
The gliding southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the dancing ripples…
intensely passionate,
sliding on slithering shadows of trees
lining the contours of lapping shore…
alluringly reclined.
The wavering lotus leaves float
on rhythm of pulsating fervor,
the full bloom scarlet flush
makes collage of fiery tapestry
with feathers of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
emerald waters in avian grace,
their supple napes swiveling
in arty show of aquatic ballet.
In hypnotic gleam of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera…
silently enthralled.
April 5, 2019
Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters
Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered
Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape
A restless spector of taunt as I endeavour to escape
Concealment shant queal it, it lingers, never away
Perpetual pulverization, lo, shall the ashes stay
I’ll lay my ash remnants at the poisoned tree
A coiling branch tilt napes, suffocating me
Embed my teeth unto the apple of feign
Was not I told for safe?--now it’s pain
They’ll mock me, an “enduring lost”
I’ll swear to those above at cost
How to not yearn does it feel?
My freedom now to be heel.
In bejeweled jade landscape
the topaz terrain rolls
on wondrous waves,
undulating with
the sculpted panorama
of pristine cadence,
entrenches in earthen frame
the sprawling shape
of a serene lake
sublimely sparkling,
the sapphire shining face
looks up
toward the cerulean sky,
entranced.
The southern zephyr
whispers enticing melody
to the rhapsodic ripples
intensely passionate,
spread in seraphic span
of self-centric rhythm,
slide on slithering shadows
of the dancing trees,
lining the contorted contours
of the splashing shore,
adorned.
Malachite lotus leaves
float flamboyant
with pulsating fervor,
the ruby flush of full bloom
makes the collage
of fiery fresco
with fanning feathers
of flaming flamingos,
their ballerina legs wading
the emerald waters
in avian grace,
supple napes swiveling
in charismatic concerto
of aquatic ballet,
surreal.
In the hypnotic gleam
of the setting sun
I watch the lacustrine opera.