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Premium Member Brokenhearted Sunsets

When does an outcome thoroughly blossom
through snow falls and brokenhearted sunsets?
Life provides inspiration of awesome
born adventures to sing with no regrets.

Hope, faith, love nonstop of acknowledgement 
great seductive beauty and temptation; 
recall religious impoverishment 
always fearing committed relation.

God step back , applaud His created world,
an endless space unfurl a breathtaking 
beauty nature's hands as energy whorled. 
No fractured mirrored surface myth-making.

In the brightest bright of the heaven stars;
brokenhearted sunsets are waning scars.


1-24-2018

Poetry Contest:'Best Sonnet' 
Sponsored By: 	Laura Loo
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet


This Iz Not the Poem Part Uno

that will neither revolutionize whorled wide web,
   nor pollinate like fecund human loam
viz - it mine neurological nuances here
   within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,

   my present home,
town pulsating with
   so called "butterfly effect" ineluctably
fluttering microscopically
   like dust motes or invisible foam

(bell leave me) metamorphosed
   mental whim, within cranial dome
(in valise case body electric)
   covered in 50 + nine slim shades
   of gray streaked brown dread fully medium
   length lockets i rarely comb,

   boot food for thought to set literary stage
before affixing my poetic missive -
   from this word wrangler,
   hoof hinds himself dumbfounded

   at whiz bang of years cuz - just yesterday
   aye remembered being a boy,
   now i yam more than
   half a century since birth didst age.

without further ado
i offer literary missives enclosed
   within this body politic spooked
   me playful teenage inner child goes "boo"
fur ye to ponder and brew

of his small bread box sized lil motley crue
two daughters due 
tee flapped wings, and flew the coop 
whereby aye resemble offspring hybrid 
   ostrich crossed with an emu,

whose deux progeny sired from personal
   super reproductive goo
swimming swiftly in 
   harried styled, swiftly taylor made
   viscous tailored tulle lord hue

carrying miniature bin - laden
   genetic heritage predominantly Jew
wish with one late uncle Sam,
   who preferred to be called cra debt lou
who himself happened to be,

   a milch cow frequent moo
wing for bare naked lady gaga friend
   winnie mandy della pooh,
which induced inxs doth rue
what comprises Darwinian 

   Origin of Species to be true
evolutionary biologists versus
   Bible thumping creationists claim
   with tangible proof as their view
perchance includes you
this chimp bull leaves humans 
   originated from primate zoo.

This Iz Not the Poem Part Deux

NOW WHIZ THE MOMENT TO PREPARE TO SCRUTINIZE
MY WRITTEN ATTEMPT AND HOPE MY OFFERTORY
DISTINCT FROM OTHER GALS N GUYS.

thankful to enjoy genesis of thoughts
from whence doth spring germ 
of an idea, that either takes root 
(exhibiting potential to live with 
arms strong) when just a tender 

vulnerable shoot (ephemeral as notes 
issuing from a magic flute)
within fifty plus shades of gray matter 
per this fifty plus year ole coot?

This need dull in haste tack 
search for source that gave rise 
per process to enable *****sapiens 
to think doth nag horse sense 
of this poet as he initially digs shallow, 

yet sometimes forced to spelunk 
into crawl space narrow and shallow, 
or shine laser focus into a chasm 
teetering on brink (hunting down 

gamesome elusive dodging catlike whims) 
out pace readied whorled wide net 
to capture alive agile rat fink unseen 
quiet as a mouse notion gives hardy fellow 
(quite a chase) scurrying thru micro
cosmic burrow of Manhattan skyscrapers 

at a blink, said quarry vanishes 
without a trace just as quick mental cogs 
and wheels generated riveting link 
connecting bot sized tinker toys pinging 

within cerebral cortex appearing random 
as nonsequiturs conscious kinks via 
distracting ability to latch onto awesome 
fleeting mindspace inducing minor frustration 
at lack of ability to nab (albeit painlessly) 

zinc shimmering insight cognizant ability 
likened to ode to Grecian urn vase frieze 
depicting ever closely captured thought 
process, cuz lifespan shorter than a wink 
king third eye blind comfortably numb beatle browser.
Form: Ballad

The Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh

The sky staggers
 in  s
   p
        i
   r
       a
     l
         s  of sleepless blue,
a celestial storm stitched from sapphire and sorrow,
where stars swell, simmering seeds of unstable light
trembling like thoughts too vast to be contained.

Above the village, night kneels in restless reverence.
Roofs rest in rigid resignation,
windows dim as quiet witnesses to cosmic unrest,
while the steeple stretches upward like a hesitant prayer
that never quite reaches its answer.

A cypress rises, black, brooding, blade-like
a funereal flame fixed in the soil of silence,
cutting through the composition like grief given form,
binding earth to the fevered heavens above.
The wind is unseen yet insinuated,
a wandering whisper weaving through the whorled sky,
stirring stars into spinning, shimmering syntax,
as though the night itself has lost grammatical control.

Nothing here is still. 
Everything leans light lurches, darkness deepens, distance dissolves.
The world holds together on tension alone,
as though the painter captured not a landscape,
but the moment reality began to tremble.
© Lady Moon  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ekphrasis

Premium Member On Vincent’s Starry Night

#10 on top 100 recent  poems as of June 30, 2025

I see a dark cypress 
towering in front of me
and behind it is a village
   The tiny town  
is wrapped in blue -
the blue of a night 
that captures my imagination

a saffron crescent moon
   and stars like balls
of miniature suns citrine-spiraled  
           wink at me
through yellow curly cues
  I want to swirl with them
through the sky
  which is water-color whorled

a steeple church
and houses sapphire-hued
   sit ensconced beneath
        undulating hills

fed by comfort -
    I wish to snuggle
inside this scene
    with Vincent’s stars
 dancing in the vortex
of my slumbering mind
Form: Ekphrasis


Premium Member Begotten

Traveled long
 I come afar
Guided by a star 

Hear echoes of voice within

I am aching 
from blues and bruise
Yet, I languish to cruise
Nothing to lose
This I choose

Afire you came
Bold brave but tame
You spun great change
Breaking me from woos
Melting winter, heralding spring
An oasis to my arid life

To each ounce of hunger
You're there my brave hunter
Basking into leaflets of wild
Invincible... Fearless...
Yet, love innocence mild
Like a growing child

Unto you I curled
No shrives I dive
Top of the world,
I wholly whorled
Visions revived
Missions survived

You and me, Me and you
Perfect Combination
Aren't we?
Weeps forgotten
Cries of joy aglow
Begotten bestow 

(c) Olive Eloisa
1:26pm
June 09, 2014

Contest Name	a poem you have not entered in a contest # 7 
Sponsor	Poet Destroyer A 
placed 2nd... :)

Inspired by the poem of Tim Smith: "Cravings".... :D Thanks Tim.. hugs.. :D
Form: Verse

Premium Member Oath

I took your oath seriously as you had been my friend,
I never could imagine that you would cheat at the end;
You touched the Bible, took an oath, on the day of trial,
Was your backsliding mere innocence or well-pondered guile...?

You knew well, as clear as the daylight, the genuine truth,
Could I, hence, consider your action, loud-mouthed and uncouth?
I did not kill. I did not have an intention as well,
Was it, for truth and righteousness, a calculated knell...?

You knew the incident, wherein, the brawl between us both,
Was out of my concern over the little boy whose growth,
Had turned an absolute question mark as his foes around,
For cumulation of his wealth, stood as though duty-bound...!

Neither I wanted to kill him, nor did he want to die,
I frightened him, true, just to get my way, while his foe nigh,
Took advantage of the circumstance and triggered his gun,
And, thus, as though the heavens had fallen, the deed was done...!

You knew it very well, and that's why you had promised me,
As though with a heart of innocence, true justice to see;
There entered within you, like any greedy of the world,
Owing your passion for the mammon your conscience got whorled...!

I know, yet, my friend, the truth cannot be buried for long,
I do not know, why your conscience, had gone really wrong;
My time in prison, though long, sure, will ultimately end,
Though late, the goddesses of justice will, her justice, send...!!!


24 March 2023 
Writing Challenge - 'O' Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme: Oath
Rhyme Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
Form: Rhyme

Personal Vicissitudes Pronounced Irrepressible Self Loathing Part Ii

Invisible to the naked eye
traumatization (courtesy
chastising and reproaching -
by fellow classmates
and later in life
birth parents and inlaws 
dealt hefty figurative jab)
tremendously impacted yours truly
analogous to him moving bajillion miles away
compounded by his withdrawn demeanor

diagnosed when he reached middle adulthood
as schizoid personality disorder,
thus exhibiting obvious developmental delay
bullied courtesy nasty brutes,
who scapegoated and rejoiced
with hip hip hurray,
meanwhile I experienced
terrible psychological melee
escaping to safe confines of bedroom,
where I wanted to stay
for mine remaining years of life.

Retrospective review
now approaching my doddering old age
constituted more'n one cruel (cheap) trick
played on super tramping urchin,
who traipes across virtual global stage
ensnared within whorled webbed wide 
spending his hard earned itty bitty wage
spinning one strand after another.

Premium Member Moonflower

Oh dreamy lass of fragrant wiles,
            a parasol of white unfurled..
your bloom beguiles her moonlight miles,
a mirror pale in petals whorled.
                        Her face in phases does allure 
and casts enchantment not demure,
yet bud’s flirtation just as sure; 
      a flower-moon on long stem’s dance  
            with wind in sweep and sway romance,
                        vanilla toffee scent does prance 
beyond the buxom moon all smiles
            as incense wafts from airstream’s world
      and paramours does damsel lure —
            enkindled moths in nectar trance.


Susan Ashley
February 18, 2023

(Fragmented Rhyme)


~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Fragmented Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

Rhymes confirmed with: rhymezone.com
Syllables (8 per line) confirmed with: howmanysyllables.com 
Rhyme Scheme: A B A B C C C D D D A B C D
Form: Rhyme

Kaleidoscopic Whorled Wide Web

against light source well crafted 
tubular structure appended with 
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously 
birthing then vanishing resplendent 

myriad colorful geometric awesome 
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight 
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals display pin-wheeling

arithmetically perfect  triangulate squarely with 
proportionate arcs astounding with blind faith 
on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang 
spell-binding mankind from time immemorial when 
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering into 
azure vault – one macrocosmic hint per origin 
from when on-looking proto-humans ruminated 

inscrutably enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe evolution 
in shroud of secret continually mystifying 
one generation after another until twenty first 
century astro-physicists begin to unravel evolutionary 
tale writ small on planet earth yet storied tome

pried open from scientific revolutions enabling 
birth of cosmos honed with more fine tuned precision 
to zero in on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing into rudimentary 
galactic masses generating vast surfeit of globular 
structures evincing

conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens reveling 
in his makeshift primitive contrivance

teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions 
into eternal wonderment that perchance 
intelligent deity willfully rotates planet
some plaything synonymous mere mortal 
peering into magic of kaleidoscope.

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