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A beautiful landscape all clustered with trees
Among the bright flowers the buzzing of bees
A babbling brook and warm summer breeze
The frolic of beavers on the cool beach sand
The air that they breathe unscented by man
No human hands have touched this land
Look in the distance, what’s that bright gleam
Sun glinting off new shovels and axes of a ditch digging team
Man is coming to clear; then erect steel beam
Work is done at a feverish pace
The buyers are anxious to move into the place
The work now done has left on the site
A skyscraper shinning like a star in the night
But, the truth of this building is devastation widespread
Can’t find the brook; as it is now a dry bed
Old growth trees are cut down and dead
Birds have nowhere to give birth
Flowers are crushed under earth
Bees are unable to find pollen of worth
The beach is now a slab of concrete
Never again to bear the beavers feet
( Repost )
Somehow, her eyes expand with the disobedient sky
and there, she senses urchins filling water on the lake
her feet and thighs slide up changing hues,
with receding incarnations of the moon.
She bends down gazing at images on the lake
as limbs turn into seaweeds, a mermaid in pain
changing hues in the crystal white of sky…
and the moon with slices of split mirrors burn
on wiggles of unscented tresses in water.
She dips her hands to catch the sleek tail in a plunge
knowing not a word to describe the reflection on the lake,
and witness the need to flow randomly in its
entrance through the expanse of one silver sky…
trying to recover glimpses reflected in the water.
Without point of reference to unknown images,
she vaguely remembers how transparently liquid
the changing hues of the moon become watery
like a hint of coagulated blood on a mermaid’s lake...
and the laughter of the sky drips into imaginings.
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* Written for a fantasy contest that was discontinued;
its theme required entrants to describe one's mirrored
image of the self. Few comments ranged from " Nice, but I
didn't get it" to " You seemed to have overused the word
"water?" In hindsight, I asked myself," what
were you thinking? This is sloppy!"
Jerry T Curtis' This Poem S***s Contest
Say what you want to say,
I love this land
From sea to shining sea
Welcoming sinners and saints.
It wasn't the indigenous Indians turning their backs
It wasn't the land that hung and dismembered us
It wasn't these shores that drowned our dreams;
The winds of change never held its breath, while
Alchemist "white supremist" dreamt up injustices to men.
Say what you want to say,
I love this land my ancestors cultivated
Here we stand transparent
Transforming market of our mind, while
Shame stood shameless
Hugged podium carved by the poor.
The silent sound of ancient tears, like
Rivers running from debris of the enemy;
Poseidon would be pissed; drunk with disgust
The "Transpopulantic" passage a graveyard,
The ghost of the innocent took no hostages -
Who would build bridges to reciprocity?
Say what you want to say,
I love this land
Vast as the Atlantic Ocean;
Who will hold garden gates ajar?
Remorse is like a rose, scented or unscented.
*
Scented Leaves
A garden lost, in the footsteps of time,
Beckons from a garden of scented leaves
Remembering perfection in the cool of the evening,
Memories awaking long dormant memories
Now redeemed by scars;
A path that ends in gates reopened
To walk beneath an arch of aromatic wonder
Re-birthing wisps of fragrant balm
Lost in time, long past the birth of light,
To walk in solitude past temptation of fallen brittle leaves
Unscented;
With each day now an echoing paean raised
In one voice without discord
Of roars or snarling fears grabbing space
Or saving daylight demanding domination;
Clarity in naked transparency –
No need to cover original beauty –
Night at one with the daystar
While sun and moon and stars hold hands
To step in neat circles within the celestial perfume of praise
Like a garland of scented leaves woven in this sacred space;
Where summer, fall, winter, spring
Revolve in mystery with not one
Day or drop of rain out of place –
No intrusion of wilting heat or blustering cold,
Work or wrenching pain,
Intrude upon the oneness by wilting petals
That flower above the arbor of scented foliage;
No separation from the original plan,
The hand that drew up from the chaos
This design in the rich bouquet of creation
Turns back to be entwined again
In the fragrance of a perfect smile floating like flora before eyes reopened -
A signature written in a perfumed garden -
One heartbeat beating in perfect synchronicity
With hearts reunited in the evening breeze
Not lost like a snowflake on a summer highway –
A teardrop in sea of sand –
Eternal covenant,
Love and passion waking in one body -
Intimacy among the scented leaves.
Date – November 14, 2019
Contest – Scented Leaves
Sponsor – Kim Rodrigues
Anemones are the symbols of anticipation and fragility.
Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. “Anemone,” he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. “Find me a silk to match that.”
—Emma Donoghue
INSIDE GARDEN OF ANEMONES
inside garden —
its wiggle of ultra fine threads,
pastel blue and pink wormy stems.
full-frontal petals, contiguous.
blossom’s cerulean, buttercup and bittersweet.
the velvet sky, black.
its vibrant neon flowers
bright, float in the canvas-night,
though a few, unopened, droop
like indian pipes.
spread of unscented paint —
dry, flat, spurning soil,
a floral garden
surrounded by
a golden frame.
its wall is white.
3/12/2021
Flower or Flowers in Imagism Form
Sponsor: Constance La France
anemone — pronounced “uh nem uh nee”
Concave Reasoning
he seemed a bit demented
then again, his head was dented
yet he tried his best – and meant it
once they got his head cemented
some said he was tormented
his thoughts too long fermented
inside a head once dented
yet only recently cemented
he seemed to be contented
in a world disoriented
and he never quite repented
for the thoughts he only rented
so that he could present it
mental cash – he quickly spent it
on reasoning augmented
with logic yet unscented
so his teachers all lamented
these theories he invented
after all – his head was dented
only recently cemented
©12/23/2017
submitted to – NEW YEAR STANDARD CONTEST ANY FORM OR NONE – poetry contest
Stormzy you aint the dogs Boris
you're just a rapper with a forest
and I promise honest son
the strongest grow an amazon
you're just a woodchuck not Norris
a man should woodchuck Boris
shouting chuck the government
undoubtedly just another chump
and it may seem very drastic
the geriatric made you plastic
because your stature factors
obtainable manufactured
that's factual
you ain't urban raw
more corporate tool.
why are you so frustrated
you made it now tagged to politics
marketing tricks get you rich
from hits you pitch to poor kids
urban representative unscented
do mentally subtracted
hoodie youths attract to this
political track diss
war the Tories with your poor peeps
they buy more your beats
talk about honesty
obvious marketing
tagged on to politics
masses see you exist
hear your hits and make you rich
you're like Tories
growing pockets fill
play poor need more
logics ill.
powerless to a long diss
like Austin Powers piss
grow your roughage
of awful I'm audacious
got pages to go all day Cuz
on your low brow go at BoJo
without mojo what a bozo
then label makers at the Guardian
the Labour paper for retarded men
report our nations a place
where racism takes place
I'll confront you straight to the face
you are racist mate works both ways
stupidity you're chatting
shouting victim
but the cause it happens
don't rally crews through false pretence
they harm and face sentence
justification accepts consequence
make sense bruv,
you gotta stage
you talk to these people
inciting them evil,
you're an idiot with it,
don't group and bigot
powers yours use it there will be unity,
I diss insult but end usefully
I write it down you do too
no race just paper me and you
*Cuz - cousin
BoJo - Boris Johnson
Crestfallen (Quatern)
And now - there is but emptiness
slow breathing of unscented air
that on my soul did so impress
the aura of her presence near.
The wine’s been poured, the bottle passed,
and now - there is but emptiness
cold loneliness of shadow cast
sweet fading touch of parting’s kiss.
Lingering hints of love’s duress
shared secrets that we could not bear
and now - there is but emptiness
and tears shed for an empty chair.
For love’s first flowers always bloom
as waves full powered at their crest
then wilt, and break, and leave the room
and now - there is but emptiness.
4/20/2014
Without the oxygen to feed my heart.
My lungs have no reason to do their part.
With time erasing nubile hope.
There seems no reason left to cope.
With every chance that I've been given.
I've lost desire to keep on livin'.
When unscented smoke paralyzes.
I just put on my fake disguises.
When and if has come and gone.
With every clouded new born dawn.
A soul that's left with lost regret.
For never gambling to lose the bet.
An ancient proverbial dismay.
That leaves me nothing left to say.
A stillness that has robbed my soul.
And in it's place, you see the toll.
Note: this was inspired by the posting of poems on I can't Breathe. PS. ??now I realize what I can’t breathe is about. ????
You flavour my mind with beauty unmeasured
You made me feel love like it was new
You offer you neck so I may kiss the soft unscented flesh
You permit me to delve onto you eyes and drown
Yet I find I live still
I smell your aroma sweeter than sugar
I’m bewitched, enchanted, spellbound
I cannot move away from you
I have to touch you, kiss you, taste you
You have no mercy
You torment me
Tare me apart
And put me together in a way
That I am no longer, as I used to be.
I am your trophy
As is perfection, beauty, are slaves to your form
How could you be so cruel?
Nevertheless, I am happy
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