I want conversations
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky
the dark and the stoic
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is chronic
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic
Writers and poets
Dig down to the deep
Some are more honest
Others have secrets to keep
Some can herd cats
or people like sheep
If you tell a good story
I’ll sacrifice my sleep
The complicated mind
Within phrases revealed
Multilayered thinking
Special nuggets concealed
Tongues sharp and precise
master poets do wield
If used like a surgeon
The recipient is healed
So talk to me wordsmiths
all of you clever poets
The wise the wacky
The dark and the stoic
I want to drink your words
Yes my disease is chronic
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic!
Categories:
multilayered, how i feel, language,
Form: Quatrain
Geology, the science of the earth,
elucidates the intricacies of
creation of continents and opening of oceans,
explores the complex framework
of the multilayered deep interior,
and unravels the enigmatic structure
of the mighty mountains,
deciphers from the fossils,
the evolutionary trends of life.
The arcane aspects of earth’s ancient architecture,
imprinted in the petrified rock strata,
enunciate the 4.5 billion year history of the planet.
My expertise as a geologist
lies in the study of rock structures,
that ascertain the deformation pattern,
consequential to the interplay of tectonic forces,
drifting the evolving continents,
forming the changing montage of mountain chains,
like the old Caledonia and the young Himalaya,
and creating earthquake-causing seismic faults,
like in the Saint Andreas and in the Anatolia.
A piece of rock is not just
a chunk of ordinary stale stone to me,
the lattice of the entwined minerals
enumerates the lyrical anecdote
of the eventful eons of the earth,
motivates me with poetic passion,
as I unfold the mysteries of the blue planet.
Categories:
multilayered, earth, science,
Form: Free verse
Three letters one word, one sentence
One idea, one ideal, one sequence
of generating generated art that even AI
cannot duplicate because I
just tried to use ChatGPT to compose
This soliloquy and please before you start, those
of you that think for me to do so is fraud-like
There’s little for me about you to like
And you see the real issue here, the problem
lies when you try to use the system
because how will you begin to describe a rose?
Is it the smell, the name, the beauty, the function? All those
are all multilayered and you can’t just slam it a name
Beautiful. Damn it's not just the same.
And that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you
Refined, elegant, intelligent, beautiful, mon Dieu
It’s not just something I could label with one word
One of those of which you’ve heard
That they eclipse the sun wherever they are
While others walk on the moon, they are the star
Like the purple gold of the bolivianita
Brilliance all colliding in the chiquitita
It’s a great an honor for me you see
That this seraph knows me
And if I was to give her a face a being
Joy, joy that’s her thing.
Categories:
multilayered, analogy, beautiful, beauty, love,
Form: Rhyme
OUTLOOKS
A shifting
play of angles
multilayered
that morph
into
landscaped
abstractions
already
enmeshed
about to
embark
the density
dissipates time
with
lights
&sounds
flickering
thr awake
hushed
&enshrined
by the curious
white seeps
through
from underneath
a blossoming
light from memory
that glimpse
of nature
blurs
the boundary
between
temporarlilty
& the transient
becomes
the frame
to inhabits it
to savour
every
fleeting
element
Categories:
multilayered, poetry,
Form: Free verse
TRANSPARENCIES
multilayered
transparent
memories
so
personal
a conscious
blurring
of
animated
reality
overlooked
feelings
bold
expressive
style
enhanced
contrast
with
suffused
in brilliant
vivid
speculation
a controversy
shows
expressive
revelation
of
ambiguity
within
demonstrated
with
the loss
&intense
struggle s
sensitively
depicted
Categories:
multilayered, poetry,
Form: Free verse
a broken phone in the muddy dirt
a neglected charger hanging on a badly worn clothesline
turned down for another loan
everything has been cut off or repossessed
now all my stuff is baking in the sun in a multilayered line on a very short curb
i am sitting in a raggedy chair wondering where to go with some type of next move
i am still also trying to find a new job after being laid off from the one i have been at for 21 years with no type of announcement or warning
i guess i should have cared more about caring
i guess i should have paid attention more to paying attention
i guess i was stuck in an imaginary waterfront version of vainglory
now here i am......humbled with nowhere to go and not a soul to call
with tears in my eyes and an ego painstakingly crushed, i blame myself
Categories:
multilayered, confusion, fear, how i
Form: Free verse
I want conversations
with writers and poets
The wise the wacky
the dark and the stoic
I need to drink your words
I fear my disease is chronic
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic
Writers and poets
Dig down to the deep
Some are more honest
Others have secrets to keep
Some can herd cats
or people like sheep
If you tell a good story
I’ll sacrifice my sleep
The complicated mind
Within phrases revealed
Multilayered thinking
Special nuggets concealed
Tongues sharp and precise
master poets do wield
If used like a surgeon
The recipient is healed
So talk to me wordsmiths
all of you clever poets
The wise the wacky
The dark and the stoic
I want to drink your words
Yes my disease is chronic
The name of my affliction
I think it’s wordaholic!
Categories:
multilayered, addiction, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
She sits alone
In the chiselled grey of stone
In her thoughts so stubborn
Leaves airborne
Mostly unknown
The little that is known
Of the silence in her shapely bone
Is hidden in the tendrils overgrown
In her ringlet curls
Infinity neatly furled
Its splashes
In her eyelashes
Nestling her cares
Of the flowers of her prayer
What will be fair
To do away with or bear?
Thorns in the crimson air
Thoughts multilayered
Collected in thick braid of her hair
In her mental eye
She looks there
Reaping the pain she had sown
She sits alone
In a wing of the bird a desire
In the other a low moan
She sits alone
Look at her heart on her face
A melancholy grace
Blood inside in race
Yet moonlight likes to come apace
And fill the beautiful space
Near the flute of her nose
Near the eyelids closed
In contemplation
Of the waves in the ocean
A mighty tug of war
Between happiness and sadness
How lonely life has grown
Whispers of anemone
In the chiselled grey of stone
She sits alone
______________________________________
August 9, 2017
For the contest by Eve Roper
Categories:
multilayered, lonely,
Form: Free verse
multilayered
vulnerable
proceedings
persisted
over time
manipulating
emotional
reactions
over years
spent within
the situation
Categories:
multilayered, sad,
Form: Lyric
I keep your facial poses under lock
with myself as the only key
so I may live in your parenthesis.
You were a multilayered, solid color,
wishing to be a pattern of unique luster.
If a creek, you would have swollen,
if a cloud, you would have burst,
yet still, I thirst for you often.
You no longer weave me safe blankets
or shadow battle against my problems.
With constant ache I miss your blossom.
My pain cries for a permanent solving!
I live fondest imagining your punctuation
and often unlock, with a tear to hasten,
your gone phrasing for my joys encasing.
Categories:
multilayered, grief,
Form: Free verse
From the still blue center, the motion starts.
A multilayered gyroscope turning.
Interconnected, meshing clockwork parts,
Within, sacred white fire is blossoming.
Smooth hand circles driving arms swinging free,
Shoulders relaxed, rotate forward and back,
Trace three-dimensional infinity.
Every sinew not involved, loose and slack.
Countertwist rotation, thrust straight behind.
Muscle springs compress, explode, power grows.
Whipcrack diamondback wriggles down my spine
Through circling legs, tail snaps through the toes.
Buddha belly, loose jelly, let it flow.
Feel the liberated charge course through me.
Head up, relax, fighting oneself is slow.
A clear mind, a fluid efficiency.
Mesomorphic paintbrushes stroke the trail;
Feet dance through rocks and bushes as I sail.
3/13/16
Categories:
multilayered, spiritual, sports,
Form: Sonnet
Incremental layers, experience, pile up
Like quilts upon a bed in cold winters;
They weigh upon me. I occupy
Myself inspecting, describing them --
Like a child does squares of patchwork.
These multilayered patterns amuse:
I imbue them with richness, with depth,
Depending on my mood, my whimsey --
While their reality no more resembles
My perceptions than printed scraps
Of fabric are like fields
full of fantastic figures.
Categories:
multilayered, imagination, introspection, life, nostalgia,
Form: Free verse
The path has already been layed down
albeit with multilayered shadows
layed down and lit
by previous
seekers of truth
their imagination intertwined with
sustainance
providing fodder for their souls
these seekers of truth
uncoiled their tentacles of knowledge longing
bringing to their open mouths
images that are written
molten words that
are tasted to digest
and senses that are felt to experience
we be brave seekers of truth
you and I
although sometimes lost in the forebearance of our mothers and fathers
we still persue ourselves within one another
throughout paths in how we are being as we
touch reality
and confirm illusion
while uncovering the reasons to be.
Categories:
multilayered, mystery
Form: Free verse