The dream seems real when we don the form
Borrowed from elements of the domain
But if we simply chose not to conform
We wake up when desires to rest are lain.
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Illusions of Solidity
In the shadows of stardust
When night slips through my fingers
Like seconds
The heart spills its secrets
In mirages
Trying to capture
The ephemeral laughter
Of moonlight
Wrestling with rainbows
In the language of memoir
A broad reach into the blanched bones
Of lavender daylight.
A psalm springs from my soul
To gather bits of memoir
When phantasms long
To swallow sunlight
And unrelenting spots of ebony
Pine to sully the new petals of dawn
With sagging wrinkles,
Withering fatigue.
I touch the lightning face
Of the morning’s firstborn star
Drawn into the hollows
Where I thirst
For the integrity of sunlight and thunder
To brush against the zephyr’s density,
Untarnished pearls of empathy,
And leave the remnants of ebony-colored fogs,
Their slight-of-hand, my legacy of dreams,
To twirl into aurora’s arms.
Cold wins blow across
My weary bones
Feathered icicles
Hanging high above home
Downey woodpecker
Eating a suet mix
Nature’s inadequacy
For a protein fix
Cats watch behind
Glass doors
Phantasms erupt
On litter laden floors
Feathered shadows
Creeping in my door
Sultry winter
Crystal icicles
Creatures on my floor
Warming sun
Shrinks the creatures range
Infatuation of darkness
Mentally so strange
Fiendish, they encapsulate strawberries;
Subliminal message makes mouths water;
Phantasms won’t let go of the fields
lost to the four winds of conflagration;
Subliminal message makes mouths water,
you can smell such a superb sweetness;
Lost to the four winds of conflagration,
smoke is no match for rich history;
You can smell such a superb sweetness,
esculent you taste but can’t find them;
Smoke is no match for rich history
writing a declaration into urban legend;
Esculent you taste but can’t find them,
an overwhelming vision overtakes you;
Writing a declaration into urban legend
shared at slumber parties for continuity;
An overwhelming vision overtakes you,
phantasms won’t let go of the fields;
Shared at slumber parties for continuity,
fiendish they encapsulate strawberries.
It's a very strange place
when in dreams I chase
phantasms,
a figmant of imagination,
or an apparition of warning
from my soul,
seeing what is hidden
from the light
of day.
It's a very strange place
and only an illusion
of madness
overtaking all the senses,
crossing the line
of reality
into the realm of shadows
that only I can
dream.
Everyday's life, black disguise
I meet myself, can't recognize.
carnival glasses, phantasms trod
in love I find, small piece of God.
Foggy air sails, no patch of land
I meet myself, can't understand
High and low, I venture abroad
in love I find, small piece of God.
Thanks in prayers, I say no please
all forgiven, heart is at ease
I come to terms, even and odd.
In love now I find, my own God.
Skies cast an opaline tone on the periwinkle
From the outbreak of numbness
In the clangorous concord of the brain
Phantasmagoric cosmos of phantasms
Fully loosened by pennilessness and distress
Where genuine life dwells just as a nightmare
Strident sound singing a somber song
Written: November 10, 2022
Dark World
A world gone dark, trapped in isolation
Reality fades, felt is the approaching cessation
Unmatched is this bleak and utter heartbreak
Time becomes obtuse, present fabrics now quake
Squandered decorum, searching for hopes door
A clear and present danger, discovered once more
Abandoned and sequestered, searching for light
Rearing vital hope, moving forward in the night
Inoculations brought forth which many deny
Phantasms maintained as many more die
Searching for truth in a world that hides
Convinced of false faith, ignoring the tides
False sages conceal empirical fact
Browbeating their brethren with abominable tact
A juncture has come, more lines have been drawn
Man needs to unite before all hope is gone
A miasma, death throes, rot,
Dark, cloudy minds, depriver.
Unseen foe, a viral bot,
Life taker, a death harbinger.
Uncontrollable spasms,
Unimaginable fears.
Unstoppable phantasms,
Hunting all of our dears.
So small it is, so deadly,
Invisible, a murderer.
Mankind wails so mournfully,
a small, sinister curdler?
On this terrestrial spaceship,
We dare to stand together.
And push this nefarious blip,
Extinct once and for ever.
Feeling so unclothed in my newest dress
having no knowledge of mine
Unraveling crocheted phantasms
My head is of lead, my body of soot
Traded in my prettiest songbird
for a kind word
For a free I conceived so wide
A mouth agape, bellowing my soul song
I dreamed him a succulent sweetness
With bigger hands
As rain floods all my never
I think of your brother’s leisurely cow eyes
Cyclones if unearthed beauty
To be admonished by only those that paid mind
And so I cursed the only true voice
Solipsistic techno dream carry me
And to all the cowboys that wrangled me
My heart beats too
Morning sun floods the room
Pouring over walls in charming patterns
Light flickers and shimmers, throwing
Soft, velvet shadows onto the floor
Where there are fantasies falling
Metaphors so wise and alive
Copying the silence and sharing hope
Through similes, mirages lingering
Stories told through phantasms
Visions flowing on the air in rays
Where light throws a gentle praise
For His glorious ways, His day
Colored in musical prayers, psalms
Beckoning on the walls, the ceiling, the floor
Where all these shapes are outlines
Repetitions of the heart who glows
On the light of a sunshine thought
Breathing splendor into the air
Painting silence in hues of kindness
Enlightening, inviting, exciting
Shadows so alive they delight a caress
Lingering on the breathtaking grace
That streams in through the window
Creating charming patterns of compassion
Charming Patterns Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
September 26, 2021
Dark shadows cast by trees at night-
as wind gives life to limbs that scare,
so oft can stir such inner fright.
Dark shadows cast by trees at night
morph images- let thoughts incite
unwanted feelings of despair;
dark shadows cast by trees at night-
as wind gives life to limbs that scare.
The mind plays games and creates fear,
as tree-limb shadows writhe around
like eerie snakes, entwined, austere.
The mind plays games and creates fear,
while courage fades- truths disappear.
As steady moonbeams sweep the ground,
the mind plays games and creates fear-
as tree-limb shadows writhe around.
October 24, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet- ABaAabAB
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Judged: 11/12/2020
Phantasmagoria (a shifting series of phantasms,
illusions, or deceptive appearances, as in a
dream or as created by the imagination).
dictionary.com
I dream figments of imagination,
and fantasies phantasmagoria;
the visions of my mind's coloration !
I dream figments- of imagination,
dark illusions of this life's damnation;
yet, these phantasms bring euphoria !
I dream . . . figments of imagination;
and fantasies_ phantasmagoria !
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October 17, 2020
Poetry/Triolet/Phantasmagoria
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1295-831-17
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 11/12/20
Honorable Mention
These shadows stack upon themselves
by the glare of the many suns
each an orb the would blind
those who seek to hold the light
the relentless is defied
gloom gathered to reconcile
where the bright dominates
the opposite seeks to relate
phantasms asking for their time
these residents of darker realms
shades inclined to ask their due
after joy has ruled the world
one or another must exist
lest the balance fall aside
asking all to take a side
or walk between dark and light.
The fire burns,
tempestuous rain raging,
stokes, fires spirit;
a leaping energy,
after burners thrusting in flight;
a searing phantasm.
Fire phantasms,
like phosphorous, burns.
It becomes in its flight,
An angry dragon, raging.
Such is the spirit
of energy.
When you see a spirit,
unlike a phantasm;
pure energy,
in its burning;
does not rage,
while in flight.
The cosmic flight
of a sacred spirit,
need not rage.
The phantasm,
Fueled by fear, burns;
it’s fickle energy.
A sacred souls energy,
in its spirit flight,
will brightly burn,
it’s the power of such a spirit.
Recognize a phantasm
by its dark energy rage.
Onward raging,
in its miserable flight;
the foolish phantasms
are dirty energy;
unlike sacred spirits;
they have a cold and dark burn.
Burn your rage, you foolish phantasms.
The sacred energy, of spirits is golden.
Spirits in their joyous flight, have a benevolent burning.
"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...............
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