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The taste lingers,
A thought conveys
Childhood at its best,
The idea hovers
The feelings engender
The deeply converged experiences in my chest!
I remember the fruit
The sugars divine,
The crusty pastry defined,
The shape of the slice,
The triangular trick
Exquisitely, to my observation, delicately refined!
Who wants a piece?
Who'd like a sniff?
Oh! What will it instill?
What elegant thought?
What instant delight,
Connects this taste to the smell of the fill?
A fleeting emotion,
A word of support,
Quickly surrounds the scene,
Of pine trees
And plum trees,
And muscadines hanging, clothed in a matchless sheen!
My dear incredible pen,
you are the pinnacle of writing instruments! Looking refined with your elegant ebony shaft and gold-filagree trim, you are a true technological wonder to behold and a master calligrapher.
I am amazed at your ability to ink my thoughts onto paper without a single smear, skip or blotch. You fit my hand like we were custom crafted as one, allowing me to gently glide your easy-flow tip over a blank canvas and create literary art.
Oh, my dearest, most reliable pen,
I am enthralled by your ability to interpret my scribbled thoughts into meaningful, coherent sentences. You are my inspiration, confidant, and protagonist; I would be lost without your profound influence and companionship.
You have established an almost intimate psychic connection with my muse, and together, we three create poetry. I love the feel of you in my hand; you give me the confidence to explore fantasy while at the same time anchoring me to reality.
My most beloved, exquisite pen,
the mere thought of holding you sends shivers down my spine, for I know you are eager to take me to faraway places we've never been as we explore the deceptions and truths of humanity. You come from a proud line of writing instruments, including cuneiform sticks, quills, and fountain pens, to the ubiquitous ballpoint pens of today. May your ink never dry up, and your contribution to literary works be recognized and appreciated, for you deserve no less.
(Ode)
03/03/2023
Write an Ode Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser
How did I become a human from stardust?
Born from stardust, a prisoner of the sky and earth,
Hidden by the distant stars and scattered by the wind in the night,
I feel like a nobody among forests and mountains, among rocks and cliffs.
I am the dishonest one who drinks from the reservoir of sincerity
In a process that happens when you believe in every death.
Shackled for eternity in a whirlpool of false immortality,
I let myself get lost out of complacency, to preserve myself in excellency.
A killer who is reborn by constantly passing through another death,
A refined spiritual torment that recreates a mundane man.
I return weeping to the scene of the crime, to discover myself unreal,
Naive in my own existence, eternally suspicious in nonexistence.
The sweet Megan Markle had that bright sparkle
for she landed herself a true prince
Our dear handsome Harry, was never contrary
But the Queen he had to convince
All Britain is fawning, this is a new dawning
for actress turned royal brings fame
the coffers are filling, and tourism's thrilling
The Duke and the Duchess are game
The wedding's now history, no longer a myst'ry
the world watched each detail in awe
this couple got hitched as each lose thread got stitched
There was not a single guffaw
Traditions respected, through some circumvented
the bride added much to the day
A curtsy forgotten, does not make her rotten
Just strong willed as some critics say
Her dress was straight lined, demure and refined
the make-up was simple and sweet
Prince George and Charlotte, they made us all gloat
Their goodness must warrant a treat
I'm happy for Harry, he is a dear chappy
his smiles tell the world all is well
the pre-wedding drama, that long pause or comma
forgotten, for now all is swell
So the 19th of May was quite a big day
It showed fairy tales still come true
Now young ladies know, to put beauty on show
The next story could be about you.
Eileen Manassian
REFINED LOVE
My mother cossets me in her arms,
I feel her heartbeat, call rehearsed -
The heartache and absent charms,
The drama of my spouse conversed.
Beloved, by my bed, asleep in chair -
Before, after, and in between,
I cling to you for wont of care.
On your shining armor I lean.
My daughter’s visit...we are close.
The pain radiates from my chest.
Comfort of eyes and speech compose.
But it’s in my prince’s arms of rest,
Where i bury all my sorrows and fears.
Fearsome in his loyalty and compassion,
United by our wedlock, in oneness, he hears.
All drama clears, replaced by undying passion.
We all have heard, how opposites attract.
Our bent cookie cutter pieces, form one heart.
Imperfect, our love sweet, in conterminous fact.
Hellfire entanglements, try and fail, to keep us apart.
Love sparked in our hearts at first light.
We rekindle the spark, stoked by absence
Of malice, forgiveness, a lingering fight
To stay in touch - to titillate unguarded sense.
In the marriage bed all things reset.
We climb into each other’s suits.
Lingering doubts and spats, we forget.
The aromatics of our love spring new shoots.
11/3/2017
Silent One’s Love Story Contest
1st place
She came in striding,
Head held high,
Careful not to let the crown fall
Defining the queen she is.
Her beauty blinds those who follow,
Even the birds fall silent,
As though afraid to chirp
Her glory away.
Melanin , her truest companion,
The finest friend she has ever known.
So pure, so refined,
Her skin smooth and soft.
A queen she is, not only of the East,
But a leader of the beast within.
Cross her path carelessly,
And her claws you shall meet.
Her foes shrink whenever she appears,
For she captures souls with a single breath,
And leaves doubters cursing their luck.
Swim in her milk and honey,
And summer will be yours to claim
For she is the Queen of the East,
A wonder she remains.
Tracking The Extraterrestrials Amongst Us
?
In shadows cast by stars above,
A nation's watchful gaze has found.
In covert ways, they seek to prove
The beings from beyond our kind.
Eyes keen, they trace celestial flight,
Through networks vast, their sights aligned.
Government's grip, both day and night,
Tracks beings wondrous and refined.
With satellites, they map the skies,
Piercing depths where secrets hide.
Codes decrypted, veils revised,
To trace the otherworldly race and kind.
Agents blend, in crowds they roam,
Observing signs beyond our sight.
Unseen hands guide, decode the tome,
Revealing truth, with cosmic might.
Their radars sweep, their sensors sniff,
Tracking traces left unseen.
For aliens amongst us, they'll sift,
Silent guardians, their vigil keen.
But veiled in words, this knowledge lies,
Hushed truths, unknown to most.
For they hide, beneath the bluest skies,
Their secrets kept, by the curious host.
"What a Lark"
I used to be inspired once
like a lark beating it’s wings
higher and ever higher into a
golden and blue eggshell sky.
Hailstones hit me
during ascension
and I’ve fallen
into steep decline,
lying on a pavement somewhere
where bystanders walk by
ignorant and blind
to this broken
once shiny-winged lark
who sings no more
only breathing out shallow stories
bleeding into the right-hand margins
of a page, in a final chapter with no lines,
it's not lore.
Written on the body
deep under the skin
where no one else can see me
save a person pluck each feather out
and make them as their quill,
you could try to find a story there
if you dare -
then go ahead
and dip your chosen quill
in the heart inkwell
of this Lark,
and continue writing for her
with her magic blood from heart
to your heart,
but not in spite;
The Lark’s story
bleeds into that spartan white page
with no lines
except those damn margins
are keeping everything in
so tight and refined;
the rules are the margins
that require erasing
by and by.
There is a white page
begging to be coloured
with beautiful visages and rhymes
with more than what is read
you may find a story there my friend -
it’s of smoke and mirrors, grit and city
flights of love and
mores the pity
betrayal and disloyalty
and lies the hailstones hit
but they’re melting to invisibility
when the Sun shines out it’s ****
and she's remembering now
all that is hidden beauty in her dreams
as her eyes close softly lit.
The Lark lies on the pavement
breathing her stories out
into the Etheric Plane
bit by bit,
but no one holds the key yet,
to her Very Sacred Script.
A big black cat strolls ever closer by
arching his back he sees The Lark
and wonders why she don’t cry,
spill her guts;
He is drawing ever closer now,
so close he can feel her breath
and he reaches out a paw
"silently amuse me", he purrs, "just a little tweet",
A muse silently and slowly awakes
to touch his claw with her beak
and she tries
to taste the sweets.
Lovejoy-Burton, December 2017.
I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds,
But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence,
Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams,
Of the poison born from them, the spiral of madness that lures us.
The twisted thoughts of the aimless, an unseen burden,
The cursed twin of society's expectations, a deceptive mask,
Hiding under the skin of the refined, a snake with golden feathers,
Voices that freeze your blood, yet are sweetened with honey,
Polished with the butter of appearances so you won’t see the wolf behind them.
Oh, the world is full of horrors, why seek them in distant lands?
When here, in our hearts, shadows dance, and the sky darkens,
Why search for monsters afar, when we carry them hidden beneath our skin?
Our world is a theater of shattered dreams, curtains of silence,
A place where fear takes deep root, and courage becomes a memory,
Where smiles are wax masks, melting under the warmth of truth,
Why venture into the unknown when horrors haunt us here?
For beneath every closed eyelid, beneath every sigh and breath,
Lies a realm of shadows, of illusions, and extinguished hopes,
And in a world where every step is the echo of a silent scream,
Why leave what we know to seek something else?
Your beauty is almost blinding
as you glide across the floor.
Remembering our last embrace,
I ache within my core.
Its time to visit wonderland,
you know I have the key.
Whispering enchanted words,
I wish to set you free.
I'll raise you with my tender arms,
suspend you in my realm.
Quivering you'll enter bliss,
let passion overwhelm.
We'll dive into each other's eyes,
ignite the flame of truth.
Delivering love's scorching heat,
perfection sought from youth.
I'll break the chains that hold you,
bring ecstasy refined.
Devouring, bodies aglow,
our minds and souls entwined.
I'll take you to the mountain top,
together breathe the air.
Perspiring, we'll both let go,
undying love I'll swear.