It beckons, this chalice of night,
brooding beneath the limpid film
of gossamer and stolen light.
It preys, this chalice of night,
on satiations longing need
to quaff, to quench, a darkened seed.
It’s curse, this chalice of night,
it’s emptiness a lunar arc
that starts and ends as fluid dark.
It holds, this chalice of night,
a taste of sanguine revelry’s
moonlit curse of devilry.
©1/20/2022
The Chalice of Night Poetry Contest
Categories:
satiations, dark, drug, evil,
Form: Verse
Dusty Rain
Puffs of random promise coldly awaken the hope of droughts thirsty ticket holders.
Parched dust joins in pig-like, snout in the trough, dry tongued greeting.
Satiations mud bath ensues
leaves rub their hands together
cupping cool water
soothing the screaming roots.
Flowers lean back
rinse their colored tresses
rejoice in the trickle
of renewal.
Worms lay – Cleopatra-like -
self seeking mud worshippers
freed from their dungeons.
Puddled streets shiny rainbow hues
search for the pot-o-gold
of street signs end.
Dandelions shake golden crowns
mimic the sun,
smile on the dream
of future days.
Garden Buddha,
licks stoic lips, smiles
cool trickles tickle his girth.
Thin groundhog sleeps
knowing his prized shoots
will soon be plenty.
Birds succumb
to the perfume of petrichor,
dance in fence top chorus line
to the dusty drum beat of
Spring rain.
6/5/2016
submitted to – ika-labing-tatlo(13th): Rain, Rain com my way – Poetry Contest
sponsor – binibining P.iNK
Categories:
satiations, rain, spring, water,
Form: Free verse
LOVE IS BLIND
Love is blind
that might explain all the groping,
the endless touching,
the constant need to get closer –
to whisper.
Love is blinded
by lust’s desire to gaze –
longingly - into the abyss
of a lover’s eyes,
fall weightlessly
through the stages of romance,
sleep in the scented dreams
of satiations pillows.
Love is blind
and in its blindness sees
only the object of its love,
believes only the words
of its Braille touch,
knows only the fulfillment
of itself.
Love is blind
to all but that which it seeks,
knows only what it senses
in the heat of the moment,
consumes only those who seek
its sightless beauty.
3/30/2016
submitted to – Cliché – Poetry contest
sponsor – Silent One
Categories:
satiations, love,
Form: Free verse