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8/15/16
What you wanted you got close to
But that just won't do
Not going to cut it
If it's something you truly covet
No time to worry about any what if
Try again to be triumphant
One little mistake
And you can go from first to sixth place
Don't underestimate
And hesitate
Keep your head on straight
I'll let it sink in so that it can resonate
While constant particles emanate
Some insects, spiders, scorpions, and snakes can envenomate
Near and far from memorial placards
Wisely and carefully maneuver around any navigational hazards
Keep on looking forward instead of backwards
Above, below and inside of caverns
By: Dalton Ogletree
Unquenching thirst in scorching sands
With doleful steps as if once banned,
From mother home, lost paradise
While wandering wayward days and nights.
As scorpions sting and vipers’ hiss
With broken bones and loneliness,
Filled with weeping, creeping, seeking
More, crawling ‘long the desert floor.
While raining rockets fill the skies
Smoke and ashes blind the eyes,
Hoping all the hellishness will end
Praying silently to ascend.
As dreams no longer ease the mind
And all the saints you once thought kind,
Have left you here to drift, bereft
A solitary soul, misfit.
In search of that lost pot of gold
The one they say is Mighty old,
And glistens with the light of love
Ubiquitous mystery, soaring dove.
Still stumbling, tumbling, moving on
Faith shattered, battered, nearly gone,
Yet mercifully a dimly lit discerning,
Incessant, quiescent,
Great yearning.
© Terrell Martin, 02/10/2025
Born from desert winds
In lonely nights would contemplate
Marching footsteps of other men
Where we of war, pray for fate
In wait, no beauty could have tailored right
How the Milky Way her dress displayed
On those moonless quiet nights
Her stars sung windy whispers at my way
Scorpions danced until the death
Wishing neither had to die
Love the place that has no breath
Who should live them or I
I hated feeling pierced from the thorn
Hated being far from family thoughts
Yet, I learned to love where I was born
In Desert Storm where we fought
Sweep away all the muck
I’ve seen life’s beauty and the waste
At times Marines in place we’re struck
With regrets, madmen I replaced
But not all of it, no not any of it!
In the silent moments from the roar
When quiet came I would sit
The starry nights we’d explore
I implored, glazed at what I saw
Me, showcased in all that art
To the stars I was called
From birth, God would not depart
No I am not alone
In the sky I found my home
Form:
cuz poisonous toxins sting like scorpions
severely crimping ability to sit down absorption
radiating throughout every
cell guaranteeing abstention
against hidebound contract, no
ifs, ands, nor but tucks
whereby mood linkedin
to nihilistic abstraction
particularly as quasi pincers jabbed
like sharp serrated knives acceleration
guaranteed, where bum rapped cheekily
prospective hemorrhoids increased accentuation
pro bono (cher red) bloody stools,
this tetchy, itchy, y,...
bard declined invitation,
nee I rejected outright asinine acceptation
within bowel running toward toilet trees
squeezing keister exhausting effort in vain
scheduled medical appointment
gave curled lipped grudging acclamation
acquiescing nod toward grim reaper
worth casting die i.e. permanent resolution,
nary one more infinitesimal fraction
of second, could bare witness re: acclimation
or spelling alternate spelling acclimatization
experiencing, idolizing, lurching...,
sought after emetic interaction
with commode preoccupation
nearly twenty four hours
'tween latter part of September eighth
and ninth laxative delivered accommodation
at long last me no longer tortured
relieved, overjoyed, belated...
rear (rare) accreditation
proffered prior to accretion
lest I forcibly axed to join acculturation
of medical anomalies, you better blivet!
Complete silence follows the ways of sand
At dawn the sky cracks open on the dunes
Golden desert light rises hot
Filled with pain along the ridge
By afternoon the world turns rusty brown
Dryness craws along with armored insects
Scorpions are perfect black with anger at their points
A snake takes on the quickness of an arachnid attack
With no witness and for what it is, away from the oasis
A different kind of poison settles into pain
Venom burning through the veins
Systems fall apart with no escape
Under the unforgiving sun by dinner time
The victims bones blend into yellow brown
On an empty landscape baron, scales evaporate
With the aid of nature waiting on the day
Desert returns to quiet once again
Raw? Depends on what you saw.
Disaster? From jaw.
Who's the master? Real or raw?
Melee, mighty, maw...
Peoples of the ocean blue?
Vehicles to ride?
What exactly do we do?
Heaven and Hell, hide?
Tide of all tomorrows!
I requite you each!
Surcease of our sorrows?
It must be in our reach!
Peaches grow in gardens?
An orchard is the place.
Wolverines dwell deep in dens!
Rage lurks on the face!
Tyrant of the desert storm?
He's been keeping warm?
Hornets, scorpions, on swarm!
Foment, O my form!
Charm around the ruler's neck?
This will keep safe lords?
Sullen summertime, thy speck.
Light of Sin, fill gourds.
Judgement? For a prophet?
By what right, sir, and when?
Now? Well, this is, Tophet.
O dragons, from thy den...
Nightmares, as though, scorpions, sting.
Rough truths, within, like owls, spread wing.
What a night! O, what a grim night!
Terror, unknown, rules like a king.
Sleep lies wounded like a torn kite.
Phantoms and vampires show their might.
What a pain! O, what a sharp pain!
Why have graces gone out-of-sight...?
Do sins of day, at night, life-gain?
Have some chemicals filled my brain?
What a death! O, what deathless death!
Why am I, like a culprit slain?
Souls lead me to streams of Lethe.
Each step, I seem losing my breath.
What a woe! O, what a mad woe!
Like very drama of Macbeth...!
Slowly, yet, morning sun-rays glow.
Kissing the blooms the breeze does blow.
What an ease! O, what a still ease!
Calmness, her charming face, does show.
05 June 2022
Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
Where rain and sunshine smack on a rainbow beam
In duo with the flash of paparazzi’s capturing film
Buoying up the breeze as it dances and toasts its grace
When rain and sunshine smack on a rainbow beam
Blissful days of October, in wide open arms…embrace
Buoying up the breeze as it dances, toasts its grace
Petal-litters bounce and float on air in tranquil glade
Blissful days of October, in wide open arms…embrace
As green grasses bud out from densely colored bed
Petal-litters bounce and float on air in tranquil glade
Prelude to an exhilaration of blissful days’ chain
As green grass buds out from densely colored bed
Percussion plays once in a while beyond its curtain
October 6, 2016 11.50pm
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
I wrote this poem to greet you all lovingly a Very Happy and Blessed October!
Also, a very Happy Birthday to the October Celebrants especially to our dearest poetess and friend (my dearest poetic Sis-BFF), Miss PD /LINDA, whose birthday is TODAY October 7 together with our dearest friend/ poetess, Miss Debbie Duncan (Oct. 7), also Mr. Frank and Mr. Kash, they’re Oct. 7 also I think, and for other Libran-Scorpions Celebrants: Sis-libramate Sandy Ivy (Oct 5 like me, i miss u), my other poetic friends Mandy T, Suz D, Sandra A, Dr. Ram, Carol E, Sandra A, Caycay and others. Happy, Happy Birthday! Wishing you the BEST in life especially Good Health, Happiness and Success. Biggest and warmest birthday hugs from me!
May God bless you all!
This humble composition was also inspired by the form (not for the contest ) and the highlights of the month below:
Autumn Season (although there are unexpected rainfalls/thunderstorms here in T) ,Holy Rosary Month, Vegetarian Festival (in my place) , Halloween and LIBRANS-SORPIONS BIRTHDAY MONTH.
At times the soul gets clenched,
in an unspeakable grief.
In a demoniac grip,
it chokes and w r i g g l e s~
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe.
Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent,
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone,
Strains to lift up the veil that d a r k e n s the soul,
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude.
The more it struggles to wade through the mess,
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair.
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood,
the mind goes berserk~
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Anytime the volcano might erupt,
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke,
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.
I am a light-bearer;
opening doors
so that together
we may seek--
Of course, there
are no answers,
just questions...
leading to questions;
for we are a species
of seekers, divinely
clothed in the solver's
garments...
solutions not found
on the path, but in
the maker of paths;
not found in the
mind, but in a
maze of minds,
in the tender
of walls, the
pruner of our foot-
steps, keeping asps
from our heals
and scorpions from
our toes. The only
real, is the sense
of being, but in
the spirit-illusion:
the wise knowing
there is no life,
no consciousness
that excludes the
intangible of faith;
looking from the
outside in, I can
be certain only
that I think
I think—no more.