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Premium Member The Solemn Rose

In the breathing forest came memories of my youth,
Nothing more than happiness shadowed by the truth.
The rising sun pulchritudinous like the smile on her face,
Let me think of her once more of pure and simple grace. 

    In the center of the wood lived a solemn rose,
    Surrounded by a cruel weed which prohibited it to grow.
    The weed was not considerate only thinking of itself,
    Hurt the little rose not caring of how it felt. 

    Now the rose has grown up and overtowers the weed,
    Making it undernourished and causing it to bleed.
    Through tolerance and patience the rose has been well fed,
    And for the spiteful weed, he gained a brand new bed.

Glancing to the falling moon, I've realized what I've done,
I've killed my inner self by following the sun.
I only hope that things will change far before the end,
So that the enemy I have gained will turn to be my friend.

1989

Seventh Place
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney

Third Place
YOUR PERSONAL FAVORITE, NO. 2
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member A Dazzle of Poetry



pulchritudinous ingots chisel and shades
dazzle and illuminate umpteen reasons

poetry is like a swirling, susurrus-sibilant chimera
of innuendo arty souls, albeit vapid syntax
around serene scenery, orbs, and idealism

Is unction vital to adorn naked words with plumose wings?
whose views of contentment, vim, and happiness?
Inversely hamstringing people with arrows?

sighs of sorrow sound sowed soil
mothers, wailing and yelling out to unborn spirits

as our hearts crave affection
poetry provides its verisimilitude vacuum

do susurrus coruscating suborn scarlet spills?
deep within a stymie pirouette
the tortured sinews of a troubled mind are twisting

my life bill was still due till my final breath
I bequeath you my spirit as expressed in sonnets
I bequeath you my marrow, wrapped in iambic style
I bequeath you my mind, crafted with mispronunciation
sharing with those who owe me a xanthous soul
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Premium Member My Oneiric Periwinkled Diamond

Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,

Twinkle 
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El       
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell            
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell           
Twinkle 

Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel 

Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate 
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate

Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss        
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess 
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce 
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress

Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes  
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?

Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone 
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn

Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart     
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art

Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails    
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave    

Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty

Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels 
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile  

Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty  



11/19/2017	Updated 5/14/2019
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
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Pesky Poppycock Payback Please Prepare

Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,

parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements

projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,

polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial

principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball

players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote

phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Form: Persona

chrysanthemums

You always loved reading 
I was never one for it 
You lent me one of your books 
It still remains in my possession 

You were my favourite book, you opened up to me so easily 
Your cover was the most pulchritudinous 
Little did I know your contents were valetudinous 
That's the thing about books, the inscriptions aren't always as pretty as the cover 
The words that filled your pages, I wanted nothing but to show you my assuages 

I stare at your pictures for hours on end 
Dreaming, fantasizing about holding you 
Your spine was cracked, your blurb was ruined 
You loved your books, but I wasn't apart of your library 
Maybe you'd read the story on my grave, would you visit my cemetery? 

Would you shed a single tear for me? 
You knew that my favourite flowers we're chrysanthemums 
If it were you, guilt would take over like exanthemas 
I say all this like you'll still know me before I’m gone 
Are all your memories of me still yet to have withdrawn? 

I wish I closed your book when I had the chance 
Maybe you'd not be here if I did, you left me in a trance 
I wish it was harder for me to forgive everything you did to me 
But I know at the end of the day, I'd take you back, you wouldn't, so why aren't you dead to me?
© Shay Old  Create an image from this poem.


Moonlit Thoughts


Last night, the "wolf moon's" crepuscular aura glowed.

A luminous peach orb, it hung in its abode 
so spectacularly, that I silently slowed
my weekend walk through the willowwacks, while words flowed,
as molten lava from volcanoes would explode.
Its afterimage was like a handsel bestowed,
bewitching in a pulchritudinous yellowed
radiation that etiolated, 'twas stowed 
in the recesses of my mind, an episode,
a pageant suspended in mythopoeic mode,
that called out in its classical clarion code -

thoughts emanating from moonlight, my path had showed.


01/14/17
Form: Monorhyme

Premium Member Grant Me This Wish

Where to start?
But asleep is the hope of mine
In the shadows of my dreams
The crimson curtains have collapsed
And are cemented to the floor 
Entombed behind the stage of life
Petrified
Where to start 

Ardently athirst 
For this masterpiece to become a reality 
Are there any more enduring rays 
To blaze this shroud and open the pathway 
For the music was born
Far beyond in the heavens

But I am only just dim color 
Formerly, once bright 
Wishing upon the shine  
Wishing upon the moon,
Wishing upon the stars
Hear the rhythm of my heart
How many tears need to fall? 

Before I am reborn  
Replenished 
To cherish that someone 

Thunder and Light help 
Energize my ai’s 
Awaken me from the tomb of stone 
Sight 
 
Desiring the removal 
So, I may peel this medusa face from my form
And crawl out of the sands

And stand on holy ground 
With a new coating 
Of majestic color
And an armor of varnish 

My yearning invocation 
My yearning benediction 
To reach for this Sapphire Star 
Savoring the breath of life 

To not lose what I want most 
To ascended with the dawn of the morrow
To hold the never-ending morning solar rise 

For the present, is a present, in the presences of you 

To hold the never-ending morning solar rise 
To ascended into the dawn of the morrow
To not lose what I want most 

Aglow 
A bright halo 
Musical 
Under the Lights mistletoe 
And to never let go 

The Empyreal Sapphire Star of resonating beauty
A dance along the skyline
Beholding the Daughter of Divine
This pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty 
A wish
My wish 
Upon the cosmos
A wish to embrace her exaltedness 
For all time and all eternity  


1/10/2020 Edit 1/16/2020
Picture Prompt Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri 
February 4, 2020
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Gaia Fission

Lines 35   words 374 
Version 1 

To my unfaithful beloved lover, my unfaithful spurned lover
I’ve been placed in the heat of love's passion gone
Betrayed since love's first kiss perceiving you were my heart’s desire
Always begging me to come over, yearning to hold my hand 
I’m not taking this anymore, I’m the one to blame
From the heavens above, and the earth beneath
My soul is torn in this emotional game

Was it once love or is it now hate?  
I am drowning in my tears, I am suffocating in my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All Melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong  
I am seeking for the remedy, the elixir of a new beginning

My mind wants to scream, my voice wants to choke
Pick me up, sunder my heart, I’m living alone in the dark 
With each drop that falls from the sky, I’m bleeding away your love 
This corpse of decay that once beat your name is setting me free for another love one day
Was it once love? I’m experiencing hate, 

I’m drowning in my tears, I’m suffocating in my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong  
I am searching for the ray of light for a new beginning 

After being lost in the desert of scorching lies, I fall into a bloody gushing river, a river of life 
Washing away the bruises from yesterday 
Peeling the vivid masquerade clowns from my face 
I see the reflection of a pulchritudinous figure being carved out of stone

I’m swimming in my tears, I’m overcoming my fears
All of the false hopes and dreams dead and gone…

Gentle hands upon rock foundation, the water flows freely
A sanguine drop on the rose petal nurtures a new creation 
Feel the warmth. Start moving. Feel, take the breath of life
Out of the ashes from hearts laceration, I’m resurrected in the light 

I am swimming in my tears, I am overcoming my fears
All the false hopes and dreams dead and gone
All melted into ashes to rise up and to be strong 
A new beginning, crossing the boundary to a new frontier
© G. Jay  Create an image from this poem.
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I Hate Giving Things Titlesssssssssssss

I hold my sides wearily
pondering the lengths and strides I still have to take until I am authentic
My lies have become piled so high.... I have a lot of damage repair to do before this struggle 
is through. 

Afraid to expose the vulnerable
I stare in confusion in front of the looking mirror, trying to distinguish where exactly it was 
where my smile 
Lay down, gave up and died.

Weakened from my mind's inner war zone turmoil
Your compliments are cynical shrapnel to my confidence
Rebellious relentless disbelieving that I am what I know I am unique and 
Pulchritudinous
I walk an unsteady line
tight rope of apprehensiveness
Unconfident
I want to let my hair down and just breathe..listen to the drip drop of a waterfall and sleep.
I remind myself to Speak with Conviction
I know
I am no longer powerless
dependent on desperately trying to win your approval, you will never be affectionate
I will not be Subservient or put myself at risk for the harms way of that subjection
Impotent of love you were feeble and weak, feeding on my youth and purity.

I resurrected my heart with the my rocket fuel beating life back into my chest.
It's a combination of
Passion, devotion, infatuation and a couple of years worth of
Tears, and sweat
It's a metronome of my steadiness
Invigorated from my second chance
Defiant to self doubt
I valiantly confront challenges that used to make me shake in my converse shoes.
© Laura Hew  Create an image from this poem.

Broken Covenant

I made a covenant with my eyes,
Never to look lustfully at the thighs,
Not to look suggestively at a lady,
Not to admire her pulchritudinous body,
What has happened now..,
I find myself sinning in a row,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

I assured myself not to utter,
Anything of romance as it would be bitter,
I promised to see all ladies as my sister,
Never to seduce,allure them, but sisterly utter,
Everything has changed,
Satan,his angels have my mind mingled,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

Whenever I see a lady,I become hot,
My eyes see a beautiful lady,a sister not,
They conjoin the brain to admire,
I find myself salivating, and a phone number, I acquire,
I say I will text her bible verses,
But the conspiracy in me bring love advances,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

At times,am sitted planless,
A lady passes,my eyes pop out in questness,
They make me call the damsel,
Witnessing as I prepare my journey to hell,
Instead of preventing me from sinning,
They always see every skirt stunning,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

Enough is enough,am damn tired,
Females have nicknamed me a sex bud,
A womaniser is my new noun,
Leave alone seductor which is my pronoun,
Can't I not live in peace,
Or are they a necessity for being at ease,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

Eyes have produced killer kings,
Made them sin with rings,
Are they not eyes that made king David,
see Bathsheba full with beauty gravid,
And conspirated to make her husband killed,
As he enjoys what his eyes reaped,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

How I wish my eyes be lustfulless,
In every last they see,ugliness,
In every skirt around,tightless,
In every girl child creations, bootyless,
For every thighs seen,smoothless,
And for an engagement with my brain to sin,cordless,
Am selling my eyes ooh,come buy them naah!

Dear Lord, I know have sinned greatly,
Fallen short of your glory broadly,
I beg for another chance,
To revive and change for once,
Help me God,let me be prayerful,
As I train my eyes not be lustful,
Am selling my eyes ooh, come buy them naah!

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