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This night the moon cast a light
for just a moment, a trust, a lust,
a gaze at the lingering lazy crowded stars.
The wind decided to play, upon its way
found its voice releasing its hold
whished a while around the ground
disturbing the old mole's layer of mold.
A roar tore through the silent moor
proposing passion through the naked, shaking trees;
never being meek, it took their boughs and danced a while.
Their get-together are always fun.
The wind promenaded into the park of yellow
blew words arousing the blue birds caressing their nesting fellows.
Lightning flashing, lighting, casting glamour over shadows,
zigzagging playfully around the meadow.
Rain of course forced a breath in and a breath out.
The ground was a blur throughout.
Gentle whispering disappears gulping in the air.
The owl gave a howling screech turning its head with a smite scowl
with that the wind decided to call it a night.
3/25/2018
There was movement on All Hallows’ Eve,
with stirrings all around,
The moon was full in the blood red sky
dark shadows came and went, just who was lurking by?
I don't know why I went so far
from home that awful night,
Instead, I faced the ghosts and ghouls,
and witches seeking candy from the kids.
I wondered if I'd make it home
before the dead returned,
Would zombies stop me in my tracks?
I wished I had a mask to wear to fool them as I passed.
Felt shivers up and down my spine
then saw the ugly crowd,
Who all had gathered in the square,
I could see their lifeless eyes and rotting skin.
What was that noise? My ears pricked up
I heard a cackle low:
‘She's over there, so block her path
don't let her get away, we’ll catch this one tonight’
Quick! Run you fool, you know the way
don't let them catch you up!
The moon was up to light my path,
I turned and ran like mad; my heart was pounding fast.
I saw the witches zooming fast
on broomsticks made of wood,
Zigzagging in and out the trees
as black cats ran around, and ghost were floating by.
I made it home but at the door
I fumbled with the lock,
Before it turned, I felt a hand
my knees went weak, his voice then chilled me to the bone.
‘Ha ha, you fool, I've got you now
tonight, you join our world!
Like us, a zombie you will be’
I saw his grey decaying face, then let out a scream,
On waking up I realized
I’d had an awful dream,
‘Twas then I heard a rapping sound
and giggling at my door, on opening it I saw.
Some zombies, ghosts, and ugly ghouls,
three witches who looked mean,
these kids all grinning up at me.
I rushed inside to find my jar, with lollies and some treats.
But when they left, I shut the door
made sure to turn the key
Just in case, I really was not scared,
‘Cause if you see a blood red sky, it will be Halloween.
Searching your voice amid dissonant vibes
I followed your shadow into shiny meadows
Till mild breeze conspired with gusty winds
Turning sunshine into gushing rain showers.
Lost in the rainstorm was my clueless heart
Oblivious of directions to romantic path
Aimlessly zigzagging deserted barren land
When bountiful fields were always at hand.
Glimpsing sunshine that's no longer mine
Peeking from vestiges of rain drifting by
Painting lonely sky with panoramic scene
I reminisce how lovely life might've been.
Had I protected our nest from nasty winds
Hearing silence when music stopped playing,
Birds of our morning would still be singing
Praises of sunrise glistening misty prairies.
Showers left gifting spectrum of your sun
Uplifting my vision to sanguine horizon.
Hearing your beat I intimate your arrival
Taking my cue from our blooming garden.
February 19, 2018
Placed 8th:Sunshine and showers contest by Robert Haigh
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
Sanctus!
Unison of voices in floral cathedral
Viola and pansies, a chorus of daisies
Amarrylis Chrisanthemum Agapanthus
Cascades of colour inviting a crescendo
Yellow petalled flowers of the sun
Bowed in prayerful contrition
To the Great and glorious One
Agape throats of ululating halleluia
Victoriously perched in garden Getsemane
Infected the song of creatures on high
Flying flowers of the sky
Glorificamus Tè
Benedictimus Tè
Adoramus Tè
Here come the butterflies
Flitting and darting and dashing and fun
Unhinged and erratic in zigzagging flight
Probing proboscis a coiled searching spring
Suffronic powder cover their knees and their wings
Urgent the nectar! The burrowing bees
Assembly of beauty -I become undone
Annointing my spirit- unfurling my sight
Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...
Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth
zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially
robbing, stunting, tormenting
unrelentingly vitality wrenching,
why xyst, zapping assiduousness,
begetting, crushing, destroying essential
fortitude, generating grievousness,
hellacious intractable joylessness,
kneading loneliness, murdering nascent
opportunistic potential, quiet, reserved,
timid, untested voiceless x years,
zilch accomplishments, boyhood
cheated, dieted, extremely famished,
gifted hirsute heir, ill, jettisoned
kippered lunkhead mealy mouthed,
nerdy, outlier psychologically quartered,
repressed self, tamped universal vitality,
withheld Xmas yearnings, zapped
animalistic basic cravings, denied
endeavoring fulfillment, gouged hole
inside, jawboned, kept lid mentally,
nixed opportunities, pronouncedly
quarantined, rabidly snatched tasting
ultimate vibrant x2c, yanked zipline,
aborting bequeathed capacity depriving
eats, forever ghosting hated individual,
jackknifing, kickstarting livingsocial
mortgaged, never ordained physical
quests, ruined self, thoughtfulness
vanquished, worthiness Xrayed,
yabadabadoo zone agitated
beyond crafting development,
executed firstrate glorious human,
impounded jailed kindred love
manifested nebbish, obliged pleasing
quirky ridiculous travesty, unleashed
vapid wretchedness, xyz, attempted
bizarre concoction, decoding
essentially fruitless, go head issue
joker kick.
Akin Twin Invisible Presence Coaxing...
Action across ouija board
fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits,
perhaps a dimension unexplored
of twilight zone, (where spirit
of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath
of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation
from an atheist sword
like cross my heart), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still
participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...(Without explanation, there
gets heard a clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn
freed from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...a deathlike
stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades so painfully quiet
as if...all sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in the black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled his poem used to
"grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he who dashes off runners block
as a blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But..., aye...beg (bribe with
all the wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought with eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst
computer laptop black keys!
"Nature’s sermon laced with bouquet lusciousness of colors and fragrance unfolds spiritual inspiration." Quote by poet
Lingering lazy moon
A luster on the eve of June
Plays a peace-making tune
As butterfly wings soon
Emerge from its cocoon.
Yellow bumblebees prefer to dine
And promenade upon fine
Yellow black-eyed Susan vine.
Zigzagging playfully always align
Sweet flora ambrosia most divine.
Wakeful dawn first breath light
Fluttering bird’s wings flight
Under breaking clouds height.
Good-bye! Good-bye out of sight
Natures harmony and rhythm plight.
We used to live next
to a respite, set nearer the sky.
My mother told me
they who pass through spent
days or nights there, sometimes months;
it was necessary
to not see their troubles.
Winters froze the edges, suns
sank, and rose, gold-dust
pink seam radial
to warm the heavens. In summers
we were cloaked
in flour soft green.
When the spectral trees' branches
part, we see them-
a figure or two resting-
red embers of a cigarette
zigzagging, a thrust
into the air
when a point is made. The lights
of distant blue hills
shine. Anguish simmers,
as seductive as the eye
of a hurricane..
a squirrel's claws click
on the bark of a lush maple,
and a wet pavement
reflects the light of skies,
and palpitations don't
stop a morning jog.
That I could soar and glide effortlessly
o'er snow-capped colossal mountains,
watch my visionary dreams pile up and up,
contemplate the winding harrowing paths
that led to chilly but charming cascades,
with their aquatic pleasures, all exquisite bliss.
How my exuberant heart would delightfully sigh
like a whispering zigzagging mountain breeze!
Would it lose its rhythmic beat, as it grows taut with desire?
Its moans echo among the vales and crevices,
while meadows are covered with yellowish narcissus
all fanning fragrant and sweet perfumes.
So I sat still and contemplate the beauty of life.
Placed 1
3 February 2023
Writing Challenge - C Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal
Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored
twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation from an atheist sword
like cross my heart and hope
to die a martyrs death), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...Without explanation,
there gets heard clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn freed
from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...
a deathlike stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades painfully quiet
as if sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled poem
to "grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he dashes off runners block
blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete
with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But, aye beg (bribe
with wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with pennywise
and pound foolish sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst to me
computer laptop black keys!