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MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
Written: January 09, 2024
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Seen through a sepia scale
Drab grief, of hiemal cradle
mirthless, a desolate land
shrouded in frozen doldrums,
amid solemn ripples
on threnody and sizzle
akin to a gentle sway
with a oneiric, susurrous
tambourine wave of yore
rain whistles in tune
of doodles in gold and silver.
Swells of silk
of a hypnotic spell—origami
wispy petrichor wafts!
It was tender
ignominious mayhem
of withering earth
sadly surprised
amidst golden neon notes
and vermilion,
as stricken soil stirs.
And flushes in luscious tones
of singing and crystals
as daffodils and clover bloom
amidst webs of aurelian curls
a fairy's rhapsody,
let spring song rise!
each seed that is still alive
hope will sprout subtly,
to refuel the soul
from the cosmic womb.
Wars will hinder any way to harmony
and allegiance to nations
Earth is our vast home
we purport as world healers
send me a melody
smoother than embers
we're rooted in clay
as melody with thawing knack
once I visualized piano tunes,
each tone evoked anguish
yet, our sonata is harmless
paramount of my persona
beyond brink of kismet
we ought to sigh and cry
sultry concerto
In a garden labyrinth.
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.
New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.
Her eyes are laden with drunken sleep,
Silhouetted by lank, tired hair flimsier
Than the spine of an elderly, broken night.
Tattered, it buries the horrors of night;
Braided, it creases the rows of black corn,
Sweeping swiftly south and downwards;
Ponytail ties the umbilical linking life
And skyline light.
Lissome, she traipses with no lamp,
Even when darkness confidently pitches its nightingale’s romance
To district judges seated on the kerb of the apothecary’s creed . . .
With her the night loses its potency,
Its sacredness,
Expelling flies that die out on their own willpower,
Like winged dinosaurs,
Through the age of decomposing summer.
It's all been analysed before?
The oneiric spell cast upon slow, difficult nights
When the breath smells like the anus of hell.
By the way, I drivel.
Not saliva.
Oh, no!
I drivel on about hissing nights that ought to be lonesome,
Stretched out, dark, and without rays borrowed
Earlier from a twerking twilight.
Restless nights, worn like silky cloaks, diaphanous,
Seeing through the naked veins of her sweet eyes.
A walk solitary in the evening,
took me to a path
that led to the vast calm sea
under the serene blue sky;
In the midway, I stopped
to reach a spot so calm and placid,
with verdant plains of pristine blooms,
in green rusticity of bucolic charm,
when whispers of my soul echoed
and merged into that stillness:
stillness of an enchanting moment,
of a delightful warm evening.
Feeling the throb of silence,
I pondered on the musings of my soul,
lost in thought on the fragility of life;
In a trancelike state that followed,
I saw the golden sun setting over
the primordial sea and felt
my eyes strained to catch a glimpse
of a cherubic shadowy image,
emerging and floating
in the distant faint hazy sky.
An ephemeral moment shrouded in obscurity...
Is it real or imaginary?
Mouth agape, I saw a dainty form
like that of an ethereal divine spirit:
so delicate, graceful, gossamer-fragile;
the angelic figure opened her mouth,
as if to say something to me,
in a low faint voice.
Anxiety overtook my poise,
in that dreamlike illusory moment
Ah so oneiric;
as I glared at the wispy shape,
at that mystical instant
that seemed to be surreal,
I heard tunes mellifluous,
and chiming of soft bells;
swirling hues of blue, purple
and golden yellow,
and sparkles of light
charmed my eyes - all
so chimeric and unreal.
Then, the starry-eyed heavenly angel
spoke to me in her soothing soft voice:
"The soul of Nature is bleeding
Never let Her perish... "
An evening chorus of pigeons
now roused me from my reverie.
I stood there in astonishment,
reflecting on all that happened
A while ago...
The angel had disappeared...
Now, the sun was about to set,
and I was standing
at the same spot as before...
With the message of the angel
still echoing in my mind...
Date: 05/28/2021
Submitted for: Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
"The Kissing Loop"
My eyes close to keep you there
in a dream slow dancing, bow and cello we waltz in air
bending you closer into my body
like this pea soup fog embracing me
I walk quiet streets surrounded
by Mountains of Blue
the fat bellied pregnant clouds deliver
a life that is verdant, that is new
a new day is born
through some kind of Light storm
grey mist in a teacup of a town
I am walking in the clouds
this could be some kind of heaven
high up in my beautiful kingdom
free as a bird gliding silently
down quiet streets besieged by
beguiling story unfurling
in forests of blues lavenders and greens
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
Blue Highway at the Cross Roads
Where time is easy, fresh air to breathe
The record in my mind that plays
over grooves cracked for a thousand and more days
where the kissing loop repeats it’s mission repeats it’s mission
some kind of erudite Sanskrit, like kissing walls Aramaic, another foreign language
but you’ll hear the message if you quiet your mind and your heart listens
Love is in every step taken
One step forward 3 step back
The Kissing Loop that’s been playing it’s oneiric
"Blue Highway at the Cross Roads"
is right on track
train departs at 3
train departs at 3
and here stands me
New Page:
Some Beautiful Story
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2018)
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In the enchanted night, when the moon weaves its silver mantle,
The insomniac wanders through the labyrinth of his arcane thoughts,
His last refuge, a crystal castle of eternal consciousness,
Rises above the sleeping world, a mystical beacon in the darkness.
His gaze, a magic wand that splits the veil of night,
Reveals secrets hidden in the scrolls of the sky,
While others float on clouds of ephemeral dreams,
He gathers falling stars, transforming them into an elixir of wisdom.
The clock ticks, a pendulum of destiny suspended in time,
Each second, a pearl in the necklace of infinity,
For him, minutes are grimoires full of unspoken spells,
In which he can weave the web of parallel realities.
His superiority, an ivory tower amidst the cosmic storm,
Rises ethereal, yet firm, in the face of hypnotic sleep waves,
A magical illusion that nourishes his soul with divine nectar,
Anchoring him in his realm of expanded consciousness.
Through enchanted windows, he scrutinizes the world immersed in dreams,
A solitary wizard of his eternal insomnia kingdom,
Wondering if he might be the Supreme Dreamer,
In an oneiric reality woven by his own magic.
Thus passes the night, a dance of shadows and arcane lights,
The insomniac, an alchemist of the secrets of profound darkness,
Until dawn finds him, tired but enlightened,
Wearing the invisible diadem of one who has conquered mortal sleep.
SHADOWS TRYST
Shadows lead as they sometimes will
interspersed with moments of just standing still
as if deciding “what’s the next right move”
or marching on as if they’ve naught to prove.
Shadows follow as at times they must
stalking - through heredity’s dust
carving their initials in our family tree
you can’t outrun what you can’t see.
Shadows disappear at apogee
no idea where they’ve been or will be
a moment’s torment to make a choice
maintain their silence or seek a voice.
Mottled memories adrift in time
tortured dance of shapeless mime
wisps of whimsy, oneiric mists
then, now, and when, in shadows tryst.
John G. Lawless
7/5/2015
I have slept while awake,
And on an oneiric trip,
To stroll down the street;
And prognosticate in these rays,
Behold the white monster,
With a mask to fissile...
So, I peeped through the lens,
Of my conscience, my acme!
The future is nude and rude,
When I ask, why the quotidian;
The terror in her voice trembles,
The mightiest of the old...
Even in their red badge of robes,
The future wears the crown,
Of a fire emitting dragon,
Opening her claws like Hamlet’s sword
While I sat through it in a lingerie!
The sight has omitted me;
Leaving me not near the latrines;
As I sat far in the future,
My time had past and I’m no more,
This trip is fast yet slow in thoughts,
The insight of her bailiwick;
These lines are bigger than books,
Longer and truly soaring in croaks,
I see building falling, crashing to the down,
The silhouette of this prescience emote,
With the doughty of illusion,
The gumption to trenchant signet,
To tell you a folklore about a geographer,
Who saw the end of the empty earth!
So, I couldn’t think of anything new again;
The words, grammar and everything gone,
Leaving solitary an empty lexicographer!
Please take my honest nunnery words,
While you work and hard to beat acme,
Remember to take care of yourself,
External and internally for eternity awaits,
For in the final end of an ululating time;
Death smiles at us all,
And all a man can do is to smile back.
Sorry to tell you that I’m back,
From my short terrifying trip...
And truly the shadows were of a dream.!