complicated life
ignorance made all headlines
standing ovation
It is no secret that some people crave affirmation
Seeking anyone who will give them confirmation,
Apparently not grounded in their own foundation
Wanting anyone to tell them they are a sensation.
What a pity! For every person is awarded citation
Here, in life, for having their own unique duration
Keep in mind, not many will get a royal coronation
But be happy, for you deserve a rousing ovation!
Written March 21, 2022
Conductor’s wand in final phrase
Forestalled the anticipated roar,
Cast deafening hush of silent awe,
Leaving the audience ablaze…
May 10, 2021
Sense altering fertility:
a stoic female falters
Seven consecutive avid hours in each four weeks
I mull over mitigating my chosen ongoing celibacy
Primitive drive permeates realms where pleasure peaks
Stomach burgeoning coersion detects digital delicacy
Needy as a newborn, abdomen aches, resonates reason
Discarded inhibition of prudence pursues resolution, swollen
Tulip bulb split, affliction's blister is conceived procreation
Stupendous scenarios sordid, fluent imagination draws on
Widened with aspiration, desire requires instant unbridling
Materialising gluttony beckons with incandescent distress
Moans cryptic as ocean speak, freed from concious conspiring
Unboxed frolicked fathomings become loitering brain's duress
And the Oscar goes to………..
your performance was brilliant.
But don't think for a second that
I will give you a standing ovation.
Alexis Y.
12/23/19
Pain sometimes rains strain
That catapults us either to seek to inflict punishment
On others as churlish challenges drain
Our stamina until if misused pain robs from our judgment
Powers of discernment essential
To separate fiction from fact
Trash from quintessential
Enabling us to care and to detract
From misdirecting our energy
In spreading pain
Slaying synergy
If we deign to enable the reign
Invaded by misconception
To twist our perception
Surrender to the mirage of deception
To betray the correct conception
Of the role pain in our lives plays
In God’s grand scheme
Where pain slays delays
In reaping opportunities to reap cream
From shafts of pain meant
To elicit the best
From pages sent
To prevent the pain test
From degenerating into a curse
That worsens our fortune
If from our belief purse
We stress the tune
That strays from the narrow path
That leads to our salvation
Promised to Sylvia Plath
If we are to earn from God a standing ovation.
In one of her melodies of sundresses,
Heavenly Light erupts in full blaze,
well dressed in yellow, orange, and caramel.
The audience is passionately waiting
to bathe in her extraordinary performance,
of her golden rays.
With the evening coming to an end
creation cannot hold back with a standing ovation.
6/21/2017
no designed gem creation
gathers my stunned elation like earth's jangling flirtation
of dazzling rain drops forming on a green leaf foundation -
a pertly dancing sensation
garners my soul's ovation
Time's gears move trickling
At the speed of sound,
Jotting verbs and urges
To make it sexy selling
Souls for fat drunken minutes
Draping rustic yeas and nays
To the critic, it's his job, you know.
Guys waiting, in line with their own,
To catch a glimpse and rote autograph
Signed 231 times today,
Stand and be worshipped,
Exiled author,
Tear down that wall,
Sweat the sweat of the sweet
Sweet sinner.
Crowned immaculate, and hung out to dry,
Beloved, curtsy god-given, and
Pull tight a freedom flag.
raindrops fill petals
summer lily bows her head
takes gentle applause
(For contest 'Traditional Haiku #2', sponsored by Shadow Hamilton)
July 2nd 2015
Guitar;
black slick
acoustic difficulty
for minds that show teeth
grit
defiant stand
serve as road block
in the way of raw expression
ART
bullheaded you
self made doubter
lover of fail at yir' right hand
tripping over what's left
notes chords
waiting on deck for launch
beside yir'self with holding back
somewhere
beneath hard crust
molten lava pops
pours
and subsequently maneuvers
right through the ********
to seep through
porous walls you've built
so get busy playing that Ovation
and channel some of that pent-up guilt
to face that winter night
to watch the heap below
the sweep, the belching chimney pipe
and lights, dulled by fog and snow
the wind, as well, it swallowed whole
became that final movement - the last ovation
and winter took its hold.
and, in watching this unfold
I saw the soul of man, who was alone
that is to say, he waits for spring
until, at once, she took his hand
and losing sight of all that cold
the wind, the snow, the buried heap,
that tired soul of man, asleep
with frost upon his weathered brow
and leather on his feet
Bright sun and cool breeze
Through green branches of tall trees
Along the park's trail
Reveal whitest clouds
And birds in flight and song as
We walked hand in hand
Welcome of The Palms Ovation
Cold sharp dawn
Of chrome lit silver
Dusty summer heat no more
Clean polished sun
Risen in perfect sea of azure skies
The lines of palms
Are twinkling suffused natures decorative
Flimsy delicate tips
Of fronds caught dancing
Shimmer and shimmy together
With a soft winds breezing
Glitter electric in their
Skyward dusting reach
Shivered light from their stretching arms
Random ballets sparkle
Catching stars of falling water
Hang momentum frozen
As with spangled flitter
The Palms are talking
In tones of daylight fireworks
Pyrotechnic fountains
Of scintillations green
Soft explosion spray
Their anthem of beauty
To the breaking day