I searched for grail across rails
looking deep without sleep
at the last clean harbour
frequencies
bleeped …
secrecies
sacred
naked I folded silvery
drops scattering dreams
….
Scattered dreams lay
a c r o s s
the last clean
harbour (...)
it was blue-green before ascent
reminiscent of Andromeda’s
coves where frequencies
danced
translucent gold across
pebbles speaking —-
…..
Naked fear rapped dew
pane
it shook with pain of
Love
L o s t
dimpled her toxic flesh was seeking
the last clean harbour at
my window where
quickly
I drew
drapes protecting victories
gained
at the last clean
harbour ~
_____________________
9th Placement: August 26
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Skeletons Poetry Contest.
Sponsor by Seth Pina
All our grandparents were deceased;
As were also both our mom and dad.
I don't know why I wanted to know,
nor what I would do if there were
coverups or secrecies in our family.
Is there any SKELETONS in our family closet?
That was the question to my oldest sister.
At first, she did not understand the question.
Immoralities, misbehaviors, unthinkable things?
Unsavory, mean spirited, and things unspoken?
Family secrets hidden from most everyone?
Dark deeds done behind closed doors?
It has been 28 years since I asked the question.
I have not seen or heard anything to the contrary.
My sister was genuine, and I knew she would be true.
I could feel the sincerity in her voice when she said,
I know of no SKELETONS in our family.
Mysteries of Life
Treading these roads of Mysteries
Experiences, Turning of chapters of
Plots and twist of Life.
What are the mysteries of Life?
Riddles, Secrecies, Perceptions.
Follow one's intuition and lucidity not a
Hindrance to be unraveled.
A basis of one's longing to overstand.
Embrace one's mysteries, No amount
Of self-disgust can rectify one's past.
And no volume of anxiety can change
One's future.
Continue to maintain your mystery of
One's life.
Shadow’s fingers
shred the cloak of midnight:
starry security for my fragile temple.
Shadow’s nails
incise the white porcelain of my neck
with deepened lines of red.
Shadow’s palm
suffocates my breath
and muzzles the wailing cry.
Shadow’s eyes
bore holes into my secrecies
and widen them for ill use.
I’m acquitted only by the sun’s rays.
The fierce irony: handsome night betrays.
We played all night, in the lounge of our house,
We played a truth or dare,
We played the game of secrecies,
Our thoughts we had to share,
And the things that we had to answer,
Were innocent, tough and free,
We had to honestly answer questions like,
“What do you like about me?”
“Who is the best kisser you’ve kissed?”,
“Have you been Romeo’s Juliet?”,
And then some really personal ones like,
“What’s your most erotic regret?”
But the dares were the funnest bit of the game,
With things we’d not done before,
Like when I was dared to turn to you, and
Passionately kiss you on the rug on the floor.
And the other stuff we all did that night,
Under the charade of a dare,
Led to us all waking up in the morning,
With new secrets of our recent affair.
Life is a magnificent gift from the nature
Which the humans are enjoying forever
Uninformed of the secrecies that cover
Make it an enigmatic and baffling poser.
Epochs have disappeared by thousands
In solving the riddle of life by humans
Although he claims of substantial gains
Some tangible accomplishment remains.
The human striving to know life continues
Though the location and technique varies
Oddly, the key for its meaning still elopes
That disturbs man’s intellect with unease.
Humankind has seen many a truth-seeker
Yet, the life remains to be known deeper
For the truth about life is not wholly clear
It is a puzzle wrapped in dilemma’s cover.
Still, life itself stimulates the individual
To unravel its secrets with a call universal
Many have toiled to make it explainable
Yet, as on today, it remains unfathomable.
lying hidden in the lies of answers,
buried deep in all secret of secrecies.
faded in the faint future;
so out of touch and unsure,
kept in the dark for selfish reason,
never to changed for a moral lesson.
tired of the lying game;
so wild and untame,
threatened with every hard real reality,
attempts of closure with no simplicity.
fronting with the fake attitude,
maligned with your own agenda.
trapped with no truth,
creating your own lost saga.
brooding with your own nature of creed,
discovering your own egostistical way of living.
wrapped around in unforeseen darkness;
blemish and rendered,
wanted helpless.
ending up with no real genuine right of conduct,
an act of insecurity with no real end product.
They started married life so much in love
and such eager expectations.
The future was theirs to live with verve,
while tasting of the world's treasures.
But then the secrecies began
along with raging words of anger.
The days all ran together as
time closed the empty pages.
Gone is the sweetness of the past and
gone as well her ardent lover.
She huddles in a darkened room,
hoping she won't be discovered.
He's quiet now, she rises
to bathe her swollen eyes.
He'll awaken of course to say he's sorry
but she's heard it too often before.
Their happiness in the past,
was perhaps only a wishful mirage.
Her love has turned to pain and fear
that can't be borne forever.
Swiftly she packs an overnight
to slip away while he's still sleeping.
This time for sure she tells herself,
she won't go back again.
For John's "Jaded Love" contest
Let me know what the deal is
don't keep me hidden from the waves of your thoughts like mystic oceans and
moonlit walks
journeys for answers to your souls questions
on a mission for hours hoping your heart will devour comfort in the limbs of
another
you are lonely
no way to explain the feeling of neglect in which you care less to respect
keep your head in the clouds hoping the sun with bath you in it's rays just long
enough not to care about....
why you don't have enough money
why you can't keep nobody
why you won't do what you been stalling to do.
you are just plain lonely
Inside my own mind i just want to wine and dine him
i want him to dine inside my own mind just to find him
it's not that i'm lonely i'm just alone
to be alone is just not in me
i love to bask in his company
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