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Part 3
9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing... churning,
blaring bugles, tattooed drum
10th Delirium: Alienation
Rain unravelling, wistfully weeping... falling,
treacle trickling, fickle sky
Mushrooms sprinkled, visions sprouting... sprawling,
seagulls drowning, dolphins die
Rabble gasping, spirits broken... crawling,
lonely lonesome swallows cry
Babbling brooks and breakers ebbing... bawling
puppies paddle, puppets sigh
People passing ripple past me... calling,
rainbow colours, collars high
Chaos seething, lepers looting... stalling,
stealing stallions on the sly
Pencils pausing, scholars scrambling... scrawling,
scratching scribbles, asking why
11th Delirium: Jetsam
Silver sails sway pallid pirates... prowling,
Jolly Rogers, wind and sound
Parrots perching, tattered feathers... fouling,
tethered talons, tied and bound
Shipwrecked foghorns, trumpets stranded... howling,
spiral springs of time unwound
Magic moonlight, shimmers shaking... scowling,
burnt out matchsticks washed aground
Prairie wolfs, coyotes calling... yowling,
witching hours, midnight hounds
Tightrope walkers, grizzlies grunting... growling,
seeking islands, lost and found
12th Delirium: Relief
Slumber shattered, vapours captive... haunting,
chained in mirrors, breaking free
Scarlet skylines, daylight dawning... daunting,
rivers rushing to the sea
Silence softens, sandmen whisper... wanting,
piercing rafters, turning keys
Shadows shudder, notions fluster... flaunting,
moonbeam bullets meant for me
Mind in migraine, meadows trembling... taunting,
sparrows speak in harmony
REAWAKENING
Pitter patter, teardrops paling... pearling,
salting scarves in secret drawers
Mist amongst us, smoke rings rising... curling,
climbing from the ocean floors
See-saw circles, senses swerving... swirling,
swept away with silver oars
Courtyard jesters, sceptres twisting... twirling,
push the past to foreign shores
Passing pangs of passions heaving... hurling,
burning bridges, closing doors
Roses wither, icons waning... whirling,
time decays and time restores
End
I always hated water,
being in the middle of nowhere,
but it was the only way to be with you..
Now,
I'm helpless, my fingers trembling,
lips quivering, eyes full of tears,
as this ship sinks, inch by inch.
I write what are my last words,
as the stench of fear,
slowly fills the bitter air.
I'm so scared.
I can see lifeboats over loaded with the 'privileged',
their aura in a state of shock, but so sullen.
Not all children have escaped, not all children!!!
How is that fair??
Some have jumped into the sea,
desperate to survive,
but its too cold.... It's freezing.
I'm just going to accept there is no escape.
I don't know if I'm a coward or being brave,
but I refuse to go up to the deck.
This room is now my tomb.
The violinist won't stop playing,
his music, so eerie,
as we face our fate.
The captain said;
"Even God could not sink this ship."
But you can't cheat God..
I see him crying in the corner,
ready to decay into death -
such a pathetic man.
There are brief screams of
"Help!"
but then only a haunting silence.
I think about my mum
tell her, I love her and I'm so, so sorry,
for I left her behind to follow my dreams,
where I thought I would find heaven,
but now seem bound into the unknown..
I had left the English shores,
to be in your arms my sweetheart..
So many hopes, so many promises
to be together... Forever,
to touch and caress your soft skin
and to place this gold ring on your finger,
dreams of children, places we would see,
food we would eat, poetry we would recite,
starry nights and sweet sunsets,
now slowly fade away...
I can see your face,
your almond eyes, your scarlet lips,
your hand reaching out to me...
An enchanting last mirage.
I'm so sorry my love,
so, so, sorry,
to leave you this way,
life can be so cruel,
but remember me,
please don't forget me,
you were my only treasure
I just wish I could have kissed you one more time...
but God has deprived that from me...
Please don't mourn for me,
but cherish our memories,
be happy and live your life,
find love, have children and
travel the world..
At least, I will not live in regret.
I write my last words with my last breath,
as I begin to feel numb,
I will place my hands together and repent...
This is my goodbye to the world.
5/21/11-5/22/11
They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see
I soar off like a distant train
swaying…staying
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface
Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide
clueless…undefined
Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
lushing…gushing…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time
I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds
will be our shrouds
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
Snuggle
In my arms
Or are we included all along, just not privy to the.
visibilty path of our fog laden destinations, looking.
long.
Into the ignorant bliss of the Forests of delusion we.
come from.
It's cloud filled brow drawn like a realm of.
hover crafted echelons of benefactory, pastels
above starlit City eye, in colors daquiri, puntuated by.
dream's neon whorings.
Morpheusaphrodite satellites beaming
a light in the defiled darkness-enveloped in a dare
to insult with slights if we stave off our Man made.
mares and stripes.
Long enough to appreciate.
Golden rays of Moonrise re-flowering its carnality,
illuminate, virgenic, blessing its adoptee initiate.
Truly rich to be knighted in Luna's gypsy dowery,
Lunacy's fortunate.
Doting on us like a little Mother of the Mothers,
doing Motherings-incarnate.
Pearl drops crowning her crest with silvery beams.
Perihelion Epithelium of Periwinkle and jestful,
chestful female things.
Calming in its breach of
the sun's shining shadow
a golden shimmer of feathered eaves.
Tractor gleam by starglazed starbright
and vivid gif.t body meme.
Forgoing the sight of our dead beliefs
and its laid misery.
Bequeath to acquiesce of our earthen depths, scavengers of what lies underneath.
Through though our Pomp, of our naivety nativity ignorance romp.
Our shipwrecked alliance out at sea
of lamp-lit city streets of res-dissident addressors
in searching of the living,
seasons christened by sinners, orphanage blessers.
Dancing beneath, the sky in open defiance in
crystal authority and double battle standards of virtue signalling with our at the behesterds swords.
I wake in my dream of organic greenscreening.
sortis of sorting of sorts to
taste electronic breath as if it was a play of divinity
plans revealed and pardoned by a Galliant leige,
and Lord of Lords and a wink from a Poet and a Bard.
Blinks. Back to sleep.
“Peace is found amidst seclusion. When zealous zephyrs emanate lilac light for lovers, longing for a poetic paradise” ~ Poet
Close your eyes, lend your ears~
to the Universe…
In silence you will hear
the turquoise seas
call my name
every full moon,
carrying tunes of
teal green breeze,
manipulating my mermaid psyche
to fabricate a mystical island,
from scattered sandbanks
afloat lyrical lagoons.
Tonight, the winds keep
talking about you and I;
truth behind your fate,
an unwritten destiny of a planned
hideaway to a poetic beachside,
where a delicate rose
dressed in thornless moon rays,
awakened my desire to sail away,
but I know when
time comes,
you’ll be gone.
Nothing stays constant
in this inconsistent world
where sleep is the only comfort.
Yet, my heart still
grieves over your death,
as you’re the phantom
in my dreams,
and the balmy
breeze of life
wants you to know,
my soul longs to see you,
reflecting our
enclasped silhouettes,
across silvery ripples,
whilst I allow zealous zephyrs
to read you
these unspoken poems
infused with
suppressed sentiments,
while opium dusts
of stars intoxicate
my mind to embrace us,
to whom, I’ve been weaving
colorful confessions,
in rhythmic notions.
Close your eyes,
lend your thoughts
to the rising sun,
I am not silent anymore,
I am silence,
strong enough to allow you
to take me by the hand;
swim against satanic tides.
For I’ve heard sea birds
sing soothingly;
there’s always
a ribboned ray of rosemary
light at the cusp of loneliness~
to the ones that allow their eyes
to see beyond eclipsed realms.
Remember you’ll find paradise
in dimmed spheres,
evoked from
savage sunbeams,
but aren’t we
the architects
that can cast away
shipwrecked lies?
to welcome sacred nightfalls
savored in infinite saffron streams
of cosmic delight,
navigating forever, as
soulmates meant to be,
reunited within
an everlasting embrace,
where iridescent rain pours~
a planktonic spell upon
edges of sea-glass,
piercing through
this aquatic spirit.
Now what does it profit
a man to gain
The whole world
but lose his soul.
I don't know...
ask the fool
With the gold.
Chomping on the bread of Decite...
And boy does it ever taste sweet...
But afterwards
your mouth is full of concrete.
Two eyes that never meet,
Feeling so incomplete...
Yet we look at each other...
And say...Ssh
we're just being discreet!
Running in circles
like three blind mice...
Out of sight and out of mind,
Cant you see,
I'm on my grind
Doing this on my own time,
This is my house,
I'm in my prime.
Funny how your life
is sour like lime...
So you never realize
the real lies
that lie
Deep within the lines
of a man-made mind.
Yet you act so surprise
when you find yourself
in a house full of compromise.
A penny for your thoughts,
here take a few shots,
Don't worry about the time you lost,
it wasn't worth much
so don't count the cast.
Shipwrecked and upset,
your life holds no threat...
and the way you act,
this is the best you'll ever get!
So step up or get wrecked,
because the chain is off the neck,
so wild and carefree
a short step away from destiny
ready to take a step
so, please
don't ignore
the blood and sweat.
No longer bound
By my regret.
So look into my eyes and
tell me what you see,
am I your friend or your enemy?
A good time or a casualty
But at this point
It doesn't even matter,
because I break through reality,
and shatter your fantasy,
so please don't flatter me.
Because I couldn't care less
For who you are or
what you think,
if you swim
Or if you sink...
Because this life is too short
And ends in a blink.
Stined by your pride,
swept by the tide,
my shame on the rise...
But this little light of mine...
I am going to let it shine and run this
Race til I've run dry.
Now what does it profit
a man to gain
The whole world but lose his soul.
I don't know...
ask the fool
With the gold.
Chomping on the bread of Decite...
And boy does it ever taste sweet...
But afterward, your mouth is full of concrete.
As heartrose epitaphs
swathe earthly echoes
with swelled up w a v e s
of spiritual sirens,
sea-fairies collide
with honeysuckle footprints,
traced by mint-green manta rays
along aquatic vessel of karma,
pumping a nascent wilderness.
In shawls of raven wind,
my silhouette is a blood moon,
mirrored in mermaid's emerald eyes
'neath dove grey midnight,
flowering from skulls
like love's last smoke,
as sciaphilic pulse evaporates ~
and rusty rains of remorse remain.
Grieving wanderlust
waltzes in my
metallic burgundy veins,
as butterfly oracles flip
and seraph's saga
swirls in a torrential topaz turmoil,
inscribing truths midst
ignited bohemian serenades.
Winding moonlight
around fingertips,
ivory threads of harp
dance in fluid palms
as liquid sun, floating in dew,
melts upon titanium tentacles
of wisteria archangels.
When water hymns
hibernate in silence
and marine prayers
s u r f in surging eagle blades,
I pirouette as
an amethyst-opal whisper of wound
in white-washed warrior skin,
for, every crimson corpse
is a thumping cyclone,
burning within sienna sand.
Ancient memoirs
cascade like
tea-lime a s h drops,
upon shipwrecked lotus leaves
where the third eye slumbers
in talisman petals,
and heartbeats bubble up
as breaths of a
windswept vagabond.
So, in fears of ruby-fire r a i n,
I'm forlorn and found,
my soul chakra is sewn
with stelliferous canopies,
and within dolphin lullabies,
jeweled life gently sways.
Homing perfumed stars
in tulip temple,
I'm Athena's spirit~
a wildflower d a w n,
fading beneath
samurai cloak of
caramel flakes,
unfurled from pistachio sepals,
my honey pink aura
cradles tiger-lily sunbeams
upon eyelashes,
as f a t e flutters...
in timeless,
watercolor wisps.
What a misbegotten soul am I, to be lost upon isolation’s paradise,
Marooned on desolation’s tropical island of plenty, except for
Human championship, humanities driftwood a captured cast
Away, from civilization’s socialization, thus I’m alone survivor
Of life’s shipwreck!
Collisions hardship volunteer trapped, upon the coral reef
Beyond stresses everyday reality, rocked by the sounding
Stormy seas here I’ve lain anchor, as the swift currents
Undertow heaved at my chains of living cutting at them,
Biting at them, until the metal broke apart, leaving me here
Stranded, naked and afraid!
Hail winds torrent clouds tare at my towering sails, breaching
The structure of my humble world of complacency, until nothing
Remained solvable, but a small piece of mine own dignities
Silvery pine beam, at the break waters merciful edge of
Existence I’m so dashed against the rocks of mine own
Oblivion!
In these dangerous waters treading I swim without
Life preserves protection, amongst me others are
Screaming, drowning beneath the crushing waves
Thrashing, I reach outwardly for these lost souls,
Yet they seamlessly slip away, on the tidal rips
Slanted curve!
Awakening from this living portrayed of a nightmare,
I cling to the dream of an off shore utopia, yet in
Poverty’s deficiency’s my iron clad shackles remain
As retrains locking bars, and left in tarots armaments
I know this is my only lot in life to bare alone!
A beach comber of yesterday’s remembrance, I drift,
Watching through my badly damage telescope,
Waving in retrospect motion, hoping for rescues
Leveling hand of salvation!
What misbegotten soul am I, to be lost upon isolation’s paradise,
Marooned on desolation’s tropical island of plenty, except for
Human championship, humanities driftwood a captured cast
Away, from civilization’s socialization, thus I’m alone survivor
Of life’s shipwreck!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
It's almost 1 a.m., and I, shipwrecked in insomnia,
lie with my eyes lost on the ceiling that silently tells its story,
listening to the monotonous murmur of a world that never stops,
even though within me, all the wheels have halted with a muffled grind, like a forgotten machine.
I've wandered here before, haven't I?
In this suspended space, in this hour of elongated shadows,
where time stretches thin, like an old spider web,
and my mind unearths every ghost hidden in the dark corners,
ghosts I thought long buried under layers of silence.
It's strange how the darkness, like a thief of souls, knows how to reveal—
things you didn't even know you still carried on your shoulders, like invisible burdens.
I wonder... why do I always return to the same turning point?
To missed chances, like trains that have left the station,
to unspoken words, like letters forgotten in a dusty drawer,
to people I loved too late, loving too much and too intensely.
All these sit beside me, like silent friends at a midnight table,
as if 1 a.m. were the meeting place for regrets and unfinished business.
I remember the promises whispered to myself,
to be better, to love more deeply, to find patience
and to forgive with an open heart, like a sky after a storm.
But now, they seem like fragments of falling stars,
half-formed ideas, remnants of a being I no longer recognize.
Did I truly want them? Or were they just words thrown to the wind,
spoken to fill the void of loneliness that surrounds me like a sea of silence?
In the deep night, where thoughts intertwine like rivers flowing quietly,
I lose myself in the reflection of what I never became,
each promise an echo reverberating in the quiet room of my weary soul,
where shadows intertwine with the desire to be,
where each ghost claims its place
in the unfinished story of my being.
Subways swim underground
like whales swallowing dreams.
I sit blended into its whirring cavity
A hostage inside this vehicle transporting prisoners.
I see my face clinched in the window’s reflection
Shifting with blank gazes into stark musings
as the whine of electrical motors wail
like the Sirens from Homer’s Odyssey calling out,
seducing shipwrecked promises of my tomorrow.
Anger becomes sorrow that strangles my belly into fits.
Rocking in this womb like a transient clock
the tickety-tickety-tickety of the tracks
count the moments,
hours, days, years swiftly stolen-
by those who inhale the air I cannot breathe.
I am suffocating!
To keep from drowning
I clutch the rosary around my neck.
Kindred voyageurs reaching for hope surround my crucifix
palms up-with the penance of heartless ambiguity.
Such cruelty these smiles hide, disguising their comfort
from a sadness where justice might free me
to pacify their souls in the name of their God
A melting pot – a stew of skins-congregate in colors,
waiting with bones boiling in this racist broth that ache with loathing,
on the train of hungry whales that stalls tired and derailed.
I have sacrificed family, friends, and homeland to touch the soil
of this land of promise. But there is little harvest here.
This shallow ground fatigues my fate and sucks it dry
yielding barren fruits of truth
as empty as the desert from which I fled.
Stranded once more on this oasis of lies
this nomad searching for a more perfect life
Made in America.
August 8, 2021
A Brian Strand your pick Poetry Contest
Artist Credit: This poem was written for the image "Fata Morgana" by Swoon
The definition of Fata Morgana is: a mirage of multiple images that are distorted and magnified to resemble elaborate castles.