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By the Lake of the Half-Moon

Tulips and lilies never smelled
so fragrantly inebriating
by the lake of the half-moon,
I sense the ineffable mystery
of an alluring and serene evening;
remote breezes so unforeseen
and unquestionably redolent
slightly touch the motionless surface
of the silvery and bluish lake so comely
and limpid while drowsy oaks and spruces
sway their long and thick branches...
as if silence were an act of reverence!

In the deserted town strangely
someone sits on the bend of the lake
of the half-moon as he stares
at the luminescent Northern Star
striking the strings of his guitar
with his skilled, young fingers...
suddenly everything harmonizes
with his beautifully played melody,
but he's so amazed by the splendor of the lake
of the half-moon that he doesn't hesitate
to join the invisible nightingales to praise
the indubitable presence of the Creator!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Legacy of the Green Monster

Legacy of the Green Monster
 
An odd green monster
 Resides within the corner 
  Of my kitchen sink –
Mouth open,
Stomach rumbling,
  		Whispering feed me – feed me now -
Ready to receive scraps of wilted salad,
 Spicy pie,
  		Pasta sauce and olive pits
   			With bits of Tuesday’s stew -
Not fretting when it’s musty perfume
 	 Mingles with strawberries
   		Past their prime –
Banana peels -
Or
Tattered leaves swept from the floor
 	Dragged in on furry paws;
No sweet smelling new mown hay;
The useless and expired
  	Now expelled from the monster’s grip,
A smorgasbord of the over ripe,
The underdone, 
  		The scorched and slightly singed 
Mingling – Maturing -
Ever ripening in 
A mountain growing by the house
To once again revive growth,
	With discarded apple cores
		And sweet potato peels - 
This pungent bisque spread on sleeping garden beds
When springtime wakes the earth
 From hibernation
Only to find tomato plants
Growing in the strangest places.

Contest - All About the Environment

Strawberry Kisses

"Strawberry Kisses"



temptation 
covert operatives

brush contact 99
coquettish Smart near misses 

flirtatious crispness
in the velvet time sliding

softly persuasive
dead dropping 

hungry ghosting gumshoes hubristic
dangling dripping words delicious

on tongue twisters
birdwatching the blowback

poiesis ripe
for swallows and ravens

chasing bell ringing
black buried au courant bluebirds out

better than late
Merry Christmas

lips for speaking
freshly plucked 

smiles 
succulent kisses

cool spooning
for the slightly touched

(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)

Premium Member Purple Dreams In Other Realms

Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see 
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace, ~Mystic Rose Rose   
 
she shone like the midnight sun; 
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical  
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore ! ~Mystic Rose Rose 
 
Opalescent primroses wrap around the transcendental portal.  
Shimmering dragonflies swoop by,  
Inviting you to explore.  
Like glitter, endless stars adorn the sky.  

Magic reverberates off a lustrous golden handle,  
Turning it ever so slightly.  
A blinding white light shines through;  
Childish laughter fills the atmosphere.  

A rush of scintillating tiny fae buzzes by,  
Releasing a trail of silvery diamond dust behind.  
The scent of fresh summer nights invokes nirvana  
In this mystical wonderland,  
Nestled neatly in trunks of hawthorn trees.
© Sara Jama  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member One In Seven

Ticks imperceptibly further from tocks
Sally-anne gracefully brushing her locks
Perusing the papers in yesterday's socks
One eye on the news on the old goggle box

Lawns that want mowing, maybe today
No firm decision on that, either way
The daffies sway gentle their livery gay
As early the spring edges out winter grey

Wave at the neighbour out washing his car
Seems in no hurry, he's not going far
Exaggerate motion of tipping a jar
Inviting a post dinner trip to the bar

Somebody passing outside shares a laugh
While yellow billed blackbird agitates bath
Fido brings slippers, wife calls him staff
Then aerates the logs to enliven the hearth

Upon us the day when no desk shall tether
And only the mower shall fret over weather
A shower means trim the lawn next week or never
Well maybe not never, simply whenever

Dinner now served at family table
Sneak Fido a tidbit whenever I'm able
Courteous chat with mum in law, Mable
Kids stifle giggles, she's slightly unstable

Now Mable snoring, I do the dishes
Kids drying up conceal Facebook wishes
Mum by the pool sprinkles pellets for fishes
Whimsically lost in multi-finned swishes

And when gibbous moon gives off scant shadow light
And gone is the sun that shines somewhere else bright
Retire to our slumbers prepare for the fight
Batteries energise over the night

For five days or six we shall toil away
Earn twenty four hours to rest and to play
So never forfeit the day some people pray
This one day in seven, the Sabbath, Sunday.
Form: Rhyme


All the Little Things

You have impacted my life in ways you don’t know
Which is why I want to give you my all
But how can one measure such emotion?
Is it possible to neutralize such a debt?
Such a feat seems improbable…
But it’s kind of funny-
It’s always those subtleties
Those small things that always seem to make the biggest difference
So when it comes to you and I, what I want- is close to nothing…
I only want a little bit of time, so that we can last forever
I only want a little smile, so that I will live in absolute bliss
I only want a chuckle, so that our lives are filled with laughter
I only want to grasp your hand, so that I can ever hold you in my arms
I only want to hum your name, so that I can sing your praises for all to hear
I only want to be slightly close to you, so that we can never part
And I only want to love you today, so that I can love you…always

Premium Member Oblivious Devious Diversions

How quickly the pivot point flips and flops,
    like a see-saw tipping from side to side.
As soon as you start to win the debate
    the focus veers to a new direction
    towards the oblivious distraction,
    to ease the pain that intense thought can cause, 
    or the humiliation of defeat.
If you're in trouble, change the topic slightly
    away from what's known to unknown terrain
    to "Yes, But" and "What about" and "How Come".
Such subtle diversions create mayhem
    deviously dragging the plot away
    to irrelevancies and bogus tracks,
    to oblivious irresolution.
Obliterate the devious diversions tricks
    especially aspersions about you.
Learn to recognize the signs beforehand.
Learn how to lever the game back on the track,
Guard against oblivion's trap door.
Learn to stay vigilant, on track with what you know about.
For diversion to ignorance is oblivious bliss.

After the Storm

The storm has blown itself away; there is a lighting of the sky.
The monstrous waves start to recede, and the ripples just pass on by.
The rocks find a new home from the pounding they have been given.
They come to rest haphazardly, as though so hard they have been driven.
The fence looks old, all gnarled and bent, a pathway almost hidden.
The footsteps - where have they come from - and to where are they now bidden?
An eerie cry - a sobbing sound - mixes harmoniously.
With the sound of seagulls squawking, now setting off back to sea.
The lights are lighting, one at a time, pinpricks of ghostly yellow.
The sobbing increases just slightly; a voice so soft and mellow.
‘Come follow me, a prize awaits,' it sings out on the breeze.
I find myself following it, my heart it seems to please.
I have never felt so fresh, my heart it seems to float.
I follow the pathway in the near dark; my being fills with hope.
What is it, that is calling me? Is sounds so sweet and near.
I stumble and realise I am soaked, but I am without any fear.
‘You are mine,’ says the voice so gentle and caressing.
The light seems to grow brighter, I feel an urgent need pressing.
I must find the source of this golden voice; its song fills my head.
I must press on the winding path before me, I feel I am being lead.
A shape that glows and points at me and opens its glowing arms wide.
I stop as fear overtakes me; I want to turn back, like the tide.
And then the shape embraces me, calms me and points behind.
There I am lying on the beach; am I now losing my mind?
‘Your journey is just starting,’ the voice tells me. ‘Come, we can not be late.’
“Still round the corner there may wait, a new road or a secret gate.”
Realisation comes to me as the shape pushes me onwards up the winding hill.
My earthly body I have left behind, but my adventure is in front of me still.

Premium Member I Wonder Where He Went

He came back home, not the same. 
Still had his smile. 
Still knew my name. 
Something deep behind his eyes. 
Locked the doors and dimmed his light. 

We used to laugh at silly things. 
Rough-edged jokes and stories told. 
Now every joke just passes by. 
Echoes of a life denied. 

He said, “It’s nothing, just tired I am” 
I just need time and “I’ll be grand”
I'd text, I'd call, then let it be. 
Not knowing if he’d answer me.
 
We'd sit in silence now and then. 
Me looking for my oldest friend. 
But war had drawn a quiet line. 
Between his haunted world and mine.
 
One morning came, he wasn’t there. 
His bed still made, and room just cleared. 
No note, no sign, no last goodbye.
Just empty spaces and questions why.
 
And still I walk the roads we knew. 
Still laugh sometimes, he’d laugh too. 
But every joy feels slightly bent. 
Because I wonder where he went.
Form: Rhyme

London Calling

An old friend visited today, no longer young Men

Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore

Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before

We both have partners now, I have kids

Where once warehouse raves and Oxford st debauchery stood

Now roast pork and red wine abound

A bottle shared, just slightly older than the story of us

The bonds that held us together remain unbroken

We laugh and shared our tales, those funny sayings we had

Where’s so and so now, and how did we get here?

Twelve years, as if no more than a weekend had passed 

Promises to make it sooner next time

A warm embrace and gently to bed 

I love you brother

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