Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth
A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.
The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a hostile tendril, squamous, cold,
glistening with ichor
No earthly fount its progenitor.
He deems the shade of evil vanquished,
trampled beneath his hobnailed boot.
The soil heaves with malefic will,
its roots, like veins of some primordial fiend,
pulses with a rankness older than the stars,
a stench that whispers of aeons lost.
Spring cloaks itself in verdant pall,
no bloom, but scales of a vast, unuttered thing,
its thorns a raven’s beak, evermore to rend, to sow, to bespoil.
He quaffs the tainted zephyr,
proclaiming triumph over a gloaming moon,
Swept in the season’s unseen talons,
fathomless ennui
creeps through his sinews,
entombing his soul in an abysmal cleft unshriven.
a calamitous catastrophe
mysterious malefic malady
cataclysmic and unlucky
disastrous deeds, seemingly deadly
hurricane shaking up land beside the sea
A world so far yet so close
A sea of sand that shall always slide trough your hands
With the grip of a new born you learned to let go
Things are unchanged and unaltered
Your ancestors pain is yours
Their love, their dreams is your existence
And just like you they learned to let go
The light that reached the corner of their eyes
The light that showed them everything they needed to see
Is the light that shall bathe you and purify you
I wish to see myself again and again
And make the hardest of choices.
Mangiferin crammed,
Magnificent fruit king...
Mingled with vitamins,
Minerals and fibers
Makes marvelous milkshakes...
Maintains mental health by
Marring malefic moods...
We take for-granted all of our sin,
But punish mistakes made by our own kin.
We cowardly save only our own skin,
Instead of ever unleashing the hero within.
Churning ominous dust, an angry sky pounded it's fists that ferocious afternoon.
Draping a charcoal blanket, brooding air suddenly darkened all brightness.
Threatening winds whipped thrashes on boulders and branches,
Spinning madly around, dizzy in it's vortex,
a tornado descended from funnel clouds.
Destruction everywhere, in vengeful rage
trembling trees uprooted, blown far away.
Rainsoaked birds fluttered, hurled at an insane trail
in malefic power and speed, Earth was decimated.
A wild pirouette storm, dancing and swirling
in turbulence of downpour, at last is calmed.
A carnage of broken pieces
in shattered shards of shrapnel...
But after a haze of hangover,
spreads again a bijoux night of fairy tales,
hiding behind those stars we count.
A new day again drips from the sun.
In a soft rustle of morning breeze
leaves again dance in little spirals.
13th June 2020
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Name Spiral
HELP ME
Her desperate cries, his cries despised,
carried away by an inward wind.
Lost girl, lost boy, souls now captured,
in a fraction of a minute, to no end.
New hostage home, all hope is gone,
Haven of a new self hatred.
Can’t even imagine a day of rescue,
Shame, the new hidden world matrix.
The pleading the coaxing, Malefic one coaching,
Evidences confirmed, yet sealed.
The balance of justice encroaching.
Faded hope that dreams of rescue will ever be real.
Help me
You light the candle
To light your existence
Fire breeds pure life and salvation
Fire breeds pure death and damnation
Fire make you warm and expansive
Fire burns your soul through its raging flames
The soul that cores your life bright or dark
Is at the mercy of the sun at the centre of your life
What you going to do about it ?
The sun some or many forget to worship on its day
The sun some or many pretend does not exist
The sun some or many say they are
The sun crucified by mere mortals.
The one malefic or benefic sun is alive
Are you alive?
Angels danced and played the harp, singing "Oh, Happy Day" when Lucifer was cast out of heaven. A cancer metastasizing there; a rotten apple threatening to spoil the rest. Unwelcome and deceitful; a toxic threat to the souls of the faithful entering the pearly gates. God angrily banished the malefic beast for eternity. Angels laughed at Lucifer knocking on heaven's door. They danced and rejoiced.
a fallen angel
once good, turned very corrupt
cast out of heaven
Angels Danced Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Dates written and submitted: 08/23/2019
far from home
and without shelter
thunderous and malefic
dark clouds roll in
floodgates open
dropping their load
vengeful sleet
torrential rain
the weight of heavens
upon the world
unleash its fury
in all its glory
the wrath of Jupiter
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
A man stands behind a podium and microphone,
words comes through speakers of static.
His lips propel the stagnate tone,
standing poised, confident and charismatic.
He holds conviction through his behavior,
his speech are the people's gospel.
He is the way, the truth, their savior,
a modern day philosophical apostle.
Beneath the facade is a rotten marrow plate,
a poison tongue with a malevolent purpose.
Trepidation is a weapon that he demonstrates,
revealed under the scratched surface.
A wolf that don's a sheep's skin,
who has found a herd to operate.
His malefic influence is about to begin,
a crowd he will manipulate.
Kool-Aid is the key to the golden gates,
he said it is the only way out.
Tip the cup, take a sip, have a taste,
expel all your fear and doubt.
02/05/2019
Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Twirling in a sea of polka dots
Blinded by a million zillion watts
He sees before him blinking spots
And there a field of forget-me-nots
A parading unicorn proudly trots
Leading a caravan of baby ocelots
Prancing through a hundred jolly tots
While exploding fireworks burst in shots
The evil queen she rots she squats
As her malefic revenge she plots
While he leisurely plays casino slots
His stomach churns all in knots
You see he has for you the hots
He’ll go he has his choice of yachts
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 8, 2019 for contest POLKA DOTS sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 2ND
Tyrants of the Ruling Sun
Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace
Sisyphean stars of sadness will defuse
The barbarians of Babylon will bemuse
Silent screams slumber in nomadic night
As the dogmas of deceit deluge in delight
Wandering waves of woe thru the mist
The blackness bereaves with a feudal fist
Apparitions appease the malefic mind
Idolatrous illusions a cancerous confined
The red moon menstruates the mirthful
A lunatic laughter of the hidden hurtful
Dimensional demons deft in their defend
In impeccant infinity’s imperious amend.
March.24.2018
Alliteration poem
Sponsored by: Silent One
Is not a man without love a speck of dust frivolously falling in a dream?
As he blindly stares as malefic mirrors rust with no reflection to redeem
His heart does yearn and may combust where love has lost its gleam
The speck is swept in a gust thus forever falling into the infinite stream
Whispers fall from sardonic sky as tears accumulate in the sclerosed sea
Within the darkness we hear a cry as the sensorial sorrows beg to plea
For in loves shadow a black hole does lie filled with dramaturgic debris
We ask the question why love distraughtly departs from you and me.
Jan.24.2018
CONTEST NO 390 ANY FORM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
The malefic snake
always strikes without mistake
for the devil's sake
7/5/2017
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