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Harsh cold breaths blowing gale force pounding drum bold
to the lightning striking blue diamond against ice freezing cold
Enrapturing a dark ebony satin night sky white silk cream velvet clouds
as the snow capped mountain lights up in a silver mist gleaming sparkles
One chain running a flood down the face as clouds of heaven open gates
lashing downpours of heavy pelting rain mixed with hail driven like bullets
Harshly outside roaring thunderstorms waves of air tossing this ship asleep
crying waves of voices through the breeze howling out rocking
Bending blows bowing down and asking for mercy the trees cry out moaning
spirits of the wind branches getting tore from the limbs standing to defense
Turf upon the fire rising white smoke signals it's warm here love
on this lonely cold winters night smiling faraway kisses a dream
Charming within deep loving warmth shipwrecked alone
crying howls into a cold full face moon entranced beautiful
A fuddled mind surfs through tides.
Harboured, she sits by the sea doing nothing.
Her toes make electric touch with the water
Restless currents ... spark the sand.
She could see the ocean break into two parts.
Did the Ocean have a heart?
She had salt in her tears..
She had pepper in her eyes..
The briny breeze..why was it so bitter?...
She knew... she was a Cheater.
He had a heart of ocean.
A treasure of glowing pearls within.
She had pushed him off the coast of Trust.
He was shipwrecked by her deceit.
The tail of the Mermaid was hidden.
He could see only half her face.
Tranquil in innocence and ignorance..
He was blind to the treacherous disgrace.
Etched by the smouldering Tsunami
An island imprisoned her stranded.
The Mermaid drowned and drowned..
in the sea of encumbrance...
she thought...
Is there a second chance?
3rd November 2018
Tell me a story 2 poetry contest
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
PLACED SIXTH IN CONTEST
My eyes look for you,
My heart bleeds the truth.
My spirit enters your soul completely.
A shipwrecked mind in dissonance.
I lay in bed half asleep, thinking about you.
Thoughts latched in memory, I miss you.
Waiting to quench thirst from an empty well,
sorrow shimmers your reflection in my eyes.
Soundless chime of clock ticks for tomorrow,
A tomorrow, without your hand to hold,
The lost starry heaven,
where love had happened without reason.....
Your cologne smacked kisses still reach my lips.
Perfume of petrichor not lost in labyrinth,
raindrops still drizzle over a scorched soil.
My dark dank caverns still drenches in your soft light.
An eclipsed moon stil ignites dreams in my night.
A smoldering incomplete fire, you keep burning in me...
for a phoenix to rise from its ashes.
Reaching up, you complete me.
16th March 2019
James Edward Lee Sr's "You complete me" contest
I have no shepherd, so I must go on wanting.
I lie down in brown and dry pastures of pain.
I am being shipwrecked on high troubled seas.
My soul is restless, tossed, and torn.
I did not listen and have gone astray.
I’m heading aimlessly up a miserable path.
My mind is filled with regret and clouds of confusion.
Death awaits me, and I am alone and afraid.
I am unprotected, insecure, and unfulfilled.
I now must reap what I have sown until I die.
Goodness and mercy will not follow me all my life.
Without God’s mercy, heaven shall not be my home
022107 Based on the 23rd Psalm(Bible) 9/29/17PS Contest,
Lost, Guzzi
Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down
Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities.
I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished
By the eternal warmth of your words, over the seas of my shipwrecked dreams.
In the fragile surprise of an unexpected blessing,
I sought to grow stillness among the inked rocks of despair,
As if the caress spread over the spheres of celestial forests
Would fall in cascades over the drawn walls of reality.
The longing for you, like a white wolf in the night of seasons,
Held me close, knowing that the magical sound had returned,
Whispering about how we burst forth, two halves of a comet,
Onto stairs of lights that weave sublime orbits, which were our destiny to follow.
It is an ancient elixir to hear you with my soul clothed in sobs,
Echoing through valleys and over ages, like an echo from a lost symphony,
When fate placed side by side a sister and brother, spirits woven from the same thread,
And led them through the sanctity of a ceremony without a bride and without a crown.
Love has changed its face again, like a river beneath the moon altering its course,
You made me startle, ominous as the first snowflake in the late autumn,
And from flames of longing and deep sobs, I sought solace, recourse,
Like a pilgrim who with fervent prayers asks you to return to the temple of my barren life.
grey hooded shadows visit me in half dreams,
speak to me in a language I understand,
their voices filled with laughter and eery screams,
they come riding from a far of foreign land!
they talk of green fields that spread for unseen miles,
of breeze that scatter past tiny pods of seeds,
essence of evil that sanity beguiles,
they crawl down secret streets to addiction feed!
misled in life, blinded by arrogant rage,
in company of men with ignoble sways,
I started for fun, victim of my own age,
the beginning of the end of my sane days!
vortex of swirling desires swallowed me whole,
from happy sunshine in to this deep abyss,
trapped and thrashing in this dark fathomless hole,
abandoned, shipwrecked in a state of false bliss!
my unwashed skin shows the chemical rampage,
my smile bears the blackness of my foolish deeds,
my soul imprisoned in a suffering cage,
with every puff of acrid smoke, my death speeds!
grey hooded shadows visit me in half dreams,
the language they speak is language of reason,
they warn of dangers in many painful screams,
tell of tormented minds, soul’s festering lesion!
did not win
Addiction poetry contest
sponsor Rob Levasseur
Written 22/12/2020
24 lines each with 11 syllables
abab cdcd .... rhyme sequence
“Just because you are soft doesn't mean you are not a force. Honey and wildfire are both the colour gold.” ~Victoria Erickson
Tonight the moon sanctioned
her golden halo
to unfurl butterfly wings
rinsed with honey
and champagne ribbons,
as feathers of lunar crust rise,
to embellish the sky
with silver sequins,
drizzling second chances
upon fickle hearted dragonflies,
gifted as weapons of
deception to the sweltering breeze,
that wrapped my weakened knees.
I’ve always known trusting
is a losing game with no winners,
but why do I always feel
like an intruder sinking deep
into the depths of spiteful seas~
where planktons and stinging marine
nettles prick my untouched skin?
Yet I am still searching for
a singing star that wouldn’t
need written renderings of
how my black tinted glass
heart was left to drown.
Who would have thought,
there’d be more to the
onyx glittered
ripples that stream,
in teal blue waves?
If only they’d hear
every unspoken tale
of shipwrecked ruins
resting amongst graphite
motions of frozen intuitions,
forgotten through forsaken
lagoons amidst
fleeting monsoons,
left as memoirs along
soft coral mists swiftly
passing through patch
reefs in abandoned atolls.
So let me take my splintered
spheres to a realm of no return,
forgiving sinful anthems
that lured me to believe
that friends were more
than enemies in sweet disguise.
I am soft, not fragile,
neither am I a
shrunken blossom.
I am a tiger lily,
fragrant yet fierce,
ready to face whatever~
hypocritical fangs of fate
may serve in merlot wine chalices.
The cobalt mind of ancient mariner of the seven seas,
the surfing sailor tosses on the waves of youthful life,
rolls on the curled crests with the splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of the drowned stars,
spread pearls of joy on shore embroidering exuberance.
Crushed sands sculpt the trail of the seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled contours of transient decay.
Time arrow points to the turquoise terrain ethereal,
away from the wistful wilderness abandoned,
where the chasm stratifies the collapsed hopes undying.
The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within,
piles up the shipwrecked splinters of life unlived.
Withering garden garners tinny bleakness, yet shining,
as the path paved outside the obscure familiarity fence
waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer
to the marvelous meadow of tantalizing tomorrow.
The invented alchemic aptitude of the mystic memory
makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of the ruins.
Marigold blooms on scrap heap with steadfast sanguinity
in Midas touched shipwreck junkyard of the metallic mind.
A contagious illness regarded as being caused by sin
Like a rag soiled by sewage filth, meant only to be thrown
The sick suffered each moment like a fish without a fin.
He did not have, even in his home, a place of his own.
Pain, sadness, loneliness, anxiety, and rejection
The sin stigma, like a permanent tattoo, stuck to him.
Like a link broken chain, he had no social connection.
Pain pierced, like a needle, each bone and vein of his limb
He yearns, like a thirsty man in the desert, for healing.
Who'd do this? Who is so kind? He knew that there's only one.
Like a shipwrecked sailor, he cried out to Jesus, pleading
Brim-filled with faith, he knew well that his battle would be won.
He felt the Jesus touch as a soothing sunshine of dawn.
His stigmas and decays were gone; in Christ, he was reborn.
Despair that pulls me down like gravity
(like a black hole that eats up all matter)
and leaves behind a hollow cavity:
O God! My void's so great I'll just shatter!
I can't seem to escape this emptiness,
this giant hole in my sad, shipwrecked soul
which starves for bliss, for that long lost happiness
now thick and heavy like the pitch of coal.
But, like to the star that explodes in death
to give rebirth to its third, solar span—
planets, moons, comets, asteroids, then breath
to all life on this Earth and then to man,
so God gives me hope through this second chance,
this blissful, happy, reborn circumstance!