Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;
Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,
as lilies glide inside slow gentle rain ....
Opuses of art in natures private Cul de sac
water vessel of grace, incumbent chalice of the night
undulating sinuously towards the evening light
none can duplicate the beauty of, your even flow;
Who knows who knows which way the gale winds blow
but this I know,... no never have I seen
such incandescent fiery light, cleaving at the cusp of night.
January 20, 2022
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name The Chalice of Night
She was a fiery seashell,
lost 'neath convoluted oceans
amongst opuses of pure poetry,
artistically outspoken
'tween invertebrate reality
secretly devouring mankind,
beware Herr Lucifer,
she rose from the gaseous chamber
to live amidst ashes of immortality
& renowned marital infamy,
eternally burning spirit of Lady Lazarus
In honor of Sylvia
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
- Sylvia Plath
Twenty two moles on a cricket pitch play bingo when it rains. Single no longer to ascertain whether the verb is used or not. Solve a riddle backwards at all times for this will allow grass formations to be presented evenly. Eerie errors egging elements. And a rusted bat. Oh dear. Peel not an eye. And take no crowd on a barge. Enjoying the sunshine and eating a pan of strawberries and cheese. Lovely. Halftime is interesting isn't it? Over octave opuses originally originate. And that is not noted to be salted. Spin then. *** athleticism Z
Nice and slow, I feel you coming on
Persistent, messy, though fragile
You are over me, under me, beyond me
Crushing my lingering patience,
So that it no longer lingers,
But putrefies
And all the while, I feel you coming on
Over me, under me, beyond me
You know you have planned this muddle
Organized, and poised, I did not take the bait
I became the bait
And you bit…by bliss you did bite
I was so afraid that your teeth were going to shatter…
Because I had been made by laboring stonemasons
Who were trained to reduce the most radiant of rock into devil
I was so hard-pressed in the ugliness
Though in that moment, you sank in, and deeply….
Over me, under me, and beyond me
You came onto me
And all the devil slammed into my being dissipated
Now I can barely stand without you…….
The magnetism of our union continues to intensify
For even patience has her prowl
And her rot is built on our magnum opuses
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.
A Woman
------
Is a Woman
And there-by
Unique by design
- Fore -
She is the Arbor
Of Man
- And -
Here-by
Attainable
In the Opuses'
Of God
GF
A woman is a woman
- And -
There-by unique by
Design fore
She is the Arbor Of man
- And -
There-by attainable
In and under the opuses
Of God
GF'
Living life under the opuses,
And the leadership
Of the Lord,
Sometimes it seems'
Kind of Hard
-
My Heavenly Devotion
-
Is to aspire to become
More regent among man
In everthing that I do
Fore the grace in
God,
Is eminent,
In everything
That I do, do
GF
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