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Angels altruism all around
Beyond beautiful blessings
Creating, captivating, charming
Determining dreams decorum
Enlightening energy exclusively
Forever feeling freedom’s flow
Growing grace glows gradually
Happiness healing heavenlies
Imagination instilling inspiration
Jasmine jokingly jovial joyousness
Keeping kindness kindled keenly
Love lighting liquid labors lamp
Miracles mystifying mysteries mind
Newness noticing nice, normal naivety
Observing open obsessions obscurities
Praising peaceful presences phenomena
Quietly quivering, quoting quests
Remembering rich, radiant rainwaters
Still, small songbirds soothing serenity
Truths told to testify tremendous types
Understanding united under ultimatums
Vulnerabilities vibrating vehemently
Warm welcomes warranting wishes
Xantheins xeroxed xanthenes xenias
Yesterday’s years, yearnings yielded
Zippiest, zaniest zones zigzagging zealots
Attitude of Gratitude Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
August 26, 2020
*Image of Child Sad Suffering provided by Pixabay.
Not Of This Earth
Poetic Form: Narrative
Asymmetric mistrals warp speckled vaporous pallidness toward rhythmless voids. Obviates an evacuating azure as a midday star pivots to a twilight qualm. Numinous absent souls of supine prying pupils, yon ethers sinister obscurities, caught in stained oblique ocular whites. Drunken sanguineous veins to gluttony as impish tinkers sporadic doubts riveting telltale images. Metallic aerials ousted the clouds to unperceived iniquity.
Exhausting times since the alien armada infested Earth in a furrow of carnage. Abominable hordes disembarked, eviscerated whole metropolises. Hideous beings, an abysmal sight, smothered the remote vestiges of our civilized world. Cities ere their decimation had numbers reduced in fleeing desperation. The annihilation of life on Earth engrossed thoughts upon the scraps of humanity left. Ravenous creatures generating utter rampage to and abroad, slighting none to decay. Be they mortals or breathing existences of our lesser kingdom, perished in the bloodletting. Some kept as breeders for the succession of consuming time.
A cohort strung of plain folks, thrust as one in a nameless realm, sought ephemeral refuge in a subterranean hollow expanse. Bestill for the scarcity of fragile credence as the intrepid one, espy a grotesque glistening of crimson blood, secreting from the sheathed hoariness of fangs. Sentient rouses heedful footfalls per monstrosity exposed jawbone, that swapped shrill for snorts, neath laden eyes that had shrewdly scowling luminous orbs. Creepy anvils pierced hairline, afeared incus, sensitively measures close octaves, spurs the labyrinth's nerves. Alas, its vulgar pelt of bulky fur stretch hither and fro, bars clamors reach.
Cavernous chambered partitions mimic as trepidation ebbs nevertheless. Unceasing progress to that bemused destiny, as anonymous atrocities, plague each within their shells, e'er crucifying the last semblance of their true selves. Ardent impulses seeping via their lithe ruby channels, crossing neath the bits of their betraying skins, as they escape the nebulous sepulchral. Beasts at 6 o'clock, tho' what unknown lurks yon pits facade, save a future yet to be titled.
2021 May 12
My form of sonnet modified(Holy Spirit).
Now it entails; An Acrostic form with the rhyme scheme aabbcdeeffcdgg. Enjoy!
'HE TWO CHERUBIMS
'Hewn out of mystery,
Endowed with scary physiognomy.
Tensed with eyes and flappy wings
Winning heart-dexterity-often stings.
Owning the shield of Alpha's eyes
Carressing the depth of omega's might.
Heralding six wings and four qualities.
Eloping from eagle's to veil's obscurities.
Ruling of high handedness of his train.
Under the wave of the creator's reign.
Moistured with veils in which they flies.
Inwardly a darkness,abhorring the creator's sight.
Messangers of peace-that did honour raise.
Seraphims' Juniors-lifter of his praise.
17:28:08:11:20
A future without boundaries
A future without assurance
A future without obscurities
A future without reliance
The many things told to believe
The many things told to remain hidden
The many things told to achieve
The many things told to question
Place in a world advancing
How are parents ever right?
Beings in a world made remaining
Was I not taught to hide?
I ought to be alright until I don’t believe
This make-believe world everyone lives
The many needs upon average to perceive
Is everyone else always a judgement to achieve?
I rather a future without
Rather a me then to follow
The stupid rules men create to doubt
Rather I be poor and shallow
Multidimensional spheres of worlds in existence,
intangible place in touch without resistance.
Unknowable known of all knowledge,
incomprehensible adorable relic.
Spectrum of visibility in fractions displayed,
Fragile, surely, purely imaginative portrayed.
Spirits of protection and ghost of dooms,
playing light and shadow in many rooms.
Sculptured and embossed through many stories,
living myth to the imminent picture of worries.
Silver vapor in frosted twilight morning,
the least of natures whole still keeps the mind adoring.
Tested motions, voice of heart and tears at hand,
as we observe and really little understand.
The moon wanes out all its precious waters by gracious will,
until the empty dark of month turns to its fill.
If love is the living water unfathomable and sweet high,
it will touch the impossibility to amplify.
The stories in many worlds show the resilient spirit,
against all odds and obscurities, is divine empiric.
Huddled together in this abstemious grey chamber
no windows or means of escape walls closing in
trapped where the un-sanctified transactions are made
Daunting without exit the silent screams go unheard
ashen skin with darting eyes never looking up
forever too frightened of seeing the truth reflected back
In the unholy grail in visions of comrades within this un-sacred act of ransom
the collective voice of the masked chorus urging them on wards
then the integrated tragedy of hidden fears and secrets
A living sacrifice under this bargain where no one wins or gains
without boundaries of mortal limits there exists in this gunmetal airless demise
unfettered woefulness and vainglory vie for victory
The innocent victim's now the pawn's forgotten as pride twists obscurities
severing the umbilical cord drowning breaths of existence
the sterile smell of unfinished lives permeating into the coal and ice
Tiny little footprints always remain's inside the womb's silenced facts
the living water of life breaks no longer flows through the natural cord
leaving a chorus of continuous phantom's chanting in mendacious unity
Opening the door of perdition where the tactical glare of a butchers knife
held under a ghostly specter of a child that might have been treasured
a face imagined but never seen and names never uttered
A tortured remembrance of a pardon held precious beauty once
soon the vapour of shame burns off in an emptiness that still remains
glazes over a ruby rare passion
Where fear & the constant loathing cannot fathom the uncertainties
this future brings forth in the immenseness of what might have been
not touching the soul properly
The unborn yet to speak?
silenced unadorned gone forever jewel's
always held within prayers of the faithful loving grace
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
The yellow scraps perform a thrill during fierce storms.
The breeze turbine is a lofty pattern within local farms.
Amazed, I can spot concussive impacts in the wet stones.
Bursting a ball of fire to tackle to impel amply atones.
A golden ovoid floats through unfathomable seas.
In symbiosis, green clusters wave in the gentle breeze.
Portentous obscurities better the mighty sweep.
During this time, igniting was lit on cremated sheep.
Misty areas are evolving naturally to be wildly small.
Efficient turbines humming, the trees shriek as well.
The dappled shade of padded blossom subtly changed.
A tentative mid-year sunset will have utterly emerged.
Twirled, observing the shadow in youngster-like awe.
A rare bird split a point worm and devoured him raw.
Written: November 15, 2021
Perpetual love* springs from Source of life eternal
Thriving midst obscurities darkened by despair…
Shown by the compassion-Expert of no equal
It moved the Sovereign to stoop down for mankind’s sake
Sacrificing to save sinners from hell-fire’s lake
Including me – worthless worm, meant for reproach-stare;
Now, I serve my Lover with full self-denial.
Unfailing, it defies gloom of hate’s miseries
Prevailing with hope over bitterness’ poison
Forever surpassing heroic stories…
With courageous altruism so triumphant
It empowers me become spiritually jubilant.
Now, I lead others to the Lord with love’s reason
Grateful for His perpetual love-wrought victories!
*Ephesians 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
August 10, 2018
2nd Place, "Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo, judged on 9/1/2018.
I was in a perfect gallery,
My journey could have been more weary.
I was on a trip full of unknown necessities,
I collected dirty obscurities.
I used to run the errands,
Massacre was another name for my commands.
I collected your nicknames,
They were too hasty for me to join such games.
I was in a neverland,
Worshipping you was never out of my hands.
I was on the unnamed surface,
Beneath that, you were merely a minimal face.
Your shadow was not justified by your choice,
Neverland was a home to me where you were my only voice.
Your courtesies were sometimes tiresome,
In your royal court, I was nothing but burdensome.
You do not walk on springs,
I long for you, not just because you are a living being!
You were the sole entity in that land,
Without you, it is nothing but a piece of sand!
A crushed light ignored the barrens warped,
The portrait stretched its walled character,
Gambler garments malice of shown marked,
Wakes a loose parley of losers barked,
Drawn drank sense, of the disparager,
The darkened questioned, shaped silhouettes,
Of obscurities merit its due,
Glares moves a heap of token assets,
A lengthened armed shallowed some regrets,
Facedown with cards, the table knew,
Pictured paints like an artful dodger,
The enclosed grows taller than itself,
Outranked and owned outspoken codger,
Last-minute cribbed the homey lodger,
Marmalade sweetens right off the shelf,
A day begets a dawning nightfall,
The narrowed light cast a long shadow,
All turned their backs against the stonewall,
Except for the vague, zoned off-the-wall,
The latent unperturbed sort, John Doe.