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Winds howling off trees overhead
in the grim grey sky, blackened stars.
leaves whisper in their rustling tread
excited in an air of summer showers.
embrace of monsoon, clouds rip apart
overturns a bucket of torrential rain
erasing footprints, sun makes a dart
drizzle heals ache, it's beauty again.
lonely lampposts weep in puddles
angry sky roars in thunderstorms.
verdant vales hydrate in cuddles
muddy soil clad in wet uniforms.
an arc of flash welding in distant
electric sparks emaneting a prison.
vision unveiled in lightning instant
poets hypnotized by rainy season.
19th May 2019
ONE WORD~
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my mind,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my veins,
A silica odor, dust walks through a fresh desert night
Cool air beneath and above the sea
A warm furnace smell, I don’t understand
Intricate to rise and receive without knowing
Up ahead in a virtue distance
A mysterious poisonous effluvium light-
My face feels like a leaf'
My sun holds up its own pendulum rods
Inflammation comes and settles in for the night,
There it stands in a pertinacious manner, with quality
I resurrect this air created from madness, all over again
Twilight, rain stranger than strange
Visions, pursue my path into an infested dark pasture
"From the red Heaven, I fell into the waters of a cobalt Hell"
Perhaps this venerable moment will pass slower than slow
PERHAPS NOT!
If I accept and then decline
Would this balance the precocious state I live in?
How about when wrong directions follow my promiscuous ways
Is my conglomeration of ideas, no longer safe?
When I no longer value the values of the young
Will I sleep at the mercy of his ancient heart
They're the voices give and take from our health
Today, those soft, perfect eyes are calling from far away,
Ashes high, vapors and infection welding me
The bright skies swallow every thin silver line,
Where the clouds sit somehow~ in bacteria
UNITY!
UNITY! Like a common curse
Always, wanting more than love can touch
We are living it up with no alibis!
A way to be and not to BE!
The champagne leaves their cup
Awaken in a life, disturbed ~ NOW INTERRUPT!
Only in this world, lava will reach her lips
Prisoners and doers;
All night…. Too late for a treatment
Lungs, decaying, evil rats
Direction, affection, ending all the inhalation
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Running through my lungs,
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis,
Flat-lined my life ____/\ /\___ ___/\______/\___ _______________
By: PD
Dancing in the Void
Dancing in the void
Sanctuary delighting in the sparks
Welding contemplation to an ever exploding new creation
Flash dancing in transient exploding flickers
Stampeding through transient ethers
An arabesque leaping from opaque to lucid
Elegant grace unclothed in transparent cabrioles
Of eloquent staggering bliss in currents
Flowing visceral electricity
A revelry revealed in electric leaping caprioles
Charged with revelation
In flaring truth often viewed with eyes half closed
Illuminated luminosity embraced
On a stage where stoic suspended anticipation
Finally emerges to be energized -
Artistic synchronicity -
Where leaping quandaries, charged dark enquiries
And ascending aspirations for moments of beauty
Pirouette in soaring surges
Dancing in the void of veracity uplifted.
8-10-21
Contest: The Void
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
We eat-
and we commit,
we saunter
and we feel it-
the wisdom,
the wire’s,
the welding of the mire to the person who is inspired-
an envelope licked by the man they call sire...
The literal
is pitiful,
so spin the skull
and make some mold,
take a poll,
read a skull,
enter when you’re full,
ask them to list the goals-
be motion while it’s on the phone,
black people when they’re away from home
festering lingerer’s un-laid by their bones
a drink-
cheap but hits the hole’s...
A young person preen,
a peacock mean,
a regular man green,
ridiculous and obscene!
Motion of the sea,
movement of falling beans-
music in the reef.
Whirling through torpedoes of sound,
spinning and tailing its way like Raphael to earth,
shoots some uninstantaneous ether:
the impermeable myelin of true experience.
The soul—the richest treasure chest ever found;
creating, disseminating, revealing, glimmering, alluring.
Rawest sense material pinging in gold-tipped purls of rose-furls:
stroking the ears as gently as a brook,
yet roaring with the might of an ocean-river undammed,
with strength enough to loose the captives.
Dance—that vital union of impulse and excursus,
Funnelling to earth to free the heart with unspeakable words.
Beauty will save the world, said a great Russian writer:
But how does that matter unless it first save our souls?
Wending, winking, welding walls of splendor; almighty proportions,
austere glory of Euclidean quintessence,
draining, distilling, disgorging life's elixir into a jet-black pearl
suspended in honey-dew drops:
Then the peak of the ascent and the plummet back to the globe of the touched;
yet refusing to leave us untouched.
Surely there is more to what there is than whatever we wish it to be,
Yet the continuum plunges on in measured oar-strokes,
to reach in all haste that prized and glistering and all-consuming whole;
Unfilched fire of sparks and symmetries to wound the soul with terror
Of the known but not realized:
After all that, we arrive at the beginning,
and let our sails be billowed with burnished breezes.
Each poem I birth
Is a child of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
Word of my soul
Conveyor of my emotions
Each one is unique
Different….
One is always happy
And sees the bright side of life
The eternal optimist
With not a care in the world
With a song on her lips
She traipses about and everywhere she goes
Flowers bloom
And the sun peeks out
To welcome her
The other is intimately acquainted
With her mother’s world
Of suffocating despair
She sees the tear behind the smile
The insecurity behind the laugh
Her loneliness
This child of my is consumed by worry
That Mama may go through with it this time
And no longer be there to love her
She quietly watches
Her daily fight for survival
For escape
From the demons that haunt her life
And so…she bears her sorrow
Trying to be strong for MAMA
Her tears she hides as she cries in the closet
Knowing its Mama’s tears in her eyes
And Mama’s pain in her heart
I love this child of mine, for she sees what no one else sees
One of my children was conceived in frenzied passion
And she is its embodiment
She devours life
Her passion relishes
Life
Love
Nature
Friends
She is intense to the point of insanity
Those who know her are electrified by her presence
For she is….
Always endearing
Always charming
Always in love
Always flirting...teasing...pleasing
Always passionate….to the point of losing herself
In the moment
My little one….ah, my little one is a romantic dreamer
Her eyes never focus on the here and now
She perches on the windowsill
Seeing her castle in the distance
Waiting for her knight in shining army
To sweep her away on his gallant steed
With flowing mane
And thundering hoofs
Matching the thundering beat of her heart
She waits to be whisked to
A forever land of dreams
Of flowers and sunshine
Of birds chirping by streams
And love better than in the world she’s seen
Oh, but my eldest
How my heart bleeds
For my child of wrath
Born of my affair with Zeus
Sending out thunderbolts
Livid by injustice
Seething with anger
At all that is inhumane
Welding his sword
Eager for revenge
For retribution
I fear for this my child
Who often is about to draw blood
In mortal combat with the enemy
Ever at the point of death...
(End of Part I)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Fleas, ticks, and parasites are the bane of pets and pet owners. They require medications. It is a well know veterinary fact that to administer medications to a dog is simple: “wrap it in bacon and toss it to the dog”. Cats, however, are much more medication savvy and resist the idea that descendants of Cleopatra’s litters need any. Thus, the dilemma, send the cat back to Pharaoh or battle the ferocious Fang and Claw Master. He assembles the towels, the eye droppers, the welding gloves, sends out a prayer request, and proceeds. To date he believes he has been successful as the cat is still stalking the neighborhood. He understands the cat as he will take no medication “willingly” and is a complete “joy” when visiting his doctor's offices. He also understands the dog as he too loves bacon.
John G. Lawless
©4/29/2023
The sparkling sapphire water designs
crystal dreams of the bottomless lake,
the veil of seraphic night slowly falls,
swaddling us ever so very close.
When the slices of scintillating moon
the rhythm of unbroken ripples shakes,
the blithe breeze glides with fervor
from the garden with the scent of rose.
I lie on the enamored cradle of bliss
in the embrace of your ivory arm,
your satin ebony hair cascades
to caress gently my fascinated face.
In your luscious lilac lips I feel
the touch of your emotion warm,
while in the endless flood of stardust
I swim on your everlasting grace.
The nectar of avid ardor I drink
from the fountain of your heart,
in your seething embrace of longing
my boundless craving turns into fire,
welding us in the ember of love
that won’t ever make us apart,
for together we’ll travel entranced
to the limitless realm of dreamlike desire.
The tapestry of togetherness we’ll weave
with the mesmerizing moonbeam strand.
When for us the new sun will rise again,
opens the petals of the crimson dawn
on the dew glittered meadow of yearning,
reflecting infinite ecstasy, there we’ll stand
till the end of the tantalizing time when
twilight gleam will illumine our eternal horizon.
June 5, 2021
Contest : Writing Prompt-Endless
Sponsor : Constance Le France
I walked along the corridors of time staring at reality in front of me and the vision of the night with loose bolts flickering in the sky shaped my unknown destiny.
I felt courage moving up my spine and mentoring to me in another language; I had barely learned to read Russian but I know how to sing in German.
I thought I had a date with a very strange fellow that is always standing in front of the train station gate, we have never met but my imaginations’ kept dragging me all over showing me things about him and if I adhere to it the moon existing in its pride would clash with the sun on the other side and the heavens would get up and run.
The moment passes swiftly and the decayed log with woodworm swirling about creeps through the cracks and builds a monument made of dirt, with giant beams hanging from above the corner wedge in with the welding machine.
It must have taken two hundred cranes to put it there and fasten the rocket to it, oh what compound burden to bear. Life is baked in dreams and you have to find out what it means.
When the time is right you have to get up and fight, no one will fight for you and you have to keep going until you get that long awaited break through.
It’s like the wind is confounded in the tree and the entire glaciers has melted at hundred and ten degrees, what is going on in the hidden planet beyond the sea you have to keep exploring, for something is out there waiting for thee.
The temperature s getting warm and there are multitude of winter storms from whence did these strange phenomena came?
This is what happen when you play nature's game; human intervention cannot override the spiritual one and if you dig a little deeper you will find where the line crosses over the fence and that is where everything will end.
When the time is right, no question will be asked, destiny will lead you out of the dark and a silent whisper will tell you what to do and then you will know that someone really cares for you.
When the time is right everything will fall in place, when the time is right you will win the final race, no questions will be asked,and the planet with all its zeal and daily chaos will depart and something bigger than life will be revealed and touch your heart.
Get ready and wait for it to start
soul tenderly I embrace her
our hearts beats within our collective paired
times two 24 ribs
salty sweet are those the tears our eyes jointly share
physically for better or worse
Spiritually under God blessed birth
greasy jointly strands of our trich
must be love or lust our two lips touch, we kiss
So soul tenderly we're embrace ourself-
in the spirit realm mere not mortals
we stand and stare our spirit melt
physically for better or worse
Spiritually under God blessed birth
welding together
covenant expelling joyous bursts
of intangible actions of love hosts
So soul tenderly we're embrace ourself-
our hearts beats within our collective paired souls heart
spirit eyes so stare as we share
soul tender soul mate you and I
covenant cry
physically for better or worse
Spiritually under God blessed birth
covenant cry
So soul tenderly we're embrace ourself-
12/11/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2023©