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Calcium carbonate, crystalline complexion composed
Smooth surface, size, shape, color, and luster superimposed
Born from marine oysters, through bacterial resistance
Rancor becomes miraculously pristine radiance.
Loyalty, honesty, integrity, and purity
Soft yet solid, there's, in it, an inner serenity.
Does it not depict me—a person, friend, and confidant?
With thought, word, feeling, wisdom, and behavior concordant
I am a pearl with calmness within. There's no restless storm.
My unease is quenched. Tranquility has become the norm.
Pearly optimism has paved way for poetic vision.
Revision of mundane beings has become my mission.
I fly over an eventide-oak -
the moon’s superimposed smile
illuminating my diamond wings
of euphoria, born from his proffered knee.
The moon’s superimposed smile
at tipsy heights, where bluebirds fly.
Of euphoria, born from his proffered knee,
the catalyst of uplifting happiness.
At tipsy heights, where bluebirds fly,
my heart flutters - I’m primed to be kissed.
The catalyst of uplifting happiness,
the clouds, like a trampoline, send me!
My heart flutters - I’m primed to be kissed
over this etched tree of ours.
The clouds, like a trampoline, send me
past our initials in its frame.
Over this etched tree of ours,
inspired by young love’s destiny,
past our initials in a frame -
rhapsodic fireworks, shaped like hearts.
2/13/2023
Writing Challenge - E Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Form used: Pantoum (Imperfect)*
*As per PS’s definition, an imperfect pantoum does not use the lines in the first verse.
I suppose
you've been wondering
Why your eyes don't smile anymore.
Why your once radiant optimism
has drowned in concrete mud.
Why the future, even tomorrow,
suddenly tastes so bitter
on your palate.
Why the rainbow is frowning
at you; all the colors,
besmirched.
Why your view of the horizon
and your mind has been shrouded
by a thick, blinding miasma.
Why the howl of the wind
leaves your skin
ice-cold,
frozen stiff,
even though winter has since
flown away with snow buntings.
Why your sunny days
have been superimposed
by the blackest umbra of twilight.
Why the sun seems so distant
that its rays no longer touch your face.
It's because...
I've stolen every scintilla
of your joy and happiness
I've trampled on
your spirit and high hopes.
Who am I?
I'm the enemy without mercy
I'm the cackling demon
gleefully clipping off
the brittle wings of hope
you're clutching onto.
Amorphous memories in perfumed pages
dance across waves of scintillation
I wonder what could have been
dusk and dawn haven't changed a bit
sepia emotions bloom in my heart again
in undulating frequencies we'd shared
I remember the instant clicks of strangers
hesitant eyes compensating for words
eager to be uttered adorned on shivering lips
you'd looked at me with a translucent gaze
trying to read between the layers of my mind
my hair in the autumn breeze revealed
dancing shades of uncertainties on my face.
We'd wished to travel parallel universes
distant yet conjoined by shared silence.
You remember the mystic aura of that magic
the love that could have been for us
words turned parched, you didn't try, nor did I,
we remained at par at unfathomable frequencies,
but you never had the courage to ask
I never took a step to express
rhythms of innocence clouded by realities
and we let them fade in silence
by turbulent misunderstandings of pain
drifting in dark oceans on desolate boats
we crossed paths clashing our oars of anguish
dissolving bridges that could have been preserved
you chose to destroy our utopia in vain
hurling me in a fiery whirlpool of tears;
I floated in blame games to find my shore
parallel waves superimposed, inseparable,
never meant to be merged by echoes of interference,
but now that I turn from my blessed world
I wonder who it was that got away
was it you or was it me
you breathe, I whisper, inaudible words float
our deaf love gasping beneath the grave
the love that could've been shouldn't have been
as I emerged to a dawn of awakening
I've known I'm glad that I got away
July 7, 2020
The One that got Away Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 2nd Place
Sonorous, saporous symphonies: strong;
soothingly spirited, sublime sweet songs.
Satisfied sigh, sees salubrious springs;
sharp, sizzling sunburn scream: saltwater stings.
Searing sharp satirists, snarkily snide;
subtle smart sophists show soft, specious side.
Skimpy, salacious shows sell sexy spice;
somber, sad serials scarcely suffice.
Seismic'ly sensitive subsurface screens;
substandard systems: severe shakes scarce seen.
Scaling slick surfaces, snow-scented slides;
slogging sludge swamps, smelling stinky sulfides.
Sans similarities, superimposed;
sequencing syllables, simple supposed.
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for the Begin with a Letter Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
written 06/28/2022
an alliterative 'sonnet', with aabb pattern and 10 syllable lines
updated/extended from a shorter, earlier poem
Thinking there was something going wrong,
It was situation of praise.
Something that couldn`t let black communities be on craze,
But emotionally, puts smile on the entire world face.
Urging and expanding the number of observers through unfailing phase.
On the street, I see passers who are all blacks,
They push heavy goods in their own cars.
Goods that are made out of faith.
That gives much thought of what motivations can enable their descendants create.
Though partiality have always been their fate,
Their concentration always pays them to be great.
They`ve proven the world wrong till date.
Making them that thought to be wise, now wish for a black man to be their mate.
But since yesterday is passed in haste,
Men wearing black skin have to tell them it`s late.
Because they refused to wait.
Black men live in happier days.
Decorated with perpetual age.
The aspiration which human effort can`t make.
It means a lot to tell about black genes.
Yes, in this walk with black skins.
Where we meet ourselves in fame and peace.
Black skin doesn`t show any sign of its carriers to be least.
Identifying the race of black indigenes,
Nature adores everything about black men in all regions.
Before us do we see billions of Africans and black indies,
Behind and beside us are enormous of ******* and carrebians.
Strong in their thinking faculty.
Beautiful in society.
Since black skin elaborates uniquely on beauty,
It’s really exponential concerning its potency.
Time after time, black skin is maintained in decency.
Who dares to replace the charming appearance of black skin with any bleaching colourant?
Very funny to everyone who knows about the consequence it brings.
How sad it is for they that choose to buy bleaching cream for reformat,
And to them who swallow bleaching substance as their main drinks.
I`m sorry, this can`t lay on your table a vitality dish,
This can`t provide for you the charming look of your wish.
At every point of time, the sun and the moon reveals how precious black skin protects the body from deadly infections and unfriendly weather conditions.
If black man stands in front of a mirror, the mirror opens its heart with a lively intention,
Only to praise the outstanding blink of black skin out of superimposed imagination.
No one is from this earth,
But I am a unique case.
I never fully left heaven through birth.
Being gifted and superimposed by God’s grace.
My feet are on the ground,
But my mind is way up in the sky,
Far above the heavens is where I’m found,
Where God Himself resides.
Though I walk this sordid earth in short,
I’m surrounded by His glorious peace,
Placed within a warming holy transport,
Awaiting the right time to return home to Thee.
I can only flip on this everlasting conduit switch,
After I fully live out my life’s mission here.
I tread this path on eternal ground enriched,
Desiring to obediently wholly adhere.
My spirit is with my loving Father’s presence,
For I have never truly left His essence.
He shares His Fatherly love with me in grace,
With omnipotent power, as I seek and see His face.
Without regard for strengths or faults,
He perfectly loves me with eternal increase.
Tenderly He heals me as He exalts,
Filling me with His awesome hope and peace.
I withstand the blows which come my way,
For He hides me safely in our secret place.
I take refuge in our sweet, glorious heaven,
For I’m not from here, but there, sent in His holy procession.
The acting soul in the cosmic drama existence,
define place in personal defeat and excellence.
Accepting the authors entire purpose role,
superimposed receiving upon its own.
Character and conduct by choices shored,
in challenges and ultimate reward.
These actors with soul in peculiar dignity,
principle cosmos to adjust legitimately.
The appropriated environment of precise,
like tones in harmony become concise.
Utterance in determined capacity,
individual notes in appropriate audacity.
The voice towards the total harmony,
singing out life through it all be.
Resultant of all in one sound harmonic sphere,
lesser sounds in soul accept as clear.
Worth of whole in cosmic association,
the body in all as divine appreciation.
Love given in nature to affect the bond of union,
improvised soul to soul dominion.
Reformed character and feeble hope surprise,
the extended soul as loving conductor to emphasize.
Just like George Jones when
He Stopped Loving Her,
death, the only thing that could occur
To enact what only this loss could secure
(Killing the love he had for her)
I've counted and underlined in red
each time an “I love you” was said
Until the pages, written in blue ink
Resembled nothing more I think
Than a passionate patriotic prose
Red white and blue superimposed
Over words of love and promises not kept
Sprinkled liberally with the tears I've wept
For you were not nearly as noble as
That great country singer gentleman
For whom only his untimely death can
Erase his love and promises.
All it took for you, Great Lout,
Was a younger face and lips that pout
They always say that sin will out
One who for others don't care about
And the keeping of your word you flout
So although now I know the truth
I act more like George than I care to do
How I wish that I could forget you too
For all these letters I won't send to you
Are filled with my love in red white and blue.
By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah
Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off
we are no longer us
Obscurely written out of
life's script, no future roles to play.
The primitive man and all modern
day caveman - and sand men have
forgotten the people of the soil-and
the trees and the water and the mountains
women behaving _nonchalantly___
as they watch -us being erased;
Written out of history.
What is left of us
we who write poetry
that does not impress wealth,
they eat, we die -- they drink
we go thirsty, they make
merry with their Dirty sex;
While we imitate our exterminators.
we disappear with
broken noses and borrowed hair
We are no more.
Our costumes died
then our children
with no past and no future
we are no more~~~~
Now that we are being
created by our scribes;
penned down ages before we could
realize that our solemn but
equivocal art, superimposed
with fervent sentences bore
more intonations & meanings
than maidenly sought;
We lie within our meditative silences.
Reminiscing the helter,skelter and
dither, through which our stories
were told in words.
While the strokes by our quills
fade & shiver to sheer posterity
but eventful mileages;
We beseech this forthcoming generation
To voice out in unison the
unfinished phrases, but clauses
yet again.We are now no more.
Although there were a few scattered
prospects yet to be achieved;
we lie abed not asunder,
With no regret or fear or whatsoever
We are no more.
Only in fiction shall we meet
To play our parts with unsung aptitude.
As our styles are pursued;
Until then, we are no more.
As life still beckons on
with trajectories being preached
but sold,We pray you, this age
that celerity & glee fuel your
palms but gumption's with
deepened emotions & thinking caps.
As the die is cast,
Till the results are known;
We are now no more!