Long Phantasmagoria Poems
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Here I stand
Amidst the Crossroads of Life
Abandoned, Worldly Pleasures behind me, Forsaken Crimson Wasteland
Here I Am
Pouring Libations to the Oracle of Truth
Selfish Desires Beyond Me, Rites of the Sacrificial Lamb
Messenger of the Crossroads, I Prostrate Before Thee
Time as a ever Rolling Stream, A Speckled Phantasmagoria
I look forward as my Faith is Sealed, The Shaman's Stone Revealed My Destiny
On my Right
Kindred Patriarchs Hold my Hand
Designate Strength to Avoid Dismay for Eternity
Fortify Me With Sturdy Ideals, May I Stand Upright
On my Left
Nurturing Matriarchs, Soothed, Comforted and Healed
Suckled And Secured, I Yield, Restored am I, Divine Spirit of Purity
Here I Stand Before the Thinning Veil, Maiden of Unbounded Weft.
whilst
courting
reveries
in
chamomile
fields
day spring
beckons
blushing
brilliantly
beguiled
diaphanous
phantasmagoria
seducingly
unraveling
craving
gossamery
yet
enticing
thrumming
gently
then
thrusting
softly
~ k i s s ~
unearthing
secret
meadows
of
poetry
writhing
against
satin
sheets
tongue
ignites
a
ravenous
hunger
even
if
skies
were
without
stars
& moon
bid
farewell
warming
glow
& embracing
time
eternal
love song
~ e c h o i n g ~
our
wonderland
eating
winter away,
& drinking up
spring sun
fruits
of
ambition
blooming
in
garden
of
hope
4th place contest winner
Written: March 19, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1200 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
NOTE::THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
(Of the past 3,400 years, humans have been entirely at peace for 208 of them, Or just 8% of the recorded history. Estimates for the total number killed in wars and genocides throughout all of human history range from 150 million to 1 billion.)
“A world without war” is not gonna happen….ever;
And, if you believe in Seers and Scriptures, ARMAGADDON is yet to come!
PEACE? Ahhh, Peace is…
A subliminal perception,
An utopian world
A boondoggle task, Unattainable;
A paradise, a heaven
Topic for fiction and scriptures
A phantasmagoria of tranquility and conflict,
An illusion
A mirage
A chimera.
Man is made in God’s image…
Godly, saintly and benevolent;
But know thou not?
Man is inherently
more beastly than the beast –
The epitome of all that’s evil.
Lurking in him is a tyrant,
A rapist, an arsonist,
A jihadi, a crusader, an inquisitor,
A marauder, a warmonger,
A killer, a ravager –
The very incarnation of the Devil!
Man is not meant to live in peace.
It simply is not in our DNA.
When God can command Joshua:
“However, you must not let any living thing survive among the cities of these people the Lord your God is giving you as an inheritance. You must completely destroy them – the Hethite, Amorite, Canaanite, Perizzite, Hivite, and Jebusite ….” (Deut. 20:16-18)
“Now go and attack the Amalekites and completely destroy everything they have. Do not spare them. Kill men and women, infants and nursing babies, oxen and sheep, camels and donkeys.” (1 Sam 15:3)
I REST MY CASE.
Anti-intellectualism may breed anti-curiosity.
Harsh reality can frustrate existential sternness.
They tied backlash against "mere" curiosity.
Yet, every human behavior has a purpose.
Conveying a full breakdown of all the key sights.
Tangling, multiplying tendrils sepia from white.
My character has changed significantly already.
Rhododendron in blooming; existentialist edgy
The moon pendulum is at its most vulnerable.
Strong, direct sunlight makes vivacity visible.
Recognizing oneself in the gaze of the Other.
Transtemporal throws ages in a shadow cover.
Romance, paraphyllium, and aurora snow,
harvest moon, opaline luster, and coral glow.
Eurasian plant calyxes with spicate bloom.
Five stars in the sky; a red glow in the gloom.
Wake up, mystery, and join me on Mars.
Latte, belt out a song that heals my scars.
Opal in black, a ruby for the crown gem,
Is that thunder? You infer my heart hem.
Is this a dream, upon a shimmering silver sky?
Antsy flow, a phantasmagoria of my avow mind.
Chimes in Venice, a piercing stare into my eye,
as though we've always been close, my kind.
Sparkle up the universe and unveil thyself.
Moon wake, I'm steering my rise from a shelf.
Who were we if not to serve the whole world?
How do we fathom where we'll be stirred?
The darkness shrouded the vision of man.
Scattering flies at dawn since they had begun.
We face the share of the world with blackness.
Having to push and shove away the darkness.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: December 18, 2022
This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From
The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
In the shadow of sunlight where dreams dance daintily
Forgotten memories flicker and fade into frozen fragments
Slivers of soft light illumine the dappled canopy of leaves
The luminescence of son et lumiere is lavish in its lustre
The phosphorescence of photons creates a phantasmagoria
Scenes of silver silence resurrect sonorous solace
The forest glade flits and flirts with frolicking fading light
Burnished beams of bright sunrays ballet in between birches
In the shade, shafts of sunshine shatter, scatter into sparkling specks
Hazel Helios hovers high up in the heavenly hemisphere
The gigantic globule gleams golden as it gives its greetings to gloaming
Surrounded by surreal saffron setting in the shadow of sunlight
My words of love are just flowing out
An unending stream of passion
Since you reentered my life, my darling
My joy is no longer rationed
A most fortunate soul to say the least
So many have felt this euphoria
Almost too much for my poor heart to take
It's literally phantasmagoria
Before I pass on if there's any love justice
I'll caress you one more time
And feel the warmth of your tender soul
To know that feeling divine
At the risk of repeating it too many times
I'll love you to the ends of the earth
This feeling inside to the depth of my soul
Can't describe how much it's worth
Dark shadows cast by trees at night-
as wind gives life to limbs that scare,
so oft can stir such inner fright.
Dark shadows cast by trees at night
morph images- let thoughts incite
unwanted feelings of despair;
dark shadows cast by trees at night-
as wind gives life to limbs that scare.
The mind plays games and creates fear,
as tree-limb shadows writhe around
like eerie snakes, entwined, austere.
The mind plays games and creates fear,
while courage fades- truths disappear.
As steady moonbeams sweep the ground,
the mind plays games and creates fear-
as tree-limb shadows writhe around.
October 24, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet- ABaAabAB
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 11/12/2020
Phantasmagoria (a shifting series of phantasms,
illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a
dream or as created by the imagination).
dictionary.com
Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything more often wins the day
Francesca left her pie though (no one will eat that)
Gluwein, go get it, we need it now
Hysterical colors spin all around me
Illicit behavior may well be tolerated though only after 10pm
Jellybeans are being shoved into orifices now
Knives are being put away for the safety of everyone here (especially Dwayde)
Lathering up all the kid's faces now to resemble tiny maniac Santas
My mother is making tea
No one will drink
Octopussy is playing in the background
Phantasmagoria bread pudding
Quickly tell me who ate all the bread pudding
Round them up and shoot them
Seriously
The only thing I ever eat is the bread pudding and everyone knows it
Unusual cravings now
Vertical with help from the wall
Waiting for someone named Misty to return from her car with her white elephant
Xenon purple body
Yuletide clopping going on inside my head
Zesty reds streak across the insides of my eyelids
No matter what bad stuff is going on around us
You have made my world a blessing
Nothing seems to have the same meaning anymore
All I see are images of us caressing
You can call me a fool, you can call me a dreamer
You're the reason for my euphoria
You've turned this whole world of mine upside down
It's just simply phantasmagoria
Without a thought it started out quite innocently
But quickly turned into a dream
We never knew what each new day had in store
That day my life picked up steam
So I thank you my dearest adorable ladybug
For breathing new life into me
Have a new reason to jump out of bed each day
I'm filled to the top with much glee!
There's only one reason, it's you sweetie pie
My life's now a heavenly blue
Since you and I met all those many years ago
It's you my sweetie pie, it's you!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Assaulting me! The darkness comes to be
in devil’s guise. Phantom haunts my mind;
in sleep paralysis I cannot flee -
insanity bleeding through ruined rind.
I’m humbled now and at your merciless
whims and words afflicting by your whipping
cruelty I’d endured and what of this -
stranglehold of fear that is so gripping.
The trauma it inflicts does overwhelm
in present as it did in madness past,
as Hypnos slips me blackened nightmare’s realm
my sanity becomes a lone outcast.
Stalking specter and there’s no protections,
I’m the victim with my mind in confines,
house of mirrors broken your reflections;
antagonistic mania still shines.
My life with you; you’re still inside my head,
though self-destruction chose as your fare-well.
Subconsciously you infiltrate with dread
as incubus revenge becomes my Hell.
Susan Ashley
September 23, 2018
*Hypnos: the ancient Greek god of sleep*