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I've spent the evening hunting, as I'm wont to do
and choosing for tonight an older lass,
I hold the shop door open while she passes through
and as it closes, watch her in the glass
Her face is plain, no trace of paint unlines her skin,
her matted hair is gathered in a bun
Beneath the shabby dress, her frame is overthin,
still, I've decided she's to be the one
I drop my gaze just as she steps into the street
Of which route she will take, I've made a note
My heart begins to pound and I increase it's beat
by fingering the blade beneath my coat
When moments later, I begin to follow her,
the horror I keep hidden shakes its cage
The monster I restrain by day begins to stir
and begs me to unchain it from its rage
She leads me on for leagues but I am not deterred
In fact, I'm quite encouraged by the treck
All bets, I'm not the first this dicey whore has lured,
which gets her one slice more across her neck
She hurries up the walkway of a sodden shack
and after she has shut the sagging door,
I peer in through a dirty window at the back
and see her place her parcels on the floor
No sooner has she done so, when a tiny child,
- her son - appears and dashes to her arms
and it is then, the thrashing beast I've let run wild
is battered back by blaring new alarms
I stand, deflated by this unprovoked retreat
and panicked, try to stoke the rage again
but find my homicidal urges can't compete
with what has just awoken in me, then
A crisis of one's conscience, for one moment, will
illuminate the choice twixt wrong or right
and as it was my BEAST, not HER, I chose to kill,
your cobbled streets are safe.
At least tonight....
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Written: June 4, 2021
Contest: Imagism Poetry
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Eye contact at a bar,
Laughter mixes pheromones,
Irises dilate as dark euphoria sets
Two unavoidable actions in motion.
His double action Adams apple pumping
As her lips glisten after a tongue bath.
Lightning cracks inside, deafening logical rhythm,
Channeling energy into porcelain-like
Vessels of desire.
Muscle tightens under skin, defining
Halted passion, sensual urges, and plasma thirst.
Blood pumps into veins, temperature is in flux,
Perceptions re-imagined, recollecting interests.
She sees his primal fierce eyes, sculpted body
Under a new light. A canvas to etch her
Screams in with red polish. Painful,
Pleasurable thoughts invade, creating
Memory before action.
He smells her fragrance, he feels her breaking
Resolve submitting to him. The chemistry of his
Anatomy pulling, swimming, clawing at each
Fiber of her being. Her skin’s cold and moist,
His, warm banana nut bread.
First embraces, friction, resistance, motions
In oceans of soaked sheets. Powerful
Contractions, condensation on windows,
Perspiration dripping beads over
Limbs. Forcing self upon self is
Maddening, to conceive, to imagine
Hard sounding drums pounding
Soft harmonic beats into one
Human melody.
Exhaustion, the wasteland of battle,
Blood and lipstick swirling eyeliner into
War paint. Carcasses lay strewn, scars
Ridden across back and thigh.
Tears fall down cheeks out of pure
Joy and affirmation of lust.
May I buy you another?
The best choice of words
Made a dream come true
For whom?
My suitor calls but I let the phone ring
For after all I am writing
It’s not his fault I have a hobby it seems
I do wonder if he will understand
To me poetry is like pottery in hand
And my inner demons demand I dance
We all have some Yin and Yang
No one of us is the very same
With surges of urges to teal tame
I am a romantic yet I ponder
Am I fit to be his girl wonder
For my muse is one of thunder
I don’t know but yet I grow
To find enlightenment I hope
Perhaps this gap will close
Writing is for me a turquoise thing
I can engage stage a dream
For my hand he must be understanding.
Fueling fledgling fantasies,
love spins threads of trust into rope.
For it is completely unique,
imbuing lonely souls with hope.
Love's a mystical elixir,
healing hurting hearts fraught with pain.
And fanning smoldering embers,
raises sex to another plane.
When you feel love enter your heart,
a smile quickly lights up your face.
And as your anxieties fade,
doubt disappears without a trace.
Love's the ultimate emotion,
affecting both body and soul.
And, weighing the cost of failure,
you’re willing to pay any toll.
Defining our humanity,
love can soften the hardest heart.
And taming our primal urges,
sets Man and animal apart.
Love’s touch is indescribable,
transcending every known pleasure.
An extraordinary feeling,
it's impossible to measure!
Tomorrow’s going to find me in another place
I never had the urge to settle down
There’s so much of this world that I’ve never seen
Another mountain, another valley, another town
I get those urges every time I hear a train whistle blow
Or the sound of a ship pulling out to sea
Staying put is killing me and I’ve just got to go
That open road is calling out to me
My memories take me to my youth
Just living for each day
Reveling in the joy that freedom brings
Flew from Spain to Corsica
Saw Ajaccio but I couldn’t stay
Listen to a mermaid as she sings
Barcelona then the other side of Spain
Pull cinderella liberty for New Year’s eve
Take the liberty boat back at Two AM
With a bottle of cognac up my sleeve
Walked around an old castle in Patras Greece
On a warm and sunny day
Stopped in town and had a few
Then it was time to be on my way
Remembering all the places that I’ve been
Look at the lines carved in my face
Wishing I could sail again
Memories time cannot erase
Dreams take me back to the open sea
Stop for a while in Kingston town
See the Southern Cross at night
Pour another tequila down
Fleeting Pleasures in Crystal Madness
I am a madman without a pair floating through galaxies of solitude,
but I want you to be my pair in this cosmic and deeply magical dance,
so I compel you to caress from the simple fact that I like you irremediably,
from the simple fact that your existence lights in me constellations of jade.
I wander through your languid dream like a butterfly of melted wax,
and I write on your skin whispers with desires in the secret alphabet of fear,
I hide you in thought under shadows and mysteries like a treasure of liquid mercury,
and I feel how you drive me mad like the magic wine that intoxicates the soul.
And when the evening wind urges you to come to me without thoughts,
know that in my arms I feel a magical fear of touching your gentle face,
I carry you in my soul like a living light that burns endlessly in my chest,
and if you want balm let love be for us I don't want to feel hurt.
I'm not afraid because longing urges me to tell you stories without end,
you are my dream that secretly condemns me to love you madly like a volcano,
I feel your perfume caught in memories like warm rain in a sad April,
and my lips tremble in feelings when I speak your name like a prayer.
Remain mine remain without regrets like a drop of sky in the lonely heart,
and if life will be a whisper for us let's live it on the same parallel,
in crystal madness and melancholy let's dance like two butterflies of fire,
in the fleeting pleasures that burn us like falling stars through magical nights.
Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
"When life gives lemons, make lemonade"
urges me to persevere.
When troubles appear
I will just
steer
through. I must
not cater to fear.
I'll fight for all I hold dear.
Maxims have helped in choices I've made.
Expressions live on, though my posters may fade.
November 20, 2016, placed 8th in Brian Strand's Contest 239
Date: October 12, 2017
Contest Title: Never Going to Drag Me Down Placed 3rd
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
July 11, 2020
entered in the Andaree--11 line Poetry Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May
July 15, 2022
entered in the 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 8 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Despite the distance,
like moon and ocean,
I feel her close, but
touchless and tasteless.
Craving her comfort.
like a thief without
his precious treasure,
I yearn for one glimpse.
Tongue is silent, but
as spirits ignite,
'urges' call her name.
Her voice cools embers,
as souls dream to meet.
Soft tones of her heart
flutter so tranquil.
Calmness of her waves,
vibrate my heart's beam,
as my moonlight rays
fondle wet ripples,
absorbing deeper
like blended shadows,
merging ebony
and ivory strokes,
gently flowing like
lyrical lovers.
Adrift in her bliss,
hoping to merge like
tides kiss distant shores.
Her ink is my quill -
sprinkling our garden.
The Silent One
8 April 2021
Example for Anacreontic verse contest
Anacreontic verse is an Ancient Greek lyrical form, consisting of 20- to 30-
line poems with three to five syllables per line.
Developed by 6th century B.C. poet Anacreon. A form that emerged during the height of the dramatic, musical, artistic, and poetic culture.
The poems revolved around themes of love, infatuation, revelry, festivals, and observations of everyday life.
January 16 Scripture Meditations Based on Exodus 5-8
Key Verse – Exodus 5:2 And Pharaoh said, Who is the LORD, that I should obey his voice to let Israel go?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME OBEY YOUR VOICE
Thank You for making me obey Your voice of sovereignty
That leads me toward eternal journey’s triumphant finality
Along Your provided rest from burden’s enormity
In working with my tasks for You, driven by sincerity.
Thank You for making me obey Your voice of compassionate command
That moves me toward diligent sacrifice by Your strong hand
Along Your prodding drive to reach the promised land
In conquering my anguish caused by pride’s cruel demand.
Thank You for making me obey Your voice of redemption
That brings me toward soulwinning-function
Along Your appointed call to fulfill Your great commission
In doing my part for Your mission’s realization.
Thank You for making me obey Your voice of lordship
That sends me toward delights of earnest worship
Along Your offered friendship and sweet fellowship
In devoting my all to You while exercising faithful stewardship.
Thank You for making me obey Your voice of guidance
That directs me toward service-blessings’ abundance
Along Your shown miracles revealing mystery-riddance
In practicing my trust in You above doubt-avoidance.
Thank You for making me obey Your voice of revival
That urges me toward meeting You in Your presence-arrival
Along Your gracious mercy with Your loving kindness’ interval
In submitting my heart to Your molding’s upheaval.
January 16, 2022
Name, a label, for mind-body identity,
which across past lives, we have had many,
as also gender rotation, for an experience spherical,
so this time around, now assimilating our earth life sojourn,
given pseudonym humbly confesses, there is much more to learn
Of traits and quirks and leanings determining innate reflex response,
how may we affirm validity of erst urges we now look at askance,
save that for most part we reside in thought rested vibrancy,
benediction divine, stretching bliss enriched continuum,
each enlivened node within form, our sensorium
Our family tree has myriad branches and leaves,
yet relationships do shift with time, so what may we believe,
prismatic reflections by us seen, honoured, embraced and released
as present becomes foggy past, stored in unreliable memory
whilst tender touch vibrational holds true in continuity
As attention oscillates between form and formlessness,
integral truth of void and manifestation is interconnectedness,
with God alone as our saviour, our heart immersed in fervent prayer
we recognise that presence of soul in body signals attachment,
so we accept what is as is, content in the bliss current
Reduced is fear and diminished is desire, yet ego pursues,
fearful doubts of failing to illumine consciousness still renew,
with Maslow’s triangle of human aspirations an accepted reality,
we wonder why it takes so long for us to choose to surrender,
dismayed at seeing pain, suffering and hearts asunder
We desire that man and nature co-exist in harmony
treading gently on earth, lovingly, tenderly and mindfully,
all hearts in resonation with love, entwined with universal mind,
free of superstitions and narrowness, seeking Gods light,
each being radiating their unique auric hues bright
What may we say of where we live, for who are we
as we embark moment to moment on a blissful spree,
be it for the moment encased in this human material form
or as our true self pristine pure, a being of living light,
doing Gods will, by His grace, each day and night
Our name? Spirit unstained. We are That!
04-July-2021
THIS IS WHO I AM Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins