Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes
Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes
Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks
Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing
Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious
Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes
Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh
Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes
Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...
Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints
But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..
Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling
ENVIRONMENT
entrenched
ancient
a songlike
environment
concealed
then
discovered
literally
to illustrate
the
delights
now focused
once forgotten
once silent
now
underlined
an exchange
slicing
spilling
liquid light
to reflect
this vein
of landscape
so
ravishingly
clad
to
climb
the
hillside
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
After being bitten by a ravishingly hot Alien,
My body’s now host to her aphrodisiac Blood,
This tale is Cautionary to lustrous Vampires,
For indeed will not do your manhood any good,
I’ve become a guy of debauchery and Trickery,
A specialist in female vampish Abduction,
Just one drop of my venom, their Paralysed,
And Halloween is perfect for toxic seduction,
Unaware when I kiss them I’m actually Feasting,
But Diabolical side effects, take a pointed toll,
When finished must get home before sunrise,
Damn coffin lid won’t close, needs a glory hole.
Halloween Challenge Poetry Contest
10/21/2020
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
10 word challenge in order
stated below,
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alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed ,Halloween, feasting, diabolical
I have no Lord!
I'm in no God!
Oh, I'm the punishment of the opened pains,
the cursed in the blessed world for the bragging
here in the inn of heart
the holy wine glass
filled with burning coal;
I drink it ravishingly as well as ravenously
I'm going to die
death kisses me mirthfully
I regain the life of humiliation
Oh, no mortification of thought
cuddling me
here I'm the me, Sin Refugee
wandering port to city
known to unknowingly
no home I make
on the dew of arum leaf
shining more than rising sun
but after a while much burn
I'm in the burned heart
burning odour I'm in the ghost
likely most living in death
-27/11/19 CTG, BD
Doesn't she look beautiful?
With blood cracking on her lips,
While crystals flow as she weeps
Brightly leaving traces on her scrawny cheeks,
Eyes puffed-- lack of sleep for a week
Isn't she ravishingly adorned?
With apparent rope marks on her delicate nape,
Bruises like the purplish color of grape,
Knife marks-- old and new-- layered on her wrists
Calloused hands, dry and clenched fists.
Doesn't she look appealing?
With dried clear saline outlining her face,
Hair that never speaks of glory nor grace
Bloodshot eyes blankly staring at the ceiling,
Body laying flat on the coffee-stained flooring.
Tonight she's ravishingly
resplendent
with a leaf-shaped
emerald pendant
there on her bosom like
a greenish knife
dangerously poised
at her throat,
at her life!
When first I peered deep into her eyes,
My heart was completely besieged,
By her colour, her trance, her all in between,
Her book I would happily read,
So I steadied my ship, parked on a seat,
And looked at all that I liked,
And gazed at each little feeling of free,
Yet her book stayed closed through the night,
And when I awoke all I could see was her glow,
Her book cover was all I required,
Her beautiful free, emotive kiosk,
While her page would not open wide,
This ravishingly gorgeous beautiful girl,
She displayed a beautiful show,
But I never opened and read in her book,
Who she is I never will know.
Attractive elegance,
Oozing with appeal,
Femininely bewitching,
Evoking fragrances
Embracing beauty,
Trumpet-shaped blooms,
Slim graceful body,
Filled with mystery
Intriguingly she sends,
Messages of love,
Without words,
She speaks,
Pulsating vibrations,
Emotions of passion,
Arousing gifts for life,
Awakening the soul,
Sparking and igniting,
Desires of energy,
Exciting exuberance,
Fresh in the morning sun
Ravishingly she thirsts,
Atmosphere intensifies,
Majestic red,
Flowers.
Wendy Jae
ALLUSION OF A FIRST TIME THIEF
Though every moment was ravishingly awesome and thrilling.
Just like a sobbing child under the warm embrace of his mother.
That was a moment that sends pulse round my nerves.
That moment that I was short of words but just jerks in my waist
Every second was electrifying.
And every move so terrific
I may not be able to sound specific
As every spot was magnetic
But I must confess it all seem volcanic
Like the first hunt of a cub
To every chance it wanted to run
To him it was just a mere fun
But only the father knows when to turn
He the the master and also prolific
Was an ecstasy to sip the juice without a cup
Though seem like I wanted to rob
Taking few seconds to take a rub
Wasting no time to take a gulp
Still wish to pick straight from the pot.
But still settle for my lot
( FM CONCEPTUAL)
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Beyond traveling miracles of disbelief
Resides a current carrying a leaf
Echoed in caves ravishingly defined
Ablazed memories trailing behind
Topaz fields lingering mineral scents
Haikus of nature with concurring assents
Transcending divinity allured by magnets
Amorous affection drawn by dynamics
Katydids singing releasing sweet tones
Interconnected lattice covering a throne
Neems carrying fruit creates new life
Galvanic enthrall, an exquisite blithe
Date Written: March 11, 2016
Drenched in the infinite
Molded by the intricate
Unlimited distances
Traversed in an instant
Everyday appearances
Nothing is ever definite
Forever remaining defiant
And infamous
True and vibrant
Champion, triumphant
Blue heavens, unlimited and radiant
Stumbling upon scrolls of the ultimate
Let these words be the evidence
Sword and shield
Weapons and warriors
Soldiers and generals
Victory only means countless funerals
Glorious it is to die on the battlefields
What once was is no longer real
Human history is on a repeating hamster wheel
Angels and Devils
Hell and Heaven
The ugly and pretty
It all seems the same to me
Actions leading to pearls
Actions leading to perils
Angelic pen devilish pencil
Graffiti and poetry
Cemented into the seven pillars of my temple
Ravishingly raging rock n roller rapping rebel
Beautifully blowing bubbles
They could be heard across valleys with their screeching echo
Flailing above tree height they’d flock in their thousands - the Black Cockatoo
Like nature’s eclipse, they would descend in clouds; all great gangling wings
Flapping madly at each other, swaying this way and the other
A perch full of hysterics - oh ravishingly black
Black raucous baffling broils of beak n feathers and
Snapped off sticks and nuts that crack and pop from
Ancient giants tall
All crowded in crowns hanging and swinging and larking about
A jest from the nest, others cuddling n kissing
Fanning tail feathers – pretty
But now they fall, their numbers appal
Thrown out of their homes, death by starvation, another species lost
But who gives a toss…
A red tail feather once so common on the forest track
As we yearn for their call, the lone screeching echo
That haunts the valley floor
We no longer hear the vanquished
It’s only when they’ve vanished
Will we truly pray for these ebony eccentrics?
Of the Australian bush
28 August 2014
Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order
tonight she's
ravishingly
resplendent
a leaf-shaped
emerald
pendant
on her bosom
like a greenish
sharp knife
dangerously poised
at her throat
at her life!
Walk unpacified strides gently down the way
Moves unpredescented glides gently for the foray
Eyes locked,gaze in a lustful guise
Black gentility melange smiling eyes with a touch of topaz
Fingers tiny in a sexy set unison of a kind
Beautifully and wonderfully made
Longing to disappear
Flee with lips spitting "hi's"
The golden turn,smile of an angel
Oh,what a beauty Monalisa would chide from
Ravishingly raw wound with strewn muscles
Drew me closer than I ever thought
My erudite scholar won't you read me?
Read me like your long long array of books
Shelved and stashed away in places you alone can reach
I noticed you from go...
The day the mountain came to Mohammed
Ever,ever fresh in memory for keeps
As I'm carefully left alone to sort out
The left over of my thoughts
Would I ever let go of you?
I wonder
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