Downwind
of my perception
Upwind
before the fall
Immune
in my protection
From dullards
at the mall
The past
remains in focus
The future
but a myth
My words
fall out of judgment
Each phrasing
to enrich
To read
with understanding
To hear
beyond the din
To feel
beyond the senses
To love
beyond the rim
Released
without containment
On wings
not leased or loaned
Into
the inner sanctums
With time
— Goliath’s stone
(The New Room: June, 2025)
Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads.
Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds.
We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat.
Pirates sail to our harbours with their armour-filled fleet.
Predators of all kinds have filled our once lovely islands.
Where, once, flora and fauna flourished, wattles and burrs shake hands.
Our architectural castles seem to crack and collapse.
Dilapidated sanctums of temples reveal time's lapse.
Archaeologists try to explore our mausoleums.
They find noxious inland Taipans in murky museums.
Dogs bite their masters; cats, like tigers, cull their lords with claws.
Cows, bulls, and goats butt, stamp, and pin their herders for no cause.
Arrogance and aggression emblazoned by humankind
Their hearts and minds by evil thoughts, words, and deeds are maligned.
This place too is made by God, I know, like other places.
But, to cut the heads of others, here, each one runs races.
Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
They crawl in a line
along the esplanade
between beachfront mansions
and the bay's indifference,
windows down, elbows out,
hands tapping on doors in time
to the doof doof base
pulverizing air and eardrums
inside their metal sanctums
of pure testosterone.
Throbbing engines ease them
along the street, slow
and deliberate as if to give
pedestrians time to admire
and take in such potency.
An occasional pump
on the pedal sends a roar
rasping out of twin exhausts
and stutters a squeal
of tyres announcing to the locals
and all gathered, the "boys"
are here.
Marooned in another era,
they seem oblivious
to the derision flung at them
as they pass, misinterpreting
a smirk for an approving smile,
the shake of a head a gesture
of wonder rather than a judgment
on how silly they look.
Their egos blaze like the sun
reflected in polished chrome.
When satisfied
they've given onlookers their fill
of metallic ****, they hang a left,
plant their foot
and in a wake of tyre smoke
and deafening noise, rocket off
back to their own private planet,
time frozen somewhere
in the exhaust filled clouds
on the far side of their minds.
Could I simply call it hell?
Wherein every evil dwell...!
Does there ring a constant knell?
Don't matters midst men go well...?
Dormammu ruled Multiverse,
By bitterness turns a curse;
Strange, and yarrow-like itchy,
In which each cell gets pitchy...!
It's a game like games by gods,
When and where they win all odds;
Ant-man and wasps have been keen,
tricks of Kaecilius, seen...!
Rifts, trials, and tests, genuine,
Though seemed a heavenly sign;
Enters Wilkes in entire wrath,
Attacks sanctums in his path...!
Kaecilius breaks the spell,
Empowers himself as hell;
Beats, meters of mystic arts,
By this, does he break art hearts...???
Hooks and crooks, seen all around,
Rhythm does not round so sound;
In the dark, the world is drowned,
Will, now, Dormammu, get crowned...?
Umar, Clea, Piper Jack,
Like arrack-nuts soon get crack;
Lo, like the Constellations,
Frenzy freezes all nations...!!!
15 January 2023
Dark Dimension Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
We danced quickstep before the storm
my pups eager -- eyes wide
we raced in the rustling grasses
the early winds whispering beware to the trees
then the rushing air and the sky drumming began
the crows watched cawing hidden in the pines
the birds chirped and swore as the wind began to roar
the trees swayed and beat against each other’s limbs,
near the thundering waves of the east cliff drive
the ocean whipped its greenish blue hue into white foam
there is thumping on the roof now
as the ice blue sky becomes cobalt electric air
the birds grow quiet hiding in green sanctums
there is moaning, and a fearful snapping of the boughs
oh the howling winds
the dogs and I now silent in the house
in awe hiding in the most distant space
when ants are spotted
on dashboards… inner sanctums
...detailing expense
4/28/2018
Ode To Dawn`
Leaden mist among the trees
The Sun has yet to rise
Night birds whisper ...gentle pleas
In lieu of raucous cries
Scarlet leaves release their grip
So long so tightly bound
in silent drift and grace they slip
Through morning mist to dewy ground
Furtive glimpses of furry phantoms
astir in boughs of branches high
peeping out from treetop sanctums
Neath Milky Way And starlit sky
Roseate glow begins to grow
In the East…’pon the horizon
And so will end this morning's show
With Mother Nature’s kiss
‘Pon the rising mist
…`And a new day’s Sun arisin’...
Dense implosion of infinite desire
Dead to the sensual stirrings
Events search
Stretch for eager horizons
Blackness
Blackens the mood and raises spirits
Times spaces
Interregnums of intense longing
Hang limply on half uttered words
Pleading eyes call to the stars
Summon the traveling muse
Half dead moons and resurrecting galaxies
Milky in ways you cannot imagine
Gravity
Pulls with inimitable redoubt
Rotating doors of wondrous probing
Earth fire is molten
Baking the inner sanctums
Raising internal set points
Feverish flourish of action
Gyrating to the fulsome Rhumba
Peppering staccato of Saturdays
Dancing delirious
Exorcising gargantuan ghosts
Of tall imposing dreams
O you, the definition of beauty
my eyes only know
and I, the book of gaiety
your feelings only fathom.
I don’t feign to say
what we know about lovers
ask these deaf resonant walls
their echoes have much to say.
Against which many crashed their heads
attire fully drenched in tears
but dumb were all the speakers
and blind were all the seers.
Ask all the locked doors
ask those closed sanctums
in which many slept forever
with a poison phial laid aside.
The water slid from their eyes
on the pages of myth and history
accounted the abstruse story
of a short human life.
Ask those daggers and rapiers
that tore many dry throats
and lacerated the noble feelings
of many wet and innocent hearts.
Nevertheless they cannot elucidate
the reason behind this torrent
because they don’t fathom the tongue
the tongue that love speaks!
DOOM AT DUSK
Life is a series of random rooms
Dens of delight
Quarters of quiet in the night
Nests of nativity
A refuge of relativity
Sanctums of serenity
Chambers of change and chagrin
All the rooms we members have been within
Life is who you are placed in those rooms with
People of pleasure
Folk of fantasy to treasure
Men too mighty to measure
Women too flighty and levitated by leisure
Those with goals irrelevant
Those with possessions extravagant
Those of particular consequence
Those who make no particular sense
People as per their particular pretense
People who weather the wood of white picket fences
Men whose deities are defenses
Women who wear white when they ought not
Men who make a woman’s pleasure their plot
Life is who enters and exits those rooms
With lies
With goodbyes
With a fare thee well
Or a may thee go to hell
And oh how I do too oft regret the contractions that cast off my original room
Life is what happens after exiting the womb
To breathlessly enter room after room….
From dusk unto doom
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
And who's to blame??? Riding supernovas trail across the celestial sky ~
Escaping the realities of which always fill these, my weary eyes....
Wishing to make a heart smile and or to brighten anothers spirit; inside
Bringing hope in a world cracked to be broken unto its cerements core
Wherein the majority of life truly do not live at all; not really!?
Painting with pastels dipped into fragrant oils amid these sanctums
Ointments, to cover the sores within this lingering mask of death....
Trapped aneath its box of misfit dreams; as lights continue to fade away
In a hand full of sand upon this shore; existence, slipping into the sea?!
Tainted; lives struggling everyday to grasp but another breath of fresh air
Gathering a morsel of food upon their empty and ofttimes, poisoned plates
To awake without a dream that none of them have ever seen; these....
***************************************************************
....“Supernova Skies” *
DOOM AT DUSK
Life is a series of random rooms
Dens of delight
Quarters of quiet in the night
Nests of nativity
A refuge of relativity
Sanctums of serenity
Chambers of change and chagrin
All the rooms we members have been within
Life is who you are placed in those rooms with
People of pleasure
Folk of fantasy to treasure
Men too mighty to measure
Women too flighty and levitated by leisure
Those with goals irrelevant
Those with possessions extravagant
Those of particular consequence
Those who make no particular sense
People as per their particular pretense
People who weather the wood of white picket fences
Men whose deities are defenses
Women who wear white when they ought not
Men who make a woman’s pleasure their plot
Life is who enters and exits those rooms
With lies
With goodbyes
With a fare thee well
Or a may thee go to hell
And oh how I do too oft regret the contractions that cast off my original room
Life is what happens after exiting the womb
To breathlessly enter room after room….
From dusk unto doom © 2012…..free cee!
For hundreds of years you've
manage to stir up hearts and
make them flutter and fall in love.
Yes, even when we where willing
to walk away from the hurt? You somehow
made us want to stay anyway...You aimed your
arrow and somehow found the bulls eye on our hearts
with your message of love. Too much
for one person to bear...with your encrypted
message you have inscrolled upon our
hearts that make us stare like a silly little
puppy dogs in a window display. Damn, you
you Cupid! Oh, how I would like to purge my
soul of your relentless pursuit of this thing called love!
This is my final notice to you Cupid! Keep thee out of the
matters of my heart, unless you wish to feel the tip of your
very on own love arrow pierce the inner sanctums your very own heart!
I know not how to guard a timid heart
from capture by the reckless wanderer,
to close it from emotion, keep apart
the helpless and the cunning conqueror.
I have not an impenetrable wall
prohibiting your entrance, have no shield
deflecting glances meant but to enthrall –
you challenged, I was all too quick to yield.
I search not inner sanctums for the will
to distance this temptation; seek not might
to hardened spirit be; look not to kill
the swell, the flames the kisses would ignite.
Resigned as such to this, the sweet demise
to never hide beneath such thin disguise.
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