“No more of this!
Am I leading a rebellion?
Put your sword back in its place,
for all who draw the sword will die by the sword.
Put your sword away!
Shall I not drink the cup the Father has given me?"
A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray
a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space
a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its wake
another bound to seek a kingdom
let tragedy come and dictate
supported by the staunch and loyal
rallied a champion whose colours bled
a sacrifice made for the soil
the consequence cost him his head.
I’ll meet you halfway
set fire to both ends
Kiss you in stasis
as our world upends
God it feels so good
when balance transcends
Separated yes
the crossing’s now ash
Lost due to movement
and one lonely splash
Our love abridged? No
devilishly rash
In a house with all the lights burning; but nobody's home
In the clear night; stars burning brightly; but no lines drawn or shown
Constellations; the only connection; that's never physically known
But that's where salvation lies; Hidden behind those dead eyes;
In the infinite unions; found; in those raven skies
Defining purpose in fields of darkness; location mind-blown
Bleakly smothered, a foligenous blurring; bestown
Black holes; darkly mystical, in their misdirections unknown
Calling out in plain sight; from the worlds last phone booth
Lost in my damnation; is astounding material truth
Staring at finite delusions; as I'm becoming long in the tooth
I May or May Not Be Opposed 1-3-24 Original Poem Tremolo Torrents
I could not get the bold function to work so I put the original lines in parenthesis.
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Opposing Tremolo Torrents
“Thundering fat raindrops fall
Driven deluge in wild squalls
As torrents pelt the thirsty ground
Sheer rain staccatos resound
Tempests fury rides the storm
Wind-swept raindrops leap free form.”
Whispering mists kiss the air
Float on sheer quiet prayers
Murmurs of a zephyr’s sigh
Tiptoe through a misty sky
In rhythms of hazy veils
Gentle brumes rest on cattails.
First six lines of my triolet entitled “Wrapped in White” followed by my contrasting six lines which I’ll entitle “Crestfallen in Snow”
I long to tread upon the snow
in hush of winter, wrapped in white;
in feathered mounds serenely go.
I long to tread upon the snow.
The boughs hang low; no wind doth blow.
My love, come see the wondrous sight!
Who wants to trudge in knee-high snow
especially in cold of night
when wind chill factor’s ten below?
Cars slide off roads and fierce winds blow.
Boughs break and icicles hang low.
Stay, Dear, instead, by our firelight!
Written: December 22, 2023, For Di11y Da11y Poetry Contest
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Awful rumors arose on a rainy day at twilight.
Dwelling in darkness, guilty of stealing light.
Drops in rhyme, color-and-time lyrics draw me.
Through vibrant strokes, a love riot sings poetry
Wonderful truths spread on a sunny day at dawn.
Embracing brightness, innocent of sharing sundown.
Rises out of rhythm, monochrome-and-space verses repel me.
Through dull strokes, a hate calm whispers poetry.
Butterflies renouncing their dreams...
Birds with trimmed wings...
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
Earth is ugly.... Earth is savage...
Earth is but a jinxed place....!!
Butterflies have reclaimed their thrones
And the birds sore high and high up in the skies
The oceans are clean, trees being green
The kids are smiling, their bodies thriving
The galactic relams dance in joy and peace
As the earth evolves to a mother's lap
For I may or may not be opposed poetry contest, sponsored by Di11y Da11y.
The tinsel moon you gleamed in cradle of argentine night
On wings of ornate cloud I tried to embrace you
But you ambled through the silky sky I called mine
A turquoise trail you carved in my heart you knew
I could discern my love glow with touch of moondust
At the edge of the departing night thunder clouds surged.
The pale moon you faded in the abyss of dark night
With the flanges of amorphous cloud I distanced you
But you welded with the jagged sky you called yours
You didn’t realize no crystal path you paved to my heart
My insipid love lost unperceived the touch of moondust
As the core of the arriving night thunder clouds wrapped.
So many words
lost in my soul.
Yearning to bleed,
but the ink is shy.
It does not want
to make you cry.
No more words,
as soul is found.
No temptations
when ink is brave.
All it wants is
to make you smile.
POETRY DOESN'T ALWAYS COME TO ME TIPTOEING IN A VEIL OF IMAGINATION OR RAGING LIKE A TURBULENT STORM
IT DOES EMERGE WHEN WAKING UP, I GAZE AT THE ENCHANTING VERMILLION SKY AT DAWN, MAJESTIC SUN RISING IN THE HORIZON.
IT DOES WHEN GORGEOUS SUNFLOWERS IN MY GARDEN BLOOM, FLAUNTING THEIR MESMERIZING GOLDEN PETALS!
MY HEART LEAPS AND FLUTTERS LIKE A BUTTERFLY ENRAPTURED WITH COLOURS
IT DOES WHEN A MURMURING RIVER CROONS A TALE OF PASSIONATE LOVE
SPLASHING THE PEBBLES WITH TENDER KISSES!
Poetry comes to me rushing in a chariot of imagination, not tiptoeing like a bride!
Doesn't emerge, unless I gaze at vermillion sky, majestic sun setting at ocean,
It doesn't, unless glorious sunflowers bloom in my garden, petite and shy, until
My heart quivers and shivers like dewdrops, in euphoria,
Poetry disappears unless I listen to a brook humming a tale of romantic love...
When the rocks are caressed by the rivulet with wild emotions!
The first stanza is from my poem- Almost Xanadu
I see everything clothed in glistening sheen.
Around me, all I see is beauty and grandeur.
Heaven seems to have come down to earth.
The sky and the Earth, draped in great splendor.
Anyone who lands in this ‘Elysian Field' will loudly exclaim,
‘If there is a Paradise on Earth. it’s here, it’s here’!
I hear the howl of death and the smell of blood in the air
Monstrous shadows lurk and it's too dark to see.
No beam of light falls, this land is parched and arid.
The only sound is the cry of men who from the face of death flee.
Anyone who steps into this war-torn site will loudly declare
“If there is a hell on Earth, it is here, it is here”
OPPOSING ACRE
Well, is it better to travel than arrive
Getting there doesn’t mean you rest
As that is when exploring starts again
To return here, nobody knows when
Stand on the walls and beat your chest
Such adventures make you feel alive
Arriving safely means you do survive
Maybe lose a shirt but keep your vest
No more travelling, just count to ten
Stay in this spot like all satisfied men
No need to undertake any other test
For yet more glory, let others strive
Break Free (original).
I decline to be bathed in abject defeat, I intend to break free.
My endeavour isn’t dead, intellect serves as a panacea for me
My muse and I must find impassioned advocacy to meet.
I intend to break free, I decline to be bathed in abject defeat.
The solution I submit, it will be extraordinary and unconventional.
A dramatic escape from all restrictions unintentional.
Break Free Opposing.
I adore to be bathed in glorious acclaim, I intend to indulge.
I feel so securely alive, my brain can’t divulge.
My muse and I cannot agree and will only cause deceit.
I intend to remain, I am going to accept hideous conceit.
There’s no solution, it will be mundane and true to convention.
A sorrowful surrender to all chains and detention.
A white rose grew in her Summer garden.
"Beautiful rose, I must beg your pardon.
for I must clip you from your flower bed
to enjoy your aroma in my home instead."
In crystal vase the rose was fondly admired
until its velvet petals withered and expired.
Delicate white roses grew in Summer's heat
with such a delightful fragrance, cloyingly sweet
Their beauty was enhanced in morning sunlight
and rivaled the perfumed scent of jasmine at night
Adored by passersby, they bloomed until the end of Fall
when a cold north wind bent their stems in a sudden squall
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