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Through the valleys of shadow where longing enthrones its reign,
I have come to you, in search of the elixir of forgetfulness' gain,
Heart healer, mend my suffering with a phoneme's mend,
Banish the storm of feelings, that prison of mourning without end.
At your altar of blood and crystal, I have taken my vow,
Please offer me a mystical potion, or a talisman time does not allow,
To freeze my feelings, to heal my wounds profound,
With your alchemy, unbind my heart from this silent tune's bound.
Caressed by the weeping moon and the wind that whispers the night's secret core,
My heart prays for a transmutation, a transformation to soar,
Change my blood with ambrosia, cleanse my memory so sore,
To forget the amorous dance of the stars, and the dawn's grieving lore.
Beneath your alchemical shield, with all your divine tools,
Remove me from the obsession of love, and encase my soul in crystal's pools,
So that never again shall I feel those wandering butterflies' cruel schools,
And thus, with an immune heart, may I renew like a phoenix, reborn from pain's ashes, abides by no rules.
1. Humble gifts of Mother Nature: Free Verse: Humility
She gave a mixture of measured
Traces of gases to make a livable
Blend of air for lives to breathe well
She gave a magical potion
With rich nutrients to exist and sustain
All living things on this dear Earth
She spread ethereal carpet
Of soil to store, grow, regulate food to live,
For lives to recycle again
She stashed and stowed away fine rocks
To hold the mass good with unwavering strength
Bestow minerals to live well
She is so humbly rich to give
Such elegant presents to all lives on earth
Unworthy mankind took it all
2. Humble gifts of Mother Nature: Etheree: Humility
She,
Gave us
Air, Water, Soil,
Precious things that hold
Took million years to make
To help lives live and sustain
Balanced living - she wished to create
It floated for a while till a dawn
When human thought to use it all for self
Spoiled the gift, spoiled the giver, and failed terribly overall.
Invitation to a Valentine Bash
(Direction to the Venue)
I live on the Heartland Estate
across from the Elysian Fields,
At the corner of Lovers Lane
and Pure Passion Boulevard
in the town of Romeoville.
If you are taking a midnight train
Get down at the Juliet Junction;
Catch a bus to the Break-heart pass
and get off at the Harem Heights stop.
You'll reach my Pleasure Palace
before the break of day.
Flying of course is not advised
as it is impossible to dodge Cupid's arrows!
But if you are planning to drive,
Take the highway to Elysium.
You might have to stay
overnight at the Erotica Inn,
famous for sensual simulator kiosks.
After some luscious nibbling
at the Casanova Cafe,
You'll arrive before lunch
at my enchanting Chateau.
Bring your lust luggage,
Loads of love potion
and lots of charm.
Running amuck is strictly prohibited.
There will be plenty of time
to cuddle and coo
at the Pleasure Point hill,
Loll in a pool of honey and wine
and soak in the sensual glow
of a bohemian moon.
RSVP: A week shy of Valentine's Day
Or, please call 666-PASSION.
~12/25/16
for Mystic Rose contest
I gaze beyond
the silver winged
heart of
twinkling twilight,
lost within metaphors
in warm cashmere
bows of midnight.
Whilst lava lamps
for lost souls
f l i c k e r across
a maze of melancholy,
ghosts of past whispered
surreal sagas through
subtle mists~
silky snow that
d r i z z l e s
in the shape of crescent,
slowly trails
my moon-kissed skin.
If only the stars
of scarred silence
spoke the voiceless
truth raised from
the arms of trauma~
not every glowing
ray is destined
to be your wish
come true,
I was sculptured
in hailstones
of burnt ice,
and my ivory nails
drowned in the color
of your fire blood.
I am the throned
mistress of massacres,
a walking black storm,
that strikes onyx lightning
upon pearlescent
roads to hyacinth healing.
For everything
I touched
became frost,
when heavy clouds bled
to paint the skyscape
in citrine powder.
Perhaps, there is
no need of stretching
your fingers in gratitude,
as it shall
soon abandon
every lucky charm,
like the death of poetry
within inked
pages of
an accidental poet.
Yet, I still see
the unwritten
verses in your dewy eyes~
unsung
poetic confessions,
written in
diamond and rust;
“you’re the poison
I’m willing to take”
Like how romeo
died in the name of
a forsaken tale
told by the infatuated
soul of his Juliet~
Cupid’s bow still
is adorned with her
love-struck tears
that emanate
unshed truth.
So let, the alchemy
of dreams concoct,
a perfumed potion
from black
quartz rain,
to ease this caricature
lifetime of memories~
chasing sonnets
contrived in sorcery,
to seize the stories
of
misplaced prophecies.
whilst hope is flying
on paper wings
of a dark
horse carousel,
where my past self
was crystal-gazing,
to see the crown
carved from rhinestones
of shattered glasses,
piercing through
my honey mane.
But, this immortal
heart will remain
in a museum of
Monet’s garden,
where sorrowful
serenades linger
above thornless roses.
For I am heaven
and hell for you,
in everlasting awakenings
transcribed in turquoise
topaz till tomorrow…
There once was a nutty professor
Who felt he was so much the lesser
He mixed in a beaker
The perfect Id-tweaker
Out popped a sharp-dresser successor.
Buddy Love was the coolest of men
Where once an old egg-head had been
But despite how he tried
The old prof couldn't hide
From his nature, or who he had been.
His honest intent from the start
To impress a young blonde, a-la-cart
But each potion he'd brew
Wasn't sweet or as true
As the man that she found ... in his heart.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Favorite Comedy Movie" Poetry Contest, Alexis Y., Sponsor.
Once a tree
That walked as man
Tasting breezes moved
In seed with currents
Tossed to churning seas
Branching footprints
Sinking upward
In a breath
Of stars and moon.
Time the poison potion taken
For bones excused as broken splints
Shadows walking sideways into suns
Anchored belly born to new eclipse
Voices silent spoke of him
Without a sound from lips
Tongue to tongue
Tasting flakes of kissing snows
Trapped and bleeding
With the chore of laughter
From each gun,
Wandering songs unsung;
Nocturnal dramas lavish hand
Stopping all external movement,
Breaking in a bended way
All bodies lost -
Like hot fists pounding in summer sand
Like lost hopes sifted, drifting
Blowing through the fingers of each hand,
And he will walk as man
Once before,
Again.
The determination in my eyes
says don't mess with my time
to brilliantly shine and to rise
keeping my focus on the prize
with no one causing my demise
I will keep my self contained rage
coursing deep inside my veins
To unsheath my sword on that day
when my enemies will have to pay
battle hardened with strategy in play
To live or die for the cause I ride
because
my warrior spirit I can not hide
gathering my soldiers on my side
Mounting our horses saddled to deride
my opponents who can not fight
An intellect beyond their comprehension
A wind at our backs igniting confusion
Their victory song will be an illusion
The smell of sucess will be a delusion
My plan of attack is right now in motion
Sweet revenge is my bottled potion
Drop your swords my unrighteous foes
Off with your heads are my righteous blows
Bodies piled to be picked apart by crows
With these slaughtering fields I will gloat
I'm a warrior with my strength to show
Very feminine yet extremely deadly, woah!
(My true God is a rightous warrior and
taught me to be a warrior too)
I often think
In darker times
It's pointless toil
Creating rhymes
For what do rhymes
Achieve, and such?
Perfection strives
For words to clutch
Some faint idea
Some headlocked chat -
It smiles, then fades
Like Cheshire Cat
Chasing thought
Down rabbit hole
Succeed or fail
No heads will roll
From bitter world
To jammy tart
Where sweetness lives
In printed heart
No grumpy queen
No neckline threats
Beguiling words
This soul begets
Perhaps, in time
Simplistic notion
Can be transformed
With the right potion
Perhaps, if time
Allows, we will
Through heartfelt words
Our dreams fulfill
With verdancy surrounding me, I wish to spin
around this world of endless spring that I am in.
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green.
If nature is a woman, here she loves to preen
in emeralds whose splendor I’ve so seldom seen
as I revel in our drive out to the ocean.
Winding roads we travel with a zig-zag motion.
Where land weds water, we breathe a magic potion.
How I love this gorgeous shoreline of Oregon.
We come upon a beach, so I’m expecting fun,
But sky does not comply, and now we’ve lost the sun!
I also notice once-blue sky has changed to grey.
How happy I had been to spend time at the bay,
but wind and chilly weather bring my heart dismay.
The water feels so cold! I pull my sweater tight.
I can’t lie on my blanket soaking in sun’s light.
Oh, I long to jump some waves! This just isn’t right.
Wasted beauty can’t be felt warm upon my skin!
Bewitched am I by forests, hills, and fields of green
as I revel in our drive out to the ocean.
How I love this gorgeous shoreline of Oregon.
I also notice once-blue sky has changed to grey
The water feels so cold! I pull my sweater tight.
Wasted beauty can’t be felt warm upon my skin!
Written July 5, 2016 for The Crown of Couplets Contest
Judged July 30, 2016 and now used
for the I Got Zero, Nothing, Nada- 2 Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
eerie silence at midnight…
walking through an empty churchyard,
someone calls my name, don’t see a soul!
tu whit! tu whoo…an owl hoots somewhere!
whooosh! blows the howling wind!
uncanny ominous night… I can hardly breathe!
who are those three abominable faces around a cauldron!
wonder if they are brewing some secretive concoction…
heard the witches need a lizard’s tail, toe of a frog,
fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog...
and more, to make their potion work!
a mysterious half-moon is shining bright,
spot a sinister castle on the hill -
reminds of frightful Dracula’s abode…
appears from inside, the silhouette of a bride in white,
holding a cala lily bouquet,
Oh my, the three witches got dressed in pink,
they are the bridesmaids!
No, no, no, I must flee from this menacing site.
I scream in terror, I stumble in horror,
I run frantically in the fiercest darkness,
not knowing where I am heading,
The three terrifying creatures darted after me,
they giggle, and they snarl!
How can they let the groom leave?
sweating profusely, open my eyes…
It’s dawn! I am saved!
clouds hanging heavy, but hear a tiny bird cooing!
November 5, 2022
"Writing Challenge - Unburden a U word" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France