Your Phosphorus, twinkles as the morning star -
lovely Venus...how beautiful you are.
Your Hesperus, sparkles as the evening star -
how enchanting to see you from afar.
Named for the Goddess of love, divine,
when the sun is up, still you shine.
If one knows where in the sky you're residing,
he can see you coyly hiding.
Poets, you would always beguile,
but now, scientists, too, find you worthwhile,
sending crafts to sidle by your side,
immersed in atmospheric carbon dioxide.
Up close, your beauty transforms to doom,
Our probes, your heat will instantly consume.
Is it fiery love, passion, or CO2?
See what a greenhouse gas can do!
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The broken amphora leaks wine dark as ink~
not for drowning sorrows but for making sigils on stars.
We don’t merely rearrange rubble with our words
we ignite phosphorus in marrow-bones
guiding wanderers through sulfurous nights.
When the world grinds its sermons into dust,
we distill comet-trails from the grime.
Those soaring meditations? They become
bridges where ghosts cross with new alphabets,
each footfall cracking the ground into stars.
There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
Myriad of wired scenes consumes me
Stained by Hades , shadows lurk
Within a lunar widescreen of a dream---
Voices raking with madness...lost
On phosphorus wisp of evening
Despite frail light in the shade-
Bleak visions cascade on damp floor
Ghastly these shadows crawling
Through serpentine weaves , as if
To pluck my soul, their angst unreleased:
I slither into deeper caves of dreams
Rummaging my last trails of grace,
My faith begging for prayers to lilt...
Until my body wakes, rocking gently
Changing macabre hours into twirls
Of calm, a behest from morning god
While I finally slay my own ghosts.
1st place
Land
Phosphorus packed
Cascade slithers down
Myriad of green
Space
Lunar Light
Luminous Nebula
Serpentine Discover
Mesmerised to watch marvellous Mountain View
with charismatic charms of CASCADE
on continuous free fall.
Sun is down bidding bye to fading twilight.
Evening is slowly merging to turquoise night.
Descent nascent crescent Moon peeps
with shimmering glaze.
A SERPENTINE silhouette spreads over starry tapestry
with a MYRIAD of blue sapphires twinkling on hazy NEBULA
under enchanting LUNAR panorama.
Vibrant waterfall is dancing frolic
in opulence of aqua flow
from chasms of rigid mountain
to LILT in mellifluous tune
as if to entertain night farmament
staying in silent mode.
Small stones broken from rocks to SLITHER.
Serene sublime night to resonate
with rhythmic dynamic waterfall.
Off and on water droplets sparkling
in PHOSPHORUS glow reflected
by soft soothing Moon beam.
Me floating on dream
drinking dormant desires.
A dark night canvas over the North,
swirls a fountain of myriad colors.
Changing shades in majestic slither,
a cascade of light in the flagrant skies.
Pale purple waves dance in symphony
with the moonwalk of pink roses in green,
Specks of silver shimmering in gentle lilt
like phosphorus angels in perfect style.
Hundred million stars in their lunar glow
beams of wilderness in a chromatic oasis
Discarded dreams in my nebula heart
A fantasy is born from the celestial souvenir.
Cosmic hues of the Aurora Borealis
Unforgettable moments only reminisce.
The luminous crescent of shining silver sliver ascends
with silent slither on the satin slope of the sapphire sky,
entices the cadence of dancing sequins sprayed by nebula,
pulsates through the phosphorus glow of the argentine night.
Rhapsody rolls on the waltzing ripples of the rapturous river,
performed in the ballet of myriad floating flakes of the moon.
Celestial flecks of your charisma cascade with ethereal lilt,
flood me in the torrential tide of immersing emotion.
The euphoric moon slices spread on the ebullient river,
I hold one in a cup of still water in the palm of my hand.
Beneath the mystique shroud of the stardust sheen
I perceive the esoteric essence of love laced by lunar lure.
In its tranquil depth I drown the dregs of my despair,
torrents of fervent joy flow in serpentine course from you.
The ripples of allure dance on your smiling face in beguiling air,
flicker the shimmer of my soul with the cadence of moonshine.
My heart pleads, and I know not how to proceed,
You shine just like phosphorus in outer space~
As Venus’ nebula that draws eyes with speed,
A celestial reign of elegance and grace.
In my mind, your love has always come with fame;
Your stars still brighten, needing no lunar peek.
With a lilt not lost in hubbub’s show of shame,
A space-born sight that many still deem mystique.
When problems produce a cascade of sorrow,
That slithers down faces as streams of warm tears,
Leaving serpentine trails beyond our morrow,
We still share our love—with purity and cheers.
what appeared to be poisonous was merely phosphorus
deeply tattooed into the warrior’s skin from an ambush
in the land of never-ending wars against imagined foes
with a myriad of causes cascading from power and greed
what does a Welshmen have to do in bloody Afghanistan
he used to have a lilt but now the speed impediment
was carved deep into the persona of horror shame and guilt
the snake had promised paradise not a distorted Adam’s apple
the stars had been bright connected by nebula and a waning moon
what an omen for the self-righteous soldier misguided of course
by fame glory and that now elusive war veteran’s pension
dole money merely covered the cost of the shack under the bridge
he attempted to count his blessings tried gratitude and the booze
which gave him some solace because blackouts were better than bombs
and the stink of his urine improved no end when vodka battled with vomit
but the protagonist never rose above the faceless evil of legalised slaughter
The rain falls in a cascade,
myriad droplets dancing—
a lilt of rain slithers,
serpentine around my skin—
a whisper of hope in the dusk.
In the garden,
the lunar sky still shines.
Through the nebula’s haze,
a new star is born,
a spark of phosphorus glowing,
guiding a way out of the dirt,
like the spark in my own heart.
Word Bank Use Seven Words - 6-2-25
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Serpentine Stars
A “cascade” of crystal moonbeams
Touches summer tides of “serpentine” seas
Where “phosphorus” waits
To splash
On the still shoulders of shorelines
In a “myriad” of luminescent sequins
Bathing the sand in sparkle
Like new stars
Tumbling
From the amber-mauve wombs of “nebula”
To the “lilt” of the “lunar” nightingale’ serenades
For summer lovers
Leaving a path of glittering footprints
On crystalline sands.
It was a memorable evening, bright
with my beautiful, charming fiancé
(once my wretched, tormented heart's delight)
near the old village of Fatheringay.
Drawn by the lilt of a whispery voice,
we found ourselves in a dark, rustic pub.
An inner misgiving questioned our choice.
A man served drinks from a hook on a stub.
After imbibing a strange, bubbling brew,
we dawdled the full moon-lit countryside.
In the lunar light, her eyes shone light blue -
mine, a phosphorus glow, like Mr. Hyde.
We gazed at the Hydra constellation,
where the Ghost of Jupiter nebula
somehow unfastened my reservation,
as its image fell on my retina.
That my grandfather was a lycanthrope,
and a mad cascade of serpentine thoughts,
this myriad of disclosures doused hope
(a demented disconnection of dots).
The vile dreams would slither back to their hole
too late for my near bride of eighteen.
The strong brew's effects had taken their toll.
My love was never again to be seen.
No, my true love was no more to be seen.
How much positive phosphorus is in a human body?
I hear the facts in tiny whispered scientific snatches
Stated by a biologist named Mr. John T. Roddy
Each of us has enough to make twenty-two hundred matches
Warm chair
Hot seat
Phosphorus on a stick
Match maker
Rocking chair on wheels
Rock n roller
Stretch musicians
Elastic band
Scissors
cutting edge
Encore
Repeat performance
Oil painting
Slippery brushstrokes
Damaged incarseration
Jail break
Thumbs up
Digital direction
Tangled hair
Pain to bear
Wax creator
Candle maker
Pepper spread
Sneeze ahead
Beautiful parrot
Pretty poly
Man creating breeze
Fan mail
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