Written: June 02, 2024 For Tania Kitchin Contest
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I'm
At ease
fortunate
frolicking balls
no need to be scared
drive the life thoroughfare
with each fact stacking in grace
surely, don't run insane or wound
rivet mirth and carry the waves peak
dear friends who just invigorate my life.
Neck pulsating, close shave shines over whiskers
Stiff collar pressure, raced anticipation simmers
Key twist intrigue spurs engine's orange rage
Needle throws redline on wide torque gauge
Jaw rigid, fingers grip cockpit lethal leather wheel
G-force grabs chest, insolent beast thrusts surreal
Monster inflamed incredulously adheres to tar
Salivating lion's ravenous rumble has zero par
Ripping up bitumen, sardonic responsive tyres rivet
Road shred's exhausted under rocket fume exhibit
Airtight capsule, caramel cow hide hugs tamer
Eardrums hum, a hundred mile Hyundai shamer
Brawny tawny gold, hot bonnet chrome flashdance
Purrs her melting eclair aerodynamic performance
Pride's pilot elevated by moorish horizon hunts
Hungry headlights still prey with stealthy stunts
30th July 2022
Written for Contest: Joy
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Is it a sherbert day?
Any day is
for our particolored poet.
She waltzes in a mobile gown -
peaches and plums,
lemons and cotton candy pinks.
The rivet of cold sherbert
or lemonade stirred,
painted - her prismatic words
gently placed upon her plate.
we gobble them up or slow down
to catch the crystal shake -
the windchime of her mind.
2/28/2022
Cold wind blows through the winter trees
As snow like cottons covered the Streets,
And I was feeling the harsh cold breeze,
and let them rivet my anguish fragilities.
Bearing the rigors of life in the desire,
that one day my luminous of fate will radiant.
They gather in their buzzard nests
clustered in dry grey frazzled wastes
steel sticks to walk upon their footsteps
humming with metallic stilts
supported grid on artificial legs
their crude utilitarian structure
hang in groves above the chainsaw stacks
Buzzing across the forests
as their cables saunter
their arms outstretched
quietly immobile lurking in the distance
frames crisscross their anti-nature
by rivet and construction artifact
through the mountains
over hills advancing stagnant
Silently is in their interference
high tension of Guglielmo Marconi
affecting some strange unfathomable sickness
distortions through auras energy
is their invisible electrical disturbance
and living with them is notoriously dangerous
Hopscotch and crossword their generator
puzzle to whom
where from
where to
follows you all the motorway home
to the click of a switch
down the side streets and back out of sight
their invisible mile and kilometer
and their arid blight
the digital clicking cash collecting of J.P. Morgans meter
connected by conductivity's twisted fiber
and living in the nightmares of Nikola Tesla
Education isn’t vain for any child
school process, biting for both as the peeling of onions
intelligence is sad, looks and shrugs
the mind of this young chap is a busy compound
trying its best to catch up but still staggers
how can this sleepy brain be made to get tingly?
how can we manage its pace from start to final?
using the tactics of other tutors, a platitude
as some water this growth in the box of chivalry
from previous handlers, this development they rivet
no child is born with the gene of a block head
so let’s come together to make him the star he’s meant to be.
Of Life and It's Fever
It's only a frog's step away--
Such a leap forward,
As put forth by a disciple of motion.
Yet the earth spins
Let there be no distraction this day:
No clouds to obscure the sun--
or the brain.
The partners dance on and on.
How freely they stomp and step!
How loosely they spin!
There is rhythm in unexpected places,
And the earth spins.
Frogs follow the cycle of life;
We would emulate them if we could.
But for us there is only an arrow
Which drives through day and night,
Eating up the years with passion
And pride. Thus is the dance,
Thus is the rivet in the wall.
Thus is gladness and gloom.
Two hours before sunset
My study commence
To the table n' chair, I rivet
My green-blue orbs
Trying to absorb
The itsy-bitsy letters
printed on the papers
After one & half hour
I loose my power
I shift n sit on the bed
With all my books to read
After some more minutes
My legs extend
N finally it's time to sunset
Below the horizon, as the sun goes
Shutter of my orbs, also close
My books turns into Lordess
Magically, of wisdom & knowledge
My head on her lap
With soft n heavenly hand
She was fondling that
Showering glitzy stars from sky
Other worldly n silvery
She sings lullaby
Through her silken lips
N I fall into a deep sleep
14March 2018
Poetry contest -Lullaby in the sunset
Sponsored by -Vermillion Scythe
she set a polish to the brass pipes
with a careful hand she worried them
hours like a silent moving contemplation
she worked her way from one end of
the massive machine to the other
knowing every rivet
every dent and scratch
the hot steam leaving a sheen of sweat on her
the machines labored breathing filled her ears
alive to her she spoke to it
in a loving soft whisper
she felt the gauges and levers
with the familiarity of mother and child
knew its every creak and groan
with the heart of unconditional loving care
a steam engine is a living thing
a breathing feeling entity
a life of brass for bone
coal fire for a heart
powerful
deep
living
it loved her as much as she loved it
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I admire those who have the gift,
The ability to rivet one's mind by way of words
Word play in fact.
Although, there are many ways to describe it
It is a gift in every sense;
It was given, by a higher power
It is unwrapped, a talent which grows and develops over time
However, the occasion to which this gift is obtained is not quite clear
It is a truly beautiful thing,
This gift.
Ocean breezes
Torrent waves
Fields of wildflowers
Blown away
Heart of gold
Peace of mind
But part of you left behind
Alone in a world savaged by fear
Now inked away to make it here
To be the goddess so unaware
You're still gazing into a broken mirror
Clouded by fear and liquid hate
She forced you there
She set you straight
To see yourself through bleary eyes
Through those of an unsatisfied life
But now you've come so far
With one last step to take
Rivet the mirror
Set it straight
To you
Union is an unwanted monster
Your love is at war
Strife over a small matter
This is your manner
Matrimony should be harmony
Cloud of malice is not like eye-candy
Should be erased as a useless memory
To give a room to a definite harmony
In love
Half plus half make one only
As one plus one are solely
For the collation of two contrary persons
Become an only person
For halves to rivet to become a one
Understanding, admitting they're one
And to forgiving
And forgetting
With neither a prattle nor prompt
For all living are bound in fault
And it's not a syndrome of disease, but inherent
For love is a prime number
For one increase is prime and flower
Sincerity makes a prime matrimony
As eyes are prime to the body.
Small particle may erase anxiety and affliction
Give thanks for small things for they can bring a grin.
My memory flashes back on my most horrific nightmare…
Again, I find myself in rivet of this excruciating pain
With emaciated body, I totter to my wheelchair
Holding my paintbrushes and glass paints
Dogged enough to finish the portraits of my agonizing tale.
It’s so hard to clear up my hazy mind
Like smoked glasses- a canvas which I need to dust…
As my tears seek its way to dry
My fine hair drops at every strand
While these paint brushes of mine sweeps so fine.
My mother is so old… now alone with me
Can’t sing long lullabies anymore,
Can you sing for me?
Please put me into deep slumber
To dream that this nightmare sets me free
As I fervently pray and cling tightly to Thee.
My memory riffles through my agonizing tales one at a time
Peeking through a fizzled hope, then I see the light
As all smoked glasses are with colorful paints now
My fragile and emaciated body begin to rise
Anchored by my indomitable spirit, pale skin starts to blush
And my hair grows even more robust than pinctober’s thymes.
©2015Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Oct. 3, 2015 6.25pm
I sink my hands into the ledge of a shore,
wheezing gentle ripples form;
Order disarranged.
Curious- curious as I became something e l s e
Drifting flakes of myself,
Kalaiedoscopic
Like tiny spot in a grain
Within this moment
High-speed prisms of chaos
In russet and chrome, purple onyx emerge
Watching them spinning inside my chest
There is no reality, though.
I rivet along a sea
Daring the crest that wades, so impusively,
Existence rubbing my flesh, as I sink my hands into the ledge of a shore.
Get Your Scissors Out: Cut-Up Poems/Word Collage
For Charlotte Puddifoot
While everything now is lighted
While everything has thrilling light effects
A long-time companion in the dark has been shortsighted
A gushing firefly light has so much to reflect
A child in this generation can only read from books
The marvel that a firefly brings
Curiosity makes them wonder, a chance to have a look
To spark in their eyes, a bare luminescence from its abdomen
Out of nowhere, a firefly came surprisingly
It fluttered and alerted a child’s excitement
It flew around emitting signals dashingly
Trying to communicate with enchantment
The child gloriously welcomed his visit
To the extent of catching and keeping him
The unexpected showing is something to rivet
To see a multitude of them is now a child’s wildest whim
In a few minutes, both have a wonderful time
The firefly looked like a fairy in the night
The spark that glimmers like a tiny lamp is sublime
The child named him Jack, as the evening’s first light
17 December 2013
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