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Premium Member Mischief

RICTAMETER COUPLET

Serene 
sea soaks star shine,
fallen sky’s mischief hue
mocks the waves wrapped in moon’s blue.
They dance in deft marine cadence they make,
don on the crest silver smile as they break
on wayward sands of impish beach.
With pearls of joy they reach
my mind’s shore line
serene.

(NOTE : Rictameter is a 9 line unrhymed poetry form with successive syllable count of 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2 where the first and the last lines are same. This form is modified here with the addition of a 10 syllable line at 6th place, increasing the total number of lines to 10. The new form is given the couplet rhyme (aa, bb, cc, …). I call this new form Rictameter Couplet.)

September 11, 2018


Premium Member Midnight Romance

My bird cage remains as dark as charcoal
Until I hear twelve counts on the clock bell
I then rouse, to let my hearty whims roll
There, on the roof, enlaced in love's spell!

Why, at midnight, romance and I dive down
To where oceans refuse to wade, out of
Deep fear, and we rise to where skies do frown
Crossed, unable to conquer it above!

Stars watch us and smile down enviously
The moon, so crimson,  closes both its eyes
While we demonstrate of the purity
Of our love without resorting to lies!

When the dawn soaks us with its morning glare
We feign to yearn not for the midnight flare!  

For Contest Midnight Romance
Written on 7th October 2017
Form: Sonnet

Give It a Name Part 1

What name can I give 
To a dream that is uncertain
To people who are unclear
To a feeling I am unsure of
To a message that is obscure?

What name can I give
To voices no longer heard
Advice no longer given
Words no longer spoken
Questions no longer asked?
What name can I give 
To an envelope without a letter
To a crossword without clues
To a jigsaw without pieces
To death without life?

It is death
It is their death
It is Mammy and Daddy’s death



Dead
Yes dead
They are dead
What name can I give them 
Now they are dead?

If only they would say
“Happy Easter” at the end of the line
If only they could share 
In the memories and plans of mine
If only they could cough or laugh
Or snort 
As a sign of life

Death is the knife
That cuts the cake through
And me too
It is the sponge
That soaks up all the blood
And leaves the inside dry
And on the crust am I
Not cut through
But still in pieces

What name can I give
To the sorrow that comes when – 
“I must tell them that. But of course –“
“I’m so happy now. But I can’t – “


I don’t have any name
I waited but nothing came

What name can I give
To the water that flows through my hand
Making their memory murky
Painting their clothes a wrong colour
Giving their tones a different sound
Saying it’s square when it’s really round?
????

Two years ago
Could I have believed
In this dedication?
My parents
A subject of cold meditation
Life moves on to a new generation
Leaving them both behind 
At Death Station

Do they know as little of me 
As I know of them?
Can they switch on and see- 
Is there a News at ten?

What name can I give this distance?
What name can I give this mystery?
They have passed without my resistance
Into the huts of history

I didn’t resist as I didn’t know
How incredibly quickly they could go
But I couldn’t have stopped them 
Even if I’d tried
Spirits won’t be by bodies defied

Spirits!
Yes they are spirits now
They live only in my mind
And there, ideas grow
Their lives I’m going to show
Before it is too late
While I’m still in this state
While they’re here at my gate
Form: Elegy

The Apartment

Bed

Shakes and slumber alike
Float upon me
Wet emotion
Soaks through and stains
For her smiles
And his furrowed brow
Imprint
The laughter and pain

Mirror

Me, the shine and prism
Of her hatred
Endless hours of
Not good enough
And his reassurance
Of loveliness
That will never
Be understood

Carpet

Pounding thrashing
Of their two loves
Upon me at two am
Smiling after the
Sound of play
Echo the hallway
And wake the neighbors
Laughingly unashamed

Television

One no two
No three
Grabbing at differences
In perception and
Personality
Rolling eyes
Grinning heart
Oh just take it

Closet

I contain both of
Their many faces
Of characterization
For each other
And the outside
The demons and
Faults swept in me
Obsession and Impulse

Curtain

Shades of truth
Hidden delights
And detriments
Behind my mask of
Sunshine shrouded
Cotton obscurity
Enough peaks through
If you really look

Lamp

Groans and sighs
She adores me
Perhaps his consciousness
And her fear of darkness
Will come to terms
And leave me at peace
One day
Till then I never rest

Shower

Pearly suds cling to my walls
When they are happy
Songs penetrate steam
But oh how I am neglected
Dry sadness
For the majority
I take too much energy
From helpless souls

Couch

Sore and abused
An alibi for each
His quiet savior
Her supportive friend
My popularity increases
As creativity disappears
And common ground
Is rarely evident

Fridge

He frowns
As she stuffs me
With poor choices
Reflecting regret 
With life all around
But I feel empty
When they are joyous
For they are no where to be found

Guilt Is a Foolish Coward

Wipe that stupid grin off your face,
Grime soaks in your bubbly cheeks
You soak everything in like a filthy sponge – 
I would divorce this feeling of guilt
It stinks like manure on the ground…
The stench is too overwhelming
Don’t let me be ensnared by guilt
Be prepare to face your fears…
We’re on this roller-coaster together 
We can do this…
This will erase our past enmities in our minds 
Time breaks my heart, 
Once thumping with excitement
Once flourishing with love, not resentment 
You take everything so serious 
Like a pissed off clown…
Sc-scaring me out of my wits 
Dry your tears of dread…
You’re a coward, 
Hanging by a thread
And you’re awkward!
Leave me be…
Let go of your worries and don’t drift away
Let it be…
Don’t you wanna be free?
Just be patient – Tomorrow is almost here…but today,
It will get better don’t fret
I can see it in your eyes that you’re upset
Don’t ever regret
The quarrels that you and I get into
I’m not giving up on you
I’m not through with you
Yet…I feel sorry for you 
We both feel like a disgrace 
Embrace
Fearless Feelings
Honor, Hope, and Faith 
Get rid of guilt,
For it is a foolish coward just like us in some sense
But worse than everyone put together…
Does that make sense or am I being too intense?
We will be two peas in a pod forever
It’s not a temporary relationship
That breaks apart easily…
It’s as stable as a well-built ship
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Breathless


“The lyric of dreams on lost love is overwhelming”- By Poet

I breathe poetry of ebullient emotion,
the designer of dreams, 
search for the sense of frosted feelings, 
as they mingle with my twilight time,   
my mind merges with sensual obscurity,
with the instant impulses ingrained.

The crystal path I pave to the realm of retreat
along the contorted contours of deserted desire.
There the roses bloom amidst the spiculed cactus,
within enshrined imagination entrained,
that takes me with the mirage to the oasis of reverie,
with dismantled desolation.

From the splendor sprouts the foliage of fervor,
the canopy soaks the colors of the new sky
like the creative poet’s flourishing heart. 
As the twilight sequesters sonorous silence 
in the treasure-trove of static time,
the poetry of life flows flamboyant
under the star studded sky
with the sequined fluid passion.

As the mesmeric moonbeam sprinkles silver dust, 
my muse drifts across the  mindscape 
to the mesmerized meadow of dreams.
With the tinsels of emerald longing 
it flies in your fervent firmament 
on the wings of lyrical zephyr,  
entrances me with the rhyme of reminiscence,
makes me breathless with nostalgia as I recite 
the poems I write for you.

November

An Arctic wind comes reaping the mild air,
breath hangs in clouds and grass hides under frost,
low morning sun soaks branches soon stripped bare,
boots wallow in the reds and golds now lost.
Chevrons of Geese head south for warmer climes,
ground creatures bedding down until the spring,
their instincts telling them it is the time
when nature's heartbeat slows, and no birds sing.
No kindness shown as autumn's laid to rest,
no mercy given, winter's blade unsheathed,
it's willing victim gladly bares it's breast
and falls, in pallid shades the land is wreathed.

Each year this drama plays, the rise and fall
consoled by distant promise, spring will call.
© Viv Wigley  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

-----------Elementary Love----------


Fate
knew best,
as fingers
intertwined souls
weaving…bringing elements together 

A patch of soil, a whisper in the wind
a blackened storm,
wish ablaze--
finding
love


~***~


Earth
embraced
slumbered seed
nurturing it
making room for it, and letting it grow

Through the years, this tree stood steadfast…solid
rooted deeply
yet pliant,
humbly
strong

Air
carries
tall tree’s wish
soars, touches stars
that whisper to the Heavens, blow kisses

Leaves dance, flirt with breeze in constant motion
seasons fly on,
lives pass by,
granted
wish

Rain
water:
a blessing,
tree soaks it in
never drowning, drinking in happiness

Its wood sails in the sea of memories,
waves then crash in
until it
reaches 
shore

Flames
burn free,
fire licks...feels,
ravages wood.
Tree’s ultimate sacrifice, exhausted

Glowing embers now remain, gives soft light
just the right heat,
warming souls
that need 
it


~***~


He 
was that
awesome tree.
He always said,
"You are elementary in my life."

It is only now that I understand…
I was his Earth.
Air. Water.
Fire--Light.
Love.





--for Chris' Double the Fun~ (Tetractys) contest--
Form: Tetractys

Whispers of the Night

A cool breeze whispers secrets low,
A night so still, the world holds breath.
Leaves sway, a gentle, wistful flow,
A sweet goodnight, in quiet death.

Beetles hum, a distant, mournful sigh,
Murmurs fade, into the darkened night.
Dogs bark, a staccato cry,
Vehicles honk, a jarring, urgent light.

Moonlight soaks the earth, a silver glow,
Stars umbrella the world, a celestial sea.
I lie relaxed, thoughts drifting slow,
Nothingness, a peaceful, dreamless glee.

The starlit sky, a canvas vast and wide,
Beauty stirs, a smile creeps, heart alight.
Calmness washes, soul-deep, a tranquil tide,
A memory crafted, pure, and infinite delight.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Animated Absence


My hibernating heart, 
frozen in the arctic archive,
wakes up enlivened 
in the dulcet dawn,
the yearning brush soaks 
the sunburst colors,
paints a Monet garden 
of blooming lavender love,
unfurls the facsimile 
of your floral face, 
          adroitly appealing.

The luring luster 
of lilac rose petals 
lines your luscious lips,
quivering with the cadence 
of the dancing dew,
turning to diamond
for you.
Rhapsodic ripples 
in my mesmerized heart’s 
pictorial dunes
trail the mirage moments 
in dormant dream,
migrating in the deserted time, 
shimmering in euphoria, 
          endlessly enchanting. 

In the velvet vale 
of satin passon,
my fascinated mind 
fashioned by fervor,
carves a charming channel 
of longing to reach you.
The drifting ebony clouds 
of my desire 
come down in a torrent,
makes my melodic love 
a meandering river,
etching an exciting template,
the enticing design
          earnestly enthralling.

In my pensive pasture 
the panorama appears 
alluringly contrived, 
apparently alive
in the recess of sanguinity,
where I wait 
to take you 
to the valley of flowers, 
entrance you 
with my animated absence,
          eternally eluding.

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