There’s a rabbit in the backyard. I see it from a window in my loft. The housemates don’t see it— they are sleeping late. Frost covers the windshield of my car. The year is passing. Saturday it hit eighty degrees. Warm air gushes through a vent. Last night I sang seven songs. Patrons in the bar wanted more, but I went home to read. The song, a ballad, lives in my head. The bartender
said she loved me after I set the microphone down, as if I sang it for her. I’ve known her for years, O how the seasons have passed.
in solitude
The street where I live ends at a ravine and at a grove of trees. In the seclusions I seek, words and melodies play in my head. The housecat sits at my side when I sit down and listen to my muse. I give form to the lines channeled through me. The lines long to be shared.
of the quiet morning
One night I showed the bartender a poem. She said it spoke to her soul. There was music and beauty all around late at night and the soft glow of lights. Outside, a distant star. The next day, a rabbit came out of the woods and stood in the yard. I had seen it before.
a lingering voice
*braided haibun form
Myriads thronged seclusions to proclaim passion,
Endless breath, of Life words acts and desires,
Weary mortals seeking hopes,
From troubled vanities of passing vanities,
Countless hearts, seekers of all kinds,
From all religions of man's invention.
From idolatry, traditionalism,
Cultures of hoods and voods
To Christianity, Islam, Maoism, Judaism,
Shintoism, Eckanker, Atheism, Moralism,
And nameless isms of unequal translations
All in throng seeking truth in isms here and more
One, and only one knows the truth
He lives in hearts of human seekers
He lives.
Terminal velocity maximum thrill, always falling against my will,
Acceleration gives me a chill, supersonic speed but standing still…
Falling in love with just one look, my romantic desires by the brook,
An exotic escapade by the book, lavish lavender skies is all it took…
Falling into Oblivion beyond my control, lamenting life takes its toll,
Landing in a diminishing dust bowl, the decreasing of my silent soul…
Realities that mirror illusions, amidst fast binding fraudulent fusions,
Increasing speeds of idol inclusions, I’m sinking into secular seclusions…
Falling in dreams wide awake, viewing scenes as they slide and shake,
Jump into my mind and see it ache, fall into my heart and see it break…
Fast falling into the unknown, reaching now where the wind has blown,
I am the King who has lost his thrown, forever falling finite on my own.
May.27.2020
Falling Poetry
Sponsored by
Kai Michael Neumann
N/A for contest
In every weary word, there is a selfish storm,
Within a blinding blurred of a formless form…
Thoughts are lost amidst the negligent nights,
Tongues are tossed upon blasphemous bites.
Cloudy confusion arises from its sacrificial still,
As the able abeyant advises the wandering will…
The silence surrenders to the drowning deluge,
For the rain remembers to release in its refuge.
Where the idealized illusions come out to play,
The stigmatic seclusions dormant in disarray…
Whirl winding whispers decay in the distance,
Amongst tangled twisters of raging resistance.
Nov.19.2019
Disarray Poetry
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
N/A for contest
Your honey drips in baths of blue,
with seductive scapes set to woo,
Arousing aroma stimuli arise anew,
A vixen voluptuous Venus to subdue…
Mane of a lioness suave and soft,
provocative perspiration sent aloft…
With erotic eyes that capture oft,
sensuous seclusions within her loft…
With lips that taste like wicked wine,
quixotic quenching of the venom vine…
Bodacious breasts in their combine,
permeable performance will entwine…
The Orbs of passion ambiently attend,
risqué rituals of a burning biting blend...
Carnal kisses upon a salacious suspend,
gravitational goosebumps will ascend.
Nov.09.2019
Goosebumps Poetry
Sponsored by: Delilah Ventura
Placed 3'rd...Plus POTW...Thank You
In the aura of love my heart hinders,
All that is left is my strength of sorrow,
Where livid lamenting turns to cinders…
Veneration embracing the morrow.
Like a weeping willow my tears cascade,
Over ten thousand years will come to pass…
My thoughts of you slowly fearfully fade,
Only the strength of sorrows keep their mass.
Incidental idyllic illusions,
Falling upon my magniloquent mind…
Amidst woeful weakness of seclusions,
Stagnant statues of sorrows left behind.
Within a state of submissive supine,
An empath of love where sorrows confine.
Strength of Sorrow…Theme
10 Syllables per line
July.26.2019
17 is the Lucky Number -
Rhyme Poetry
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Background music by...
Two Steps From Hell
'Heart of Courage'
Thomas Bergersen
Invincible 2010
With male virtual voice
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Syncopated Soul
Voices of reason transfixed by treason, a heart murmurs in the cold
Echoes of depletion of a heart in lesion, a face in the mirror gets old
The love escaped and ravenously raped, a tired tear turns to mold
Where darkness dwells and sorrow swells, walking with a blindfold
Life a drowning drain of a punitive pain, a wailful lost in a whirlpool
With a destiny in detain a sacrificial stain, a transposable trivial tool
Shadows of silence in deific defiance, a master and his menial mule
Where winds are rampant and emotions fragment, a cunning cruel
I’ve always known and often shown, existence of a fermented futile
As I stand alone a despondent drone, spewing words a crying crucial
Idol illusions of seditious seclusions, my thoughts begin to be fruitful
Standing at the edge of time a new paradigm, a poetic pensive pupil.
Music by Sinamore~'Frozen Mile'
Sept.11.2018
Second Chance for the Unloved Poem
Sponsored by: Jesse Rowe
N/A for contest
Solitude by the Reverie
What is a rose, that’s not been held?
adorned or gazed upon…
What are hands that haven’t been touched?
caressed or kissed…
What is a slow beating battled heart?
fragilely fettered flaccid…
What is a smile standing still?
seduced by simulated seduction…
~
What is a life lived without love?
a staccato shattered symphony…
What is the wind without direction?
a cognitive dissonance dessert dust…
What are eyes that cannot see a face?
inept illusions of silent seclusions…
What is a soul without love’s embrace?
a sailing solitude sequestered and scorned.
May.30.2018
Free Verse Only
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Jumping to conclusions
Reinforces your illusions
That the way things are
Are how they shouldn’t be.
To avoid any confusions
Or suspicions of delusions
Some investigation
Seems to be the key.
Then you’ll find, to the exclusions
Of some paranoid collusions,
That the things you thought
Are not exactly true…
So be sure that such inclusions
Happen fast before seclusions
Are the punishments
That wait in store for you.
It is better to have loved
and lost
than to never have loved at all - - - - -
You then get to taste
the full spectrum of emotions
that define us
as human beings.
The highs of being in love
to depths of breakup
Joys of companionship to
reflections of loneliness
Exhilarations of a relationship
envelope mildest hours,
trespass upon sanctities
of heartiest seclusions
dripping by lackluster
innuendos perplexed within
tripping feelings surpassed
by joys of indulgences
tempered with illuminations
of times past.
Can there be no perils at the gate
Or, are we not men of fate.
Can our eyes not shut-
Without the alarm of being lost.
Have we not fed from a plate
Or, drunk from a crate.
Have we not had the day together
Or, watch the night for another.
Did we not know our distinct philosophies,
And yet tell common stories.
Did we not sweat for our diverse ideas,
And still smile on common grounds.
Did we not vent our spleen-
For the ***** snow that leaves our homes unclean.
But, did we still not see to its end-
With our undying blend
Why the unkind treats,
The braconid feats,
The stew seclusions,
And even parasitic-ending of our owns
Have we not had this place-
To our own base.
Had we not been-
To oversee every being.
Are we no more peoples-
That had the grounds by ripples.
Have we not sewn up enough of our own
To leave bereft more of our grown
Can we not be without differences
Or, see without challenges.
Can we not lend hands-
To build and refill our sober lands.
Can we not shake hands,
And spend nights in each others abodes.
To my reasons and emotions what thief of love
The ribs has broken and cages of white dove
Who in seclusions her wings toss to breasts
And fan the fire to bring down frozen crests.
Onto her cozy throb, the blaze of beloved
Burns like low flame, desires and stances proud
And from void, who is thus composing lyrics
Unheard hitherto, echoed from what matrix.
A sudden I do heard rush, but what melody!
Thaw out the heart and on ride a few only
But wits, isolating the frame from formality
Bringing, but a little at fore the reality.
O dove! Settle on my branch, inflame the bark
Set fire, to lit my thousand leaves, my dark
Dense and jealous thought, like a sinner wrought
In the deepest hell, for heaven a life to start.
dreaming messmerized hypnotised
idealized illusions.
imagination illumination sophistication
idealistic determination.
sadistic seduction illogical distruction.
delusion seclusions confusions intrusion.
insignificant insecure isolations instigations.
deceptive demeanor defective delight
fury rage scorned fight
While the agreeable bond we venture in,
teams with influential speculates',
its treasure is the sacred vow of worth
that yours is, and forever will be;
In accordance with this lively outcome
A generous and jovial ascertain hovers,
the electrifying paranormals you bring
lead splendid aphrodisiacs to my soul.
They benefit internally, pleading parts
that nether regions claim are lesser whole.
Uniting more than life itself can give,
The subtefuge, or lack of it prepares
A dream from stark dementias, only one,
That I ever need to care about has won.
How martyrdom initiates response,
freedom that surrounds existing vibes
our understanding feeds on nonchalance
providing us a love no-one describes.
It sequels in seclusions open stanza,
A free verse masquerade of plentitude
that love shall follow this extravaganza
making waves the motions now include.
How buoyancy defines the dance for us
with surface tension beautifying grace
movements which are spiritual are thus
complete as souls enamoured in embrace.
I fixed my gaze
On her twirling sexy eyes
Stripping her naked in my seclusions
Even with her Jeans still on
Hmmm . . .
And we lied.
Two and half years ago
Was the day my
Adam in the hood last
Spoke to an Eve,
This was my yarn.
Six of years ago was hers'
When she last felt the warmth
Of an Adam in the hood
Of it here or the one that
Crossed the Red Sea, I know not
Indeed, that was her tale.
I sent an errand through her heart
Saw in it a white dancing wary lie.
And she sent her eye lashes
Piercing through my puzzling mind
She felt the lie in my cagey smile.
She sighed . . .
And we both lied.
Alayande Stphen. T
Tues ,2nd,August, 2006
5.49pm
It is still me and her in our solitude
Stemming from the Still Waiting poem.
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