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Defiant Sun
As the day ends, dark, mountain like clouds, suddenly appear
Blocking our sunset view, ominous shadows inspire fear
Suddenly, a bright, white light shines forth, coming from behind
Outlining presumptuous clouds shape, ever so sublime
White lights glimmer, shining brightly, beckoning to the sun
"the day is not quite done, please, blaze forth O Majestic One"!
Defiant Sun shines, penetrates a hole in clouds defense
With blazing bursts of golden light, smoking hot like incense.
Weaknesses in clouds defenses, having now been exposed
Sun bursts, now ignite the blue sky, as rebel clouds explode
Clouds shred and dissipate into shards of silver and gold
These eyes of mine cannot process, these wonders I behold.
Proud clouds, could not enshroud, epic battle could not be won
The lesson has been learned, do not challenge Defiant Sun!
John Derek Hamilton
August 03,2016
I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy
a soft mercy with calm blue fancy,
in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy
we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity,
I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy
outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry,
I hear It like the madness of morning's ending,
I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness,
I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness,
I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness,
I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling,
My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose,
It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh,
rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not,
It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted,
It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium,
when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy,
my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle
through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions,
marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit -
J.A.B.
“I have seen what cannot be unseen.”
Confessed the little boy
To a uniformed interrogator
From a small chair
In Iraq,
The boy’s lips dried and crumbled
Around his mouth
Like chalk
Outlining the final place and time
Of his terrible crime.
Dust is glued to his cheeks
From what was his teacher’s
Breath of ISIS rot,
The man’s kiss of death
Planted upon the boy
By stolen Mohammad.
From miles and miles of rubble,
From arms and legs
And removed heads,
From the smell of rape still ripe
In the clogged blood rivers,
From cities where fire, wind and stray dogs
Are hung upside down, stiff and dead,
From a country
Where there are no streets, trees or flowers
Anymore,
Where even water refuses to flow,
Where every name of everything
Has vanished
Forever,
Where all the buildings
Have been returned to Earth
Like cracked boulders
Rolled down hillside avalanches.
From this victory…
The boy is all that remains.
What to do with ruins?
Stand
What is left upright, for the sake of defiance?
Cut out his tongue? Gouge his eyes?
Bring in bulldozers and swipe the city clean?
Kill him now, and get it over with?
Spit on their black flag? Ban it forever.
Burn it down to ashes?
Stare upon the whole thing
With unspeakable awe?
Give the former place money to recover?
Remove his hands and feet and turn him loose?
Dig it up from the root, eat it and **** it?
Forgive it.
Forget it?
Rinse, wash, repeat.
Shine the light of God
Upon its evil face.
Stop the insanity of believing in God?
Call them animals, treat them as such?
Fillet them for an eternity?
Put it behind glass in museums.
Enjoy the victory of owning history.
Give up? Call it too grim.
Determine that he’s a ticking time bomb?
Never speak of it again.
Live in fear.
Let him go?
Have faith.
Stuff him with heavenly feathers?
Give them what they deserve.
Start over.
Realize, you can never start over.
But,
Still.
He’s a boy.
Sitting there.
On that chair.
Trembling,
Within a hand’s reach.
What to do?
What to do.
When not only countries are ruined,
But children,
As well.
Helena has been rambling for nearly twenty minutes.
I have her blathering on speaker.
I barely listen as I paint my canvas.
Some conversation about her neighbor Ruth
Ruth wants her sister Cookie’s life.
Ruth talks about Cookie’s husband.
Something is wrong with Ruth.
Maybe she is schizophrenic or something.
She has not been out of her house since Tuesday.
Maybe she is sick, I say. Maybe you should check on her.
Helena laughs. I’m not going to check on her!
She spies on me all the time.
Every time I go out, there she is, staring at me.
Hey wait! WHERE is SHE going?
Ruth?
Yes! She is leaving in her car. Right now.
She could be going to a store, I say.
She is obsessed with me! Helena tells me.
There is something wrong with her.
I think she is OBSESSED WITH ME! Helena's voice is rising.
I am barely listening, outlining a tree in green paints.
I think there might be an obsession I think
But I wisely keep this thought to myself.
Parallel
Evening arrived scattering snowflakes,
I sought a solitary
Path
Through winter’s barren woods
Made magical this night
With glittering snow
Gracing every empty branch
Each twig
In the muffled silence of a downy dusk
And, thinking that I walked
Enfolded in the snowy twilight,
Only with myself,
I overlooked the footprints
Slowly walking
Side by side
With my own –
Unnoticed in the rhapsody
Of the winter’s stormy
Forest celebration
Until
The path uncurled around a curve
Revealing in the gathering dusk
Another traveler,
Familiar to my heart,
Plodding
Through the windblown drifts
Bent,
Stooping beneath a heavy burden
Slipping side to side
With every step
Until the baggage
Pulled
The bearer to the snowbound path –
A solitary figure
Captured in the jealous grip of gravity -
And so I left my reveries,
My path,
Crossing through the unmarked snow,
The snowy wall,
Between us
To lift the burden
Of my companion in the twilight
To follow in the footsteps –
In silence -
And
Knowing
I could not lead upon this path,
Nor walk within the chambers of another heart,
But only trace the tracks
Outlining the journey of my friend
In this brief moment of time and stars
Beneath a darkening sky
Till we would walk in parallel
Again.
My slumbered eyes in endless night hours
make shady groves of translucent memories.
Outlining contour of crescent moon,
dark figures meander my muffled thoughts.
The starry sky suddenly changes
from turquoise blue to champagne color .
Half in light, half in shadow, in a mystic mirror
two souls in grandeur, play roles of a lover.
Enthralled in a universe of rosy clouds
elated ripples cascade passion in their blood.
As strong hands grip in gentle touch of kiss,
in silent whispers they meld in each other.
Silhouettes of sculpted poise, they both pose
a splendid spectacle , a magic in moonrise.
a soft satin dream , a frolick in whirlwind
where white light romances shrouds of dark.
A waning moon peeps in its smiling meniscus
as their moments of fantasy dissolves in surreal.
And then.. greyish gloom breaks into dawn...
My eyes all consumed in your eclipse
lingering lullabies on edges of my lips.
I just saw something that isn't ever there
It's just an Optical Illusion of You and Me .
Dated 19th January 2020
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
Contest Name Picture Prompt
Outlining your face, wisps of gorgeous hair
Within those wisps, beauty of no compare
Adorning your face, the most beautiful smile
Sometimes I forget, you have been mine all the while
Deeper still two jewels for eyes
And in them care with no compromise
Love sparkling from inside
Sometimes my love I did hide
Anchoring your persona, two ears most sensitive
All they have heard, considered most substantive
And jewelry fades against lobes so tender
Sometimes my time I have forgotten to render
Creation perfection, lips of the greatest allure
Words of kindness of love are spoken so pure
Soft and luscious, they summon my soul
Sometimes I conceal, your love is my goal
Contemplating your beauty, I consider no flaw
I gaze in adornment, full of hope and awe
Pondering your love, it has enriched my life
Sometimes I must proclaim, I love my wife
His interest awakens as a young woman
sauntered in the pub as he laid eyes on her bosom.
Enticing from the moment he saw her.
Her skin purrs of warm weather
copper honeysuckle, her eyes
waves' deep royal blue skies.
She wears a black plunging neckline leather dress
hugging her form, outlining every wonderful
feminine curve. She's striking and beautiful.
His thoughts a blur while she leans teasing
with eloquent banter.
With a smile she kicked off her black patent five
inch heels, singing as the riff of the music came alive
filling the room. He sought her unable to turn away
her teasing resistance and her friendly, bantering play.
He heard the rhythm trying his hardest to keep his distance.
Her wavy red hair loose a riot around her face
as she listens and dances across the room,
while the rest of her long locks fell down her back.
With the music going she closed her eyes
and did a little spin, there was a delectable teasing,
bright smile when she opened her eyes.
You tease me so nicely.
2-3-2018
I've seen you through a past sunrise; sunshine.
You are like heat, warm to indulge in
Identify you, connect with you, and more.
Living in a world that is filled with poetry
Opening the skies is possible with just one kiss
Writing side-by-side continuously.
Intoxicated with illusions, swept away in seconds
In a separate universe, a different existence
I carry a pen that is a secret to my soul
Hidden in the recesses of thoughts.
A small gap, but worlds apart.
Two souls secretly filling a pool with thoughts
Allowing ourselves to be swept away by words.
Dominating the mind to chase and suit my mood
Allowing myself to take pleasure in your addiction
Writing 'WITH' throughout the years
You are the crush I can write endless stories about.
The rush of wild dreams, kind words, pouring like rain
Understanding and empathizing with each other's pain
Physically I can't hold you, but mentally, you hold a place.
You shine like a star when I'm in need
A simple hello opens the door, I've kept shut
Only you can intrude every year since we crossed pens
Imagine a lifetime captured by silence
Slowly trying to create words,
Outlining the shape of your thoughts
A crush, unwrinkled and without complaints.
~~~ By P.D.
Oh, that desperate ache
Each day that wakes
And that secret chamber of my
Beating heart occupied by your
Humble words were written for me
And captured my gaze
I see you across the painful horizon
But I still focus my eyes on
What my heart instantly felt
At the moment our connection melted
Into my searching soul
And made me almost whole
So do I consider myself a stalker
A Gawker or just a shy talker
Afraid to show this crush
Just how much I crave to touch
What seems untouchable
Is it really meant for me
So still I silently hover like
Another unfulfilled lover
As I pray she glances my way
And that smile that's lost
In all the weary miles
Breaks forth and blesses my day
~~~ Carl F.
Dusk, the end of day, harbinger of effervescent night
see how dusk slinks to night in shadowed rivulets
running, rivulets of blue black; see how it puddles
outlining the corpse of cypress, puddles faded and fated
for the fated depth of moonless dark fills with siren sounds.
The scratching sound of thorn on glass, the howl of wind
a whispering wind, shroud winding through the forests edge
calling toward the unkempt edge of garden bed
where bedded was the maudlin maid of ending day.
Day, a dusky wench who, yet again, glamours the light,
perfuming light the air with vapors which taunt,
taunt the dim and omnipresent night.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Wreath on the Flavor of Dusk
Date: 8/5/12