Long Onrush Poems
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it started with a smell of iron, trickles of sweat - not galatea's, but the room's. there was a cold hard baseline of nothing for a long time, and then like a final push of the shutters, an overwhelming and chaotic onrush of light; light didn't dawn, it pierced like a dart of dry salt to the back of her eyelids. that word is actually a second word. her first thought wasn't a word at all; the heavy presence of her own head on top of the school, sitting on a neck that never needed to bear it. then a sound, a frantic wet hitch of air. it sounded like someone was gasping right beside her ear - his breath. something warm pressed against her cheek - not a gust. he was trying to breathe down her mouth like he was inflating a drowning dog. she tried to tilt her head away, but her muscles were still thick; half-trapped in the grit of the pedestal. when she finally managed to open her eyes, the world was blurry, cluttered with hammers, oil rags, and the gray dust of her former skin, scattered across the floorboards. and there he was! not a god; some random man with dirt under his fingernails, looking at her with all the horrors in the world, because his beautiful, silent toy had just swallowed and blinked.
man makes statue real
authority stripped away ~
a shift in power
As witness consciousness, we hush heart’s blush
Thoughts rested, attention animated
In time stretched calm, placid, peaceful and plush
From mundane existence, insulated
With cravings of lower mind vacated
Treading gently, renouncing pathways stern
We feel presence by love impregnated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Humming a melody, as does the thrush
We play out our ordained role, as fated
Every heartbeat heightens, with love our crush
Each emote now as by truth dictated
Demons of our past, thus decimated
Benign love friction causes nodes to churn
How long for this moment, soul has waited
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Polarities dance, the mingle and brush
Nodes within are, by spirit rotated
Feeling a sublime elixir onrush
No wonder heart is always elated
Surging joy that cannot be translated
Magnetism cascades in mind-body urn
Each breath prayerfully celebrated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
Gently thus, by grace initiated
Twice born, we live on, truth of Self discern
Transformed by light, soul’s illuminated
Engulfed in bliss mists, we willingly burn
"I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy." Sylvia Plath
Stroll with me via the alluring woodland scenery!
To marvel at the planet's lovely wild greenery
We can't wait to relish our aesthetic place.
Listen as God builds an opus space.
Akin to woods and streams were humming.
Opine over the poets wonderful dreaming.
We'll wander through sunlight-lit woodland.
weaving wide canals to brighten clay stands.
In the shade of woods, away from sun's beams.
unleashing our views to grasp nature seems.
making a caring haven for the life there.
To shelter its weak wards from danger to bear.
Warm yourself with the glitter leafy vine.
Visitors come for its brilliant shine.
Colors swirl and slide at an agile pace.
Ember flight from a firebase.
Glow briefly, as they fell to their doom
Instead, we're helping Earth bloom.
It looks alike a barren wasteland.
Amid snow and leaf fall, a tree stands.
Join me for treetop fun and above it all.
Watch how well they slept till nature recall.
Let's board for a walk in the spring forest to reap.
The rush of waking Earth's kids from their sleep.
Strolls amid woods, listen to what you feel
We may decode a signal sent by the wind squeal
To entice a forest, we must enter its soul.
We concurred to wander its extol.
1st place contest winner
Written: April 09, 2023
Writing Challenge - 'S' Words, Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A tempest of brute force whips the coastline
Where boats and seafarers howl for dire plea;
Unshaken, I guard with strength to disarm
The lash of tide’s wrath… my tower, a marquee.
Though brazen crests dart like slithering mesh
As Night Keeper, rays glint to face storm’s dare
Protecting tender lives, their hopes on edge
Upon roughened waves, my lights flash, “Beware!”
Infusing more ardor till an onrush calms
Heaven’s stars glitter while ships haul the net;
Where from the ridge, my safe harbor appears
On easel of bright air, a task well met!
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Contest: Eve Roper’s Sentinel Quatrain
4/14/2016
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
City hub on wings
apogee of ultra bright
fire within urban comet
tangerine signpost
to future halcyon spot
amidst buoyant step onrush
Bouncy castle perk
spurs avid market stall pitch
bargain in a jiffy bag
loophole hatched off-curb
brainwave surge from genie flash
to everyone’s benefit
Silver winter tinged
trees and wet overcast skies
never dampen township verve
that heartland zeitgeist
typical of boom and bloom
day or night march on dweller
Sweep off feet vision
endemic to rapid shifts
where marvel woos miracle
in heady cocktail
at the cutting-edge hubbub
point of entry upbeat frame
In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered
Some of the poems I can greet
Some of the poems I can feed
In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered
Some of the poems I can greet
From the mountain of immortal love
Where flying the happiest white dove
Some of the poems I can greet
From the mountain of immortal love
The poems come like an endless stream of fountain
There all verses feel happy artlessly the poetic brain
From the mountain of immortal love
The poems come like an endless stream of fountain
Where the love and dream live together
Where the heart makes a heaven of care
The poems come like an endless stream of fountain
Where the love and dream live together
There the poetic world paints a peaceful canvas
There, truth implores the righteous law onrush
Where the love and dream live together
There the poetic world paints a peaceful canvas
Where the poems help to teach me truly
Where I want to live spontaneously
There the poetic world paints a peaceful canvas
Where the poems help to teach me truly
In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered
In the thoughtful wisdom, lies are shattered
Where the poems help to teach me truly
In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered
Some of the poems I can greet
Some of the poems I can feed
In the streets of the pen, poems are scattered
-21.12.2020 Chattogram
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Note: - This is Catena Rondo (a form of a poem)
The poem is comprised of a variable number of quatrains
Each quatrain has a rhyme pattern of AbbA
The first line of each quatrain is also the final line of the quatrain
The second line of each quatrain is the first line of the next quatrain
The final quatrain should repeat the first quatrain word for word
There are no rules for meter, syllables, or subject matter. Just a lot of rhyming refrains.