Her shocks poured forth like a midnight oil spill,
body buckling like a sapling in a tornado, cracked like a Grecian museum urn. Moonflower extended limb petals, hips arched, limbs touched the nightfall floor. Her firehouse quaked primal.
Waistline oscillated, packed rigid. Gasps defibrillated, beasts fought through tight ribs,
Midriff dilated, injected, probe swelled with force.
Her breath hung heavy, smoke in a chimney,
Drumbeats drumming on her global map, sweat beaded like molten glass.
Weary rasps of elation caterwauling,
guttural sounds spilled from her chest.
Categories:
oscillated, crush, dark,
Form: Free verse
The fiery sun was a radiant circle
in the majestic sky.
As it started to dip
beneath the watermark,
an amber blush decorated
the evening sea.
Golden hues
started dancing on the ocean surface
turning the water into
a sparkling mirror.
An illuminated path
of tinted red and orange streaks
oscillated across the shades
of azure water.
Rhythmic foamy waves
were caressing and kissing the shoreline constantly.
Crisp sounds of the rustling palm trees
and loud squawking of Seagulls
added amusement to
the ocean’s own symphony.
Flocks of pelicans
were heading back home
in V-formations.
With the salty ocean breezes,
the warmth of the blazing spectacular canvas brought
immense gratitude.
Categories:
oscillated, beach, ocean, sunset,
Form: Free verse
Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward.
Categories:
oscillated, school,
Form: Acrostic
Far into the north laid his domain
Oscillated by the vanities of life
He sought the principles of para psychology,far from being called ordinary
He grew in wisdom and understanding
Disoriented by nature's demise
He turned away from mother nature
A product of love that never loved
With his heart stuck in his jeans
He walked through pain and hate
Slowly developing his disparity
He gladly disembarked from love's ship
And ran from hate to embrace pain
Far into the east he battled riful
Like a seed slowly germinating
He rose higher on each new defeat
Cursed by the sun and moon,he
Seeked comfort in a cave far north.
Slowly claiming fortune and fame
The whole north turned to ISLEY.
Categories:
oscillated, africa, analogy, anti bullying,
Form: Epic
frozen leaves
bear the marks
of betrayal
a toss between
heaven and earth
counts down
an oscillated life
tonight
at my door steps
frayed and frozen
a leaf take its
last breath
dear, forgive me
Categories:
oscillated, lost love,
Form: Free verse
Poetry in motion
is prose
encapsulated in
warring thoughts,
notions conceived
in time oscillated
flows,
harmonically
shifting mental
tides to whence
the Tasmanian
wind never blows,
where meditating
and trancing
souls,fairly prowls,
like watching the
future in an
ancient show,
I swear the
present is
abstract,just
never raw,
My intuition?All
deja vu's ,makin'
twelve other
planets ma other
home,
sighted a UFO in
the polar zone,
thought he was
ma other clone,
till I realise I was
on monologue
driftin' with
extraterrestrials
longer gone',
so fate played
foul,the legend
became of a
kingdom lost,
an heir to the
golden native's
Hercynian throne,
trascended in
rhyme,lost in
dextrous wit'
upon a thousand
scrolls,
so it became a
legacy,much like
Troll,
that
pathos,evaded
the script and
drama faded as
the Curtain Falls,
and ma mind lost
touch with
protocol,
started
developing a
labyrinth of finer
scopes that it
derailed the train
of my fibre
thoughts...
Now am
here,waiting for
diviner calls,
wishing on
asteroids to
fall,making
summer snow...
Categories:
oscillated, imagination,
Form: ABC
Anger always ask against antidote
Billowing blusters break, blindly break
Callous conversations cannot connote
Diligent discourses dilated dispeak
Emeralds emitting energy enthused
Forces fabled fragility fusing
Gravity's greed governless galloping
Homeward, haunted hillsides horrid hues.
Infernal interest in imaginary incidents
Juxtapose jeopardies jostling jeers
Kindred kisses keeping kind Kents
Loving leisures listening long leers
Memories mean mastering messages
Nimble neanderthals nested near Nice
Only orphans oscillated offerings outrages
Pious people pretending pale pumice
Quit questing quarrels, quit quanderies
Rest restores resolutions restive right
Sad soldiers slumber seeking safe-less securities
Tenderly tasking tabulated themes trite
Use, utter untold unctions unto us
Vain victims varnished, vintaged virility
We wander weeping while winds wondrous
X-ray xylophonic ????
Yesterday yearns yielding Yeate's yen
Zeus' zestful ???? zen
Categories:
oscillated, funny
Form: Acrostic
My youthful friend, when I was a lad
such as you, I was dismayed to find
that running a stick across the lathes of a fence
did not make music.
My hopes were the regular beat of a stick
on slats would compose a song.
It scratched the bright, white paint of the pickets,
it oscillated my hand,
it made a noise equal to the rhythm
of my steps but it did not make music.
Remember this sad story, my young fellow,
so that you too will learn;
life’s expectations should not be too splendid
for I fear you will find it is the only
means by which your disappointments
are diminished.
Categories:
oscillated, depression, life, passion, son,
Form: Free verse
For my sins and everything I ever did or sought to be,
Contempt and dying to be clever in unfathomed pools of sadness,
I plumbed each depth and splashed the ether, oscillated shakily,
Strapped to dark beliefs and definitions, all I gleaned of me was badness.
In my heart I hoarded secrets, guarded, gloated jealously,
Something touched quiescent feelings, split the stone upon the grave;
Resurrected dead ambitions with a Lazarus decree
And in doing so, in side-effect, unearthed a soul to save.
You did nothing of importance, so you reckoned pensively,
But if not for you, at close of play, I would have stayed the same;
Doing penance, going nowhere, shooting blanks haphazardly
In a thermos of reflection with nowhere to lay the blame.
In the dusky tones of evensong a plaintive melody
Croons through mazes in my image and exalts together days;
So perhaps, by your sweet process, you brought out the best in me,
And therein must lie the truth, that what we had has worked both ways.
Categories:
oscillated, introspection, life, loss, lost
Form: Verse