I need a break, a minute’s breath of space;
The furious tempo driving me along,
a fussy temper, fervent all day long
to strive, stress, toil, scramble to keep the pace—
—the pace of a spent poet keeping face;—
enough to numb a hand that once inked strong
words, and made paper sound loud as a gong.—
and what a base disgrace…to lose the chase.
How many spears did that old poet shake,
which time has flung away(, or swallowed whole,)
that today we marvel at his masterworks?
What thousand wonders hide behind the break
of history?, what secrets, grand or droll,
lay low and lost within his epoch’s lurks?
Categories:
masterworks, art, confidence, creation, inspiration,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Jesus is my brother
a friend like no other
He calms my ills from
paltry Earthly thrills.
Let it be through me
his works conquer me
For the benefit of all.
As I strive to relieve
those of Evil enthralled,
I reverent his Eternal call
to spread his word worldwide
and quench the unending tide
of suffering in this world of mine.
Take me to your loving arms
Bless me with your Godly charms
Provide me the Wisdom of Ages
that sires us all to think like Sages.
Let it be.
That ever long and winding spirit.
Categories:
masterworks, appreciation, baptism, celebration, happiness,
Form: Free verse
It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls,
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.
Written on 10/30/2021
For: BITE SIZE POEM no25 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories:
masterworks, appreciation, art, beauty, color,
Form: Free verse
There is a heatwave in my bowels
I want to write of it, every detail.
So I’ve been looking to the sky waiting for the sea to swallow the sun,
To show their is no urgency in matters of love
For masterworks take time to be made with sheer precision.
There is a lady I want to say my love to this evening,
She is green ribbon ticket and her heart is my jackpot,
Iron is iron
And is only as sharp as what rubs against it
So I’ve been tossing and turning with the lust of my heart....
We’ve built a friendship that outshines the city of Pompeii,
And now I quiver to the thought of setting fire on her flammable heart,
But there is still a lady I want to say my love to,
She is the daughter of a carpenter,
Her father has designed crutches for the man who is to break her heart,
And in my dreams we dance barefoot on grains of sand as I show her the star I am to name in her honor,
But this evening there is a lady I want to say my love to,
I’m plucking the courage to do so as I write this.
Categories:
masterworks, angel,
Form: Free verse
Her spirit is made from iron and ink
truth drips easily from her sable soul
everything else goes down the grate
she's panned the slag from the gold
poetess lives deep within a pen.
She writes masterworks that nobody's read
but she's a sashay ahead of her time
maybe they'll see it when she's dead
or maybe they'll be too damn blind
poetess lives deep within a pen.
Like all things the poetess has fled
her voice sprinkled on a passing cloud
her gentle soul finally settled into a nest
listen closely when the rain comes down
poetess lives deep within a pen.
Categories:
masterworks, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
Many
contestants;
great,
small,
experts,
novices.
Many
entries;
masterworks,
masterpieces,
chef d'
oeuvres,
magnum
opuses,doggorels.
Well
experienced
Judges
with
wonderful
tastes for
poetry,
Ready and
eager to
have my
lines
examined.
With my
blunt
pencil and
grandpa's
dictionary,
I worked
hard to
pen down
this
doggerel.
With my
grain of
faith I
thought it
could win
me a prize;
How
wrong i
was! Oh
what
vanity!
I should
have
known
this earlier,
This is a
contest i
just can't
win.
Categories:
masterworks, angst
Form: Free verse
In piles of crusted dust
The sly fox prowls in jets of furry
The words of prey whip passed the face
Of a wired stunning pelt
And in seconds of lust and desire
The melodies succumb to the blood
Tribal whistles of whiskers till the end
Sink into the death of a syrupy scarlet
Glistening animalistic shameless coal
Tell stories of past victories
Letters like blades slice through emotions
Creating deadly beginnings of masterworks
A fan of beauty deceives the naive
And results in the passion once again
The claws of clever deception
Scratch deep into the psyche of a poetic mind
So let your thoughts be your teeth
Your revenge be your mind
And your language be your defense
For I am Sly Fox the Destroyer.
Categories:
masterworks, on writing and words
Form: Free verse