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Eccentricize my eyes
His embroidered cowboy hat captivates,
Having a twinkle in the wrinkle,
Colourful beads in hair vacillate,
A smile pure contentment symbol,
Tattooed hand and the wrist band,
A row of coins unfolding history,
Although he's got no magic wand,
Face masks expressions of mystery,
An elegance of authority in his eyes,
Confidence of inheritance on a display,
Necklace says the tale of his rise,
Father's throne awaits his power play,
Look into his eyes and introspect the heart,
Unveiled mysteries will tear you apart !
Written Oct 2nd, 2014
For contest ' Eccentricize my eyes' by Mystic Rose
Whilst I await slumbering, I look forward to
the night’s nebulous dome,
there, the winkers’ wisp in background watercolor
Indigo, violets, bluesy cobalt passions
I try and describe as best I can
such wispy delicacy, it seems,
in such an incredibly vast variety
far above gravity’s expanse
Can I make sense of it all? Inky space clouds
blinky storms of lantern spiritual guides,
they navigate notions into stellar minds
where porcelain poetry resides,
across oceans, they give us hope in darkened times
The brightest star gleams its essence,
and comforts the dreamers
clusters follow it, warming their hearts,
taken by its swaying stardust of magical menageries`
Exuberant eyes that twinkle linear force pulling all in
with its meticulous melodies, inking such
along the skylines, sonnets of indulging desires
endearing, flowery forestry, filled with filigree
Of gold and silver linings, wishing upon itself
and all is lost, its measure prioritized,
selling sanctuaries with no patina
The light grows dim, the longer it starves
the dark side commences, the eye of the eye winces,
and winks with sly
Besides, it has shown its realities
and the rapt audience
once billowing over it,
have unveiled the vile shadow
which makes steel struck, stifled
Its healing horizons have none after all,
betraying those in need of its light,
fueling its starship of starlight ego
of its own, smothering, smoldering
shooting the stars to smithereens
Sometimes I follow the faded stars,
the sun sinks into earth
Her horizon sends darkness
yet says it’s light always~
Jim-I-Nator,
chase creator,
imitates a song,
recreates a major,
sail's you to saviors,
reinvents the round,
reelects the tasers,
summons it in a bong...
Bites it right out
just like the Chong.
Waits in a mile-
just for the hump,
butts heads with the viral-
just like the slums,
does a downward spiral like a swivel,
dials 911 to spy on individuals,
random as hail in July,
hits like nails-
out on the lake in the sky-
just where I had wanted to die.
Like a Laker in a coat,
like a disastrous danger running wild and remote-
just like Ebeneezer Scrooge with a check book and the holy ghost,
just like Jesus on an electric motorcycle,
flying with angels-
jimin' with a bagel,
rotating at an angle,
fly's in the sky like a needle near the eye!
Random as hail in July!
Eats prunes,
and then pray's not to die!
Greets his shrooms with venom,
beats his moods with a pendulum,
hears through stethoscopes when he's endin' the run,
goes to the gym to have a little fun!
Waits for the time to stand still,
eats all the cops in between him and his pillz!
Says **** jail!
My ******** is a nail!
**** being out on bail!
I'll still be here until the killer is unveiled!
I desperately yearn for the eyes of deception to become unveiled,
It’s as if I have the money to get you out of jail on bail,
But you turn away in disbelief,
Not realizing you’re headed for eternal grief,
I have the script, the perfect medication,
To heal you from your symptoms of spiritual sedation,
Yet you tell me I am not a physician,
And that you don’t need to come into submission,
Then I see you poor and starving on a roadside,
With eyes filled with tears and a heart occupied with pride,
This time I offer you a blank check,
With skepticism you turn your rigid neck,
Never even looking to see if what I said was real,
Just festering in all your pain, hurt and fear,
I watch in sheer horror as you continue to feed your aches,
suddenly, In the blink of an eye, you realize you have made a horrific mistake.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Written 1-3-12
What secrets dwell in Poesy's heart, veiled by verse?
Why on the edges of our perception
do they dance? What are life's essence and course,
when blight strikes our hearts with introspection?
What path does the Poet tread, bathed in starlight’s gleam?
What whispers of tomorrow beckon him near?
How do his verses capture life's subtlest themes,
when flickers of comprehension die, then disappear?
The cryptic truths woven within rhythmic lines,
preserve the mysteries time itself shrouds;
Cloaked within the tapestry of the grand design;
draped in the enigma of the passing clouds.
Do words echo the silent rhythm of the poet's soul,
sketched upon the canvas of an endless sky?
Does his dance of metaphors, and rhymes, extol
the mysteries only seen through a poet's eye?
In each silent word, and each echoing phrase,
do we find our mirrored self, quietly unveiled?
Uncoiling the layers through the rhymer's haze,
reveals in time what has remained concealed.
Across the wasteland of despair I walk in winter wilderness
Reach the sun splashed shore of the azure warm sea
Discover the waiting niche of yearning to enter
That’s where I see love unveiled in obscurity.
The silver track of the mesmeric moon on satin sky I follow
Until the dreamy dawn rises in sunburst hued horizon
Tinges opalescent dew drops on my lone meadow
That’s when I see love sparkles with divine purity.
After our walk together in garden path ends at twilight edge
Its surging spectrum makes a fervent rhythm in my heart
Touching the mind with melody of lingering emotion
That’s why I see love endures with sanguinity.
An ebullient stream you cascade to the end of beguiled time
Carry my dream through the valley of luxuriant longing
To the pristine bay of bliss under radiant fervent sky
That’s how I see love adores with crystal purity.
_____________
July 21, 2021
Contest : I See Love
Sponsor : Mystic Rose Rose
Who Me? Late? Only when I want to be :)
Double check on the hamburgers you see
It is all relational in a relatively kind way
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on a song and note Long but not gone.Know.
"I just wanna know... for sure
are we gonna love each other?"
"Ever dance with the deviL.Lived on the edge"
... and swam in the middle, eYes I did;LOL!
My Aunte is a Viki and she's unVeiled;
believe... there is a Sun on a horizon a color
gone but not for long. Song returns and
two carry us on. To a light.able to delight
it is bright.right in the sight of this. Write.
~ ~ ~
I turn things round in my mind there's a wind
that whines me down and calms my sound
water flows and the time is slow rings a peace
we remember now.
Form:
The Only Star For Me
It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to boast
Make it a Sumatra Arabica venti
Fresh whole coffee beans dark roast
Patrons on Laptops, their cup’s never empty
Macha Latte hot tea, sweet and uplifting
Named after Starbuck, the first mate in Moby Dick
Originally intended on naming the coffeehouse Pequod
after Ahab’s whaleship, the name would not stick
At the brand’s core is the Starbucks siren, odd
The bare-breasted, two-tailed mermaid but
was intended to be as seductive as their coffees
Based on an old sixteenth-century Norse woodcut
The Seattle’s Pike Place logo evolved in the seventies
They unveiled a cleaner image of the mermaid
She was updated, cropped, and repositioned,
so that only above the navel is displayed
I yearn to be ...irrevocably unveiled,
the dripping devotion
curling between the yin and yang
of your stoic sanctuary ~
the asylum of your ache,
the devoted rose damsel
burning to bathe
in drizzling thistles and petals
of your pulsing petrichor,
soaked in russet and rouge
of irresistible silence,
still tracing lifelines between
spaces of laser-blue sparks,
carrying the cadence
of creatures consumed in confusion,
unable to contain
the colors of love’s trust,
oblivious to the lips
pigmented with pixels
of passionate patience.
O soul-flame, seraphic sanctum
of strawberry moon-rain,
must I allow the stars to seize
our kismet in blushing blaze?
What if the darkness beholds
what we breathe beyond our
armored attachment,
that elevates the
mystery of muted magnetism?
Would you still engulf my spirit
with emerald embers of empathy,
or would I be left lingering
in the electric aftermath
of a kaleidoscopic kiss ~
reweaving and reminiscing
the restless runes
rehearsed through the nights
when sleep abandoned these words
like an illusive touch
that never felt my need to belong
in a place where
our heartbeats danced to the
same endless echo,
resembling the rhythm
of Psyche’s pining sigh
and Cupid’s nomadic arrow ~
caged in craving,
misplaced in desperate devotion…
I will relentlessly remain
as your unapologetic heat ~
the merciful mirror to your
mellifluous manifestation,
for you and I,
we are ardent lovers
embracing the unseen and unspoken,
cocooned catastrophically ~
amidst the distance
between my sky and your gaze,
while fading within your
eccentric catharsis… forevermore…
“For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass.” (James 1:23 of the King James Bible)
With your looking glass functionality
clear to you is my flawed human nature
lurking midst imperfect humane culture
unveiled in the eyes of the Almighty.
Beholding myself through your truth and light
my heart cannot hide agonizing pain
being cracked midst bitter misery-strain
ready to burst; yet silenced by mask plight.
Here am I accepting your peace so sweet
granted by loving Lord Who is life Source
for my torn soul’s redemption from guilt’s course
mending broken hopes toward blissful feat.
Just as I am, to the Saviour I come
grace-propped, grateful, dropping facade of pride
now freed from illusion with you as guide
God’s Word*, my divine mirror, I succumb.
*Hebrews 4:12 For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
June 19, 2021
2nd place, "Writing Prompt - Flawed" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 6/24/2021.