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Sundown splendor
on colorburst sky,
horizon holds the pallet,
twilight brush paints
on landscape undulating,
golden gleam superposed
by darkening shades of grey
on spreading shroud of silence,
as strata of diaphanous night fall
one after another.
The painting completed
by nature’s master strokes
in conformable artistic sequence,
spectral grandeur of stillness
transferred on the canvas,
color by color compliant,
layer on layer consistent,
creating a Monet.
October 31, 2018
For Brian Strand's Contest All Yours (Mar 14)
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Feeling the touch of emotion, the beginning,
finding the meaning of emotion, the end.
As they were superposed at the edge of my twilight time,
my mind started to sink at sunset, unexpressed.
After futile walk in clouded day with maddening crowd,
the meandering garden path I had lost,
searched for a hand to guide and show me the way
to the unknown roads destiny had paved, unwalked.
When the day’s last wind began to blow,
in the wasteland of the past, my shadow lengthened,
falling on the frail footprints buried under time’s dust,
while the roads to the future waited, unperceived.
I traveled through the torrent of the prevailing turmoil,
forgot the bridges left behind for someone burnt them.
I chose a different road and crossed the river ahead
on the bridge you cared to build for me, unpossessed.
The cycles of good times and of bad times,
cross-currents of contrast in skeptic mind’s confusion,
that cleared as the mist of the ancient doubts lifted,
I found the road ahead wasn’t at its dead end, untraveled.
Life’s stories written in time's tome of flowing continuum,
at the end of a sad chapter challenged me with perplexity,
to choose if I’d turn the page or close the book forever,
but I had decided to read on till I reach the end, unperturbed.
At the crossroads of the crowded compromises degrading,
and after silently traversing the loneliness of passion,
following the moonlit path of dreams I sauntered on,
rising from the dust, became a poet of purpose, obsessed.
October 11, 2020
Contest : A Poet's Duty
Sponsor : Beth Evans
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Changing The Mind's Diaper
My mind is clouded and I just had these thoughts
So much going on my head is constipated
Filled with prime everything I was taught,
The quantity is carried in my mind inflated
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
My eye takes in variety of knowledge's
Learnt from kindergarten to college
Mind's so full my head hurts my billions of nerve fibers
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
Whatever is put in my mind stays
Encapsulated with heavy loads preys
Remembering life's troubles, books, memories
A burdensome or laborious responsibilities
Quantity of material assembled or packed
Massed and weight supported by something
Forces to which a structure is subjected due
The "white matter", running out my ears on to my shoes
Changing The Mind's Diaper
My mind is clouded and I just had these thoughts
So much going on my head is constipated
Filled with prime everything I was taught,
The quantity is carried in my mind inflated
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
My eye takes in variety of knowledge's
Learnt from kindergarten to college
Mind's so full my head hurts my billions of nerve fibers
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
Whatever is put in my mind stays
Encapsulated with heavy loads preys
Remembering life's troubles, books, memories
A burdensome or laborious responsibilities
Changing The Mind's Diaper
My mind is clouded and I just had these thoughts
So much going on my head is constipated
Filled with prime everything I was taught,
The quantity is carried in my mind inflated
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
My eye takes in variety of knowledge's
Learnt from kindergarten to college
Mind's so full my head hurts my billions of nerve fibers
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
Whatever is put in my mind stays
Encapsulated with heavy loads preys
Remembering life's troubles, books, memories
A burdensome or laborious responsibilities
Changing The Mind's Diaper
My mind is clouded and I just had these thoughts
So much going on my head is constipated
Filled with prime everything I was taught,
The quantity is carried in my mind inflated
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
To superposed weight broadly
The forces to which a given object is subjected
Weight will lessen mind softly
Something that weighed down the mind or spirits
Took a load off her mind
Always carried his share of the load
The amount of deleterious microorganism, parasite, growth,
The quantity of material in my mind loaded
My problems big as boulders
Changing The Mind's Diaper
The amount of work that a person carries
Get a load off
Walking this walk, talking the talk
Substance present in my body
Measure viral load in the bloody
Called also burden head still rise
Brain of all vertebrates relative to body size
Weighs 3.3 lbs 1.5 kilograms empty, Oh my
2 percent of a human's body weight
Mind's so full my head hurts my billions of nerve fibers
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
The cerebrum makes up 85 percent of the brain's weight
86 billion nerve cells neurons — the "gray matter"
Changing The Mind's Diaper
Axons and dendrites my head hurts
Oh, what's the use
These neurons are connected
By trillions of connections, or synapses
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
You talk to yourself in your mind all the time hyper
Having a non-stop stream of thoughts – a mental monologue
Powerful impact on how we feel, head so full
Consists of unhelpful thoughts evil like a viper
Mind's so full my head hurts my billions of nerve fibers
My minds full I need to change my heads diaper
For contest: Changing The Mind's Diaper
Sponsored by: John lawless
04/06/18
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