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Written: May 31st, 2025, For contest: By Joseph May
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"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon."
A sonata spun in silver, diaphanous and light.
Carried by a midnight zephyr, an ambrosian tune,
Wriggling across the hushed empyreal night.
The moon, a velvety candle leaning up close,
Its smile was crescent-shaped and wide.
As echoes of her whispered melodies arose,
Riding a cosmic tide to carry them and slide.
The galaxies whirred their soporific refrain,
While celestial orbs danced in airy delight.
Her voice—a gossamer yarn in a monolithic domain,
Weaving melodies into the katabatic night.
Comets gyrated in glowing grace,
Dawdling garlands of smoldering flight.
With each glimmer, a vanishing trace,
A symphony streaked through the cyan night.
Nebulae blossomed in iridescent opal and gold,
Winks of wispy silver in twinkling glow.
Milky opals flowed in a zaffre, wispy fold,
Akin to jewels in tinselled rhapsodic flow.
The solar zephyr in a capricious swirl,
Canorous choirs filigreed, jewelled, in twilight.
Stars wove lyrical whispers on a weathered whirl,
Of songs nestling on a dogwood, a serene site.
Dawn rippled with refrains of silver melodic show,
A nymphic choir in June twilight, lilac—katydid.
Ripple as an aeolian harp in topaz of heat glow,
endless oracles, sighs of aches, lullaby—did.
Standing in my kitchen, wearily washing breakfast's congealed dishes
Dreaming desperately of dredging up a dinner delightful and delicious
Late winter's wan rays of sunlight weaving their way through living room blinds
Weakly warming the chill hovel I'd rented since being orphaned in 1989...
Startlingly, a creak, then a tear-stained moan from somewhere behind me
A window opened, blinds parted, a breeze started: delusion--or eerie tragedy?
Whirling around, stifling a cry, I watched in wonder, wanting only to know
What this weeping and wailing thing was, whooshing its way to and fro
And wherefore invisible, as the wind whirred ever faster and faster
Would it cut me down, or would I manage to outlast her?
When of a sudden, I saw it, an apparition, sure and clear
What on earth was my father's ghost, his wavering image, doing here?
A spectral mouth, jabbering jaws, skeletal face bearing the telltale scars
Of my departed father's journey through a universe bereft of planets,
suns or stars
He spoke, this spook; he called my name: "Help me, please, my son.
Ask Him for His pardon; to undo the wrongs I've done."
I shrank from the image, my father's ghost, in pure terror
Surely it had returned to Earth by means of delusional error
I shrieked and hid my face, praying for the wretched thing to leave my place
Whereupon, abruptly, the image faded, whisked back in time
by the Devil's Grace...
The mind's imagination ranges
Far beyond mere celestial zones
Chilling mere human essences
to the marrow of their bones
September 20, 2018
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Scary or Spooky Poem Contest
The impatient motorist,
drunken and careless, drove
through the red light
and stroke a pedestrian
sending him five feet in the air;
then crashed into a concrete wall,
to commit suicide...
that's why he died!
The drug-addict shot up cocaine
with a dirty needle...in a filthy,
abandoned store on the avenue;
his acute pain was relieved instantly;
he rejoiced for a few moments,
them his red and semi-conscious eyes
slowly began to close and he turned blue...
that's why he died!
The police car chased four robbers
in a stolen car...shots were fired,
and gess who got shot?
The wounded policeman
called for help,but blood
gushed from his dizzy head;
the thieves fled on foot...
to a hut in the parking lot!
The sirens' lights whirred...
they were sourrounded,
but didn't surrender to pleads;
they kept on firing their cheap guns,
they came out challenging,
attempting another ascape,
but they were mortally hit...
that's why they died!
The tripping hooker
in a leather miniskirt,
hustled the motorist
stopped at a crossing light;
she made an offer,
the car door opened
and she hopped in without fret!
By the murky river,
where the streets are empty and dark,
her lifeless body was found;
wasn't safety haunting her foolish mind?...
That's why she died!
The homeless man
begged the passerbys
who usually complied;
nickels,quaters and dimes glittered
in his small coffee cup...
money to be spent on beer,
food and cigarettes...
without having a place to go!
Winter was brute and covered
his frozen eyes with snow...
that's why he died!
The smelly dude with torn clothes walked
in a huge save-a-dollar-store...
with the bad intention he had premeditated;
he had no job: a loser and a destitute...
the wailing owner of the store,
pulled out his rifle and shot him twice!
The leaping robber dropped down...
holding a bloody,sharp knife:
grasping for breath,but found none...
that's why he died!
On the fortnight of the waning of the gilded moon
that burst with waxing wings like leather it whirred and hissed
a spell on tongues of terror looming to take my breath
away. Shadows red horror passed.... I prayed!
Down on my knees in weakness and fear outstretched while
Fires swelled and bellowed out his snout to swallow
throwing flames. I lay in wait a frozen corpse I am
stirred to death, my bones too chill
So close this fire eating mass did swoop on me I cried
aloud inside so silently enamored by the dread so
hushed with no sound did he hear me in my clamor as
He melted my will and my armor
This cold, cold night bestows a windy chill for
It takes no fortune, no gold or silver to this mighty quest
Banished to the lair of nevermore, I give my life
Taken by the Dragon's Tooth
July 13, 2020
Pick a Title, Vol 19 - 4 Sapphic Stanzas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Suddenly frisson aye describe...,
I suddenly feel scared
As told once upon time helloo
from me matt chew
most previous poem ugh goo,
viz freak accident found ninety
degree angled desk corner (ewe
might not bull heave)
rammed, impaled, fricasseed
smack dab skew
whirred spitting out
fluid on rotisserie
preparatory for stew
right side rib cage
quite agonizing boo boo
intermittent pain analogous
to dull stabbing
finds yours truly nsync with moo
wing cow word le lion hoo
ping to schedule medical appointment
come thee morrow,
this klutz he did brew,
or maybe ghastly conspiracy
courtesy Spiro Agnew
hmm... possibly global warming
ha... puff... imagine dragon
retracting dagger type,
claws, and opening jaws of steel
eyeing thyself as main course on menu
damning self, aye packed
especially when standing askew
(hunched over tying laces re: shoe)
struck by poison arrow unleashed
no Inca ling how
indigenous people of Peru
found their way linkedin
with this Yahoo,
he swiftly strayed
outside Gulliver's travels
into good n plenti boulevard
of broken dreams
essentially, one direction avenue
mixed within gibberish goulash stew
wing conglomeration
trumped courtesy "fake" parvenue
he haint goat noah idea nary a blues clue
for aforementioned stream
of consciousness and drew
whatever came to his mind - toodle loo.
Adieu... from mister MaGoo
Sickness depresses my spirit
And shut down the doors of the sense organs
My soul recoils within the shell of my body
My heart retreats to a solemn feast.
There is within the flesh a great void of vanity
The spirit ruminates on bizarre planes
Seeking the verity of essence and elevation
To life is indifference, death becomes a handy foe.
Life and death are allies to trickery;
For we neither could sleep nor wake
At day overcome by a sleep-in-consciousness
And night, burdened by the waking-in-slumber.
The mind conjures up blurry images
Through grim eyes veers hallucination
The head goes a spiral in nocturnal planetary
As the body on a bed of limbo is confined.
Monotonous drone of air in empty jar whirred
Round and round the head dome
Whose sinew and vigor once thrive but now
Whose nerve and wit have become vain.
In sickness the body and spirit convulsed
And brings heaven and hell to closer horizon:
The body’s nourishments are repulsed by it
The spirit retreats from life’s elevations.
The Supreme comes to the fore of reason
Above all ambitions and abundance,
Which are subject to breath; when it runs afoul,
We shall again ponder its mystery, in sickness!
Knower of truth visited not the church,
for he was worn weary
of sermons leaving heart in lurch
by words dreary.
He was not an atheist since he knew
truth of soul’s existence,
feeling bliss beats within renew;
love’s insistence.
Rebel, a nerd, he followed not the herd,
aligning with God’s light
that glowed within as chakras whirred,
by day and night.
21-December-2022
Constance La France Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing form
Rhyme pattern: abab, cdcd, efef
syllable pattern: 10, 6, 8, 4 in each stanza
Tell us of folks with conscience clear on terror; of trusted neo
terrorists that oust teams, terrorizing thousands... near, far, and wide
May it marinate in their minds; peace and equality are as grated rind
with scent of pure zing... unlike vexed souls, bent on terrorism
Just last night, amid day light, before photographer's sky, right in
spring's warmth... such unforgiving moment of sudden fright
Thunderous wondrous sounds of bombs whirred, then cease, and
just like that came sight of flight 8430, blown to fallen pieces of debris
I saw red, white, and blue of American airlines's plane, meshed with chaos
just as those blown to smithereens during 9ll... Still I'll fly. Why shouldn't I?
In this land of plenty, we won't share cowardice with tyrants of immorality;
not on their watch! freedom bell has rung for everyone free of contentions
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." (... they knew not...)
Flight 8430 felt Coup DE main... not of You, Great God of earth, sky, and dew
I shan't forget humongous, booming sounds of invisible bombs that flew and
flung sudden terror so near, i hastened with thoughts of Islam and coercion
Of intimidation, degradation, castration; of trepidation, and mutilation
that moved me to see martyrdom in terrorism as ignoble affiliations
I'm due like you to sit snug and breathe with ease here and now, without
quest; will I survive or will I have time to utter one final goodbye
Night's stream of consciousness was dream, dear God, but Your world need You...
only You; by power of Your might, turn terror to unadulterated thanksgiving; so
As we ponder canvas of sky with eyes beyond clouds; we'll grace life with
courage; for we shall over come with hope, with aims, and with our dreams.
*
Out the window pane she stares this day as others gone by. The
Streaming sun on the hay about and around;
Add a golden touch to this dingy room.
Drought she cried her eyes here thinking like a rose she would; but
Glad that cloudy day the bee whirred and had her head snap towards the
Streaking rays that part the grey tenderly.
On her lap her trusted friend sits faithfully from then,
Sharing her secret visions of the day when the
Tunnel will boast of light; a
Dawn when an angel in disguise will ride their way;
Tug them away from this life not of their choice, and so she sits each day -
Clinging with that hidden smile to the hope that sprout that day.
The barrel is oiled and it’s ready to go,
ammo’s in the magazine ready to flow
Universal cover mode, unsure who will show
Finger on the trigger now, I’m ready to blow
True to my sights so don’t show your face
I see you in the shadows now, full of disgrace
hiding in a basement cause you know I’m an ace
Running will not help you, I’m all over the place
Palms squeeze these custom grips, I see where you went
There’s nothing in between us now, it’s time to pay rent
I’m just getting started but I see that you’re spent
I don’t think you understood the warning I sent
No I don’t need real bullets I can pierce you with words
You’ll never measure up, no not even a third
As my lyrics slam through, just the impact is heard
With the same devastation had the bullets all whirred
You still want to talk like you know me at all
Then take a look around and get ready to fall
You’ll never see me coming like a one-sided brawl
I’ll never bend a knee, no I’ll keep walking tall
The barrel is all oiled and it’s ready to go,
ammo’s in the magazine ready to flow
Universal cover mode, unsure who will show
Finger on the trigger now, I’m ready to blow