Bright yellow sun, a stroke of noon’s delight.
Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs.
In moonlight serenade she scales the roof.
The darkling wine on lips — a sparkling feast.
Her rhizomic heart drum, in mystic beats.
The beast detests the prince of pomposity.
Cracked branches fall with weight from snow and ice
and eyes despise the madman’s gaze, above.
Her soft-hued dress resembles candlelight
And leave a stain, a heart in pain – yes, both.
(1)Blushing Daisies
(2) Ice Cold Red Hot
(3) Crumpled Sheets
(4)The Bellydance
(5) Bloodroot
(6) The Prince of Pomposity
(7) Weathered
(8) Death Overrules All Judgments Her on Earth
(9) Pretty Harvest
(10) Shooting Blanks
The ruler of his kingdom
He designates the lines
The pieces that belong to him
His subjects and their lives
He rules with domination
His disciples are but fools
This powerful head of state
Oversees and overrules
His commanding reign of tyranny
A symptom of his fear
That the truth of his own worthiness
Seep through his brusque veneer
Deep within marked territory
A little boy survives
A little boy who measures worth
On the ability to rule lives
When people said that Ruth should go,
I argued they were wrong.
Today, of course, we sadly know
She stuck around too long.
Unfortunately, now it seems
We’re destined to repeat
Mistakes to ruin all our dreams
And knock us off our feet.
Dear Jill, your husband’s done his best
To bring this country back,
But nothing seems to have suppressed
Each worrying attack.
No matter if he has the strength
And gumption to go on,
Opponents will seek any length
To guarantee he’s gone.
Perception’s power overrules
Reality, and so,
Before democracy unspools,
Let’s save the status quo.
Your influence is needed now
For Joe must step aside
And such a move might just allow
The cause to stem the tide.
L- Love
O- Overrules
V- Virtually
E- Everything
Night bewitches; romance can reign
when shadows fall and you then see
the light of day begin to wane.
Alone with your love you can be.
Stars flicker and in glow of moon,
night bewitches; romance can reign.
Many hearts in the darkness swoon
when passion overrules the brain.
Nocturnal creatures entertain
with nature’s sounds as sun goes down.
Night bewitches; romance can reign.
In love’s allure it’s sweet to drown.
At eventide, it’s time to live!
To your darling on lover’s lane
caresses and sweet kisses give.
Night bewitches; romance can reign.
Experience overrules prescription of form
when euphony carries off a poem beyond the norm
I know you from somewhere
Have we met before?
In the shadows of my mind
Where darkness overrules,
I feel familiarity.
I recall the memory and
Light shines in the remembering.
Time has moved us on
In separation, but I recall
Earlier days which I can
Touch again with gratitude.
I know you from somewhere;
We met long ago for a while.
I hope that life is being kind to you.
May we meet again one day.
Black slender man, bent twig on the branch of a slave’s family tree,
Planted in white culture during infamous time of our history,
From seed transported in the belly of those infernal slave ships.
Bitter tears flowing from his eyes; angry words pouring from his lips.
Spent by long days in fields under hot skies of one hundred degrees,
Living in substandard shacks: wife and babes bearing winter’s freeze.
Broken panes breach for frigid wind; shabby roofs sieve for cold raindrops,
Family worked from sun up to dark to reap the precious crop.
Truth is, most were prisoners of the system evil men devised.
Many struggling to be free from what politicians camouflaged.
Wisdom overrules such folly and the proverb is most profound;
Holding one down makes holder as much a captive as one held down.
This nation, “land of the brave and free”, held out freedom’s lamp to all,
Went out one ominous night and over “liberty’s lamp” threw a pall.
Had wiser men with hearts of love been ruled by God’s Divine Light,
Black and white would have been spared this great nation’s damnable blight.
Propel Me Into The Blue
Propel me into the blue,
Where artists’ visions and poems proud
dwell among its clouds.
Propel me into the blue:
Launched to air of past ages
That breathed laughter and passion into its pages.
Propel me into the blue,
Where light overrules night
And Gravity declines
to bind body and mind.
Propel me into the blue,
To turn and tumble free
where the world’s dreams and noble acts store,
waiting to be absorbed by those who soar,
whence you
Propel me into the blue
Copyright 2018 Byron Magbee
Eventide is filled with the smile of stars - mother overrules them all.
5/13/2018
Touch the rising mist of cherry smiles
Herald cries of joyous miracles aflight,
Echo brisk allure of God’s spearing light
Cry in the bosom of Abraham’s seed
Refrain the ways of fame and greed;
Yield to peace though hate overrules
Intimidate the wicked with warm arms
Negate adversarial luck and vain charm,
Glorify the brooks flowing quietly still
Rise early...saturate thy heart with prayer
Inquire of strangers who hunger and thirst,
Verily your works of love shall surely rise first
Entertain the need of God’s angels unaware
Rejoice in eternity from life’s pain and tear.
Blank Verse
DEATH OVERRULES ALL JUDGMENTS HERE ON EARTH
In reign of terror, split, with holes and pain,
the sentinel, distained his fingers black.
The pools of sticky-red descend, like mud,
and eyes despise the madman’s gaze, above.
Where flowers bloomed in glassy panes, sublime,
the heart of Vegas shatters - shards of fear.
Screams hail, uplift, the crazy bastard’s smile,
but, final drift of sand will drown this man.
His boat will capsize. Stench of spilt men’s blood
will fill his screaming lungs with death’s revenge.
White robes attend the march of martyr’s feet,
into the pearly gate, with smiling teeth.
10/20/2017
Craig Cornish’s Death Contest
Nation’s Damnable Blight
Black slender man, bent twig on the branch of a slave’s family tree,
Planted in white culture during infamous time of our history,
From seed transported in the belly of those infernal slave ships.
Bitter tears flowing from his eyes; angry words pouring from his lips.
Spent by long days in fields under hot skies of one hundred degrees,
Living in substandard shacks: wife and babes bearing winter’s freeze.
Broken panes breach for frigid wind; shabby roofs sieve for cold raindrops,
Family worked from sun up to dark to reap the precious crop.
Truth is, most were prisoners of the system evil men devised.
Many struggling to be free from what politicians camouflaged.
Wisdom overrules such folly and the proverb is most profound;
Holding one down makes holder as much a captive as one held down.
This nation, “land of the brave and free”, held out freedom’s lamp to all,
Went out one ominous night and over “liberty’s lamp” threw a pall.
Had wiser men with hearts of love been ruled by God’s Divine Light,
Black and white would have been spared this great nation’s damnable blight.
A sea of love
It's written in my soul
You're the only one
With me the greedy heart
Overrules the wise mind
Pacification
His horrid hunger
cries for total fulfillment;
overrules his mind.
Diversion is no answer;
addiction rules his sad world.
Pacification
is never the solution.
He will cry for more.
Starvation and withdrawal
may end this deadly hunger.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Images That Make You Think.
Sponsor: Silent One
Image #3
Judged: 04/14/2016
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