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Written: June 07, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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The Phantom Choir
In the quiescence of last Sunday,
Prophecy heralded the hour past two,
I heard a whisper at hibiscus dawn—
a seamless voice I swore I always knew.
In blissful flutter—it said night was wide,
Chrysalis sorrow stirs a bed for fools,
that in the hush, when hearts collide,
The lost willows are left to wade in pools.
Facing the kernel until the street thinned,
And my shadow’s sepals bled away,
Rusted voice strings within me spoke again—
It's hymn frills poised for slow decay.
The Hollow Pact
Will I wake to descry my cracked mind,
emptied of all its sharpened teeth?
Will murky echoes break their binds,
Or gnaw beneath the sheath?
The alchemy battle sparks, but I am dust—
wispy strands, a soldier tied in flimsy chains.
Each idea erodes the periwinkle ones I trust,
while the weight of stress remains.
You graze me with a maze—why do I stand so still?
Resurrection of the soul—so why shake your hands?
But dread can have its way to fulfill—
The transcendence of love is lost in vicious demands.
The Third Mourning
Wise chakras buried beneath the walls I built,
the zen voice still scrawls its wordless plea.
It concedes my yantra’s vulnerability, my guilt,
peers where peacock pleadings wane into a spree.
It hums inside the tremors of sapphire light,
I close my eyes as it runs over lily-filled shorelines.
Bits of lunar-glazed silver dust grow in quiet nights,
and procrastinated pledges become lies.
In my dour dreams, it tells me not to resist—
“You know that silken shivers favor sound.”
Amid cyan azure peace, I learn misery persists,
for flickers of love fear the burial mound.
The Acoustic Waltz
In nocturnal dryness—sing soft verses in the dark,
claims the enamored inked words are not hers.
She plucks cerulean hymns without leaving a mark,
The tune of her carved kohl was lost in slurs.
She sways in the russet yarns of neon glow,
bows beneath the ricochet’s wild haze—
a phantom waltz in katabatic motion, moving slow.
a cosmic voice garden, too faint to truly be a maze.
Her pocket holds a ring of black gem glass,
won as a child’s dare, a piece of smitten ink.
She warms it, sighs, and watches it pass
through flaming flecks—hands that fight to sink.
With your eyes full of hate
As venom drips from your fangs,
Your pores oozing contempt
While anger courses through your veins
A putrid cloud of malevolence
Surrounds your black heart,
While animosity and revenge
Rips your sanity apart
Your mind has been poisoned
And your spirit subverted,
By the slow death of your soul
Which you could have averted
You chose to consume
The evil and hate,
Eating every rancid morsel
Served to you on that plate
Your wash it all down
With that liquid you hold dear,
As you continue to drown
In your own misery and fear
This sickness has destroyed
Everything you held true,
You've traded your life
For that foul devils brew.
Unable to see
Past the darkness and lies,
Even deaf now to hear
Your soul’s pleadings and cries
Unsuccessfully you try
To wash it away,
As you drink from that bottle
Day after day
I pray for your soul
And the torment you face,
But the truth about yourself
Alcohol can never erase.
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“Pristine your pose, exposed artistic allure”
Canvas on easel waits patiently,
naked in formless thought
Inviting rapture’s brush strokes
“White on white destined pleadings”
Visions engulf watercolor yearnings
blending passion’s tints…
Seductive bristled breaths fall
“Soft curves fill unframed desires”
Orchid skin seeps semi-gloss wishes,
hues of fire fed glazing
Smooth along tender tan lines
“Valleys of bliss penetrate oiled needs”
Mahogany eyes captivate,
portals shimmering silently,
beckoning in secretive glances
“Seductive palettes draw on my sight”
Crimson lips in a whimpered pout,
satin pillowed arching designs
whisper me my dreams
“Their touch breaks my will”
As I paint you, I linger in lust
Overwhelmed by your beauty,
falling helplessly into this masterpiece
“And we become one via art”
Saturated in drop cloth drippings,
sighs of fevered temptations rise
releasing abstract movements
“Acrylic serenity, vibrant achings”
Melting in chromatic motion,
collapsing among over-sprayed delirium,
embracing flowing iridescent endings
“Lost forever in a portrait of love”
Reject not sweet musings memories evoke
Extolling elation our passions amplified
Assuage the fervid hints emotions stoke
That eternal vows once callously denied
Let bygones fade away on skyline bright
When your smile scintillates opaline skies
Being my delight of Venus every night
Blazing flame of desires glinting your eyes
“Share the hopes within you still
And hold the dreams that in you reside
Invite a kiss from parted lips
And trace the paths where hearts abide”
Awaken your impulses reveries fantasize
As nightmare of yore in womb of dawn dies
And ambiance of day, aspirations surmise
Where sparkles of amethyst glisten sunrise
Savor again missives your feelings confide
As pleadings of hearts doting souls revive
Let whispers of yearnings be your guide
While blossoms of romance fervently thrive
Entrust me your voice, music of my choice,
Strumming evermore rhythms of your song
In concert of my beats, it is you I rejoice
Pulsing my heart where forever you belong
May 28, 2021
Placed 1st: Choose your form 2 poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Placed 1st: All yours (June 4) by Brian Strand
Lord receive my cries before you
listen to every word I utter
show me understanding from your word
make it clear for the times I stutter
Open the way for my pleadings
receive them as you're full of grace
according to your law deliver me
so I'll glorify you in your place
I shall praise God with my lips
as I'm taught by His spirit divine
to sing aloud of the word of God
for they are truly from the sure vine
In my dilemma, I've chosen you
allow your hand to be upon me
your salvation I desire all day long
for it leads me up Calvary's tree
May my soul live to praise you
so I delight in God's word for my aid
may your sheep never get lost
help me Lord for I've strayed
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the twenty-second and final poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
The seam was torn and its gap ignored,
in the canvas tent at the campsite.
Dark clouds surged from the west,
appearing suddenly over the Kentucky hills
just as the evening sky turned pink.
The parents' eyes met with understanding.
He had been sure it wouldn’t rain
during this get-away weekend--
had ignored her pleadings.
Comfort found in a nickel’s worth of thread.
The preparation was made in great haste,
in response to the call of distress,
regarding the death of a close relative,
on a cold winter day in March.
He packed his suit with other clothes,
remembered underwear and shaving kit,
but not a belt or suspenders,
so the trouser button did all the work.
Reassurance found in a nickel’s worth of thread.
A toddler walked up to the ledge,
not sensing danger or a threat,
until a parent grabbed it just in time,
before the fatal plunge.
The grasp was firm, the fingers tight
around the fabric of the shirt,
to save a life when buttons held,
and the danger was soon forgotten.
Safety found in a nickel’s worth of thread.
Quote: The forest is my loyal friend. A Delphic shrine to me.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The forest is my sanctuary, a sphere of peace, a realm of solace,
Dwelling in equanimity, conjuring serenity harmonious, flawless;
Where my heart sings, humming hymns, lauding a tranquil place,
Ringing soul’s sacred bells, echoing reverence of Delphic grace.
Zealous vibes of the forest gleam, vying lure of enchanted eyes,
Whether welcoming avid dawns, lifting with aureate sunrise,
Or greeting dreams of rosy-eventide, themes esoteric surmise,
Mesmerized by art of fuchsia motifs, upon sapphire-blue skies.
In this forest often I find, angelic gifts of messengers divine,
Much alike ancient prophecies, emanating from Apollo’s shrine,
Bestowing blessings of Artemis, proffering halo of healing light,
Where I enter edified, enlightened basking in solitude of night.
Whispers-comforting soothe, life’s anguish in tender breeze,
Strumming rhythms of leaves, conversing with sashaying trees,
As tenor of birdsongs reverberates, propagating tunes of glee,
Where animals roam freely, and butterflies chromatic spree.
Living in the moments inspiring, as instincts erudite, spur me on,
Leaving behind travails of past, and memories-wistful of bygone,
Elevating reveries of morrow, yet, reveling in passions of now,
Content I feel, in offerings of life, pleadings benevolent avow.
Eternal feels its timeless domain, ethereal is its cherubic voice,
In company of this selfless friend, mindfully, gratefully I rejoice;
Reflecting on occult, yet, heavenly eloquence luring my mind,
To decode the message of Delphic lexicons, Apollo enshrined.
This is a day of real deep declension
the clouds look to be drawing near
Jesus warned us of such an evil day
when mankind will have much to fear
This world has consistently rejected God
more and more as the years have gone by
they're without excuse as judgement comes
then the great judge will declare you must die
Peter warned of this in his first epistle
telling all that the end was in sight
exhorting believers to be much in prayer
making sure our pleadings go into flight
Be praying with a real seriousness
making sure to be contacting every day
with your saviour and Lord who hears you
He will listen carefully when you pray
Learn to be ever watchful all around
be on your guard as Satan seeks to attack
on your knees looking up for God's provision
then the Lord's armour won't ever crack!
('But the end of all things is at hand; therefore be serious and watchful in your prayers.')
1 Peter 4: 7 (NKJV)
In Solace
I live in an aura
of prolonged isolation
On the edge of the city
my hermitage thrives
Alone with my thoughts
the world but an orphan
In solace indentured
— I serve and I thrive
(The New Room: June, 2026)
When Least Expected
Out of left field
or deep in the night
The words come unbidden
as welcome delights
Not knowing the minute
or hour they’re born
They enter my consciousness
raw unadorned
When trying to call them
they often ignore
My summons and pleadings
that knock on their door
But when least expected
their gift a surprise
The breath I’ve been missing
— that keeps me alive
(The New Room: June, 2026)
To Dream
Teach them
to wonder
And teach them
to search
Teach them
to love
As you teach them
— to dream
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Never Let Time
Never let fear
determine
your future
Never let distance
turn you
away
Never let critics
dissuade
or discourage
Never let time
with its limits
— betray
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
Take a quick notice sir
Was my mother that was disturbed?
Or were the ones who swept her away
Were they the ones who were insane?
No wait I have more to tell
Yes I will keep it out of hell
With my eyes as you were told
I saw them still a child’s soul
To where you ask I cannot say
For there I was not allowed to stay
For those who swore that I was wrong
Had kept me jailed all along
So please sir I ask for your quote
So I may retaliate on all who spoke
Spoke their words of unjust laws
Then punished me for their flaws
So please sir but another moment of your time
Here’s my payment forgive me for its all in dimes
Pardon me sir but it’s your job
To find the ones who have been robbed
Is this a lie I will try and prove
But the judges here won’t let me move
Some judicial fraud they said
Then what’s the truth is all I beg
Pardon me for I do place blame
On Only the thief who is insane
And the advocates who hands are still
Claiming rights to all your quills
Yes I’m sure their hearts are true
BUT WHAT HAS LUST DONE FOR YOU
Pleadings
Lorraine Aldredge Peterson Dedicated to DCSB of America