as the hen settled down on her eggs
and the burro brayed his last bray
the moon slowly rose in the sky
fulsome and round to the eye
sated calves nuzzled up against udders
while fillies snuggled into their mothers
lambs curled up beside sheep
the world had plunged into sleep
yet denizens of the dark kept on going
internal time clocks never slowing
night crawlers dancing 'til dawn
miles from the doe and her fawn
Categories:
plunged, animal, night, sleep,
Form: Couplet
NOT ANYMORE
Growing up was bitter-sweet
Strong and confident at first
Insecure in the middle
Shy and naïve; close to his prime
Afraid, naïve, and broken- to be expected
And the assertion goes on,
To him
Being broken and healed….
Yet it was hidden there
In the heart, mind, and all other magically crafted stores within
And then he plunged and broke free, soaring,
Now he was
Grasping all the confidence made bare
Extinguishing, fiercely, the once and
Still, dangerously lingering trace of the bitter past…..
NOT ANYMORE…. An anthem, now
Pushing him to greatness and to the highest altitude,
And Yes!
NOT ANYMORE….
To the;
Days of Darkness-Past,
The evilness that seeks to destroy,
The inferiority that limits me- close to nothingness,
The non-entity which was desired to be branded on me,
The chances I missed to Love HIM (God),
And
The carry-away excuses I made to prevent myself from expressing my
Sincere LOVE and Gratitude to my Awesome Family (THE ASANGALISAHS’ AND ADIALEYS’)…..
BY ASANGALISAH AKANTERE ISAIAH
Categories:
plunged, adventure, allusion, analogy, anniversary,
Form: Free verse
I'll drink this dark chalice of bitter wine
And let my blood spill on the chosen ground
The blade he holds shall be a slayer of mine
To save you from the treachery I found
3/23/19
contest Writing Challenge 5, Four Lines
sponsor Dear Heart
Categories:
plunged, conflict, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Fear Not, My Daggers Are Plunged And Never Thrown
When days are burnt offerings and nights jagged blades
I loose me those restraints, set words into parades.
Not a tender child, I have seen fire-burnt hearts
held a dying loved one, when her kind soul departs.
Yes, in ancient days, red-bloom fell off this dark rose
now when world fights me, I fight back- anything goes!
Tender vanities, consumed by darkened fires
entire forests are ash now, tho' thirst still inspires.
Fear not, my daggers are plunged and never thrown
that mark of courage, my bravery is well known.
Up close, so I see horror in their evil eyes
as their darkness understand what it is that dies!
When days are burnt offerings and nights jagged blades
I loose me those restraints, set words into parades.
Not a tender child, I saw fires burning hearts
held a dying loved one, when her kind soul departs.
Yes, in ancient days, red-bloom fell off this dark rose
now when world fights me, I fight back - anything goes!
Robert J . Lindley, 5-02-2018
Rhyme, ( Defiance and Soul)
Note- Poem edited, reworked from a 1975 original piece.
Categories:
plunged, character, confidence, dark, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Lunged and Plunged
Sin of much temptation again luridly lunged;
Be careful or deep in debt will have plunged;
Errors made,
In stock trade;
Records of my stupidity then were expunged.
Jim Horn
Can you imagine if all stocks that espoused
sin were in their own stock marker so we
would not be tempted by them.
Categories:
plunged, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
How was I to tame this raging blaze?
This thunderous roar, This crippling lunacy, This phase.
Just Like a thief,
The stolen cloak secretly I wore.
Thirsty, delirious, crushing,
Wanting so much more!
Unquenched, maddening desire,
Longing for her sweet caress,
I watched her, willingly undress
I plunged into her Fire!
I drank, for months my thirst to sate,
This lie, this evil, it gripped,
it clenched, I felt it suffocate,
Abate! abate!
I stumbled from my faithfulness,
I fell foul to temptation,
I slipped into her waiting arms
Without any hesitation.
I dove into the sea of lies
My selfish thirst to quench,
With violent thrust and blatant disregard
I plunged
Head first into blinding lust,
Shattering into a thousand shards,
Your Trust.
A fragmented memory quilt,
My heart filled with so much guilt.
Lament, Repent, Regret,
Your mistress forget….
The voices echoed in my head,
Relieved, my wife was still in bed.
Categories:
plunged, betrayal, crush, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Seizing the fire after hidden sorrow
predicted the synchronized slaughter of
the river, bodies were being ditched
secretly. The sparkle of waves was murderous.
Blue wings of tall dangers dodged
between war and hatred. The golden
face of a child was smeared with blood.
You carry a moth to be burned on a flame.
The black rose hangs in balance,
against the red cross. A sea of white ants
was entering into a microchip to eat the
months of prayer. Nation’s crimes were
pinned for troops to turn the gold
into dust. Catch my hand if you grieve
for the lost mother carrying the child
of century for burial.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
plunged, art
Form: I do not know?