The forested , odorous moonlight
is bedecked with an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored, mazy
track from the fettered,
chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous mirror.
the glittering dreams
sparkle like an oracular,
, eventide
Kissing the ideal,
heterogeneous rill
I feel an unwavering
felicity.....
The waned brook shines
like the vanity of earthy
emptiness.
The forested ,odorous
moonlight
causing me an unparalleled dream.
It shields the colored , mazy track
from the fettered, chained grass.
The gory river gleaming
in the miscellaneous
mirror.
The glittering dreams
sparkle like the eclectic,
oracular eventide
Categories:
mazy, adventure, angel,
Form: Free verse
The splendid, resplendent
aurora sweeps the inner
life.
I stare at gory , leaden
clouds , unable to deter
them.
From causing drops of blood to
run down the shrill , deathless
desert.
A magnificent ,mazy grove
is painted with colorful ,
golden threads.
The unassuming ,
unflinching morn is
the incarnation of sedate silence
The wrathful , woundless
creek thrives like
rapturous hues of
serenity.
What's the scope of
:lifeless wretchedness?
: dreamed embers?
: unquenchable longing?
: weeping anemone?
The oracular , intricate soul
shields a shaded woodland
like a forested daybreak.
Categories:
mazy, adventure, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
wiry wily
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight
roundy and writhy
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew
a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end
spirally spiralled
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole
snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy
or ouroboros hoop
so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say
Categories:
mazy, animal, dedication, imagery, nature,
Form: Light Verse
An abstract dull spirit, amorphous and loose,
Cloudy and irate, possessing the even soul,
Haunts the frail mind and body on the whole
Of the one who fervently chases a wild goose
Firmly believing the strange enigmatic world
Of fancy to be real and divine, demanding all
Venturesome feats such as a sacrificing fall,
And even the human nature whirled or furled,
Or ,lost cornered in a traceless, mazy cavern
Letting the conscience search for the deep
Hurt ego , in pretext and unwilling to return,
But still making a play out of vanity steep:
The worldly Eden has far greater things to seek,
Know,feel selflessly and be Nature's bit, meek .
(Apologies to Shakespeare's sonnet 126)
Categories:
mazy, love,
Form: Sonnet
"Death is like an inevitable leap into the unknown. But we are sure to land in a state eternal either to be blessed or cursed" By poet
With the suddenness of a locomotive
that has come to an abrupt halt,
he fell motionless and in a coffin lay.
like –
all mystery sealed in a jar.
all agony compressed,
in a tremulous whimper.
all charms shut in an amulet.
amid,
the scent of burning incense,
frozen silence,
heaving hearts
and
silent prayers.
the chariot wheeled him along
in his last journey
through the mazy paths,
stretching, stretching endless
to a world,
beyond all galaxies.
to the Elysian Fields-
to a time, immeasurable
to abiding infinity,
to inconceivable eternity!!
March. 7. 2023
Re entered for Brian's Contest
~ Placed First~
Writing Challenge ‘J’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Categories:
mazy, death, funeral, journey,
Form: Free verse
When the mind grows a kind of weary the eyes dull
A sign that at this time one’s life is nearby full,
First reaction to reverse the journey void ‘n’ null
Must be one hell of a task so many mortals to cull,
Reams of questions reasons to debate senses to mull
When told to ready one’s self to join the everlasting lull.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
mazy, muse,
Form: Monorhyme
Make me a flower delicate and sweet,
spewing fragrance into the blowing breeze .
Make me a violin from whose strings
melody flows to soothe the ailing nerves .
Make me a rain cloud sailing over the breadth
and length of the skies showering cooling droplets
on to the thirsting mouth of the Earth.
Make me a lamp shedding beams of light
dissipating darkness from the mazy depths of gloom .
Make me a vessel full with love to pour out
into all the empty pitchers.
Make me a yacht with sails filled by the wind
that I can ferry the sinking souls to safer shores of life.
Let every atom of my being throb with Thy filling love
Let it spring forth in jets to form the gushing stream
Let many drink from that fountain and taste
the sweetness of Thy nourishing love
Let the land be watered, let the dirt be cleansed
Let the Earth wear a celestial charm
Let the plants celebrate the carnival of colors
In my basket shall I gather many a fragrant bloom
to be offered at your feet with love
and remain squatted in Thy presence ,
not losing in the pageant of this transient life.
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Ann Cooke
Categories:
mazy, celebration, devotion, longing,
Form: Free verse
M-A-S-K // PENTACROSTIC
=================
Mask makes me mazy mad
Asks alone as ambush assassin
Silently slays safety sane soul
Killing knack kindred known kit
13.06.2020 Chattogram
Categories:
mazy, life,
Form: Acrostic
Loathing the mazy, the lazy look around
To spot the shortest of all paths to be found
For the indolence that in him does redound
The lazy man with novelty does abound
Categories:
mazy, smart,
Form: Quatrain
In her eyes, I saw love eternal a mesmeric maternal with a seismic smile
For in her tears I saw life’s pain as she would restrain her turbulent trial
In her eyes, I saw a selfless soul as she kept control in her daily mazy mile
For within her silent stare a pensive prayer the solitudes of her immobile
~~~
In her eyes, I saw the light of God as I stood and awed at her internal being
Amidst her inner thoughts, a mind tied in knots of a heart fluttering fleeing
In her eyes, I saw myself a distant dust on a shelf before her final sleeping
For in her eyes of May that soon faded away until our next mystic meeting.
In honor of the first day of May, this contest is for your best poem from LAST May. So it must be dated, from 5/01 to 5/31 of 2018. Minimum 3 lines, maximum of 14 lines. Any topic except political and religious, please.
Originally posted May.11.2018
Contest sponsored by Anthony Slausen
In Memory of my Mom~Emma...May.16.1941~Oct.24.2017
May her memory live forever
Repost...May.02.2019
Memories of May Poetry
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
N/A for contest
Categories:
mazy, best friend, mother, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Wanton Willows weave athwart the weir
Wishing all the while wilful to wind
Their winsome wands that whelm and win
The restive writhing watery way
Meandering in moonlit mazy motion
Then moving on in misty morning mood
The river runs by reed and grassy mead
Where wily waders’ stalk in stealth concealed
The stream now slows tween sandy sides
With susurrating sound surround
As silvery strains speak of the sea
And flow transforms to estuary
Breakers brash now beat the brook
Unbinding bounds of broadening bay
And memories now melt of milder motion
The River to be merged with mighty ocean
Categories:
mazy, nature,
Form: Alliteration
If we account
compulsion renders us
tame
A haze engulfs unwitting
thoughts
Of seers our mazy lives
tire
If we speak
our crude torment ensues
Corrected speech and
chains resume
Of grief a woven tale
will craft
If not
we must this day retract...
Categories:
mazy, day,
Form: I do not know?
(12 Syllable Blues)
Why you go there resides within your pretty head
Where to muse of a confined love pale and flagrant
When you could be home here safe asleep in your bed
To wander through each night as one would a vagrant
In streets of shadows where silhouettes dwell mazy
Where to muse of a confined love pale and flagrant
For this place hence leaves my heart grave my mind hazy
Your eyes wide open and only for the moonlight
In streets of shadows where silhouettes dwell mazy
Your need to taste the power of the bloom such plight
When steps you take so brazen a journey of chance
Your eyes wide open and only for the moonlight
To tout your wares a dangerous game in life’s dance
Under a stale archaic lamp in lanes narrow
When steps you take so brazen a journey of chance
Fearful I am one dark day I will find you dead
Why you go there resides within your pretty head
Under a stale archaic lamp in lanes narrow
When you could be home here safe asleep in your bed.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Categories:
mazy, angst, love,
Form: Terzanelle
Eyes of May
In her eyes, I saw love eternal a mesmeric maternal with a seismic smile
For in her tears I saw life’s pain as she would restrain her turbulent trial
In her eyes, I saw a selfless soul as she kept control in her daily mazy mile
For within her silent stare a pensive prayer the solitudes of her immobile
~~~
In her eyes, I saw the light of God as I stood and awed at her internal being
Amidst her inner thoughts, a mind tied in knots of a heart fluttering fleeing
In her eyes, I saw myself a distant dust on a shelf before her final sleeping
For in her eyes of May that soon faded away until our next mystic meeting.
In Memory of my Mother~Emma...May.16.1941~Oct.24.2017
~~~
Happy! Mothers! Day!, wherever you are...and to all PoetrySoup Moms...
'Eyes Of May'...by Sinamore
May.11.2018
Eyes
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
Repost...May.02.2019
Memories of May
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
Categories:
mazy, mothers day, remember, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
CRAZY
~~~~~~~~~
Lazy,
crazy,
hazy,
Mazy,
next day, me so lazy, crazy night,
sadly a tad ha/zy, Mazy White
Categories:
mazy, crazy,
Form: Tyburn
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