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I am in a hypnotic TRANCELIKE state, but not a dream.
The pain went away and became a SURREAL discovery.
In these HAZY times, my heart swelled with esteem.
I was in a DREAMLIKE inspired by the natural recovery.
I tumble faint pain, staring at the ETHEREAL paradise.
A yellow dwarf in the SHADOWY flow by a focal spot.
Responsibility outlines our reality until we verbalize.
An overzealous ego caused the IMAGINARY threat.
Hallucinations versus UNREAL degrade over time.
Even though I'm stuck on my bed, afraid of the cold.
A girl using a wet, fluffy towel wiped my tears slime.
I'm so centered today that I can't let my eyes behold.
Dispose of all else, and aid will arise as required.
As I flee earth ties, my vitality and skill grow.
It makes me feel refreshed in my mind.
Spooky areas that reflect the spirits undergo.
Now I'm feeling pretty optimistic and trusting.
My life is back to being fun and lovely subdue.
The natural day is peaceful and hardly reproving
Simply, it's because I was in love with you.
Third place contest winner
Written: May 24, 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Falling from cloud 10 (a self rejection collaboration)
King Mandalay!
Poet Destroyer, I want to tell you this
My heart is not ready to sing
I will always seal my love to you with a final kiss
So you can always feel you were once my everything
I am sorry I was too much for you on your lonely night
My ego is too strong for you to be with someone like me
Sorry, my heart beat will set you on cloud five away from the light
It's not you my love I need more dots to see
PD, It is not easy to feel overzealous
I became paranoid with this system that glistens
A friendship I destroyed by the thought that made me jealous
P.D., I don't think we could ever be friends I never did listens
My ways ruined the perfect expression of a perfect emotion
Once again what could have been a nurtured affection I ended
You will never again see the moon to my ocean
I will leave you now on cloud 5 hoping you don't feel offended
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Poet Destroyer
King Mandalay, you’re my love and will always be my desire
With an endless world of possibilities you will forever own my heart
My heart for you will always burn with an eternal fire
I place my hand on my broken heart to another lonely street
Never will my heart beat feel complete
You were such a gift I did not want to live without
Without you I will go back to my cloud 5 the abyss of delete
I gave you my heart to the fullest, now why so much doubt?
King Mandalay, you spin my head round and round
Like a kaleidoscope ever color will crash above
You dropped my heart from cloud 10 right into the ground
Our friendship connected our fate into a promise of broken love
The gravity between me and you was really true in my heart
My lost emotions will break my unity to survive
You are the devil who ripped out my best body part
My energy will dive back into cloud 5 where life in no longer alive
CLOUD 5
COLLABORATION
Advent Of Spring
Reemerging sunlight magically illuminate a darkened alpine summit
Cloud lingered for an eternity now banished amidst surviving spruce
Spores through withered ground sprout anew like a recurring comet
Pristine water inundates bank of anonymous river nourishing moose
Above urban landscape people taste remnants of a variety of smells
Relishing April showers children emulate elfin leprechauns carousing
Cabs defying limousines vie for fares portraying overzealous gazelles
Memories of winter beneath a bluer sky heralds the advent of spring
01/13/2018
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
My soul’s confession knows no ordinary
penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind
the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—.
I doubt my own can judge the cemetery
of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary
pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined
through one and another—lurking behind
my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary,
sermon is held just out of sight of that
sinister scene. By holy spirits spurred,
and righteous indignations, high exactions,
my preaching psyche’s overzealous word
inflames my anxious system’s charged reactions—
Leave it to the black cat to catch the rat.
Early This Morning,
I observed a little black and white bird perched on a dry tree limb,
Without a care, without sentiment, nonchalant as ever.
Was it a he or she I could not tell, But He/She was very relaxed and unafraid,
Exhibiting the Emotion of sweet Happiness; And also one of of Pristine Peace, Peacefulness, Peaceableness, that transcended throughout my tender and welcoming Heart and Soul at that tender and welcoming moment.
And That Happiness transmitted to me like an electric wave.
I felt an electricity so strong that I felt like passing it onto someone else.
I felt the strongest inspiration, AND irresistible Urge and Motivation to pen this poem.
And Then out of the Bule all of sudden, It Started Chirping.
The Sweetest Music to my ear.
Like a beauteous and harmonious trumpet in A-Minor, or a resonating Orchestra,
That had me so soo Spellbound.
Who says we cannot learn from a Bird?
Here's proof, that's a falsity...a fib...an empty fallacy or farce.
When One Can so deeply appreciate a scene like this,
There is Beauty in the Day.
And these simple little observations and appreciations help us to survive well,
the inclement vicissitudes of this lovely but unfair life.
Blessings like these take away the stresses.
And for these small mercies we should be forever grateful.
Much better to spend a little time appreciating the good of this world,
Than to be locked in some frivolous overzealous and unnecessary fruitless, useless
And Pointless Argument with some moron.
Or repeatedly murmuring and grumbling miserably in utter misery about something gone awry.
Not realising that miserableness and negativity and stressing are catching like coughing and yawning, Just as Positivity and Happiness are.
behold, the Paranoid Schizoid.
lost in the void,
he’s an android.
the Victim of a cruel trick,
a tragic sort of magic,
there was no favorable pick.
i can see it in your eyes.
they don’t speak lies.
we were caught off guard.
oh, my life, a splintered shard.
during the sunshower,
i confided in the loudest flower.
and just like that, said the Bard,
i’m somebody else’s card.
fall into, out of, orbit
your perspective took a hit.
strangely, we might be in pain.
call your name in the rain.
“listen to the radio man.”
“radio man’s got a video plan.”
my common sense speaks louder,
“you’re just a creepy stranger.’
just bit overzealous,
with a tad bit of malice.
i acted too strange.
it pushed you right out of range.
i wanted to write a song.
no, wait, i see where i was wrong.
dangit, it’s rock or bust.
but i really like this dust.
this a careful path.
i don’t want to feel this wrath.
but if the Schizoid’s left to rot,
we might dare to strike back, slingshot!
this thing’s a failure flight.
this doesn’t seem too right.
i’m afraid to die alone.
but now you’re gone.
now we sit in this bar car
singing “won’t you take me far?”
but honestly, this isn’t okay.
i was horrible; i’m not okay.
I'm consumed by jealousy's flame
Overzealous emotions, hard to tame
My highs are intoxicating, lows devastating
Anger burns, a fire I'm hesitating
To love you fiercely, or leave in haste
My heart's a rollercoaster, hard to predict the pace
But you don't judge me, and that's my reprieve
For I'd judge you too, in self-defense
We're flawed, imperfect, yet we fit
Our issues entwined, a complicated knit
Give me your demons, I'll share mine
Together we'll face the trials of our minds
Bask in the glory of our brokenness
Our love's the solution to our messiness
I got issues, one's my need for you
You, with your quirks, and hands that pull me through
Poorly wired, yet perfectly mine
You break, you mend, with an ocean's design
Push and pull, our love's a test
But you see it from my side, and I from yours, we're blessed
We got issues, but love makes us whole
Embracing flaws, our hearts now unfold
I need you, you need me, in this imperfect dance
Together we'll heal, in this messy romance.
On a hot summer day in the hills
I went underground searching for thrills
Fifty Eight degrees year around
In the darkness, enlightenment was found
Down here is where it all began
Unearthed bones of earlier man
A small stream is what's left of the ocean
Hands of time, run in slow motion
Crystalline icicle looking stalactites
Meet and greet, ever growing stalagmites
Multicolored water drips like rain
To formations of colors with no name
The albino blind salamander commands
Sun starved creatures on diamond dust sands
And drip stones silently grow
Resident bats freely come and go
Ever changing pillars support a vaulted ceiling
Convenient and aesthetically appealing
Father Time spins his potter's wheel
His masterpiece is patiently revealed
Occasionally Mother Earth gets jealous
Becomes a tad bit overzealous
Withholding minerals he needs
He chisels sandstone as he slowly breathes
I think to myself, how ironic
This old cave drinks a mineral tonic
In human vanity, it's time we fear
Hence the beauty of millions of years
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
In the gentle haze of emerald leaves
Is balm for minds wrestling with unease
With a sweet green goddess solace found
In the garden where anxiety is unbound
She whispers to an overanxious soul
Dancing to a peaceful melody to console
Elevating my spirits to a celestial flight
Consternation disappears into the night
When panic's fierce storm comes near
The green goddess is a repellent of fear
A guardian peering out from a viridescent cloud
Providing respite from an overzealous crowd
Let the embers glow in a serene embrace
In the garden of green anxiety finds its grace
A sanctuary with a heightened sense of calm
The power to reactivate these hues in my palm
Ride of the Scarecrow Clan
(To: Mittens)
She was born in the corn on a cold misty morn,
the most beautiful cat on the farm.
(I must keep her from coming to harm!)
The most beautiful kitty inspired this ditty
with whiskers that whisper her charm,
wild white whiskers that whisper her charm.
But the angels grew jealous, much too overzealous,
they schemed up a dastardly plan,
that they stole from a medicine man.
They would use and abuse all their magic, so tragic,
to conjure the Scarecrow Clan,
for their devilish dastardly plan.
The Clan owed them a favor for past misbehavior,
behavior so foul and so cruel,
they would ride when moon became full!
When the moon elevated they rose animated
to drown Mitten’s in the cesspool.
As they hunted they started to drool.
Hunting high, hunting low, riding ‘round to and fro,
the Clan frantically searched helter-skelter,
for young Mittens who found a safe shelter.
As they howled and they growled all the air became fouled,
but they couldn’t find Mittens’ safe shelter.
“When we find her, in acid we’ll melt her!”
Could these four scarecrows stoop to even new lows
as they hunt by light of the moon?
(Better hurry the dawn will come soon!)
Long they hunted and haunted but she was undaunted,
she laughed at the bumbling buffoons,
while she purred out some kitty cat tunes.
Curled with grace in a space near the warm fireplace,
for the Scarecrow Clan fears the fire.
(Just the thought of it makes them perspire.)
Low they lurched as they searched in the fields near the church,
growing desperate, dejected, and dire,
for the sunlight will make them expire.
Then dawn broke Night's dark cloak with a big puff of smoke
as the angels’ black magic was shattered,
and the Scarecrow Clan riders battered.
Under natural law the Clan turned back to straw,
and their straw o’er the cornfield was scattered.
She'll be safe now and that’s all that mattered.
13-March-2020 (Friday the 13th). First Place in "A Rattling Rhyme" poetry contest sponsored by Nina Parmenter