Whenever darkness looms through changing phase,
Minds- be each crazy or cool, doubt betrays
Light... struggling of essence strike;
Unlike electric that spike
Consciousness without denying truthful gaze.
When you are wrinkled, and old and grey
And resting in your reclined chair
And when silence looms and warms the air
Your troubled thoughts seem fade away
Forgotten memories, long gone, lie black
And loved ones lost along the road
Then, smiles and tears in over-load
When heartfelt memories start to come back
Take off those specs and wipe your tears
That dripped onto your wrinkled face
And stay like dust- that happy place
When you remember thoughts from all your years
Nice shoes
and a fancy saddle
a beautiful horse
a gorgeous, gorgeous horse!
Oh to be, love and excepted
a graduier way for me to feel
a gaudy way for self expression
the silk you see is for real
owning and caring for
the whole ordeal
shined my shoes
they shine like polished steel
people of this hemisphere
an earthy more healthy
way to play
to sing from such a position
all can hear what I say
every sorted gesture
ah rhmns for singing
not just any ole way
this one has meaning
Oh til then
on we go
if you need
I'll told you so
aint no love
like you and I
When the world
opened it's eyes
a covering of clouds
in the sky
fruits for us
portioned to be
the offering of
my love for thee
You must think I am crazy
lap steel guitars
string benders
Bassey Grooves
and drums
I died the other day,
fore am but a wraith,
manipulated by creatures,
leeches of the realm moribund.
Scars etch my face from lobotomies,
artistry crafted with a silver brush,
scalpel carves sanguinary in hush,
by a blind man, a white coat.
Smoke, Lilithian billowing tendrils,
swirl my essence, telekinesis,
baleful aura emanates the dirge,
mirth to match their futile folly.
Pluck the harp, smack the drum,
turn the skeletal key,
jiggle the loose lock,
yclept maestra death incarnate.
Destiny..
The summer looms, with days to fill
Since things are not routine.
No school means extra time to kill;
No rules to intervene.
Yet structure helps to pass the time,
So people won’t be bored
And having fun is not a crime;
It is its own reward.
Once plans are made, it’s extra nice
To set some time aside
To laze around and roll the dice,
For life will be the guide.
March's dreariness looms
when no pigeon coons,
it grieves at spring's doorsteps
not willing to pass the baton,
resisting to give in until its frown
vanishes into the brightness of sun rays!
March is wilder than storms,
it can retain its brutality,
even being mean to Nature
which knows how badly it behaves,
letting lose its frightening madness
that viciously destroys wilderness;
how vile is it to withdraw from mindfulness,
continuing the brief journey
into time swifter than a hunted creature!
March has no time for debates,
it wrecks everything in its path...
scattering branches on faded meadows
that await stillness, not chaos;
when icy winds blow hard, it's a threat:
stay inside, grab a pen and write poems!
March is fierce and increases fears,
its awareness of limitations is indisputable;
it chooses viciousness and pretends to be invincible;
March snatches your umbrellas, chuckles, and sneers!
March's dreariness looms for very long,
it can be broken with a cheerful song!
Ahead there looms a mountain
We see it in the sun
A symbol of hope and beauty
A laurel proudly won,
A tall and stately statue
To lift the soul's despair
Clothed in strength and valor
Bathed in crispy air.
A monument to loftiness
From Nature's gifted hands
The length of darkened valley
Majestic mountain spans.
We choose the path we follow
Our soul will stand the test
Did we walk the valley
Or the mountain crest?
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's Poetry Contest
May 23, 2021
"All Yours" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Dusk sets for the meek
They rush back home
Playing hide and seek
Damping their urge to roam
Lockdown about to loom
The cops head for road blocks
I shut myself in my room
Solitude for me surely rocks
evil looms
weaving the fabric of deceit
chatter incessantly
John G. Lawless
1/13/2021
evil looms nearby
lurking in shadowed corners ~
shrill, the raven's caw
He's courageous as he moves night and day,
Creating fear in hearts and force few to pray,
High or low he cares not,you have to pay,
Debts of many years which you can't delay,
Walks in darkness and twilight without ray,
Prepare your grave and ready to decay.
8-29-2019
Contest:Writing challenge 4,August 2019-six lines sponsored by Dear heart.
Behind looms a mountain
Ahead, a narrow stream
The mountain is receding
The stream is your dream
The past is in the mirror
The future lies ahead
When the mountain disappears
Your dream will be dead
When will the fog
lift off the bay
When will the sun
scorch it away
Mind dank in darkness
Black hole
so black
falling
falling
ever deeper
a veil looms
where joy
once existed.
Oh
for this weighty
fog be lifted.
The due date approaches; the deadline looms
Irritation's in the air; annoyance fumes
A cauldron boils in every newsroom
The tension's palpable; nerves are frayed
Editors hit the ceiling
At mistakes never made
Ill winds are blowing of mounting desperation
Cooler heads giving way to righteous indignation
Utter frustration in the act of creation
Now the boss' out his mind; he's gone off the deep end
Taken it out on someone; flown right off the handle
Only to land himself head first in a scandal...
So remember, all you newsies, stay under control
Not blowing up's your primary goal
Meet your deadline; don't forfeit your soul
complimenting her
on the stylish new haircut-
his wife looks daggers
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Haiku - Senryu Writing Challenge ~ Oct 2018
Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
Placed 2nd
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