stars revere the rising sun and bow out of sight,
refractory shadows lift, revealing rays of light,
illuminating, misty, ruffled, canopies on trees,
rippling waters humming, in the gentle morning breeze,
sacred song birds, fill the air, in a choral litany,
beneath a dome, a colorful horizon, splattered vividly.
Date: July 27, 2022
For: Bite Size Poem No.50 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
No placement
From the drizzling silver of yearning night,
mesmeric flotilla of fervor on moonbeam
sails through the aperture of your window,
anchoring on the swan-winged bedspread.
The diaphanous ivory of your sparkling skin,
radiates lavish patina of luminous longing,
blazes in the invisible flare of eros ember,
as the moonshine stokes the amorous fire.
As a fly enticed by consummating bonfire,
I waft to fondle luring sizzler of glowing you.
Lest I burn my lascivious probing passion,
I wear the refractory potholder of patience.
Written : May 9, 2020
November 17, 2022
For The Crap Shoot # 2 Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
From the drizzling silver of yearning night,
mesmeric flotilla of fervor on moonbeam
sails through the aperture of your window,
anchoring on the swan-winged bedspread.
The diaphanous ivory of your sparkling skin,
radiates supine patina of luminous longing,
blazes in the invisible flare of eros ember,
as the moonshine stokes the amorous fire.
As a fly enticed by consummating bonfire,
I waft to fondle luring sizzler of glowing you.
Lest I burn my lascivious probing passion,
I wear the refractory potholder of patience.
May 9, 2020
Contest : The Potholder
Sponsor : Craig Cornish
For Brian Strand's Contest All Yours (Jun 23)
AUDIBLE HORRIBLE
hearing paddling away
think silence bouquet
PALETTE TRAGIC
taste creel caught
meals easier bought
EMOTIONAL REVERSAL
warship bombards feelings
cheaper dental drillings
OLFACTORY REFRACTORY
smell setting sail
restroom odors bail
VISUAL PITIFUL
eyesight in lifeboat
memorize your remote
LOGIC FROLIC
mind barge bound
serenity island found
... CayCay
October 19, 2018
(written for contest)
I have been called a sex god
It has been said that
I radiate an aura of pure sexuality
I stopped telling my friends stories of my exploits years ago
Because they don't believe me
For instance
My last lover was a 54 year old paraplegic actress
I once gave a girl dozens of orgasms within a single minute
And can reproduce this feat at any time on any woman
Every inch of my body is fantastic
Like a machine fine-tuned for sexual pleasure
My sex drive is monstrous
Unending
Makes me crazy
I only stop to smoke cigarettes once every few hours
And I don't have a refractory period
All this is true
I'm probably a nymphomaniac
But it doesn't matter
Because I hate people
Because I hate dating
Because I have nothing to prove
Because the cosmos are indifferent
Because economizing sex disgusts me
I'm generally quiet
Try to keep a low profile
But inside
a Martian sex dragon
Breathing passion and lust
Inside
Roaring madly alone, tortured
Clawing at my skin
Chomping on my bones
Gnashing on my brain like a chew toy
I pretend not to care
I like to think it doesn't have an affect on me
But it is me
And I hate it
And I love it
Watching the sunlight shatter
and regroup to sliver again
in refractory bliss across the bay
evening shadows lengthen
and the kaleidoscope pixies
play across my eyes
while the silent hiss of suns' set
under rose and lavender skies
etches my life.
Ogden Nash once penned us
On our social status
Thus: "Men don't make passes
At girls who wear glasses."
But picture his surprise
Should he suddenly arise;
How much it would astound,
So much now's turned around?
It sure would give him pause,
What fires men today; 'cause
Now they aim their passes
At girls with big asses!
Forget glasses! No girl
Gives men any quarrel
Because of that old vex:
Refractory index.
Today, no ifs or buts,
Her big rear end is what's
All their lust's focused on.
Somehow, though, it must dawn
On her, also, to infer;
Maybe he delights her.
Whatever...some 'ass' is
Sure to gaze through her glasses
In hopes to reach her heart
Before her butt end part.
He'll stare into her eyes
And pray that she complies.
Must Ogden Nash today
Revise his saw to say
That, "Men don't make passes
At girls with small asses?"
We, the lolling masses,
Must view all these asses.
We shake our heads and muse,
What's our next sex abuse?
Death,
An awakening approach,
Destructive constant, obstructive refluence,
Refractory parallax or pantomorphic assistive,
A paper chase, paragenesis phallic worship.
Work of the eyes is done, now
go and do heart work
on all the images imprisoned
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Crucible: A severe test, as of patience or belief; a trial.
and
A vessel made of a refractory substance such as graphite or porcelain, used for melting and
calcining materials at high temperatures.
therefore
marriage is a severe test of our belief in each other
and ourselves
requiring
patience for change
acceptance in giving
life giving opportunity to be oneself
a test of patience with repetitive mistakes and fear
a trial
a life trial
moving forward with knowledge
and heartbreak
a vessel then strong enough to withstand the heat of love
and time
where we melt together
again
again
again
we become fugitives in our
own outlets when the law
has put us to shame and
unnecessary blame
we violenly revolt like refractory
horses,its such a cruel shame
who the runnaways are,elegory
like shakeshere in that windy tempest
himself,than miranda,the category
of africas aggrevation is unclassified
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