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how clever a peck on the cheek, a kiss on the head
a hug with a boa constriction for the parents i love.
how cruel this fate of social isolation, to stunt the breath
of this illusion, that i might have them more and more times.
the kiss off of a mother’s day and all things pretty and wrinkled.
a jolly show of faces — did i once think the actors could slink
through a small or large screen. we haggle with time, dressing
up in effects, wrapping backgrounds, like furs, around caricatures
of ourselves — astronauts, cross-dressers, punk. my mom
holds a very dry martini — six olives on a skewer in empty glass.
we kin do amuse one another and the claustrophobic togetherness
where a normal situation would have us wandering, appetizering,
sidewinder-chitchatting, fobbing the keys of a remote control,
checking seconds and minutes for appropriateness of slipping
out the door — that of course, for bored spouses, who love
the in and out of screen time and beg to screen all holidays this way
while a bored housewife wants for the drive that spurs one on
toward childhood — a link between life and death, playful
joy of trinkets and melodious voices soothed by the setting years;
the wrinkle of time sells all anger, judgment, unkindness —
the baggage that weighs down elephants, the infantile crawl
of bondage. Now the rocking of Brumbies, snail’s pace of sunset
grace of a gray nest, cascading shoulders, ears out of tune
but pure-gold’s love — the plinking strings of a plentitude heart.
Mom and Dad cheer with glistening glasses, their merry martinis
marvel at their wealth — one olive, three olivettes grin at them.
5/11/2020
Non-rhyming couplets
Scintillating hues disperse on blank canvas,
electric essence sparks azure palate mauve;
incandescent lightning leads to the ballroom--
of galactic blaze.
Vivacious seagulls draped in white fly afar,
sing to forlorn sandcastles on tranquil shore;
breathtaking notes vibrate subdued strings of breeze--
pearly mist of harps.
Inhaling sultry waves of hot topanga,
I flicker with burning golden lantern wick;
awaiting tides adorned with velvet mirage--
your silk memories.
Moonbeams rejuvenate my drowning desires,
I write your name on sand to be washed away;
your halo descends to embrace me with love--
on my yearning pier.
June 11, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Simulacrum
~Winner: 1st Place
My heart beats my body yearns
For desires that are not returned
How do you find such food?
Without being so rude?
Your soul desires one thing
Your body another flavor
Where is it safe to shop
When you don't know what to savor
A florist is for flowers
A market is for food
Where do I go to feed my heart
Without becoming rude?
A butcher is for meat
A baker is for bread
Where do I go to feed my heart
Without being misled?
If I were but a whore
Or woman of the street
Life would be easier
Heart strings less discreet
Send me but a sign
A single shooting star
Something I can follow
And relate my beating heart.
In Calcutta's heart, a symphony of need,
A chorus of coughs, a symphony of pain indeed.
Not music of strings, but of souls in despair,
Yet a love song hums, a love beyond compare.
Frail hands cradle a child, fever-wracked and thin,
Each touch a whisper, "You are not alone within."
Eyes, deep as wells of empathy untold,
Reflect the suffering, yet a warmth unfolds.
The stench of poverty, a harsh and bitter air,
Masked by the fragrance of compassion, a gentle prayer.
Laughter echoes, a child's joy, pure and bright,
A melody of hope, piercing the darkest night.
No grand pronouncements, no promises of gold,
Just a presence silent, a story yet untold.
In the crinkled smile, a universe resides,
A love that transcends, where difference subsides.
For love, like water, seeks the lowest ground,
Fills the cracks and crevices, where hope is not found.
Mother Teresa, a vessel of grace so deep,
Shows us the love that heals, the love we all must keep.
Love,
It can be your best friend
Sneak up on you and surprise you
Please you
Misguide you
Confide and deny you
Live and lie to you
Wherever you go
Tease you and please you
Make a slave of you
Turn you inside out
Never make you doubt
Love can destroy you
in the best of ways
Bring you to the highest peaks
Or sink you low
Beneath its blue green waves
Tragic and romantic
The love you sew
Will be the love you reap
Love can curl your toes
Or break them and make you weep
Love is best
When nurtured and grown
It can’t be forced or faked
The best kind of love is freely given
No strings attached
When you send love into the world
And that love comes back.
The sound hits as ton of bricks
And see you flying off the ledge
The state of awe, emotions’ mix
It puts the soul on the edge
As if you found what you missed
Your whole life, in vain hunt
High notes foggy clear mist
While you get hit with something blunt
To grow wings on cloud nine
When life-long yearning satisfied
Those jolting voices are divine
Be drunk and happy and bug-eyed
Them words, they rip, caress and sting
They don’t leave no stone unturned
The fierce vibes of bowed strings
Leave one excited and upturned
Your mind cleansed, you are complete
Must listen times, what a song!
This tune is ever-so-sweet
Until the next one comes along
May 1, 2024
Foibles, we all have them,
Longing to hide them at all costs.
Aware they will inevitably cast our downfall.
Weaknesses don’t fail to come with consequences:
Entangled webs in spite of best intentions,
Distorted outcome when it comes to dreams.
Puppets dangling on puppeteer strings
Every motion somewhat off kilter:
Organized chaos behind the illusion,
Psychodrama when daring to scrutinize too close.
Lifesize regrets: the cliff to be avoided.
Eye on the prize, doing our best.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
Abode above average, horizon fire glows on angel
Teeming ambition triggers digger, strings gay tinsel
Portrays titanium rays of central star burn essential
Tree bauble shifts indeterminate, Earth resplendent
Pine green needle necklace, spinning gilt pendant
Pendulum bells in tower drop ropes for Crescendo
Concave accolades hide fluidity quit quick Crypto
Presents piled overlapping countdown to Christmas
Car race excel brings adrenaline finish line climax
Sly slit thin grin golden grimace violet sky crescent
Moon's multitudinous kept secrets gaslight residents
Spun line unseen supports sparkling pink accessory
Melted marshmallow molest paste palate pleasantly
Endurance promised swallows doldrums resentment
Enthused level thirty lightning thorn entrenchment
Faithful needing sights sleigh flight Saint Nicholas
Father is growth motivated to bestow future riches
29th November
Twinkle finger, Nissan, NTHUZED
Look at them, all lonely people
Soaking your words in churned ripple
For in dreams are born, a spiked fire;
Twisting on strings plucked by your pyre
And lines croon, rising breath’s whistle.
Spilled notes creep and rouse life’s riddle
Let it be, verse gropes in vigil
Guitars strumming peace on live wire,
Look at them.
To us you say, make life trickle
Your hands moan for visions fickle;
Telling the world love’s not for hire.
As fused pair, melodies conspire
To ignite true bliss’ desire,
Look at them.
*Rondeau form
*Lennon-Mc Cartney Tandem
*Thanks to my uncles for their Beatles passion
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Contest by Michael Falotico:
What Songwriter or Writers Inspire You
5 July 2012
Strands of ribbons ride the sky with suns arrival
Children watch for birds and listen for the bands
To their delight music raises up horizons on the curve
Lifted like a curtain at the circus
Curved at the ends where land meets sky
Higher than high the kaleidoscopic eye burns on
Yellow bright to helicopter heaven straight ahead
Where fireworks explode for fun and nothing
Jump at the opportunity to work for free
Licorice sticky kids eat everything in sight
Lamp posts made of chocolate come in handy
When marching bands go tootsie rolling by
They come alive with signs that never stop
Remaining stationary in their concrete red and white
Drummers borrow beats born on tomorrows slapped behind
Rhythms come from behind because bands don't travel backwards
Red rubber noses adorn clown faces
Crossed feet go stumbling over curbs
In over-sized shoes eager to please the masses
Men in clumsy gloves juggle empty air
As if someone or something were there
Missing persons of interest who disappear
Tumbling invisible in the wind gone after air
Strings hold more than helium up there
Sky balloons fly by in multicolored skins
Elastic in flight, gentle to the touch of pins
Pretty in simplicity, shining in blinding incognito
But parades do not begin without a purpose
Parades come sooner than the circus if not first
When they come they must arrive in cannons
In royal colors, living colors would be nice
And shot to make sure everyone wakes up
As children scream, demanding everything
Holding their breath until they or sky turn blue
Because only balloons can turn to purple
Which is a curse but better than becoming turtle
Turtles can not float on unknown surfaces
Or high in atmospheres from what we can surmise
And if you get the drift on flight mechanics
A compromise to fly would be ridiculous