Short Blazoned Poems
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Cold Fire
Bach over reaches
Arguments are won in dusk
Time brings to the brink
when you discover
tomorrow's sun
was blazoned in her shadow
legends crumbling
we succumb
to the languid legend
She blazoned in profusion
sour braids stained
by years of catastrophe
macabre salutations evolve
become libidinous farewells
upon the handsome black boughs
lie wicked forewarnings
sheathed within
pseudo-identification
Brother
Riparian observers watch waters pass
left behind, huddled in loss
our tears added to the flow
memories blazoned in our mind
with each tenuous gasp
we pound the bare earth
love and loss mingle with shock
remember
how could I forget
he’s my brother
White
petals
rise
above
flames of gold
blazoned
with
a red
maple leaf.
Holland designed
this tulip
around
the
flag of
Canada,
truly
a
unique
bloom.
(Waltz Wave)
6/09/2021
Waltz Wave Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
The future will never wait
So I figure lets channel the surplus now
While there's salt in the flesh
And juices run through veins
In the main feed of life
Waste no time to get it right
Keep crafting like serpent's artillery
Charge off like bandits in the night
Blazoned with the candle of love
Strike me through wanton abyss
Blissful on God's endless pyre
Inspire the sparks of romance
On this love emboldened
Forget the idolatry-
mirage-making lucid hallucinogen
Leaving a head ache quaked dust bin
Where fertile veins go
Be called in the presence of
To stand back and react
Is a twisted affair indeed
Language
Is to voice
Is to body breathing/mind dreaming
A soul on its path
To reach its hidden mission
The world show
Recedes and fades
Like shadows in the woods
Life is for the daring
Deep sea diver
Blazoned with faith to continue on
Look at this poppy-seed bread:
Black stars in a white sky,
Outside, an aloe plant rustles in the wind,
As out of place as dead people whispering.
I am not planning to die, however
Will they write my autobiography,
Listening to Fall Out Boy's 'Centuries'
Remember me...
For small recollections
Of a day-time moon,
This hot-cross bun blazoned across a handful
Of wayward seasons.
And I am not making any promises,
But this side of having a cold, far out stars
Are inextinguishable.