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The Snowball glass opened the mystical window,
innocent stories in dreams, as always been so.
They changed the snow glass with an hour glass,
and all sorts of reasons feel like harass.
Interruption of adventures and finding treasures,
getting up and follow the order of real measures.
The dreams of unjust and the battle in playful keen,
camouflaged tragedy is the important scene.
Shared dream with friends and wishes unfold,
to belief which stories truth need to be told.
To see the world in constant chaos state,
being in once own world has its faith.
Dreaming to be great is asking for just,
others great dream came to the task.
Teenage mind and ocean of searching kind,
where new worlds will its resemblance find,
Transcending imagination and its shade,
testing ground as revolution played.
When the real love casting the body aside,
and the soul in state of bliss just glide.
In this seeming ever bloom garden state,
dreams come with the desired mate.
Dreams now become bigger and purer,
when new souls will be a part of the further.
Many paradises all in contented one tamed,
the flying process in photo sessions framed.
That love and dream which us binds,
parallels and causes by the individuality of minds.
Age in time speaks through wisdom at hand,
creating detachment and extension grand.
Finally when dreams arrive as soul extended bliss,
still tasting the dew of the newborn, by this dreaming kiss.
Dried up in the dusted remnants of life within
Now in the deserted valley of my echoes hollow
Powdered flakes caught up within the wind again
Leaving no trace for the no one who will never follow
Vacantly running absent in a profound sense of loss
Lost in isolation in this world that does not exist
Pain washes through the dirty streets in resemblance
Of the way this became something not able to resist
Here in this dwelling living in lack of self awareness
Drawing dusty doodles of the caverns in my heart
Wind shows no mercy in the sweeping of our souls
All the ones that remained here choosing to fall apart
No guides, no maps, no directions on how to escape
Soon you won't even be able to remember your name
So deeper willing to fall down into the tides of darkness
Drowning in pools of loss while still burning with shame
11/09/17
Written for contest: "Empty Your Soul"
Hosted by: Broken Wings
(alternately titled ringleader Harris hooligan,
Hence, any resemblance
between characters port
rayed, and living persons
purely coincidental.)
Claim to fame creating
an overnight sensational
boom town explained
by lodestone of zinc
while the town
crier fast asleep
(until next to last 21st sentry
caught up on
much needed
protracted wink),
his dreams informed
him of a getaway,
whereat just
with mental power to think,
could render forth pour
favor riches aplenty
appearing once
one did awake
meanwhile oblivious
to encroaching hoodlums,
whom didst blithely slink,
(analogous to a
waltzing skater on a smooth
as glass ice rink,
whereat razor sharp blades
noiselessly sliced cold air
with an imaginary plink),
thus while one man guard
zonked out, sans steeped
in a glistening escapade
cuddling, nestling, and snuggling
with his pet mink
Hun dread scandalous vandals
(Atilla among them)
word less lee
located weakest linkedin chink
coalescing, comprising,
and constituting,
an otherwise excel lent access
duff fence sieve link
iron wrought chained
formerly mistakenly invincible
against a Trojan
Horse, now even
vulnerable to a dolled up,
decked out disguised rat fink,
slithering snake like afore
the zoned out patrol
did awaken and blink
only after invasion of swiftly
styled, harried tailored,
foo fighting beastie boys
ex post facto, when steely
dan sing motley crue
made discernible noise
far to late for the
"FAKE" Don to trumpet
successful "Stormy Daniels"
counter attacking ploys.
Coal black eyes glinted
Rage surfacing
Seething, furious
He was like a hard stone
Without sympathy
Or empathy
His lack of compassion
Sent me reeling from him
Fire boiled in his touch
Clutching me roughly
Large hands tangled in tresses
Pulling away wisps, curls
Dark as the night
Fright colored me steely gray
Ashen from the dread
Of this man who I loved
Now on the floor
His boots kicking my limbs
My legs and my torso
As I tried to pretend I was no more
Hope struggled up in my throat
Promising he would stop
If only I could fake death
Falsify my demise
Finally, the ultimate shock
His lips puckered up
But this was no kiss for me
This was spittle all over my face
Bearing the resemblance of shame
That claimed my racing heart
At last the degradation was finished
I was mortified in my finish
Leaving me there on the floor
Aware that I had been chastened
For the love I felt
When I first met this man
With his chocolate eyes and dark skin
Inherited from his Apache ancestry
Now I knew that his eyes
Could reveal his dark soul, his cold heart
Yet, he could be so loving
Like a light in the darkness
Where he sometimes appeared from
And I could be so forgiving
Until the realization set in for me
Fear was stronger than my hope
Soon I would be giving up
As the filth and disgrace wore away my caring
Forget-Me-Nots
Across the field, I trampled a path
When I held back and marveled to see,
Near the babbling brook beneath the trees,
A sea of blue of scorpion grass:
Tiny blooms asway in waves of glee,
Of forget-me-nots, and thirsty bees.
From end to end, as far as I could see,
In the serene lea, they spread their petals,
Exhibiting beautiful visuals
On the gentle slope, swaying in the breeze.
I looked back at the path and then ahead,
Enthralled as to where destiny had led.
The sun shone down with warmth unsurpassed
As the wind blew over cool, fresh air.
They fluttered about extraordinaire
Expressing their amour unabashed.
I was enamoured by their charisma
Under the sky of terra firma.
And when I’m dismayed to see storm clouds brew
And lacklustre negative thoughts prevail,
I reminisce their presence in the meadow,
Of powder blue amongst a greenery view.
Then, my eyelids succumb, and I envision
Fields of forget-me-nots abloom in heaven.
***
Note:
The Myosotis (meaning mouse’s ear due to the resemblance of the shape of their leaves), aka forget-me-not flower, is also known as scorpion grass because of its spiralling stem leading to its flower head, which looks like a scorpion tail.
Forget-me-nots are biennial plants (i.e., they have a life span of two years) that emit no scent. They bloom from May to October and are associated with the birth month of September, along with the aster and morning glory. Forget-me-nots symbolize love, respect, and remembrance.
Her existence was an open book,
damaged from what her past had took,
No evidence or resemblance
of any confidence sought
never ending battles she
had always fought
emotions she tried to manage,
resistance to feelings she had caught
Her confessions said with discretion,
all directions led to unwanted aggression
leaving on her body disgraceful impressions
Any mention of affection
she felt deafen by their deception
All perception of what was
good controlled lessons learned
Ravaged by her past and all
she had endured
Saddened by the haunting of ghosts
from the past
Maddened by the daunting
battles she had amassed
Perfection just out of reach
she questioned each connection
Corrections attempted
became obsessions challenged
as she imagined what she was taught
Exhaustion overtook her as
rejection was all she endured
Depression was her defect,
making her feel impure
Felt a disgrace she was forced
to embrace and merge
Wishing that all her lessons
would become a blessing
and her sins heaven would purge
I hate robocalls!
I turn off damn ringer,
nonetheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls
digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape
gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into
outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
oh... , yes even after life,
while weightlessly
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...
yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal
spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author
instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly,
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly
vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)
sundering coalescence
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,
thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams.
Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living persons
purely coincidental!
who left trail of heartbroken sage woman
commander in chief deliberately stoked,
née sparked long
simmering smoldering, and stewing
long festering white supremacist altercation
fiendishly igniting racial conflagration
exploding during late spring 2020.
No matter no child left behind kibitzing
(yours truly as boy plucked petals
off daisy reciting "she loves me,"
"she loves me not"...
cupid loosed an arrow
into boyhood neighborhood sweetheart
she innocently bespoke
"I wanna marry you,"
when uttered courtesy Sherry Jones,
a little girl who lived
approximately three doors down
along cul-de-sac within Apple Valley
perpendicular to Lantern Lane,
or more age apropos,
when young gallivanting
purported vestal virgin ladies
nonverbally signalled
libidinal proclamations of emancipation,
as demurely expressed
lest unlucky (chaste into)
precocious phallic proclivity
suffered the punishment
of being buried alive.
Now back to present day,
when our old geezer,
the prototype garden variety
male of present poem -
any resemblance between general referenced
fella and living persons purely coincidental.
He (yours truly) easily qualified as
overly cocky whippersnapper,
i.e. young buck and/or Casanova wannabe
experienced bit torrent
hormonal secretions gushed
particularly in close proximity
wherein wafted pheromones -
think a waif faring ingénue.
As evident and quite obvious,
I fabricate (prevaricating
my signature trademark)
rather than stating bland reality stark,
yet will plainly explain issue
in summary essential rhyme
without reason constitutes
nothing more spectacular than
garden variety generic pockmark
excised pustule ofttimes hallmark
of teenage/ pubescent pimply benchmark.
She’s always drawing mermaids, and they bear
resemblance to their artist, for each one
is but a girl. Dark, wavy, thick, long hair
hides pre-pubescent breasts; Elysian
the islands drawn for all her mermaids seem . . .
so different from her own reality.
The islands that she colors are her dream.
She also yearns to swim the wondrous sea.
She’d have a mermaid’s iridescent tail . . .
No place between two legs to cause her shame!
She’d be a strong free mermaid, but she’s frail,
and so she sketches dreams she cannot claim.
Her mother sees each picture that she’s drawn,
yet fails to see her daughter's joy is gone.
For William Kekaula's Sonnet's Salutation Poetry Contest
From 2011, this is one of my sonnets with the deepest metaphorical meaning
The Earth
Our Globe
Enclosed resemblance
Of its contents
The birth of he
Was the birth of divergency
They were born,
I was programed
Adhered to a certain goal
Complexities were designed
malware spikes,
To intervene
I will dive,I will thrive
Till I rise
For my prize
In disguise
I shall be stuck
On that track
But covered shall be
The distance on one place
He shall be buried
'With breath a merit'
And still, I rise
With a dream to pursue
I will be fine
Despite the rain
Tearing my paperwork
Enhancing my pain
The more I will gain
They will fall into drains
Their Efforts in vain
In anguish in reign
Lightning will strike
But he will proceed
Never was he violated
For he was designed to succeed
I will pass, I will pursue
And all will call me
Undisputed
For my ability is unlimited