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What have you turned me into?
I was okay then you made me into the devil.
I'm not one to get angry I'm not the one to get upset.
You've pissed me off so much that I'm using your own game against you and I'm winning.
Your at me feet begging me for things you cant get.
You've awakened the storm in me.
You are begging for mercy from the devil you have made.
You dew so many lines and there is no redemption.
I'm an echo you made I'm the shadow you feel when you're alone.
I'm going to drain you of everything you have and there is nothing you can do.
I was calm then you lit the match and now your burn in the fire you've created.
You sold your sole you fed the flame and now you walk away.
I'm the curse you're running from.
I'm the one you're hiding from.
You had a smile but I see the showdowns behind you with sharp teeth smiling.
You drew the line and now you have crossed it more then once,
and now your crying for mercy from the devil you had made.
You drew the line and now there is no redemption.
I'm the shadow that you feel watching.
your burning in the fire you have created.
there is no redemption and I will no longer show mercy.
You have lit a match that you cannot control.
Now you're begging for mercy but I'll show you none.
You are no longer in control of the devil you started to play games with.
Mark my words you will regret playing with me
You will regret lighting a fire in me
You will regret crossing me.
Ah ! Distance became an illusion when your
Light called me Home — brandishing dubious screens
furnaces of fiery fingers fathomed my
fidgeting spirit …
Mesmerising muses you opened my eyes
Sun of Love ! — I could not move itching soles
transfixed you Heart never to falter again …
radial pristine
I surrendered dreams as your veils tore my own
carefully sown to wrap disputable masks
how was I to know, unaware you will call
light years awakened —
Most Galactic Sun ! I stood like a congealed
clot of blood as dust mites sparkled luminous
within rays implacable — I bowed my head
heeding blazing flame
Humbled before flickering fractal within
initiated then attuned — cells aligned
confined were its braces, muted its voices
your truth cutting Core
Cry I no longer, Beloved sings cradled
contained every morn I seek your heartfelt touch
distance vanishes when Sun's palms open ruth
bronze chest, orbit nests —
Winter on her window's pane, separating
the sinews from frost; both really burn so cold;
she darkens with fingertips discovering
Winter's stillbirth like glass
Winter in February's wind that mirrors
the window that's shaking without breaking her,
a broken icicle first dripped first, after
Winter's stillbirth like glass
Winter air left an angel's breath in her womb
where the snow had fallen, now white stitchery
on scared, scarred earths — nothing stays baby or dead;
Winter's stillbirth like glass
Winter slides like tears down her own window's cheeks,
she touches her even in the white-hot sun —
her insides now step in grass flowering, none
Winter's stillbirth like glass
What a place to find much-needed peace of mind,
to cast all nagging woes of the day aside.
This is the place to be; such an ideal place...
right by the shoreline.
I actively listened with my eyes sealed shut
as the wind took turns whistling and speaking
in whispers, revealing its long-held secrets...
ones I'll never share!
Hermit crabs were crawling about the wet sand.
Great White Egrets were feeding in the shallows.
I watched the waves splash against the jagged rocks....
as I looked for shells.
Avid surfers were gliding on their surfboards
Children on the beach were building sandcastles;
the bright midday sun reflected off the tides...
I dreamt of the sea!
Submitted for...
Your Best Sapphic Stanza Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date submitted: 08/21/2021
Submitted for...
BRIAN'S CHOICE W,any form,any theme poetry contest
Contest Judged: 5/27/2020 (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date written: 05/26/2020
By the shore, with effortless strokes, he paddled.
On the bank, a pasture with holstein cattle -
Sitting there, up high on the wooden seat, he
lazily dabbled.
Softly crept the coyote, prepped for battle.
Warmed by sun, a little one lagged to tackle
dandelions, all nestled in the clover,
grazing and addled.
Overhead, a mockingbird spied the rabble,
saw the calf who from the herd had now straggled.
Shrieking then, she dived at the rascal, oh so
noisily tattled.
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Haven't tried a sapphic stanza before - pretty picky placement of feet
in a 4-line stanza. Not sure this hits very well, but as always, try
and try again!
Trochee, trochee, dactyl, trochee, trochee (3x)
Dactyl, trochee
Lost in garnet glow, within crimson shadows,
eyes in you see continence, bold, unerring;
where, in truth, ingenuous virtue harbors.
I see you sleeping.
Yet, unbidden innocent thoughts turn rancid,
craving hunger, withering dreams of honor.
Cold in lust are fantasies born from sorrow,
driveling sorrow.
Ice envelops spurious hearts when love wilts.
Passion's roses, petalless, lie infertile,
endless waiting, hopelessly, always waiting
love to now answer.
Dream in gentle slumber of sweetened ardor;
for, in you is virtuous faithful rapture.
Sentimental visions of love remains, as
virginal hearts throb.
06/28/2020
Intoxicating Poison
Host: Edward Ibeh
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
Used to run outside bundled up for winter.
Pulled my sled through snow to the hill where other
children slid with glee and our young hearts pounding.
Thrill of December.
Used to swing for hours in my day-time dreaming.
Played my records thinking of my Prince Charming.
Sang my love aloud in the woods to no one.
Thrill of my teen years.
Used to bike to town with my friends or sisters.
Ran and swam and walked to the park for snow cones.
Sports I played all day till the sun was setting.
Thrill of my summers.
Gone are firefly nights and my firework summers.
Thrills of childhood no longer hold enticement.
How I even dreamed while awake I wonder . . .
now that I’m older.
July 12, 2020
{Poet’s Note : Fifth Poem of Set of 5 SPOKEN WORD poems written in SAPPHIC VERSE }
PLACED 6th : Premier Contest :
Sponsor: Brian Strand : Feb 26
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I am I have I am blissfully awake
left right up down back front allows cosmos to be
thought cannot tolerate presence observe new
spirit lingers, present
Evening primroses and fatty fish tasted
continue to pursue waves of Consciousness
times of waiting when interior redesigned
no turning back to mew
Decipher instances of living, mint blooms
prophesy Self in act of deciphering looms
alfalfa and nettle blow in windy fields
mirror kindly yields
Not to be dominated by demons in head
awake to within more orchestral notes stead
new worlds birth moments become playing deeds
paths cross daisy beams
What is exile but to find lasting pure peace ?
Sisters ~ today and everyday give springs hush
the Now makes us rich with lushness of love
life precious priceless
Pure is destiny, goals with peony passion
not seeking anything, imperfections ration
see wondrous wild white stallions at calling sea
Sisters ! Run like them, BE !
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It had been a long empty time I was lone,
sunk in darkness insular where I lost me,
probing there I discovered the new pathway,
never I walked on.
Breaking all the barriers set out one day,
with the joy of young freedom for a traverse
on a track with arduous effort to go
as far eyes could see.
Journey through a deep valley of life youthful,
took me to a green plateau with tree cover,
stood a thicket high in ebony night air.
Moon rays lit glimmer.
In me arose temptation, tried to explore,
depth of silence in unknown hostile terrain.
Last mile walker this I will never venture,
thrill’s gone forever.
July 12, 2020
Title Chosen : The Thrill Is Gone
Contest : Pick-A-Title. Vol 19-4, Sapphic Stanzas
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Scintillating hues disperse on blank canvas,
electric essence sparks azure palate mauve;
incandescent lightning leads to the ballroom--
of galactic blaze.
Vivacious seagulls draped in white fly afar,
sing to forlorn sandcastles on tranquil shore;
breathtaking notes vibrate subdued strings of breeze--
pearly mist of harps.
Inhaling sultry waves of hot topanga,
I flicker with burning golden lantern wick;
awaiting tides adorned with velvet mirage--
your silk memories.
Moonbeams rejuvenate my drowning desires,
I write your name on sand to be washed away;
your halo descends to embrace me with love--
on my yearning pier.
June 11, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Simulacrum
~Winner: 1st Place