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Optical Illusion

My slumbered eyes in endless night hours
make shady groves of translucent memories. 
Outlining  contour of crescent moon, 
dark figures meander my muffled thoughts. 

The starry sky suddenly changes
from turquoise blue  to champagne color .
Half in light, half in shadow, in a  mystic mirror
two souls in grandeur, play roles of a lover.
Enthralled in a universe of rosy clouds 
elated ripples cascade passion in their blood.
As strong hands grip in gentle touch of kiss,
in silent whispers they meld in each other.
Silhouettes of sculpted poise, they both pose
a splendid spectacle , a magic in moonrise.
a soft satin dream , a frolick in whirlwind
where white light romances shrouds of dark. 
A waning moon peeps in its smiling meniscus 
as their moments of fantasy dissolves in surreal.

And then.. greyish gloom breaks into dawn...
My eyes all consumed in your eclipse
lingering lullabies on edges of my lips.
I just saw something that isn't ever there 
 It's just an Optical Illusion of You and Me .





Dated 19th January 2020


Sponsor	Brenda Chiri
Contest Name	Picture Prompt


Engulfed By By a Tsunami

“Buzz buzz”, the anopheles shrilled the night
As with hunger on grasses, they slumbered without light
Babies, held against skeleton milkless breasts
And gnashing teeth, the men in dispiritedness beat their chests.
 
The greybearded simply await their knell to toll
And in agony, the brisk and spry watch their fall
As they, starving, grow thinner and thinner
Fully aware they would grace the coyote’s dinner.
 
Kwakwa, my village smokes no longer
Deserted of people and animals even to the border
For the peasant farmers of this poor village
Now repose at the mercy of Biya’s heinous rage
 
Pa Bossom’s charred body graced the stake
For being asleep while others, awake
Beholding red, took to their reliable heels
As bullets battered the meek and echoed over the hills
 
From Bamenda to Buea I now repose
For my life has no purpose
As biya’s gun dictate when I flex
Myself, I keep asking ‘when would I be next?’
Form: Narrative

This Lonely Night

This lonely night

Silhouettes and darkened skies
Nightfall finds a lonely heart
Wishes sent on winter’s sighs
Thoughts on velvet heavens chart

Promises of wind born flow
Shadows dance a slumbered song
Here beneath a full moon glow
Dreaming as the night is long

Parting fields, desire’s cry
Calling out in echoed whim
Imagination, child’s eye
Pleading you were here again

Reaching out for what I miss
Far beyond this empty stare
Seeking endlessly your kiss
Moments in the night to share

The hour late, a silence falls
My eyes now gaze a northern star
Appearing as it softly calls
So very close, so very far

Yet in this vision I can see
Illumined on the sky so bright
That you do send your love to me
So tenderly this lonely night

Good night Soupers
Form: Rhyme

Her departing words

As she awaited for her head to pass through the guillotine, She said to the young girl who was standing in front of her
Who was shivering from fright as death approached her,
"I've journeyed the far east of the oceans
The vast lands of the meadows
The internal structures of the earth
Where I've been bound to the shackles of the world
The children live in embers of their parents woes; but
Now all this shall end in mixed feelings;
The sorrows of our fears and the darkness within us shall erupt into it's void.
We are going to a place of peace, joy and laughter;
A place devoid of any sorrows or tears;
Hold on, we're going home
Where we'd be sleeping at last"
As her head was passed through the guillotine,
A curvaceous smile spread across her lips as she took a final glance of the woman who shattered her fears.
With a tear silently streaming down her face,
She slumbered into eternity.

Premium Member Dost Thou Disport Thyself in Daily Joy?

Dost thou disport thyself in thy daily pilgrimage?
What calleth 'playtime' unto thy soul?

I find my joy in the presence of ancient trees.
Where vibrant hues do spiral wild and free.

Such forests stretch beyond the sight, far and deep.
For 'tis within the winding roads of sleep.
I wander, blessed by the light that slumbered brings.

Nature doth cast a gentle, cooling breath!
To soothe my spirit, far from thoughts of depth.
O, Golden Light! Grant me lengthened rest!

For my strange, painted trees must be addressed.
With joyous heart, I fashion things of naughty.

The muse cries, "Play!" with every color squeezed,
With twinning scrolls and fancies, well appeased.
'Tis here I take my leap,
Both bold and steep,
Into a bright and variegated heap!


The Neighbours Kiss

Once  was I kissed by my neighbours wife
Bringing me back from death to life
While slumbered still I sleepily lay
Suspended serene 'twixt the night and the day
A housebreaker moon in a bullshitters night
Where she took and she gave
Memory of how our lips became slaved
Resistance got broken as I lay on that couch
Secret remained in the twist of our mouths
Ever since then I've been courting the myth
For  only the want of a neighbours kiss

Eyes in the shadows saw that loving exchange
And never betrayed us and nothings since changed
Wandering around , besotted  like this
To see the wife of my neighbour
And boy, can she kiss!

Premium Member In My Abba's Hand

In my Abba's Hand

I awoke from my dream, standing in a meadow,
I was caught by the light of the golden moon.
I awoke from my dream, standing in His shadow
All I felt was love, there was no doom.

In the distance I could see my Abba's hand
It was opened up and waiting for me,
It was at a distance because of my size
Compared to him, I was really tiny. 

He whispered in soft, sweet tones,
My child, come and visit with Me.
His voice was so peaceful, it felt like home
It was the only place I wanted to be.

I took a small leap as I ran to His hand,
I took a small leap, on my feet I did land.
I landed on the outside of His mighty Hand.
I wondered where to go, what was His plan?

His Hand was so soft and so peaceful, so free 
My only question was how could it be?
He was so Mighty and I was so small, 
He was so good and me not at all?

As I traced the lines of His Might hand,
The lines each fold, what was His plan?
He whispered go on, find the place my child,
So I walked on until the center, then rested awhile.

Right here is where My children should be,
They need to rest and trust in me. 
I sat knees up under my golden frock, 
I sat for awhile no one here would me, mock.

I started to sleep, I started to slumber, 
The beat of His heart, in His hand felt like thunder.
I slumbered and slept all through the night, 
In the morn, I understood why in His hand I did rock.

I heard Him whisper once more, for me to see,
Be still and know that I am God, child trust me
I realise now, no matter the size,
We are all tiny miracles in our Abba's eyes
No matter how noble, women or man
We all need to be held in our Abba's hands.

Premium Member Sunset Reverie

Smiling down on the speckles of sand,
already the warmth is fading.
Dreaming of brilliant 
stars to appear
as their mother rested on waves.

At the height of graceful magnificence
her soft chrome glow diminishing.
One last show 
she would provide
before she went to bed.

She reached her arms to the skies
and bid her children "good night."
Sinking slowly,
hesitantly, 
into the darkness,

she painted the heavens with hues,
magenta, tangerine, and cyan she had bestowed.
A tinge of violet creeping softly in,
bleeding unnoticeably, one into the other
until a rich ocean blue had been made.

Movements of life 
slowed, blurred,
dreams wriggled deep into minds,
darkness blanketed 
the land with its quilts.

And Earth slumbered once more.

Premium Member And God Gave Him a Woman

AND GOD GAVE HIM A WOMAN

When God first made the man,
He said,"What have I done?
He just sits there alone,
He's not having much fun.

I want all of My creatures,
To enjoy their life.
I know what I'll do,
I'll create him a wife."

So God set to work,
And He put him to sleep,
And as he slumbered,
The Lord dug down deep;

From his heart at the center,
He took the first part,
"She'll be filled with emotion,
She willl be his heart;

The thing in this world,
That he loves the most,
He'll love her and keep her,
In her will he boast."

From under his arm, 
He next took a rib,
From a place in his side,
Near the lungs where it hid,

Protected from harm,
And the wind and the rain,
"He'll lean on her,
Should he come up lame;

For she is his helpmate,
Companion for him,
When he's tired or sad,
She'll comfort him."

When Adam awoke,
And saw her at his side,
He smiled as God told him,
"Here is your bride."

"She's the prettiest thing,
That I`ve ever seen,
But it`s funny you know,
Of a sudden it seems,

I can no longer stand,
So I better sit down,
She can get what I need,
It`s good she`s around.`

                                     Judy Ball

(And that`s  the way it`s been ever since)
© Judy Ball  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Spring! That Glorious Season!

Spring was ushered in the other day by a glorious, warmin' sun!
The robins seemed elated, but for me another cycle had begun.
Just days ago the lawn was brown, now it's turnin' green.
Alas, I must begin the onerous task of keepin' it pristine!

I'm a slave to that consarned plot to keep it lookin' good.
I strive to make it the prettiest lawn in the neighborhood.
It takes hours and hours of back strainin' manual labor,
To keep it neat and trim, tryin' to outshine my neighbor!

The mower must be serviced, sharpened and fine-tuned,
Then, my spouse's delicate rose bushes must be pruned.
Flower beds must be tilled with the shovel and the spade.
To deter bugs and blight, the apple trees must be sprayed!

I daren't forget that along about the middle of June,
That the ornamental bushes I will need to prune.
Will this dreadful torment ever end, I often ponder?
I'd much rather be fishin' in those mountains over yonder!

Today, I arose early to mow the lawn in the cool of the dawn.
Behold!  As I slumbered, a foot of snow had fallen on the lawn!
(Even those cheery robins had taken to wing and fled!)
Well, such is springtime in the Rockies - I just went back to bed!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Form: Rhyme

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