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lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's' routine movements
pruned to the barest of a payroll’s droll…
antiseptic cubicles dictate the rags of
chlorine-infected lunch where rooms
i strut around have nothing except
robotic people, same rye snacks, basins
of expired coffee and files of schizoid
folio..
just outside, the sky coughs
of gas masks rendering a paper bag
of humanity to suffocate on clanking bones
along claustrophobic subways: such a
hemorrhaging day waiting for 5pm
to hiss, halt ,and heave…
i need to dance with the arms of a
jazzy moon fondling my back and
whistling the tunes of recklesness
when all but the spirit lusts for is just a slice
of raw breaths spiraling into tangy
punches of rockstar blues... spare me the cranky
claws of a friday so sore; i alight like
a feline dressed in black lace with cabaret wings,
feathers splattered on glitzy cobblestones...
voluptuous legs hot and wild sniffing sultry
lavender scent of friday night’s parade;
and the band notes howl, free like me.
Carol Eastman's Your Favorite Poem
by nette onclaud
Whispers of soothing memoirs
Caress my heart with clear hope
Answer prayers that hang on stars
Dancing to wonders that often elope
Into heavenly places we call ours
Shimmering sunlight moments hush
All worries and struggles from within
Where there thrives the nervous blush
Of one who listens to the could have been
Awakening the heart to delights so plush
Graceful strokes of compassion and kindness
Breathe enlightenment into the very soul
Where inspiration finds through the refinedness
There are more ways than one to reach the goal
Intimate ideas thrive to life despite color blindness
Brilliant passions arouse the music to play
In notes of peace and dreams, pure bliss
Awakening inspiration and imagination to stay
Where memory can open the door to reminisce
With the heart whose nostalgia love does portray
Quintain-Sicilian Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Used rhymezone for rhyme reference
November 10, 2020
There comes a time when death greets life,
Embrace this rhyme to forfeit strife,
Death swings new chimes to fling new jive.
So many years have brought new cares,
The dead my dear live a new flair,
Attend woes here in sad affairs.
My father's gone away to rest,
My mother yawned to face death's zest,
Another morn to live our best.
July sparks notes of fond embrace,
November totes a rainy face,
March has a vote to hurl hot trace.
In between times of abrupt change,
The awkward rhymes can sound so strange,
Sad dirge seek mime in vocal range.
July speaks well for I find spring,
June once did spell a sad ending,
November tells a stormy fling.
Alas! What's lost cannot be found,
Time wears a cost in moving grounds,
To win the toss, swirl round and round.
Move with the times that run away,
Spill cheery rhymes before sad sway,
Soon fading chimes must stop to slay.
The moments here upon stray winds,
Live precious spheres, notes in-between,
Then leave sans fear the course unseen.
Conceive your wits in tints and shades,
Believe each bit what feelings trade,
Achieve fond fit that zest now grades.
Charm wears a poise that speaks so light,
Cheer knows a voice as esteem sights,
Play makes a choice in sensuous flight.
Be unafraid, wear euphoria,
See beyond dread, pandemonia,
Let joy now braid sure hysteria.
No matter how the world instructs,
Calm truth endows what change constructs,
Right here and now, all things destruct.
Go on your way to live your best,
Give all to play in steadfast quest,
And then someday, death holds the rest.
Look for your joy that hides quite sad,
Be kind with ploys that some deem mad,
Play with fond toys that make you glad.
Yes do your best to question each,
For fate binds quest to stretch your reach,
For time must test to offer peach.
Leon Enriquez
18 November 2014
Singapore
~With Him~
(Ameri-Sonnet)
God's planning something for you
Right now He is at your side
Nothing is hard for Him too
In bad times He'll be your guide
Always keep faith love and hope
Give problems to him, you'll see
He'll rescue you, help you cope
With Him anything can be
He knows you and cares for you
Best for you, He has in mind
God love you and that's so true
Seek and His grace you can find
Read God's word and you can grow
He's the savior and that's so.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
December.31.2015
~Author's Notes:
"Ameri-Sonnet" is a poetry style created by Richard W. Jenkins.
Scraped, friendly freckled face falls to benchtop
Starchy spud plays poker, blank slate envelope
Lost costume spotted cape, super elixir escapade
Layers on shiny raised scars, recovery escalates
Sticking plaster, milky soak soothes, heat tempered
Compost bound bandaid quells Hell unrelented
Derma learns renewal, Nurse dresses fire sore victim
Tugged taut rawness fades, subsiding symptom
Nerida never administers synthetic medicine
She reassures peel press is healing essence
Piano punctuations plod, then pace, parade
Figaro notes frolick over keys, aural first aid
Choral cure prays perfect circle curse moon miracle
Stroking fingers fuse potato to patient, glue
Discarded skin glimmers in kitchen, hopeful sunbeam
Her burn potion infuses through bloodstream
6th May
Quick Recovery
In the depths of despair,
where darkness presides,
a glimmer of light triumphs,
where hope softly abides.
Through trials and tribulations, we find our way,
Bloodstained, rising from the ashes again,
smoke signalling in eyelids rapid blink,
processing error under
glitch, twitch, tink tink tink.
Evolving through loves pipe to be cast -
formed in a brand-new drink of daylight,
ink, 3D printed receptacles of links,
cascading style sheets of lovescore,
notes, falling upon us to wash our sins away,
play, sing forever more, in a brand new way.
"The wind is the pounding of my heart."
My scruples join the wind which hammering hard
can cause my pulse to race in constant onslaught
against the gales of greed and pride caught off guard.
My buckler, the Spirit, prods with pause for thought.
Foreknowledge of pending storms illumines doubt
preparing a path where my heart figures out
that I can add prayer's peace as further light
to clear the skulking shadow of jealous spite.
August 18, 2022
Author's Notes:
Constance LaFrance's sponsor
Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
I used the rispetto form, rhymed abab, ccdd, quote #3
Trinkets sparkling in the crisp night air.
Begging watchers' eyes feast on heavenly fare.
All is quiet, save soft symphonies of leg and wing.
Nocturnal notes, chittering.
Moisture from the stormy evening,
blankets all in tears, gleaming.
Diamonds dropping, splashing,
Percussions building, circling.
The chorus nears ending,
night's creatures settling.
What was twinkling and bright gives way.
Dawn brims the horizon, swelling.
A crimson kiss, placed with loving,
upon cheeks of clouds.
Longing, awaiting
Wondrous, her canvas.
A magnificence not to miss.
The warmth of her gaze comes.
Darkness dismissed.
All is anew in our turning
Light's creator soars high, burning.
Her goal set on day's presenting.
Before the world wakes and scurries,
I wish to enjoy this spectacle with you, my love.
Whose beauty is rivaled, only,
by the blood-soaked skies above
As sunrise adorns with golden beams of healing,
Your brilliant aura astounding all witnessing.
Without doubt, they must behold you—truly,
The art of a master's finest working
Simple are some of life's most precious gifts:
Moments made into memories, never forgotten,
Forever etched upon my soul and into my heart, a carving
The full moon hung heavily in the heaven's
Reflecting on the water below
The ocean waves played a melody
Lulling peacefulness into
the stillness of the night.
A virginal vision dressed in white
rides upon her white steed.
Throughout the forest
a fine mist, hangs
Glistening, the woods
in fairy like glow.
The stars twinkled, in sad refrain,
the ocean, lapped timelessly ,upon the shore
Mimicing the beating of the heart.
She gazes, over the ocean ,where,
the full moon illuminates.
Her crystal tears, flow.
In her hand, letters,
written but never sent.
Love notes, that will never be read.
For, he died that day
Never declaring the love she felt
Now all that remains
Pieces of paper
Written but never sent.
5/5/12
I'll never be enough for you
It dawned on me
You know my darkest secrets
And deepest fears
You hold the keys to the kingdom
It's my own mind
Where you made me a serf
Working day after day
To build you up
So night after night
You can tear me down
On the good days
I manage my ADHD
I convince myself people care
I can ignore the lazy eye
But on the bad days...
My ADHD consumes me
I convince myself nobody cares
The lazy eye reminds me I'll never be normal
That's why my biggest bully
Isn't society
It isn't those I work with
It isn't those in my personal life
My biggest bully
Is me
The disdain I see in the mirror
The disgust at touching myself
Wondering how this thing became me
I've achieved so little
Every achievement feels hollow
I latch on to every chance to feel like I matter
Because deep down
I'm filled with regrets
Imagining how little changes in choices
Could have resulted in a much better present
I'm lost and all alone
In the maze we call life
I don't want to see the man in the mirror
I want to run from him
Because at the end of the day
I'm not bullying myself
I'm trying to make myself better
But I'm so mentally sick
I don't know if I can ever be well again
And I wonder
What will my legacy be
Who will write the story
And fill all of the pages
Would they even know the truth
If I didn't spell it out for them
Or will my story
Be erased and forgotten
Like I never existed
My veins are throbbing
I'm on my knees sobbing
This is my legacy
Stumbling on broken bones
And histories that never happened
I see that
In the eyes in the mirror
I'm not Moses
I can't part a red sea
When it flows from the wound in my chest
Perhaps a bullet
Spoke louder than my heart
Ever could have
And a fist through the mirror
Sending shards and blood flying
Time slows down
Piano notes fill my mind
I'm an atheist
And I don't believe in Hell
Because my mind
Is worse than Hell could ever be
And my legacy
Is that from it I shall never be free
So my biggest bully
...Is me