Whispers swirl in tides of haze
Where the sun fractures time
A molten gold drip cascades
Melting the edges of dreams
Sand writes stories beneath bare feet
Footprints fade like forgotten tales
Caught between the hum of salt and wind
Waves sprawl restlessly and untamed
Twilight softly flickers off shells
Waves now gently humming a lullaby
Being and reflection in endless loops
Echoing in the heartbeat of foam
The horizon consciously wavers
Revealing a thin veil of recurrence
Days dissolve into the sweet salty air
Moments slip through fingers like water
R-ivers
U-nder
B-ridges
Y-earn
A-nd
N-udge
N-ature's
B-eauty,
E-ven
L-oving
Z-ephyrs
A-float
©bfa061225
Monocrostic (Birthday of Ruby Ann Belza)
Numbers rise and fall,
Whispers shaping public will,
Future yet unknown.
©bfa042325
the drum beating within my heart awakes feral passions in my soul ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Glass towers stretch like ambitions
piercing smog-filtered dreams.
Footsteps echo on concrete—
rhythms of lives
weaving, colliding, dissolving.
A stranger’s glance,
a child’s laugh slicing through engine growls,
a pigeon’s wingbeat overhead—
somehow it all matters.
The city breathes
and we inhale chaos like oxygen.
pulse on the roots of my hair
spread on the bed
i ripped off my sheets to find consolation
my fingers bled
searched every corner for a crumb of freedom
the city stayed
saw the blinds shaken from the storm
my future is dead.
Curtains black and short
sun settled to other side of me
a thump between us I feel
almost simple simply cruel
the way my mind plays with You
a thought a pulse and a pull
desire striking with heart pounding
thud
oh I know its the same
every night trying to tame
the urge
to say
Your name
Afro Beats pulse through my veins/
Deep House vibrations as Dj Vertigo X manipulates the house vinyl/
The booth is alive/High-end sequences intertwine, complex melodies wrapping around me/
Jazz Hip Hop can you hear it? Waiting for the breakdown/ Do you feel It/
The echoes of Pete Rock and DJ Krush are in the air, a dance house of history, Bling to Swing, a playful soundtrack creaking in my ear/
Downtempo grooves guide our feet, Drums thumping, bumping/
Upright bass grounding our soul/
Melodic piano loops drifting, Chords and chromatic notes shifting/
Herbie Hancock to D’Angelo, From Prince’s Crown funk to our very own, Soulful loops, Jazzy Keys, Miss Anderson wants to sing if you please/
Tempos shifting, HI/high/treble/Top/ 85 BPM, 104 BPM, feel that ebb and flow, man, the sumptuously smooth journey unfolds/
Afro Beats and Deep House collide/
listen, baby, I ain’t talkin no playboy jive/
City lights shine bright
Streets buzz with a rapid pace
Manila’s heart beats
In glossy print, a figure bold
Trump’s saga spun, both hot and cold
With fervent cheers and quiet jeers
A symbol now of positive years
© daniel miltz
Heart Rate, Pulse Rate, Blood Pressure
My heart rate, my
pulse rate, my
blood pressure admit
now and then of
a little gossip about
local trollops.
the couple no longer heard the music
bodies knew what to do,
they were undressing each other with their eyes
unaware of anyone else,
reacting to pulse of the wild
You never know
you may possess the eternity gene
the one that morphed from mundane into miracle.
It would seem wonderful... at first
you'd become a star
you tube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
the envy of the universe....
delayed pulse of a curse
You've outlived a million wives
10 million houses
100 million friends
chained to a chain of your children's funerals
a million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation
and no longer look at the darkening sky-
you are blind,,,to the possibility of ever meeting God
you pray for the blessing of a death. never to come
you'd eventually be pitied as a freak
treated as a leper
to be avoided at all costs
chained to life for eternity
a never-ending cosmic flaw.
If you care an inkling, you wouldn’t behave the way you do!
If you care,
If you care,
You be here, with me, now !!
Let me see what you’re doing,
Let me see what you’re doing,
Let me see what you’re doing,
Now!!!
Fruits of my labor,
Is never enough,
Never enough,
Feel like I’m not enough!
Take a ride,
With the window down,
Drown in the ocean air,
Discover yourself beneath sea,
See what you are.
A burn out pulse
A burn out pulse
A burn out pulse
There’s no substitute for life.
I find myself,
seduced by yearnings.
I’m flourishing here,
contemplating sin.
I’ve nothing to do
when I’ve nothing but time.
I’m reusing solitudes -
they’ve become ragged.
What’s the answer then?
Should I seal my girly heart,
engage in uncaring kisses
like it’s ‘casual friday’ -
connive brief excitements
- just to feel a pulse?
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