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
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.
An eclectic ,miscellaneous daybreak .
like chimera overflows.
We always gaze at a suffocating ,thorny
lark.
The undaunted , unfearing lark frequently
embraces a vexatious butterfly.\
In the realm of anguished, harsh words
the transient, wild dusk thrives like
a rambling rose.
A daring dawn never escapes from
a shattered , stormy sea.
The homogeneous , ashen chains
of the moon echo the valor of a lionhearted
meadow.
The resolute, soundless sun festooned
with a dreamlike love.
The tapestry of truth yells out
like a , cheerful rainbow.
The flaming ,starry hope never yields like
an oracular delight
The tyrannical tears like the ultimate hues
of the universe stem the hidden verity.
James Reaney ORACULAR PORTCULLIS
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skin
a lonesome word set above all others
provoking one to strain beyond the epithet
curious to discover the oracular journey
of a single utterance…
skin
will this bard’s quill paint flesh
with colors blanded by prejudice,
heralding the decay of humanity
divided by the hue of
skin
perhaps instead you wettened your lips
anticipating curling your toes beneath sheer linens
absorbing nectarous images of the supplely naked
or the nakedly supple
skin
mayhap you innocently sought
morphological bantering disguised by the poet—
bark of willows
carapacely concealed in the crust of aging
skin
with a solitary word
the mind of the reader roams boundless terrains
seeking unspeakable affections, inescapable escapes,
footloose promenades guided by one…
word
Longing
by Michael R. Burch
We stare out at the cold gray sea,
overcome
with such sudden and intense longing . . .
our eyes meet,
inviolate,
and we are not of this earth,
this strange, inert mass.
Before we crept
out of the shoals of the inchoate sea,
before we grew
the quaint appendages
and orifices of love . . .
before our jellylike nuclei,
struggling to be hearts,
leapt
at the sight of that first bright, oracular sun,
then watched it plummet,
the birth and death of our illumination . . .
before we wept . . .
before we knew . . .
before our unformed hearts grew numb,
once again,
in the depths of the sea’s indecipherable darkness . . .
When we were only
a swirling profusion of recombinant things
wafting loose silt from the sea’s soft floor,
writhing and sucking in convulsive beds
of mucousy foliage,
flowering,
flowering,
flowering . . .
what jolted us to life?
Keywords/Tags: life, evolution, love, desire, longing, passion, lust, sex, sexuality, relationship, chemistry, biology, hormones, appendages, orifices
M-Most
I- Incredible
C- Cosmic
R- Reality
O- Outlining
C- Cosmological
O- Ongoing
S- System,
M- Mystical
O- Oracular
S- Stimulus!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 December 2019
Storms ultimate volcanic eruptions catastrophes
awakening cast me into netherworlds
unreachable disconnected oracular wasting
where each shadow feasts on substance
aquiering vast amounts of deep blood
I see heaven's natural satellite of the earth,
the twilit lunar reflection after the sun sets-
The Halloween moon gently bows down,
feeling all the children's tiny footsteps.
I see the ghosts walking among the streets,
shades of crimson blood soaked vampires-
Shadows of black with grey misty fog,
intrigued with all the scary costume attire.
Fear in me as I approach a haunted house,
fake saws cutting bodies looking so real-
Creepy clowns chasing me in a corn maze,
my heart races and I start to frantically squeal.
Frightened by the sounds of the walking dead,
spirits rising on Halloween night every year-
The cemeteries reek of cessation and fatality,
watching one-hundred-year-old zombies appear.
The witches and warlocks bring out their talisman,
conjure spells and perform human sacrifice-
Werewolves creep out from the woods with ease,
I watch as the innocent children they entice.
On the oracular night of the revered Halloween,
cryptic creatures roam the earth indiscreet-
They fit in perfectly without being acknowledged,
the children should be careful as they trick-or-treat.
Halloween Night Contest
October 12, 2016
I am now
In the midst
of shaping shifts
into riddled bits
of cryptic myths
with oracular mist
from a mystical rift.
For the day
that I intrinsically
invisibly exist.
Born unto a family
of late blooming wizards
in supernatural asylums
with majickal wand bombs
and glistening crystal scissors.
I will turn that leaf—
No matter what’s underneath,
Till nothing is left—
But the skin of my teeth.
Isn’t it weird how I disappeared?
The illicit flames of cajole will wane like an impetuous act of wind.
Annul with impervious aplomb
Waxing perspicacious avenues
Clearing the nebulous
The schism extricate judicious clarity
Vicarious envoy
Omnious stance
Intrinsic string of which I now belong accrues each dawn
Tenable apotheosis oracular
Aberrant paths engage in the light as the nocturnal recividist abated
The diaphanous window capitulated to alloy
Congential precedence gives prerogative by inveterate enigma
Tangible motif clings
Precarious simplicity carry ubiquitous propensity
Equanimity and audacity interchange
Swrod for Sword
Faux Pas to be no more
Impeccable prowess on inimitable wings
To be cognizant is to see
Rendezvous at the fete
Its adjacent to everything
Magnanimous in all things
Taciturn to the ludicrous
Anithetical of perdition
Verbatim by the imbued
Repertoire 9f the genesis
By Christy Teas
Genial to avoid confrontation
Baseborn kind, complaisant character
A spurious recital, a cheap imitation
Apocryphal mind, and comical creations
Counterfeited Christ
An unholy effusion
Sons of Belial
Clutch arcane knowledge
Esoteric information
Delve into oracular verse.
Deadened faith
Recondite belief denuded denials
Portentous and abstruse
Divested of the truth
Desolate road
Traveled day after day
Seriatim in miles
Strangled in hyperbole
Hypothetical noose
Cheaply loose
Tightening
methodically
Suicidal salvation
Covertly clandestine
Do what art wilt
Deliver the chosen
indoctrinate guilt
Derision to the destined
To learn love over hate
Adoration to inculcate
Imbue their sick lessons.
"What does light have to do with darkness?...."
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Like mixing champagne of miscreants
Within a metaphoric glass
Of crystalline stones....
Mingling amid these guises
Fatidities of peremptory phantasms
Oracular silhouettes of the predisposed
Rising in unison unto a toast
Toward the destiny of their very own....
Whisperings billowing within their glasses
These phantoms of the Pharaohs final call
Unto finalities masquerading opera
Where on a blackened tie, adorns
The guest of honor; hollowed eyes
Smiling, as he greets them all
Raising his metaphoric glass
To these miscreants, of crystallized stone
Fatidities oracularly made realities
Standing before phelonions robes of fallacy
Fantasias final chords....
Personifications, blood red rose
Playing, now, before the final gathering
Of eternities silhouettes, forever, predisposed!
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...............The final toast...............
The lips are baked, cracked
Disfigured
The eyes gaunt and
Hollow
Face skeletal in the monsoon,
Wrinkled-
The plague has come.
The Oracular Verb calling,
Humans lurking phantoms,
The moon asleep in the frost:
The plague! The plague!
The hunters are armed
Toe to teeth
Spears and matchets gleaming
Out for the hunt.
The plague.
“ nuë ngông,”
Bless us all,
Fight the plague.
Bodies fortified
Palm wine drunk-
Arrows dipped in poison:
Hunters shrieking into the forest,
Hunting their own aggrieved ancestors.
surrounded by incredibly
talented
oracular
spectacular individuals
bonded by word
spoken
yet heard to the third....
Power!
awake
within the stillness
this hour
harmonically invested
spiritual benevolence
fuels their army of relevance
the rarest people you'll meet
standing up for freedom
feet to the street
sharing their fearless soul
with body and mind aligned
complete
in control
*(dedicated to Moody Black's Upstate S.C. Poetry team, and Dr. Richard Moss)
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