I wait
for hazy clouds to soften noon—
The world dims
as shadows
drag out hues.
Burnt cement stops sizzling,
sparrows quiet their off-beat chatter,
my sore eyes shut in relief—
a final note,
the muted outro—
Until the clouds scatter.
The familiar heat shatters
breezes into embers
filtered through a stinging azure.
So I sit back and
wait.
In stasis, with the cluttered city,
for silence to fall
again—
The petulant midday sun
Raging, blazing, vindictive orbit at its zenith
It's blinding glare, a white hot disc
Scorching and oppressive
Over the earth and living ones
A merciless sentinel in the cerulean sky
Wrapping us in its stifling embrace
A shimmering mirage dancing in the air.
The journey of one thousand miles,
Now beginning with a single leap
How many times should I persuade myself?
To shelve my worry, trim my furry
And just allow love?
What`s love other than being self-insufficient?
Other than reminiscing on how empty
One can be.
What`s love other than burning to be proficient?
Other than looking back at unbroken hefty
Stories that can’t be.
What`s love if you won’t find a mirror,
To look and behold your other self
Getting better and complete with the twilight
That scintillates from your other self?
What`s love if you don’t regret falling into one,
And getting your stand in a foreign kingdom,
Whose jurisdiction you’re to merge and be one,
And to her gaiety waft away boredom?
What`s love if you know you’ve met the real her,
That you dream atop clouds and heaven
That you see angel in her, goddess at par
That finally you can rest and in true love gladden
How will you talk about love,
Unless you’re ready to love?
OLD MIDDAY SUN
Blatant heat smothers from
The lengthening day, and, fear-
Shaking in tattered rags,
They linger in listless agony.
An old midday sun has risen up,
Showering its crimson fury
On fields, open with imagined blooms,
As calloused hands toil
In blood-streaked sweat,
Yet no sign of righteous
Crosses or markers for
Perpetual remembrance, witnessing
The courage of futile sacrifice.
Hardened soil is become
Sacred earth, where the yield
Of bitter grief lies ungathered.
A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
One day rode into town, seeking fame.
Where he shot the town marshal,
But it was only partial.
Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.
5 / 5 / 2022.
Sponsor Joseph May.
For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
High Noon.
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It's my neighborhood
Yet I happen to be here
First time in this spot
in 14 years
As the name shows
The road has a grove of apple trees
Two in front and hundreds behind the stone fence
Stop my brisk walk
Look up at one immaturely green and one maturely reddish
Every life stage is beautiful...
I was supposed to be at the store
at 1:00pm
and so resumed my walk
The road is white
Nobody but my shadow
No sound but the cicadas,
and the song, "Solsbury Hill"
by Peter Gabriel
in my heart
Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
Soles step intrepid on spongy moss
Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed
Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss
Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres
Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing
Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints
22nd April
To Kingsley
Come walk with me O'lord
Guide me from the dark,
Clear me of sinful thoughts
"Under the midday sky".
Christ, whose glory fills the sky
As Charles Wesley remarks,
Son of righteousness, arise
"Under the midday sky".
Fill my heart with love and joy
And expel all the dark,
Guide me through the turmoil
"Under the midday sky".
In your hands I give my trust
Comfort me in your heart,
Let love replace the lust
"Under the midday sky".
As the blazing king from far eastern horizons
Glows and smiles on wee infant toils beneath,
He's by man's ever-sprawling greeting praised,
Basking in vast kudos by eyes and bared teeth.
The new sovereign savors every regal sign
As he arcs past the virgin noon's latent line,
Unwilling to pause despite cloud-born snags,
Undeterred by jealous dusk's advancing tags.
Against evening's envies moves that demigod,
Still unshaken by all enemy barriers miles high.
Into puffed twilight barricades he finally sinks,
And once-lauding eyes dim as doom taps nigh.
Like our gloom-deposed emperor here-above
Is each offspring born of mortals' carnal love.
Salutes of great joy hail them once they come,
And rise beyond midday into life's ebbing term.
When time's long-halted scythes finally strike,
Men's veiled flattery's replaced by cold dislike.
A MIDDAY NIGHTMARE
Gates opened at our home, drove in, before we could touch the remote,
Guns at our heads, masked men shouting, hammer’s back, itchy fingers,
We will kill you, give us jewelry, money, all you’ve got, or these triggers
Will go off, nightmare in our garden, they left, we lived, so this I wrote!
Sponsor : Dear Heart's
Contest :"Deep and Dark"
Date 2019/03/25
This is a true story,experienced by my husband and I.
M-idday beacon is up,
H-aving reached the zenith;
A-nother noon thatwarms
Y-our whole life underneath.
Topic: Birthday of Mhay H. Acierto (May 1)
Form: Acrostic Quatrain
A most beautiful day, so calm; not a single sign of fright Everyone in the quiet neithborhood, so pleasant and polite
No doubt about it; indeed, it was clearly the noon day sun But then, very suddenly, our day turned into night with a stun
Not everywhere, but there, it was genuine Southern speech One must experience to appreciate; not something to teach
Then the heavens opened with a blast of thunder and frightning light There were electric streaks of energetic fire burning awesomely bright
Then came mighty pouring rain pounding the pavement like angry beasts Within a few minutes, the dark clouds disappeared, and the terror ceased
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cardboard window frayed
sun shards reaching basement floor…
handcuff chafing wrist
NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST
Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring
Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast
sliding and gliding like dangling strings
Chilling the fever of midday protest
soft-sweet rest as all sleeps at their nest
___________________________________________________
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Contest Name Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
++Placed 1st++
O.E. Guillermo
9:20 pm, June 22, 2015
its was in june
i lsten to radio tune
i've no grets
that how we met
i did thid
blew you akiss
like no other
we became
MIDDAY LOVER
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