I thought:
why not write a love poem,
everyone is doing it,
how hard can it be?
First, I need a woman
(let's not drag my wife into this exercise),
a pet dog or cat perhaps.
Maybe some sexual content
(best to rule out the dog and cat).
Once I wrote about a certain flower
remarking upon its sprays of golden showers,
some smart ass wrote back asking
if I knew what the term 'golden showers' meant?
Got me thinking.
Probably need romantic sensitive moments
under moonlit glitzy stars -
pursed lips slurping up sticky passions.
What I got is a nice wife and a dopey-eyed dog,
just about enough I reckon.
Categories:
remarking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A girl named Sky,
always hoped to fly high.
Her aura was as white as the clouds
and her light could brighten the darkest of clouds.
You could always see her spark,
even in the dark,
The color of her eyes was as deep blue as the Pacific ocean;
her skin, aureus
and her mind, elysian.
The blush on her cheeks
and the way her eyes speak,
nothing was imperfect about her.
The dawn began to encapsulate
as she slowly began to achromatize
When the cerulean dawn approached,
her glazing heart began to dwindle;
evanescing somewhere in the mountains.
Gradually the golden light ceased and became stygian,
but you could still see her rhinestone bracelet shining from somewhere in the middle of the dark,
remarking on her presence of still being there,
but somewhere far away with an everlasting spark.
Categories:
remarking, poetry, sky,
Form: Free verse
“The moon’s vision of humanity
Was something that it once desired
Tinkle, swoouf, it pondered
As it’s luminescence gazed at its prodigious oceans
The defunct dissection of the body fell into silence as it glanced back
Clish, clash, it wavered
It’s fluorescence gestured odiously
Enraging it’s radiance with envy
Woosh, clasps, oceans grew in his incensed intention
It never had a society that walked on its ground
A place, that humans recall home
stomp, clasp, It thought
Oceans trickled with peril as the moon grew its waves
Slash, sloosh, the clutter that pollutes the water clustered against its weight
The moon then rebounded; remarking the objects
Sling slang, swoosh, oceans sang it's mercy
It’s reminiscence then discerned the cunning truth
“The grass always seems greener on the other side”
Categories:
remarking, community, conflict, confusion, discrimination,
Form: Other
I’m in no way prejudiced she said
But that one is white and that one is mixed
Skin color prominent in her head
Always remarking on it; her mind fixed
Categories:
remarking, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
Socially unorganized, I place critics down a size
Standing with preferred confidence gave me insight
Partially adapted from the root of fear
I sometimes hear my inner voice remarking that my time is near
Position to overcome challenging courses
By altering our contained nature to make stronger choices
Often at the mill I witness the loud of noises
I either adjust or continue breathing in the poison and drown in my salty ocean
Maybe tears can be manufactured through happy times
Is it weird I fake my laughter through your own surprises
Some may question my ability to think and process
I reveal the sources to my brightened conscience
Assemble the many gears we set in stone
Ever wonder what's it's like to be thrown?
My past creates a memory lane for me to see
I rather improve my empathy willing to still believe
In love with a spirit because I glance swiftly while there is no in sight
Passport to find true family as I hunch over my seat, in hopes to discover actual happiness during a safe flight
Categories:
remarking, imagery, light, missing, political,
Form: Prose Poetry
The night has come, and the elegance begins.
Everyone arrives, dressed in their finest;
Some who resemble royalty waltz in,
Many people remarking to them, "your highness."
They gather around to socialize and converse;
Most of them complement each other on their looks.
Then all of a sudden the band plays a song without a single verse;
Every being in the room becomes quite shook.
With every note and sound played, everyone becomes mesmerized.
The song that is played I don't quite know how to pronounce.
Everyone is taken aback.
All the worries in the room have suddenly been denounced.
Then a giant demon come out of the tomb.
Give me happiness.
I feel as if my tears are spurring
Eat me I want you to eat me.
I have no meaning in this world.
Give me black eyeliner
I ran out the other day
I need to eat it.
Categories:
remarking, adventure, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form: ABC
wandering the rooms of the art gallery was bliss
and soon, I found myself in the rooms of Gothic and Renaissance
I could just fall into the frames and become part of the paintings
the beauty is tragic and beautiful, the colors sublime
his eyes follow me and whisper- come my beauty
a painting of a man, I stand staring at it
his dark eyes are fathomless pools- I am drawn to him
I could l o v e this man within a frame, old
I want to stroke his long, soft raven hair
kiss his full lips and hands-
breath life into his body . . .
then he reaches out for me . . . all I have to do is take his hand
within a gilded frame at the art gallery, a handsome raven haired man
kisses the ruby lips of a beautiful woman, who is weeping
many pass, remarking on how beautiful and in love the couple are . . .
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April 26, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Within A Gilded Frame
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 782-911-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Free Verse On Love
sponsor, Laura Loo
Second Place
Categories:
remarking, art,
Form: Free verse
*Entry for Gail’s “Sandcastles by the Seashore” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
Categories:
remarking, childhood, sea,
Form: Free verse
and the whole time that the big family meal had been going on
sister went to pass the bowl of Manwich, but brother, being the
vegetarian now (having changed so since leaving the nest to college)
shook his head slowly with food in his mouth (salted baby Yukon Golds) &
sister scanned the rest of the table when her cousin (the attractive lawyer who moved to LA) threw up her hand remarking that she’d like some, sister who never liked her
“hot” cousin who never passed up a moment to rub her success in the face of everyone, replied “oh, i didn’t know that you did sloppy seconds---“
Categories:
remarking, life, cousin,
Form: Free verse
Stay now with me , and listen to my sighs,
Bidding me to drain the curse and know it all.
Feigned that I spake ill of thee,
As to who beholds two currents thwart amid
the fluctous profound.
Pass , pass upon your way , for
I grow never old...and townward take to their
whirring flight. That o'er the green
cornfield did pass as I trembled.
Remarking how ill we are ; all
dissembled.
Hands, that the rod of empire might have
swayed, in one long yelllow string wound.
Tell how they lived and died
not heeding to the blight.
Dying in distant music, even as it came...
upon the fated night , gloomy encompassing
thee around.
And in the green underwood and cover, up ,
from the mystic play of shadows twining
and twisting as if they were alive...
Mindful the while that thus time flies for you,
That I myself was not more whimsical. Burning
more truely as it dwells, than
where the lights scatter amid two voices.
And all else is silent & perfect
with my choices.
Categories:
remarking, angst, art, devotion, fantasy,
Form: Free verse