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Encased in an isolated castle of an old fool’s paradise,
A decaying dagger rests upon a distressed oak table.
Frayed book pages scatter across termite-riddled floors.
The calligraphy carries echoes of triumphant battles,
Vividly etched in ink.
A revered legacy is forgotten in decades of decay,
Its inked glory fading into disarray.
Reminiscing of bygone days when youth was a sturdy partner at my behest,
Now weathered crimson dahlias adorn the windowsills
Of a desolate dynasty,
As the last petal falls.
Echoes of faded footsteps can be heard within the empty halls of waste.
What remains is a golden crown with sanguine marquise
Resting heavily upon an exile’s head.
How do I conquer the bloodstained fear trickling within the fractals,
Reflecting off the scorching sun that swallows flames,
Swirling around the ashen pyre
Of the poetic corpses I’ve slain for validation?
An inquisition paints a vicious vermilion
Within the sobbing stained glass.
The once-perfect porcelain flesh of our legacy is flayed,
Surrounded by the whispers of forgotten souls.
Cobwebs drape over shattered dreams,
As beams of light punctuate looming shadows.
Concealed beneath cold stone lies the family crypt,
Patiently awaiting its reluctant visitor,
Beckoning the exalt through clandestine corridors.
Within the hushed chamber of undying slumber,
He recalls the tragic tale.
Before him stand his beloved wife and children,
Forever ensnared in the clutches of eternal sleep.
Echoes of the past replay like eerie shadows,
Retelling the grim chronicle of their demise.
His envious, wrathful younger brother succumbed
To the greed of his own ambition.
In the darkness hour of that dreadful night, the dagger-wielding usurper
Plunged their existence into oblivion,
Casting spirits of suppressed speeches to weep
Within wailing walls.
Now I am the cerulean dusk of the gloaming,
A burnt-out waxen ivory,
The candle before their tombstone.
As I open the window low
The tune of rustling leaves I hear
Listen footfall of autumn clear.
Scorching summer wind stops to blow
Satin sky emits sapphire lure
Clumps of cloud turn cotton white pure.
Trees absorb autumn color glow
Paint leaves gold as they wilt and fall
To fly away at winter’s call.
Blades of grass in fawn meadow show
Pearly crown of radiant dew
As autumn sky dawns a day new.
In my heart twilight gleam will flow
From hued sky when the sun will set
Autumn’s warmth in winter I’ll get.
As I open the window low
Scorching summer wind stops to blow
Trees absorb autumn color glow
Blades of grass in fawn meadow show
In my heart twilight gleam will flow.
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September 19, 2022
Syllable count : 8 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked at RhymeZone.com
Contest : In Remembrance Of Connie -Autumn Theme
Sponsored by : Suzanne Delaney
"They Say Mushrooms Grow Best in the Dark"
Winter
arrived after
The Darkness
blew in
with its boiling
black clouds.
they say mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
we hid underground.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
we breathed
in the
blow back.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
3 days
of scorching fire,
blood shed, and the
stabbing nails
of judgement, and its
horrible crucifixions.
such terrible carnage.
there was much worse
than this, to come.
for the few who survived,
the fumes burnt our skin
the air burnt our lungs.
the iodine
capsules
were useless.
our innocence
perished
many children, taken,
the true meaning
of our lives,
dissolved, gone.
we were blind.
comfortable in
our complacency.
we weren’t prepared
when the truth
of it all,
like parables from old,
blew in
on the clouds.
the ancient stories
we considered
pages of nothing,
we thought fiction,
in long forgotten books,
from our childhood
presented itself
with its meaning
and our inclusion.
when Dominion,
arrived in full force,
it was unwelcome.
they say,
mushrooms
grow best in the dark.
eventually
we crawled out
from the cracks
like bugs;
to ash, the fallen
bones of dust.
strange angels,
aliens to us, wandered
like monsters
in the starkness
of a different war,
covered in black ooze
and demon masks.
the sleeve of armour
on the dead angel
buried under burnt wings,
that the wheels
of battle had driven over
and busted in,
read:
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of …
well,
we can only
surmise
it was the soldier’s
rank and serial,
his regiment title,
where he
once
belonged,
the rest
was charred
18th Tiberius
25.03/03.04/07.04/AD
Sons of ...
there was
no eclipse,
there was no Sun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
I am refreshing as a cool summer breeze that blows down from the mountains.
I am a great childhood memory as grandma's ice tea and buttered toast.
I am good times_sunny days at the beach with the finest of friends; a fun day of running through thick grassy fields with bare feet.
I am an unforgettable first love_strong emotions_ tingles and smiles, and the sweet array of the light touch of shy lips; that special first kiss.
I am tasteful romance and fine dining, candlelight dinner for two served with vintage wine on a private yacht named "Paradise".
I am... Natures' Best!
I am the worst feeling you can imagine_ hot scorching winds against virgin skin, bad dreams that do not end.
I am regrettable as the slip of the tongue_ words spoken in anger that you can never take back.
I am the pains of two days of hard labor without the joys of childbirth.
I am the dread of lost jobs, unpaid bills, empty wallets, and negative $5.00 in the bank.
I am illness, that sick feeling deep down in the pit of your guts developed from worry and anxiety.
I am fear, remorse, and the devastation of searching for a missing child; yet, finding only shreds of clothing.
I am what we have come to know as "Hades on earth".
I am Nature's Unrest!
06-09-2019
Contest: Go Deep Within An Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
my love,
would you mind if i took the time
to share a lovely chill that tickles my smile?
it's your eyes!
i'm afraid that i lose myself in them
in their promise
in their million shades of a million blues
i have to confess they inspire in me
a romantic desire.
when your eyes touch mine
my thoughts hitchhike on a highway of mischief
like a teenager barefoot on scorching hot slate.
sometimes
my sweet
i imagine
diving head first
into our locked stare
there i bathe in the milk of your
dream eyes
and in the fix of my wake
i reach the surface drenched
in the solitude
of your loving glare.
i feel compelled to tell you that my body
my whole body
trembles in my admiration of them
what I am trying to say
my love
is
oh my God
your eyes.
Walking among a thousand graves
you will notice a white cross
over a granite gravestone;
he was the youngest soldier
to be buried and ended up alone;
but in someone's heart, he still lives!
A white cross is a symbol of faith
that stands out from all the others,
the true devotion of a soldier is the blood that flows
through the veins of whom has indisputable worth!
Searching a thousand names,
some new, some old:
they all met the same fate
and they were told
that life was a temporary stay
filled with feelings of tender love and bitter hate!
Whoever was bold gained glory through pain,
but whoever did not seek it, died in vain!
All are sleeping under the shade of the stately pines!
A white cross over a granite gravestone
can't spread a huge shadow to protect it from the scorching sun;
I'm kneeling down with crossed fingers and relive
the images not erased by time and memory and I can
feel a serenity that only profound silence can give!
Praised be their courage, honor them with an appreciative tone!
A white cross over a granite gravestone
is a reminder that death is more painful for the ones who grieve!
I have but one ambition in my life as to aspire, to be the one naked spark,
Igniting Dante's fire,
To dance within his eyes a flame, of heat and scalding passion, to have him spell bound
and Beguiled in any way I fashion,
Red lips of burning embers call, with scorching sense of touch, when will this man succumb
To me, I crave him just too much,
Dante's Inferno now alight, with fireworks and lava, pouring out-wards from his cave this
Could not get much hotter,
It happened quite unexpectedly, when at first I was inspired, to seek the heat of love's
embrace, by pursuing Dante's Fire.
Religion is melting humanity’s wit
As a wildfire burning brains
A fire set by a madman, long ago lit
Scorching the stupid, the weak and insane
Infant minds, the flames pummel and lash
They suffocate men from their birth
Doctrines’ smoke, polluted with ash
Has confused and clouded this Earth
A forest flash, a hellfire crash
Is salvation’s light and sound?
Sparks ablaze from dogma’s clash
Is consuming fire found?
Raze it not, protect this ground
With a sterling sire’s might
Nurture saplings, grow this mound
With amaranthine light
Bring not this fertile forest round
To a long inferno night
But with a wick, and wax as bounds
Give your candlelight
And the walls came tumbling down.
Do you have the faith to march to battle
Raise your sword and strike the enemy down
Tread through snow with feet bleeding
Hunger pains while crawling under Death's shadow
Sleepless nights and soul searching
War is hell the anguish screams in killing
Burning days in scorching deserts
All to keep a point to hold
Disease mocks your very existence
Limbs are torn away
Drowning in swampy waters
Spears with bloody tips a glazed
Stone by stone you tear away
Stone by stone fortress made
Stone by stone piles a quick grave
The jackals belly full of human flesh
The body rots as vultures dish
Strike a blow with sword in hand
Combat man to man
If you win a hero's creed
Lose begets death as life bleeds
Why is it that so many young die
Behind shutter gates the elders survive
Deciding fate for profits sake
The more war the more money to make
Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall
But the same people always rule us all
Did Joshua kill all evil as God command
Or did he allow some to live and bring down man
The world drowning in sin
So it begin so it ends
How I longed for and every morn,
For a decadent slice of cake,
At beginning of every dawn,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
Not fussy, fairy cake or bun,
To be sweet, I was for sure born,
Rain, snow, mist, hail or scorching sun,
How I longed for and every morn.
Traveled cities so far and wide,
At seven sharp did often wake,
To reach the famous pastry side,
For a decadent slice of cake.
Dentist warned, teeth are looking bad,
Are slightly yellow brown and fawn,
Stop or you will be very sad, ,
At beginning of every dawn.
You like to dress to always stun,
In your shoes you will one day quake
Say no, I have finally won,
Was hooked, my heart did often ache.
So, I became sober once more.
Did not touch cake since yesterday,
Yearning not as bad as before,
My decision made from today,
And every morn.
Poetry Contest Entry: Double The Fun Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date; Thursday 6th April 2023