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Written: December 27, 2024 For Contest Sponsored by: Hilo Poet
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At dawn of a place cocooned once in avarice
silver-haired savvy savor sweetness
serene symphony of silliness...
 
Each echo is adorned
in mirrors of moments whilom 
Still, the illness remains a threat 
Silhouettes shaped by streetlight gloom. 

Luigi Mangione delivers an arcane calix
crestfallen at awe-in junction of cathartic pain,
mark of jeopardy, spirits who stumbled
amid intricate twists of a complex web
where wellness waltzs whimsically as demon
sibylline, errorless, and suave
flimsy fusion of flux and mellifluous maunder. 

Let us linger in lurched odds of yeender,
covenant, of concept, and courtesy
firm freedom fetching fairness for all.  
seeking serenity in the scripts of statutes.

Yet we wonder, wrapped in a 
whirlwind of wearying red tape
frailty of fitness, a puzzling paradox
where reviews reverberate as an epiphany
as doctors and designs decide the merit
yesterday's valiant victors, 
confront morrow's troubling disregard.

Oh, the convoluted challenges of continuing!
a clock clicks constantly in the foreground
each tick teases the transience of time
whilst systems swirl swiftly shift and shape
to the tempo of transition, a thrum of turmoil
In a society that shuns, or selects to shun,
figures featuring fervent faces, fates at stake.

We stand strong, side by side, in such a struggle
amid a wave of apathy and regulations
the price of wellness is presented plainly
a burden of broad-based break bears our back
yet, we discover dynamism in togetherness
a steadfast strength of souls have survived storms
in chuckles of cherished seniors, once more liberated.

As we ascend from the abyssal katabatic,
let us linger on the lessons learned
a frailty of life, a grace of guardianship
and let Luigi’s manifesto heard an odyssey
a clarion call for a fairer future
where the weak are warmly welcomed
and the whispers of a wretched world 
weave a wondrous wave of wellness.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member A Pulse is Bound to Wane: an after poem


after "Nothing Gold Can Stay" by Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down today.
Nothing gold can stay. 

after poem: A Pulse Is Bound To Wane

A pulse is bound to wane,
red rhythm vibes in vein.
A stream-bed’s liquid power
still stirs when mood turns dour.
But beats do follow beats,
like cleats on city streets,
‘til red sun siphons west
throb beneath my breast.

The One Where I Met You

Wet streets, like wet streets after rain
hitting pavement like the slacking 
of vexed heels before the squabble 
of sun battling cloud, sun to win. 

Rapid transit, like transience,
like de-coherence with the fade 
of transition. Which one? Which one? 
This is much like how the dance goes,

your eyes to my skin, to my lips.
In multitudes of shades just like 
the weather, touching beyond it-
physicality. Remember. 

It’s glitter, glitter hard to sweep
away. Everything echoes, 
how long? And will it forever? 
And does forever stand quiet 

as shadow juxtaposed beside 
forgotten dreams that fade away 
to nothing? Like yin to the yang 
of expedited packages 

full of things we don’t remember 
ordering. Discarded knick knacks, 
antithesis of you. Because 
I can imagine with faultless

precision the feel of your breath 
on my cheek, the taste of your kiss. 
a thing going something like salt 
of the sea entwined with sweetness 

and heat. I was here. You were there 
beside me squeezing my small hand
on the beach, while I thought of ways 
I’d start a poem about you. 

With a hidden innuendo 
like wet streets folded up into 
a reference to the city 
I love. The one where I met you.

One couple of days

It lasted just a couple of days
those hours wrapped in golden haze 
over the horizon midday cease
and joy hummmed low beneath the trees

The sky was wide, the world so small
we built our dreams with legos and paper walls
we chased the sun through fields of green
too young to know what "gone" could mean

We laughed at clouds, we raced the rain
with muddy feet, we felt no shame
the air would echo our childish tune
and time stood still beneath the noon

Then summer packed it's toys away
and silence learned how not to play
playgrounds now empty, air drifted restlessly
and the swings hung and swayed mindlessly

The skies grew old, and the fields forgot
but time remmembers what i am not
One couple of days, and yet i find
has built a lasting lifetime in my mind
Form: Rhyme

Understar Understand


Avant Garde declarations of flawed misunderstanding
Ethereal hand's star cast thought's scattered materialised being
From under stones crept
To kindle fires of imagination's spawning grounds
Turned over in tumultuous caverns of repressed understanding
Unbound suddenly as spring leaves answer a sun's call from a hundred light years distant
Feeling crosses dread chasms with invisible bridges having no descriptive language to flaw their being
Under stars knowing by being under stars
Become my brothers outside of time's fantasy born gasp
My eyes know you over centuries in microseconds
Depth forgotten I reach out to hold you in my palms
And for a fleeting heartbeat's moment I hold a universe in my arms
Nails scratching a ceiling of light
The earth beneath me rises to a firmament's elemental haven
Drawn to sky alive
Laying inside the space between
Brink of countless worlds
Mirrored on grass by ancient paths
By fire cast by fire's hand
Kalimba tones underline music's word of finger etched peace
White flower in fields of midnight silver
Glowing through memory screaming parallel truths
Searching through countless lifetimes for bridges
A path to close the gap
I found it in the mirror's face
Dark lakes of highland dreams touching skin to a traveling gleam
Still pools on ancient roads holding timeless light 
Reached out again for star's caress
Soul communication's shout 
You are the bridges
Minds of walking life
Our transience quantified
By wandering stars

©David Nickle Read
2014


Premium Member If Not For Dying

When I’m enticed by the allure of forever,
Ambivalent, I query, prospect of eternity:
If there’s no dying, what fate’s my destiny?
Would such existence be sans meaning?

Would I be the compassion of pious soul
If I am blessed with permanence of life,
Or a deathly tomb of a heartless stone
Dispassionately ignoring wounds of strife.

Having been spared of inevitable death
Will I become an arrogant tyrant’s shrill,
Or will I rule alike a kingdom of goodwill
Embracing venerated grace of cordiality.

Would I be a garden of spring blossoms
Or scorched landscape of barren desert,
Would I be a resplendent autumnal show
Or decaying rot of woes in wintry throes.

Would I be a night of nightingale’s song
Invoking themes of endearing dreams,
Or would I be echo of horrid nightmares
Howling in dawn of things gone wrong.

Immortality, I fear, will lure me ignobly, 
If not a mortal, unknowable I would be;
But for transience, would humble life be?
If not for dying, would precious living be?

April 23, 2022
Placed 1st: If I were Immortal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Form: Verse

Premium Member Now That We Are Here

Now that we’re here, let’s celebrate 
Flowing as does the morning breeze
Tread gently on earth, breathe with ease

First things first, shed off ego’s weight
Know lower mind binds and confines
We’re living light, who for love pines

Forbid fears and desires to bait
World of transience is unreal
Save love and light, what holds appeal 

Bliss beats rise, nodes within pulsate
All’s enabled when we are still
Be assured voids within will fill

Seeking God alone, in peace wait
He hides in the cave of our heart
Feel therein, bliss ignition start

Now that we’re here, let’s celebrate 
First things first, shed off ego’s weight
Forbid fears and desires to bait
Bliss beats rise, nodes within pulsate 
Seeking God alone, in peace wait

16-March-2023
Constanza (invented by Connie Marcum Wong)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Yunnan Stopover

(Dedication: For Zhou Junchen, Joseph
-- Our Chinese tour guide in Yunnan, who 
took us on an amazing journey, with 
kindness and great patience.)
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Yield to memories in pictures we take;
Urge strange new cultures to shape experience;
Note quaint history as old puzzles make;
Notice thought nurture both real and transience.
Align fine vistas with place, sights and sounds;
Nimble a short while and relish the feel.
See tour agenda in places new found;
Touch-taste, sense and style deep longing that heals;
Opt to embrace each panoramic view;
Prime your own pleasure with insights that surge;
Open heart can reach soul pleasure that cues;
Voice sparks fond treasure as beauty primes urge.
Enjoy your fine stay in moments that come;
Reap beyond mere play fond feelings that sum.


Leon Enriquez
27 May 2014
Kunming, China transit;
Singapore homecoming

(Note: This is an Acrostic Sonnet.)
Form: Sonnet

What's the Use

Much do I fear this death I see:
The doom of our race hangs over me,
and you can’t disguise through subtlety,
the curse that renders all unfree. 

What love is pure? What heart is true?
You cannot find one, I promise you,
that all are immersed in wisdom, new,
that judges all by what they do.

So are you practical? What’s your use?
Show me your skills, lend your excuse,
convince me with your clever ruse,
that you are worth it, golden goose. 

For if you cannot make my life,
better; If you cannot end my strife,
or be a fair and doting wife,
then they would say “Fall on your knife!”

Worthless, garbage, no good at all,
and they won’t mourn one bit your fall.
No one will help you when you stall.
And no one will answer when you call.

Dignity, ha! It all derives,
from the products of our lives. 
Don’t consider that which drives,
as worth more than distracted sighs. 

You’re just a cog in a machine,
no matter the polish with which you clean.
I mock it all—so base, so mean,
there is no place for man to lean,

except on transience bound within,
the form of services and sin,
painting an illusion where we win,
cause we can’t stomach where we’ve been.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Our Glowing Heart

Our glowing heart, ever bubbling with joy
Outpouring love, pristine and unalloyed
Embracing one and all, with none apart
Falling from grace, is when love and we part
Separated from source, ego spawned ploy

Thoughts misaligned with love, are all decoys
Through discernment, we must seek and destroy
Once empty within, bliss ignition starts
Our glowing heart

Oh hermit! Let us be free, with love buoyed
Embrace and release, each life pulse enjoy
Outer world of transience, will soon depart
Melding head with throb of love, a learnt art
Suffused with rapture, each moment ahoy!
Our glowing heart

25-February-2021
Form: Rondeau

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