Long Vaporous Poems
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He/him (ratty, scrawny,
and tetchy ugly villain)
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous schemes
capitalized, glorified, popularized
courtesy vanity of *****sapiens
lest imp of the pervert
already sacrificed as renegade
hashtagged heretic condemned
without merciful intervention
after being duped into capture
subsequently broadcast viz TikTok,
when turncoat quasi nincompoop
kook Harmet Harms
kickstarted, ejaculated, and blurted
out hideaway of sought after perpetrator
to burn (no small potatoes) at stake,
but fortunately falsely accused
unbound against immolation
and reprieve jumpstarted, issued, and hissed
eleventh hour granted clemency
commuted death penalty
criminal sentenced solitary isolation
rat infested dungeon
housing convicted prisoner
ultimate crime and punishment
(decreed as non establishmentarian)
doled out after protracted proceedings
courtesy amazing graceful puffed dragon
unwittingly delivered merciful respite.
After being shackled hand and foot
then dragged into vermin infested cell
cowled ascetic (an exceptional escape artist)
busied himself disentangling restraints
and suppressed giddiness
when successfully free.
Off behind fake facade
walled in imponderable bedrock
dark passageways tunneled off
into unsuspecting chamber of secrets,
whereby amateur (he) brewed
exotic gaseous/ liquified potions
tumbled, gurgled, bubbled...
lethal skull and crossbones
labeled mixtures especially intriguing
adept alchemist expert
possessed sixth sense
intuitively discerning deadly
scorpion stinging poisons
abracadabra wizardry
magic spell cast
rendered, kindled, eased
tormentors severity relaxed
spellbound granted salvation.
Hence busily engrossed at makeshift laboratory,
our mutual (of Omaha) friend
did potchke with vials; every now and again
referencing ancient looking tome
vaporous emissions served as smoke screen.
Hands of father time
painstakingly elapsed amidst
flickr ring torchlight
grotesquely accentuating
exaggerating ferociously
pantomiming silhouettes courtesy
hungry skittering varmints
hurriedly scurrying to and fro.
Incendiary heat lights up my veins
At humid nights of June, which forbid rest
To your bare lips drenched in the midnight rains,
From vaporous cloud of your raging breast.
How long can you withdraw from mutual spree,
As restive stallion mates with his mare?
Your modest ways somehow discouraged me,
The summer’s air invokes your dormant flare.
Your sacred spot hurt you for long, I know,
The yearnings for a gentle, caring stroke,
When heaven’s candle checked its passion’s flow,
Lest endless rapture in the middle broke.
A sunny day reminds us of delight,
Procured at a wet and exclusive night.
Date: 9th June,2020
Summers heat sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
Caressing every minute curvature and every hair
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
Sublime your perfume ravishes the midnight air
Audaciously meandering enticing scantily afoul
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Like wistful undulous fingers on the prowl
With delirious abandon mesmerize and swerve
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Dancing its seductive way around every curve
Bemused intrigued and fascinated by the petals of a rose
Envious beauteous promiscuous yet virtuously amorous
A divine reverence to the essence of soft shadows
Deviously fabulous while tortuous and vaporous
Conjuring enchantment with its breath bewitching
Your spellbinding perfume renders my heart impetuous
With delirious abandon most sultry and beguiling
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2019 for contest APPLICABLE NOT APPLICABLE sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX - RANKED 4TH
It seemed the day would never end.
'Murphy's Law' had been my friend.
Phones that rang, needy voices, terrible choices,
Undone chores, a toothache sore, even more.
Problems still unsolved,
Issues not resolved.
A troubled day, a weary brain.
I couldn't wait to hide, ....escape
That night I tumbled in between the sheets.
At last, ... I fell to slumber's keep.
From blurry depth's of morning's stupor,
Where consciousness droops in a vague defeat,
I arose once more to light and meaning,
The familiar voice of twilight street:
A dog's gruff bark; the sound of tears,
A rasp of a broom that sweeps the years
Tramping feet, and shifting gears;
And rippled laughs of childish jeers...
Deep was the vaporous peace of my dreams,
Where angst nor fear won't be discerned.
My life called back from twilight sleep,
I return once more to face the street
Back to the street of reality....
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Unconscious desires and wishes
dwell in my mind
where sleep is the open door
to another world, another realm
of uncontrolled content
it's where we met
in my ethereal state of nightly travels
where I find I am lost
in my dreams tangled web of vaporous illusions
until your face drifts through the darkness
touching the tender tendrils of my heart
that beats loudly, rhythmically, in the background
of my dreamer's dim-lit realm
as shadows without form flicker through my mind
leaving visual images of emotion
when I reach out to touch your face
as if to invite a smile
before I awaken with a memory
of a vivid experience...that seemed so real
8/5/22 contest - As I Dream
sponsor Mystic Rose Rose
On mountain top high
Where delusions of grandeur fly
Superfluous pen grounded but spry
With ink stenciling the availing sky
Wispy clouds through portals do espy
The regal, azure fountain in scarab's eye
Golden beams vaporous plains do ply
With sultry steam airy canvas does dry
Jet stream's wistful currents solemnly sigh
As lingering, eerie presence of a train passed by
Descending to the valley low
Infused landscape portraits glow
Vicarious pen raised up on the gallows
To stitch tangible but fleeting shadow
Spindled meadows, with amber girth to hallow
Stinging nettles, thistles inlaid soft soles to harrow
Gilded Buttercups frill with radiant, golden bow
Alongside, faded Dandelion wheels dander strew
Beautiful, Monarch, sequin fans heated air bellows
Nearby, Great Black wasp pierces cricket with arrow
Sweet butterscotch dew dimples on the lips of daffodils
In flourishing fields fondled by four leaf clover
Each scant spikelet of small white blooms playfully pleasure
Rejoicing with fragrance within this meadow of elation
Full throated birdsongs from summer clad throngs
On painted wings twittering mimics to the joyful muse
Singing...I belong, I belong, I belong
Basking in the beams that blanket with golden warmth
Flittering, fluttering, tittering, shimmering butterfly wings
Catch the amicable air stream gliding to each flush of flowers
While the bustling boom of buzzing bees flaunt and flirt
With tiny tendrils and pistils laden with summer succulence
Marigold marshes pop aloud with a scented stinky snout
While the honeysuckle mingles and clings to save the day
Dragonfly wings scour the sky above the tadpole's glug and splosh
As caterpillars lazily race for the next bite on half-eaten leaves
The standing creek lies bogged with meditative stillness
As it ever recedes ritually to the shallows in the vaporous heat
Filching foamy froth for snapping turtles, water striders and snails
As it belches its murky gases from soggy bottom sludge
This serendipitous splendor of sensuous sparkling soulfulness
This symbiotic symphony of nature's stirring recital repeats
In the eyes that behold, the nose that savors, the ears that revel
The touch that embraces and the heart that remembers...
This Heaven on Earth - This Heartsong!
July 6, 2020
butter flies and marshes mellow Poetry Contest
sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Repent
By: Tom Wright
1/20/98
God, was no fad nor is He dead,
should this be what you think.
He daily bruises the serpent's head,
while as men we near the brink.
There is no time, God's, out of reach,
He's always but a prayer away.
God's, felt in hearing a brother preach,
and seen at the break of each day.
God's, anywhere you'd care to look,
whether nearby, or far away.
God's, in the pages of His book,
no excuse we have to stray.
Your vaporous life soon will end,
with much sadness on that day.
Eternity with, God, His sheep will spend,
there'll be no time left to pray.
You've waited one day too late,
with sad voice the Master will say.
To be pardoned through Heaven's gate,
on earth you chose not my way.
Into outer darkness you'll be sent,
without, God, an eternity to live.
Where your soul will not be spent,
because to, God, your life wouldn't give.
It seemed the day would never end.
Murphy's Law had been my friend.
Phones that rang, needy voices, terrible choices,
Undone chores, a heartache sore, even more.
Problems still unsolved,
Issues not resolved.
A troubled day, a weary brain.
I couldn't wait to hide, ....escape
That night I tumbled in between the sheets.
At last, ... I fell to slumber's keep.
From blurry depth's of morning's stupor,
Where consciousness droops in a vague defeat,
I arose once more to light and meaning,
The familiar voice of twilight street:
A dog's gruff bark; the sound of tears,
A rasp of a broom that sweeps the years
Tramping feet, and shifting gears;
And rippled laughs of childish jeers...
Deep was the vaporous peace of my dreams,
Where angst nor fear won't be discerned.
My life called back from twilight sleep,
I return once more to face the street
Back on the road to reality....
...............
For the Sleepwalk Contest: Sponsored by Craig Cornish
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Words numb the mind whilst on paper,
idleness advocates,
a lost quill to favor a floor;
tossing profits to err,
that challenges remnants respite,
from energies spirits,
their internal venous chambers,
timely formulation.
Bach, nay Beethoven symphony,
caress the ears to muse,
a muted voice moistens lips, drains,
the endless sands of time,
as its host, vaporous spirits,
engages a review,
of Cherubs galloped chariots,
steads Athena’s harp plays,
illumes familial revue.
Sadden and laughter, exposes,
the stillness mummified,
as the blanketed sinks down low,
perchance a remedy,
will enlighten the slumbered gist,
as seasons in transit,
regulates targeted gamut,
palls nightmares, enhanced dreams.
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