Havoc Manuscript
Rook goes horizontally and vertically
Poems written with no boundaries
A bishop slides diagonally
With anxious hand writing
Absurd mind deeply rasing
Rigid thoughts through empty spaces
Solitude toward hemlock flowers
A havoc manuscript
Time line is over due
With poetic efforts
Written fluent wing letters
Slumber into the night
Short stories revealing
Engraved works never ending
Crave a creative journey
Pen in hand
Thoughts glide across the pages
Categories:
manuscript, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Suck and lick my delicious fiction,
I’m lecherous taste the distinction;
A story you’ve wanted to be real,
now before the writer you will kneel;
The chapter filled with hanky-panky
describing a skimpy lace panty?
I know that vision is honey dipped,
it’s such a prurient manuscript;
Keep my fantasy by your bedside,
wanton desire you simply can’t hide;
On every page my hunger has dripped
not a single detail has been skipped;
Let your eyes devour lines greedily
I’m giving voyeurs a glimpse of me;
A scene readers are welcome to steal,
I know you long to feel what I feel;
Baby, help me write the description,
suck and lick my delicious fiction.
Categories:
manuscript, emotions, feelings, lust, romance,
Form: Free verse
My life, a sealed manuscript, buried under layers of mystery,
She arrived like a key of light, revealing hidden treasures,
In its unwritten pages, immortal stories awaited to come to life,
Calling a soul to read them, to bring them from shadow to dawn.
Now, she opens each line with her gentle breath, bringing rebirth,
Breathing life into this forgotten volume, transforming it into a living symphony,
Her presence, a warm breeze that flips through the dusty pages of my heart,
Each turned page is a dance of the soul towards infinity.
Since she stepped into my world, joy has become my guiding star,
I was lost until I saw the pure light in her clear eyes,
A heart once wrapped in ice now flows like a clear river,
In a universe transformed into paradise, I find my place and purpose.
Listening to the whispers of the heart, a profound lesson full of miracles,
It brings dreams to the surface, where reality and magic intertwine.
Categories:
manuscript, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
"Do you know what you are? You are a manuscript
of a divine letter. You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. This
universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything
you want, you are already that." Rumi
Do you ever wonder who you are?
Sometimes, we just can't find ourselves.
We are lost human being, undefined.
Especially in certain crisis times in our lives
Mid-life hits home very hard sometimes
Oh! The empty nest breaks our hearts.
Then sometimes in old age when___
Health goes south, sexuality gets lost.
We realize that we are actually dying.
Our thinking faculty becomes slowed.
Or it is in and out making us realize.
We are the one coming down with the
Dreaded illness__heaven forbid__dementia
Then with deep thinking__I realize that
I am a child of the King.
Categories:
manuscript, truth,
Form: Other
A legend.
A story.
Gold.
The fever.
My true love is finding,
History of true relics of the past.
My professor found an old map,
In his mother's belongings,
After her passing.
Laughing he truly thought it,
Was a fake in the imagination,
In the mind of his
Young great grandfather.
So he decided to research it,
To prove himself wrong.
He realized quickly this fact,
Was enlightening...
The map was indeed real.
The gold was never found.
The professor decided on the dig.
The dig is an archeological,
Research project.
It was approved for a grant.
It was rumored there is a manuscript,
With treasures beyond true imagination.
This is truly my future and my calling.
This manuscript is priceless and,
Can tell us things about the past.
Things we never knew.
Categories:
manuscript, adventure, appreciation, history, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
I came across an ancient manuscript
Long languishing in a cluttered drawer
Where hidden memories lay among
The flotsam and jetsam of my life,
And reading it I realized a forgotten time
When idealism was a guiding principle
In my way of life, when in my naivete
I was convinced I could change the world.
I had taken many bits of my life from that chest
From time to time, when frantic searching
For direction caused me to flail about
Too late, I picked up the yellowed pages just now.
written August 8, 2021
Categories:
manuscript, identity, perspective, philosophy, words,
Form: Free verse
WHAT TO TEACH YOUR CHILDREN
Do not lament to your ward about
The dark cloud that blocks your sky,
Let them see it as a peg that draws you
Closer to the topmost of your victory. Never
Should you tell the tales of your tears
and angush to your child, for he is going
To see every shadows as an escape to death.
Do not show the scar of joy behind your hand
To your kid. He is going to build a wrong
Sense of every barking black dogs. Shall
He take them for monsters from the hell.
Sing your children the songs of humanity
Not the dirges of hatred that
erupt every single screeching of
the moon from mind.
Read the story of beautiful life to their ears
Let them feel the reliance breezes of the Eden
While they are alive.
Preach affection manuscript to their hearts,
and with wits of it, their hearts become more tender.
Show them the world where a sun
Radiate the lands than the one that
Burns your scalps and shrink you for sweats.
Teach them love and smile.
Teach them to have both in their lives.
D.O Ismail
Categories:
manuscript, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Free verse
Unblemished pages without soiling mark
stretch out ahead of these expectant eyes;
trembling I wait dark midnight to embark
upon my journey, promising and new;
what delights, what sorrows await, disguised,
before I bid this infant year adieu?
Tolling clocks engrave with new year's song
first lines where timid steps engage the scroll;
time's manuscripts record both right and wrong.
Some far tomorrow when I stand again,
as now, this new year past and marked the poll,
shall conscience call the writing loss or win?
Unblemished pages without soiling mark
tolling clocks engrave with new year's song.
Copyright, December 20, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Categories:
manuscript, future, new year,
Form: Sonnet
Bright blossoms bloom with fragrant scent;
Opt with pure heart to craft clear thought;
Offer sure room as words ascend;
Keep poignant art as writes frame lot.
Mind fashions bold that sublime feel;
Align with grace that seeds your space;
Now zest unfolds that subtle thrill;
Urge feeds prompt trace that styles the pace;
See that you see with tact that springs;
Charm weaves a mood in realms unseen;
Reach fond beauty with joy that sings;
Indulge wise good from deep within;
Prize words you cite in surge of flow;
Treat a fond write as feelings grow.
Leon Enriquez
21 April 2015
Singapore
Categories:
manuscript, blessing,
Form: Sonnet
The tale is told in words of old;
Open this book and see the truth;
Rise and walk bold as thoughts unfold;
Now take a look to witness proof.
Make act your way to live each day;
Ask for pure heart to join with mind;
Note what you say in poise and play;
Use profound art to meet each find;
See what you see in fact and form;
Charm wears a face that knows a style;
Risk greets beauty in subtle norms;
Invite true grace to live worthwhile;
Pronounce the words that hurl new worlds;
Touch can be heard in code and swirl.
Leon Enriquez
16 April 2015
Singapore
Categories:
manuscript, blessing,
Form: Sonnet
Manuscript written painstakenly
A large pencil held clumsily
Writing a story with words
Excitedly penning
Cursive writing learned
Poet's corner
Pen~paper
Word thoughts
Flow
Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: Your Journey
Written August 05, 2013
Categories:
manuscript, words, writing,
Form: Nonet
My one and only bright supernova.
You are the aliment that runs through my veins.
Your affinity is like hot lava.
You take away my sadness; the thing that pains.
Something so strong that no one can create.
You are my savior, who came from heaven.
A love so strong that on one will dare take.
Remembering when you came at seven.
Just to think that you are my manuscript.
You who reveal my imagination.
The thing that heal my heart when it was ripped.
In the end of a massive conclusion.
Who opens up my eyes for a new world.
Something so shine that it becomes my pearl.
Categories:
manuscript, on writing and words,
Form: Sonnet
He could see it on his coffee table
It seemed to have called to him
In a haunting voice, beckoning,
Seducing him with fame, treasures
He had wanted to turn away
As he swore he would never do it
Again, having already gotten out
Yet, his needs were strong
As he proved to be a weak man
So unlike what he was perceived
To as being. He walked to it,
With a trembling hand, picked it up
And proceeded to change his life’s plan,
But that is what an actor does.
Categories:
manuscript, imagination, life, people,
Form: Free verse