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Written: August 14, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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I writhed in the womb of a necrotic hush,
a stygian silence where barghests lurk—
My slack-jawed soul, sodden with oblivion lull,
clanged against the obelisk of despair.
The wound, a molten mouth of aurora,
sizzled with sacred suction—
a fipple of fire, ineffable and fecund,
where pestilence pirouetted with puissance.
I danced—yes, I danced—
in the desiccation of my demise,
a gavotte of soulfulness,
My blood is a rubicund aria of rapture.
Alabaster bones bore the torque of truth,
Each fracture is a triptych of ephemera and flame.
I was a poltergeist of my former self,
grappling through the noosphere multivocal maze.
The stench of bygone hexes clung to lava rock,
But I, stalwart and sinewed with mettle.
careened past the clamor of puerile pabulum,
past the gossamer glamor of grief.
I was broken—yes—
but bold enough to resuscitate,
to regale the necromancy of my rebirth,
to supplant sorrow with the sacred sizzle of self.
Now I stand, an empyrean echo,
a veridical vestige of velvet versatility—
my heart, a burnished niche of noble hope,
My spirit resembles a smooth, celestial sunset.
Let the world scrutinize my scars,
They are not grotesque—they are garrulous.
They speak in tongues of alchemy and amaranthine ache,
a quixotic quiddity, a quintessence of comeback.
I ran through dewy fields
in the flush of morning
playing tag with the breeze ~
heard the sweetest invitation sounding
like chanting from meadow mermaids.
I followed the trail of a hummingbird
and the butterflies just laughed.
They floated gracefully with ease
from one bloom chalice to the other.
Joyfully I danced under the midday sun
I followed the fluttering wings
of some delightfully playful butterflies.
The meadow was a field of dreams.
It sizzled with sunny giddiness,
an exuberance that was contagious.
I’d say I was in hot pursuit
but I was actually frolicking in blissfulness
Lineku: 3 stanzas 5-7-5 of 5 or 7 words per line
AP: 2nd place 2025
As a young child
breakfast time was my favorite time of day
Mommy hovered over the flaming stove
as she sizzled a bundle of my favorite meals
tuna, corn beef, sardines , and steamed sausages
served with a side of white grits
dashed with warm butter as gold as a coin
I sat at the table and gobbled down the meal
like a contestant in a pie eating contest!
Fast forward to the present day
as I matured into adulthood
I no longer have the craving desire
for this type of cuisine,
eating grits now gives me
the feeling of indigestion
forcing my stomach to spew it out
like lava from an erupting volcano!
Now I just stick to enjoying
a cup of brewing decaf coffee as hot as the desert
with sprinkles of succulent sugary powder
and a bowl of chicken souse seasoned in high sour lime
and bird peppers as spicy as chili
with light floured coconut Johnny cake!
"Earthquake in a Tea Cup"
the earthquake
rocked through
a pink haze
soft and powdered
scent of lit smoke
flaming fires
hot oven baked
green apples
ripe skin sizzled
and popped
ice cool cinnamon crisp
lemon peeled martinis
black russians and they're
ripped unfriendly cousins
Long Island Iced teas and
Asian Pear Chit-Cha toddies
osmanthus oolong trading
asset smiles flying under
the Roger Ramjet radar
exploded rapturously
candied petals floating
hearts marachinoed
stevia sweetened cherries
skewered and buttered up
mercilessly on the q.t.
roses burnt apricots
she arrived shimmering
in the clouds
a seduction
ruffling feathers
in their
crème de la crème
tea cups shaking
their quiet worlds up
dominoes lined straight laced,
drugged and shot
they all thought
it was the second
coming
the world
was her stage
the fall out
was atomic
their shadows
scattered
nuclear imprints
incalculable,
the numbers
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
We were but strikes of lightening, sealed in a glass jar
Fumbling about with nowhere to go.
Exhausted, we conducted ourselves
With a slight curb of enthusiasm.
Sprung to life with the slightest touch
Electric current twirling forward, then back.
Sparks igniting beneath our toes
Traces of where we've been crackled.
Sizzled in a flash by the dark spot of glass.
We were irresponsible in the abundance of each other
The glass soon stained by soot,
Purified by the euphoria of what came to be known as climatic.
Every taste
Every passion.
Soon exploiting what came to be known as each other.
We polluted ourselves with the taste of each other
Becoming the overcast beneath the top of the jar.
Surrounded by absolute dark.
The way I saw the universe in her eyes
Laying beneath the night sky surrounded by acres of thought
Vast in length
Breathless in thought
A jolt of vibration quivered in heart
A dense sky-rubble
trundled and spilled above the rooftops
a runaway thunder ground along unseen tracks,
a near salvo rocking mind-cradles,
then a muted detonation over a far off
storm bruised landscape.
The tumult cracked and sizzled-
leaden were the rayless shades.
I returned home in the nick of
a dispersing moment.
The house seemed crouched,
ceilings low and cowering;
a living-space quashed by a heavy hand
rooms sheltering from the weight of imminent
upheaval.
I paused for the searing glare of lightning
yet a deepening gloom
sparked no ignition nor flash;
only a pressing portent of menace.
Then as rapid as the booming
onslaught arrived
the heavens broke open,
gravity expelled a lighter breath
to rise ballooning into an airy light.
All who huddled beneath that cacophony
sighed now in shamed relief
a prayer unspoken upon their lips.
I did not leave my dwelling that day
until my timid tabby cat
bravely led the way.
The razzle and dazzle of the playground was super fine
Fireworks popped and sizzled way past the skyline
The moon gave a wink, and the sun came to play
It was the most glorious of the best of every Tuesday
swirls and whirls in the sky lifted our hearts tall
We swinged up so high, most humans would fall
we had been blessed with Godmother’s pixie dust
No way we were falling, enjoying ourselves on the cusp
My companion was my brother, he was filled with glee
He said “call me silly, I don’t care, Sister She!”
It was a magical night, where everything fell into place
We accepted this fantasy, full of appreciation and grace.
An Emotion is Sizzled in Stealth for You
When you left that Sunday, the sky closed
The wealth of our experience lives on in me
Although I lost my way with you
I still treasure the paradigm of your voice!
The river of forever moves away but as
I look back I understand why
I still care about you from a distance!
As the rose withers
The arrow of controversy is a spark
That burns without it ever had been lit!
Along the shore of remembrance
An emotion is sizzled in stealth while
The health of my sanity is mirrored in tranquillity!
Victory is achieved through loving you from a distance!
Although I lost my way with you and although
It is uncomfortable
I still treasure the paradigm of your life!
The river of forever moves away but as
I look back I understand why
I still care for you from a distance
Our romance still lives on
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I heard my tongue scream
YES!!!! YES!!!!! OH GAWD YES!!
The fork trembled
The knife hesitated
The maple syrup
Dripping lips quaked.
Cage free egg yolks
Filled the craters
Of the unexplored waffle terrain
Soft, plump cheeked strawberries
Crept closer to the golden shore
Blushing as the bacon sizzled at them
A knife parted the sea of syrup
Allowing it to mingle
To taunt, tempt and torture
The taste buds
Of a once insatiable beast
The last vestige
Of this gustatory grandeur
The hint of maple
Caressing my moustache
Tormenting a tortured tongue
Arousing a need to
Gently lick
That prickly collector
Of memories
In search of savory crumbs
In each other’s arms entwined so firmly
That the moon froze and the stars sailed down on the clouds silently
Our fiery passions spilled and sizzled, cold and wet sands sheets
The waters of the seas engulfed them slurping calmly with waves repeat .
She pressed my bare back to the pricking sand
Amidst sultry kisses, black sky disappeared &all seemed bright and grand
Churned waters oozed froth of spent waves
our bodies moulded differently but gyrating together like rowing slaves.
Spurting unbridled passions on to the wet sand floor
to find ourselves like two pearls grinding and our bodies set aflame and all sore
Supple pecks of her lips
and the vacuumed gyrating sounds of our hips
Lost without a trace our names
but does it really matter to us in these honeyed moments all the same
Her feelings all crystalline
Her, I could sense and feel in me.
Her supple skins on my gladiator chest
Her frantic arms clasp my back, clawing for a grip and panting for some rest.
These froth filled feelings and emotions sweep past so fast,
To me these moments seem into me forever last.
These moments, my thoughts they treasure,
Of swooning, poached emotions and pleasure……
28NOVEMBER 2013