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In this near future
I’ll never die
I must never open my eyes to cry
In this near future
It seems I have cursed this presence of life
I have placed doom
Upon any courtesy of essence due to what’s right
Your angel of light
One flash
A simple loan of your most treasured belongings
And in my vaults of anguish shall rest your ash
Messiah of arched smiles
I’ve carried this burden
For time has been measured “a while”
Summon me perched in hurt
I have searched for the warmness within your smirk
Beyond my pieced together songs
My emptiness lurks
Never the less it’s all in further efforts
Yet in this near future
I’ll never die
I must never open my eyes to cry
In this near future
Disaster shall not be worn
Therefore the pieces of this song
You shall not mourn
Silver flashes through ocean swells
sound ripples across the water
strolling the moonlight kissed water
surrender to nights sensual promise
foam breaks, mermaid soars resplendent
cobalt teal diamond skin shimmers
powerful tail propelling her way
phosphorescence trails behind
sea sparkles flitting in her wake
face startles, finely dotted aqua spots
thick lips pout, fierce, predatory
fiery orange and red markings
warrior lines swirling, cheek to neck
swims towards me, I’m awestruck
daggered teeth, transfixed
purple searing eyes, allured
flips mid-air, veers away to plunge deeply
her tail douses me in sea water
I laugh and marvel
savage beauty of the sea
silver flashes through ocean swells
Entered in “Give me your best new poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Dated 12/10/2019
Placed 8th with thanks
Beyond her veil;
eyes induced by secretive stars
became drawn to a path illuminated by
flickering, shimmering pale moonlight.
Each spirited step led to the
revelation of her secret garden.
But
upon arrival at her doorstep;
disbelief disabled my soul's delight.
Through the mist all I saw were
rotten leaves among crushed rose petals -
wilting.
In shame,
a naked cherry blossom tree
stood in silence, immersed in a puddle of
soaked blushing buds -
drowning.
So I collected every bud, gently
placing them in an empty fountain.
Patiently I sat, embracing her;
waiting for the winds to blow and
take all her imperfect petals with them.
But all they brought was a
spiritless stench, haunting the air.
As the mist cleared, a crow cried,
perched upon a tree stump whose
rotten roots lay amongst its
once magnificent torso.
So I placed all her branches
into a barren river, hoping the rain
would wash them away.
But no rain fell.
Now lost,
I followed confused caterpillars
crawling along a trail of blood.
Upon journeys end;
a breathless butterfly lay in slumber,
So I placed my lips onto hers,
but could not breathe life into her.
To soothe her decaying wings,
I built a cocoon, but only the
caterpillars accepted sanctuary.
Cracks crumbled her wings,
preventing her from healing.
Silent saffron sun awoke blackbirds,
whose chorus of chants guided my mind
away from the valley of misconception.
So I left. Weeping.
Unable to save her once
magnificent garden from ruin.
Old age has its survival irregularities
lessons we have learned to avoid
mostly unintended consequences
my great-grandchildren have their name
in english with washable marker
placed upon their forehead
i have become more adept at reading lips
more understanding i repeat my stories
to ears who have already heard that escapade
and not offended by the face given
which tells me as much
i am at peace with the world in a hurry
and smile when they remind me
i am not; i understand hand gesticulations
retired my eyesight long ago
in ever-correcting lenses
forgetting to wear my hearing aid
and entering the task of shopping
is where i learned to read lips
i have exchanged countless pleasantries
without having to learn other languages
and have made new helpful friends
who have explained what the cashier said
grocery scooters are mastered
with only a few store displays dismantled
in a nice short time, but home delivery is wiser
waiting in line at the pharmacy i always ask
anybody remember back in elementary school
them talking about doctor's visits
lab tests, pill dispensers, lines at the pharmacy
the only new people you see regularly
are in medical offices, dead silence
the other day entering a buffet
pushing my walker ahead of me
sat a man on a bench, his hair greying
he gave my walker a worried look
i know that look, recognizing impending doom
don't worry i assured him
it only grows worse
inside i am chided over my choices
you know how they worry about diet
i reply, i am gathering while i may
roses are inedible; more gravy, please
Oregon 10/1/26
When in drizly April, I am swayed by
incredible petrichor, run to the window,
watch pouring rain on every trembling leaf,
every quivering branch, caressing the trees,
ecstatically savouring every bit of
those tiny raindrops… as if trees waiting
for so long to get drenched with passion!
I only live to dream about you!
I only live to pine for you!
When in majestic Fall, I get intoxicated
with vibrant colours of the universe, leaves
whirling, swirling, twirling, fluttering
all around, I want to dive in the piles of colours
like a soul in ecstasy, and feel the
warmth of you clasping my hand tight!
I only live to embrace you
when my eyelids droop in slumber,
in frosty chilly winter nights, scintillating
snowflakes covering the treetops,
rooftops laced with silver ribbons
of shiny white, evergreens bejewelled
with snow pellets, I wait and glance
through the hazy misty window panes,
and reminisce about the unforgettable
precious moments of our togetherness.
I only live to read poetry with you!
when the moon glistens in hushed darkness,
stars twinkle and sprinkle stardust
in our dreamy eyes, fireflies glitter
and moths surrender to their destiny!
your tender silky voice makes me fall
in love again and again...and again.
I only live to read poetry with you!
April 7, 2023
"I Only Live To Love You" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Placed Sixth
My frightful steel helmet is so battered, dinged and frayed
It was issued by the Air Force - not a haberdashery store
I don't suppose it would look very proper in an Easter Parade
But it sure did come in handy-dandy when fightin' in the war
For such things as bathin', washin' drawers and so much more
Camouflage nettin' adorned it in lieu of ostrich feathers and lace
Many fellers preferred civilian life sportin' a jazzy, felt fedora
On the march the dad-gum thing flopped about and fell in your face
Twigs, grass and weeds covered it to blend in with the flora
Four-letter words were heaped upon it - of which there was a plethora
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Carol Brown's "My Favorite Hat Or Bonnet" Contest - Apr 2011
Summer’s warmth breezed upon the verdant hills
Quivering golden twilight’s zesty marigold appeal
Scintillating rustling leaves in resplendent prairies
While eventide’s glaring aura emulated your zeal
When leisurely you strolled on tranquil sandy beach
As sun’s amber beams glimmered your footprints.
Delighted by your visit, thrilled in your company,
Reveling your mystique I unfolded your dreams,
Enchanted I revered the pulse of your heartbeats
When every hug blushed the face of your fantasy
As slowly you revealed to me what true love means
Sprinkling hints boldly in flirtatious fervid kisses.
Virgin aspirations soon titillated beats of romance
Inducing seduction in every touch, every glance,
Embracing moonlit desires, gazing twinkling stars
Cuddling dreamy nights through melodies of dawns
As lyrics of sensual reveries wrote our love story
Extolling virtuous yearnings in blazing hearts’ music.
I remember you left amidst autumn’s ruby winds
As ocher themes dazzled, whirling russet leaves;
We treasured those longings, cherishing love sublime,
But the allure of its sensuous vows faded over time
When we grew apart trading ambivalent feelings
And promises, once idyllic, altered their meaning…
Yet, passions still ignite, doting withered memories.
July 6, 2020
Placed 2nd: One that got away poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
My Dearest Colorful Queen,
Thirty seven colors in one tail feather
The most beautiful Peacock ever
That's
what
you
are...
A euphoric tail feathered star
All perfectly placed like a work of art
Be
still
my
heart...
Everything you chirp it hurts
Hurts in an oh so lovely way
Each
and
every
day...
Did you put this lump in my throat
Because I can't even swallow
You
I
will
follow...
When your presence is close my dear
You are all that I can hear
Your
voice
so
clear...
I want to wrap you in my wings
And sing songs like song birds sing
Will
you
marry
me???
Together forever in turquoise harmony
You are already a part of me
We
are
forever
lasting...
Let's fly together in our dreams
To our own nest for future offspring
One
big
happy
family...
I have your ring to match your beautiful artistry
I had it sized for your claw perfectly
It's
meant
to
be...
I am honored to be in your presence
Each and every precious second
Please
say
yes
please...
As I humbly await your reply
Love, that Peacock Guy
Written for contest: "Love Letter"
Hosted by : Viv Wrigley 10/29/17
Won 1st Place in Contest Results
how do people carry on after loss?
it doesn't matter what type of loss
a person, a relationship, a friendship
a sport, a job, an animal
it's never been any easier
i've felt more types of loss than some can imagine
and yet they all hurt equally
in their own ways
maybe my brain is the problem
it can't tell the difference
between a small loss and a large one
each one still feels like a part of me is stolen
ripped right out of me
leaving a big gaping hole
most people say it'll fill
slowly mend itself back together
but i feel like mine only grows bigger
more pieces taken before any can be placed back
i want the hole to be mended
i'm tired of feeling this pain
but it only grows
maybe i'm cursed to always feel like this
maybe it's my destiny
but man it'd feel great
to just be whole for once
Thrice I attempted to express my feelings,
Thrice I failed miserably.
A fog covered every part of my soul.
A storm darkened my brain,
But no lightning lit my thoughts.
All that was sweet, is dead.
And I am dying too,
Slowly but surely dying,
Slowly, till with the finality
Of an auctioneer’s blow
Death’s axe shall fall
Like a yellow karate blow
Then shall I be cut in twain:
But not yet, alas not yet,
My death but lingers,
Now I only wane.
Oh, curse the world.
Has the time come
When I must close my red-rimmed eyes
And give up my ebony soul
To the chaos and darkness below?
14 September 2021
Placed 1
Word Chosen No 2
''L'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France