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As the last petal falls
upon trembling twigs,
and the heart withers,
like nocturnal stars
weeping in a casket~
of ice-laced sepals,
soaked in searing silence,
cloaked in thistles of nothingness,
let Cleopatra’s amulets
dress your blurred horizon,
embroidered with
empty promises.
I wear our forbidden love
like a bleeding epitaph,
inscribed with
gusts of grief
and twisted tendrils,
emanating memories of us~
a mystical reflection of
how once we danced
like daffodils sipping
spiced gold magic
while the satanic sun
burned the flickering
flames of felicity within twin souls,
weaving poetic pansies
across the symphonic sky,
brushed with Sahara crystals,
unfolding a canopy of unbreakable
c o m p a s s i o n ...
O beloved black dahlia,
if I could, I would
fetch you the moon on a spoon,
steal the galaxies~
wrap them in
supernova serenity.
I’ll paint lakes of longing
with opalescent silver,
sculpt Swarovski swans
glazed in iridescent bliss,
tempting the alluring twilight
to drizzle aurora threads
across mysterious silhouettes,
engrossed in
an ethereal orchestra.
But if tomorrow
these words weigh little
less than the dreams
we’ve dreamed in stillness,
remember my soul is tied
to your rain-kissed metaphors,
and even if rhymes cannot
fix what’s undone,
these verses ache
to cleanse every stain
left within lifeless leaflets.
For no shift in season
could veil the vibrancy of vermilion
still rushing through these veins,
singing your name
in scarred cadence,
resting my quivering quill on
the cusp of the cursed springs,
as I embrace darkness before
the dawning of dulcet wings,
to lure you back
to the land of timeless trinkets,
a lachrymose lament~
romanticized as the requiem
for bewitched orchards...
Whirling irate firework spectacle
Pings stillness with rust erode array
Afflicted heart thrown debri rain affectional
Rapidly spun unkempt sparks spill their firey foray
Jettisoned from adjacent universe
Excited flames offer heat unfathomed
Rage innate kills cold in hungry encompass
Newly secured domain set alight is purely dazzled
Supernova exploding sends elements
Strikes my stagnant galaxy in rays of gamma
Studded with hundred year tenure true limerence
Furnace insistance fuels hot hum of echoed enamour
Amber damp larva gradual arousal
Resistance drips ice melt silent submission
Logic tarnished in star's splendourous encounter
Ignited forever by harshness of flared flame inquisition
Structure remodelled, harmonious
Black hole remaps unique secret binary
Inhibit's last rites scribed by stellar bond solacious
Scars lasered invisible by nova who renamed me Libby
10th November 2020
Written for Contest :
There Is A Star With My Name On It
Sponsor : Silent One
Every morning, I open my eyes, and I wonder at my surroundings.
Before any constructive thoughts, chaos comes raging as waves, crashing through my mind.
Crowds speak in unison, yet, against the grains in the sands of time.
Past memories that may be false, as they feel like they belong to someone else, and scenario’s that never will be;
confusion that paralyzes rationality and lost moments recollected out of context;
sudden realization of needed self preservation and implosive, internal destruction bursts like a supernova;
emotions on the tipping point of control, spiral into a death dive - as a predator hunt’s it’s meal, so too do they threaten to devour the entirety of my being.
Realization, that the wandering moments of yesterday, standing deep in a dense fog, are all but lost if not chased; propelling a desire of recollection.
The crowd of voices become amplified, as if to reverberate through an empty chamber.
A funny joke, a terrifying laugh from a seemingly simple weatherman, the bark of a cat and sounds of a drowning fish; an argument settled after a battle in a lost war.
Instructions whispered in urgency…I am almost there.
There are a plethora of directions, end points of accomplishment. Success at a task generates only, yet another task, complicit to procrastination in understanding the numbness.
Compelled to breathe, my own words break free of their restraints and I am convinced to search.
Awe….the blanket is red, the door is closed and the shades are open. There, a written reminder, a preset notification, so to speak…drawn by the hand of a stranger, it expels any worries that I shouldn’t be where I am.
An over-spilling riverbank of realization supersedes the chaos and I am able to sort the broken pieces.
Sometimes I can reassemble them, most times they are rebuilt by someone else, repurposed and perhaps handed down, as if generational.
Truth begins it’s treacherous journey into my heart and let’s my mind stray, as it organizes what must be done to move forward, the triggers of the moment, deciding the fate of my day.
Colors of Blessed Trefoil,
Sentience; turn into glitches toil.
Sift unto oblate displacement
of Times crustal plate hourglass Life+soils.
Arisen from the beginning
in-end defiance coil.
Herefore Eden-aftertide, aeon trace after aeon
in, thrill ride chase to make abode in that, abide.
Shelting myself deepfaced+taught inside,
In your warmth of inner room,
like ice coldness melting-embraced
at your fireside face of a heart h of womb born nigh.
I hold out my tongue
on this black marble ledge;nd.
Teeth vibrating thickness of brain
blimping a flu zeppelin on a flight to a significant somewhere.
To save myself of the bye and bye
of the voided bends on a path to nowhere.
O Tantalous desire inside our core-
spires,keep my farthest reach.
Reaching for the flame of desire.
Pollenate with your tentaclous spore
of stamen-a; to take that, give of gift of the dust and Spirit Aura.
From the day of Adam and Eve, present-ly becoming garden ing,
Synthesis of the Tree of Life,
written book sheetsong of pages contained within it's wreath of sheath.
Loves cultivated flora beginning
as a sapling or leaf, sampling of tongue at its Amber resin, wave producing flora-lflourish fragrantly
speaks.
Adorned my dear with dignity's ingignant audacity all the amore.
Nearest with new sun of
possibilty.
Sirius ly shining atmospheres' excited dew,
stardriven starlight of direction
of omen destiny, be here
and orchestra orchestrate your cosmic tune.
String a love song of spring anew.
To give divine message echo
of Eternity flashing Marriages' signet ring,
upon waxy sheen and stamp
affinity's glue.
Envelope is in your letter
to the letter and mandate accrue.
A promise should never remain silent.
In pursuit of our principal pledge -
I ponder her secret garden,
within the province of our paradise.
For her love is
an Utopian secret supernova,
shining celestially -
through a canopy of olive leaves.
Where I hope to stand motionless,
lost in her redolent radiance
so my soul searches
for the path of plum slate and
golden stepping stones, leading to her
idyllic untouched flower garden.
Admiring evocative vibrant petals,
wishing to float like a million butterflies,
breathing blissful blessings -
upon balmy bewitching blossoms
I shall surround myself in her artistry,
enchanted with her ethereal tranquility.
Love remains secure within her elusive oyster.
My ink will emulate a million subtle reflections,
until reunited with my precious opulent pearl.
Simple Musing
Silent One
31 May 2020
" Tortured metaphors
spilling from tequila lips,
t i p t o e on my pulse ~
breaking in an arced smile
of the featherless eclipse,
where I waltz as a secluded steel-shine,
sobered s o f t l y
by the taste of satanic stars..."
I'm the loss of a leaf
from gold-dew aspens,
rippling upon
turquoise typewriters,
where drunk fingertips dance.
Turning to ashes,
my heart m e l t s
as a metallic grenade,
and no philosopher's stone
ever reverberating
in its silver-winged silence.
Seeking shelter from smoldering seas,
I curl up in the womb of a guardian willow ~
she's a weeping angel of n e v e r l a n d,
with an ornamented garland
of guns and roses,
enveloping me in the corpse of sunset.
Plunging from diamond cobwebs
into isles of champagne,
like a dynamite dove bloodthirsty for sun,
I l u r k along reefs
studded with rhinestones, unfurling –
lotus manuscripts
as poetic pearls s l i p and t w i r l,
snorkeling in an obsidian oasis.
I miss being
a purple-whisper prophecy,
threaded in fractured letters,
for now, my ink b l e e d s
in the marrow of moon,
where an alchemy is lost and found...
In the chronicles of carnelian clemency
and supernova sorcery,
I've seen arctic assonances
hibernating
in the throats of those,
holding lethal jewels
as a nightingale's neon noose.
So, if my soul is an opal widow
of your thistle-light affection,
a verse romanticised
will be my crystal coffin,
and in the caricatures
of kohl and karma,
our silent soliloquy
shall delicately be shifted.
Surfing in the splitting s i n s
of a salty saviour,
this whiskey damsel
shall evermore remain
a scentless phrase,
scrapped by pencilled brush-strokes,
i n v i s i b l e
in our paper-cut destiny...
Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman
a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips knit a glamour-mag smile
rows of sugar-white pearls
strung shiny straight
behind wet-red slicks of a Revlon stick
—cherry-juice bait dilates your want to taste
orchid woman’s glamorized mouth
for the masses to idolize
for many to fantasize
for her to tantalize
and advertise
there’s no need to compromise
with you
or your penny-candy conversation—
when beauty is legal tender
why invest in a waste of words?
ooh, orchid woman is w-i-l-d
an exotic sun-tanned narcotic
erotic her despotic bloom
quixotic your contemplation;
your entangled-limbs-expectation
that this frilly filly blooms just for you
and oh! just look how the honey makers buzz
watch the money-makers spend their sums—
worker bees blinded by her blonde neon
fall in her wake…
or maybe ‘diamond pro’s’ bling
stings and wrings their eyes
…who cares who falls..
when mere red rose adorations
and sticky sap Hallmark incantations
bear not the fruits of 24-karat donations—
Mmm! Mmm!
her traipse does shake like mango jelly sweet
orchid woman’s long-stemmed catwalk walk
full-rounded bouncy-buoyant racy-lacy-ecstasy
yup.. a thoroughbred— she’ll have you ridin’ high
to your credit and blame
you won’t feel her stiletto tips
when she diva-gold-digs ya
as nothing more than a runway-ramp
all slinky-strut-hips
and stay-the-night-vamp
till fly girl wields her strappy high-heels
in a rhythmical click-clack
all over the next middle-age stage
indeed! orchid woman
a hot-house hottie
fussy stuffy lil hussy—
...too much water?
….not enough water?!
oh no! she’s wilted—
sniffle.. snivel.. “where did I go wrong?!!”
mm-hmm.. high maintenance is s-u-c-h a turn on…
yeah… orchid woman is w-i-l-d (eye roll..)
Blackberries to me are one of natures fine treasures
Fruit jewels that give many culinary pleasures.
The berries are versatile with nutritional health benefits
And wildlife safe haven under densely grown thickets.
Nature gives plenty for us all to share
But be aware and pick them with care.
Covered in thorns over each entwined stem
Defence of its own blackberry briar realm.
Nutritious, low calorie and naturally sweet
These are a favourite fruit that I eat.
Now that I have a large ample supply,
Time to decide which recipe to try.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.
Next - apple and blackberry crumble
My tummy agrees with the sound of its rumble.
Jars filled with luscious blackberry jam
For dinner blackberry-mustard glazed ham.
Blackberry juice or homemade wine
Both very tasty and simply divine
Cheesecake, cobbler, trifle, cupcakes,
Ice cream, muffins, puddings and milk shakes,
Tarts, flapjacks, sorbets, pavlova.
The latter being my sugar rush supernova.
So many recipes from plenty to choose,
Oh what the heck! What have I to lose?
Only the weight that I will probably gain
And removing the odd blackberry stain.
Your Thoughts On Blackberries Poetry Contest
Sponser Matt Caliri
Written 06.08.22
The subject of ourselves;
We choose, perceive,
laugh, and grieve.
What are we
in this boundless and expanding cosmic web?
We, human beings
do the curiosity of all experiments.
Made up the same subatomic particles
as are exchanged
between flowers in the gardens and black holes in the galaxies.
Within the immense ocean of stars,
the images of the Dark Energy live within us.
When supernova collide! A glimpse of Milky Way’s fate zooms in, 230 million light
years away from earth.
With limited means
our ignorance,
the discovery of the multiverse living beyond us.
Big bang or
the fabric of time, Dust Ring discovered in Mercury’s orbit.
In Quantum awareness of singularity
we can always be wrong.
Scientists smashing atoms
Searching never-before-seen a shadow of Event Horizon
Building reusable rockets colonizing Mars
Bending the speed of light
......Desperately seeking the horoscope of human race
“I” and the neutrons in our brains
are the same thing;
complex, tightly integrated
and lovable.
The brutal truth
Is - no certainty
We exist.
"Infatuation is the intense yearning to be
intensely yearned for" ~ quote by poet
My Cassiopeia - how tenderly
you smiled upon me in my awkward days,
as unashamedly my eyes would gaze
in disbelief upon such pure beauty.
Rare supernova! There's no fairer face,
so flawless in form. Elegance refined:
your cheeks, your smile by heaven's King designed
to lend delight - not one hair out of place.
How we both laughed! We'd sing your poetry
late into moonlit hours, each unaware
of others nearby, nor the unkind stare
of our next day's responsibility.
Then, the eclipse. Those stellar days were through
when to Orion's huntsman arms you flew.
Submitted to:
To The One I Lost Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon