Moonflower jaded
dewy leaves surround night’s bloom~
phantasmic nightlamps
Categories:
phantasmic, nature,
Form: Haiku
Candle tongue stirs the skin within my skin,
Glass red with so many tears —
Romance personified by the melting of wick,
Though shadows drone on walls, a phantasmic tango
These French lips worth reading —
Inside heart highs and lows
Timing
Glimpsing
Stealing
Candle tongue stirs the skin within my skin —
These French lips worth reading,
Stealing
Categories:
phantasmic, desire, fire, kiss, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
In the pure bright wake, I went fishing’ for calm and all I caught was tumblin’ time.
The hours were soppin’wet with pond scum and the seconds kept getting’ away as soon as I thought I had them hooked.
The minutes peered up at me from the crepuscular waters and told a lie. “Be patient, those seconds can’t escape forever! You can get them, we just know it!”
They spoke with bubbles in their mouths, then those minutes were gone.
I struggled with my fishin’ pole, the line hopelessly tangled with some phantasmic bugbear, my nightmares come alive! Probably a log, though.
The hours in my bucket (catch of the day!) pulled me from my musing with weepin’ and howlin’, it was all so unlovely. What were they cryin’ about?
“Our beloved minutes! Precious seconds! We are in ruin without them, can’t exist without them,” the poor things whimpered.
I kicked the bucket over and the dark water inside spilled the trapped hours onto the dock and over the edge. Sploosh! Plop!
The hours proclaimed a love that is by far the only great love there is. Flawless. Desperate. Irrevocable. This paramour is unheard of! I heard the whispers on the bubbles.
Categories:
phantasmic, emotions, extended metaphor, fishing,
Form: Personification
Serenity looks at the sun merely hiding from the clouds
an echo fades in the quiet dusk, loveliness purified.
Listen to the musical tap of thinned-out raindrops on leaves,
a phantasmic ecstasy awaits, loveliness purified.
When one endeavors to soar aloft on wings of bird plumage
the veil of the eternal slips off, loveliness purified.
Walking on land that feels cleansed by the tide, the rain and the dew
earth opens like a mouth to feed you, loveliness purified.
I may drift to a place beside the sea, coax the waves to speak
that my world won’t slip from its moorings, loveliness purified.
@jjote 090624
Categories:
phantasmic, appreciation, joy,
Form: Ghazal
Moonflower with white trumpet-shaped bloom
Dewy emerald leaves surround in nights gloom.
Cased in rich soil beneath a quarter moon.
Planted vines loosely knit—by my bedroom they sit.
Sweet fragrance they emit— to incense I submit.
Stunning tropic morning glories amaze
Sunlight and moonlight upon them gaze.
Phantasmic nightlamps in jade landscape haze.
Night’s primrose, moonglow calls—unveiling enthralls.
Dangling shadowy shawls— glistening waterfalls
Flowery white faint lavender tones loom.
Oh sleepy Moon by day lucidly lit,
Behold twilight’s glimmer on garden’s walls:
Gibbous Moon’s gleam suspending in a daze.
Categories:
phantasmic, beauty, moon,
Form: Sonnet
As I stand here upon the precipice of the unknown
I stare out into the darkness
Full of uncertainty and fear
Afraid of taking the next step
What if I fall?
What if I don’t?
What would that mean?
I stand here on the brink of the abyss
Not knowing what to do,
But understanding that the next step I take
Could change the course of my life.
But yet I just stand here
Wondering….
Every possible “what if” scenario flows through my mind
Each thought creating more fear and doubt
Making it impossible for my brain
To control the movement of my feet.
Here I stand on the edge of this phantasmic chasm
Looking out into the darkness of the unknown
Trembling from the fear that consumes me
Paralyzed by the terror that envelopes me
I take a deep breath,
And then another
Which allows me to take back command
of my body and mind
I close my eyes and then,
Ever so slowly my foot begins to move
As I take that first step into the unknown.
2/3/2022
The Precipice of The Unknown
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
phantasmic, lost,
Form: Free verse
With macabre-like fear, I fret as Death glides near,
all too near! And in my ears, buried deep,
ticks a ghostly tick-tock—it's all I hear
(so deep, deep in my ears I cannot sleep)!
I'm manic; and with every breath I panic
and hyperventilate, as my lungs scream
for air—as from a nightmare truly horrific,
a dream unlike any phantasmic dream
I've ever dreamt of! With unavailing breath,
I wane—wane morbidly as though on death's bier,
embalmed for entombment in a grave beneath
(as I agonize, because the end feels so near).
In paralyzing fear of these panic attacks,
I'll soon die in their death throes and climax!?
Categories:
phantasmic, dark, death, dream, fear,
Form: Sonnet
You have such beautiful eyes.
The kind that makes the stars
To shine with their devices.
They silently send me delirious.
When they conjure up such fantasies.
I drift along with them into haunting bliss.
When the phantasmic prepares my mind.
With images to mesmerized.
Within the trance, a world is refined.
Stirring with beauty in your eyes.
Spinning an intricate web of surprises
And capture loves ghosts in disguises.
The glance of grace marred the chaste
Convey me to a seductive place.
Where I can sway in your embrace.
In sleep, dreams are waiting to reveal.
All the sensation I intensely feel.
Deep in your eyes, they are concealed.
Emotional scale carefully cradled.
Feelings passionately scrambled.
Make the fiber of love come untangled.
Categories:
phantasmic, beautiful, emotions, fantasy, relationship,
Form: Romanticism
"Shadows cannot be killed,
No one can negotiate, you're a mere living"
Simpered the ghost.
"Phantasmic" I muttered with a stare
in hidden quivers of fear ready to explode.
"Now watch the macabre joke by the living"
said, conjuring my courage
switched the light back ON,
killing the dead again instantly
"Yeah! eat that, creep."
heard a maunder fading
"Not again" he got smoked making me smile.
Eyes wandered around, corner to corner
under the bed to the ceiling.
'anymore ghost from past, ready to get blast?'
snickering I slip into my sleep.
Categories:
phantasmic, courage, fear, funny, halloween,
Form: Free verse
The sublime chorus of voices
Bring out a shamanistic praxis,
With brevity displayed,
With bravery supported.
How do you dance with your own destiny
When you are betwixt and between?
It becomes a sequence of inwardness,
And askesis of the will,
It manifests itself in resistance
As a precursor to a life-long battle,
And great wonders of exceptions
And concessions we allow in life.
I evade the ambivalent truths
With passion of a prophet,
And may I be I with a touch of divine,
Every time,
And time again,
As a fable of life, and of death.
And may I be I, a particle of truth,
An instance of
Self-indiscretion that is opaque in eloquence
But transparent in stanzas
Of the living whether it’s challenging or ecstatic.
Reincarnate weeping of the Eros
Is an indication of a grim future,
Hissing whispers of a serpent
Tell of it in the depths of azure oceans,
Passing the message onto the sirens
Who surface in the shades of willow trees,
And may I be I as I watch them efflorescing
To the most phantasmic beauty
That makes the living free,
And the Eros alive and well.
Categories:
phantasmic, life,
Form: Free verse
I sit in the eye
adjacent to aqua and bolts
the heaven of thunder bellows
inhibiting all rainbows
from materializing
like it's 1929
but not anymore
my soul's voice combats against the gray
with all of its vermillion fire
the embers only vaster
emotions peak
causing a supernova
slaughtering the hurricane
now surroundings are green and cyan
a dreamland that appears phantasmic
the coast is finally clear
to create a new realm
Categories:
phantasmic, analogy, color, confidence, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Closing my eyes
I open the gate to the other world
arriving in the inside realm
where all logic is nonexistent
Gold grass dances all around
as moonlight shines onto me and the ground
I sprout my seraph wings
taking off into the highest heaven
Over the clouds in the ethereal nightscape
I see the pearl, pure and complete
as I witness lunar light gleam the sky
along with the outer celestial shines
Phantasmic skies,
a sight of inspiration
from where dreams are born
in the zone of illusive limits
soaring endlessly in the infinite realm
I explore the phantasmic skies
studying deep wonder
in their countless forms
Up here and everywhere
in this majestic place
shall possibilities flare
as they'll come out there
Categories:
phantasmic, adventure, angel, fantasy, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Bliss
is a place
where the ground is made of clouds
sounds around are crafted from serenity
anxiety is unknown
and impossibility is phantasmic
Categories:
phantasmic, beautiful, deep, dream, happiness,
Form: Free verse