Short Clamors Poems

darkness clamors --
   amid dead silence
      a green-eyed phantom 


08/14/16...

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I sit myself down  

where one could hear a pin drop . . .

poetry clamors

aug 31, 2019
for Silent One's Silence Contest...

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She prayed for a stallion,
But got a mare
She cursed not the gods for spurning her wish
Instead, she found the mare a stable
And lo, a beautiful stallion sired the mare a foal
That foal is now a stallion every groom clamors for 
For out of him births another stable 
She understood seasons, she overpowered time...

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Regrets

Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token

Words miss-read
Actions miss-lead
Clamors in the night
Pleading miss-sight

Sides taken
Lines shaken
Blindness bodes
Heavier loads

Rashness steps
Action’s regrets
Unthinking eyes
When misery cries

Matters adrift
Sieve and sift
Love enduring
Pardons ensuing

Antagonisms perceived
Leave us aggrieved
Hearts broken
Tender spirits token...

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I rush to the dance floor
    The first chords of “Night Fever” command it
The crowd clamors for more
     Their sighs of approval demand it

The room is bedazzled, hypnotic
     The pulse sets the rhythm, heart beat, dance feet
I smolder in musical narcotic
     Focused in song, inside myself, complete

Alas, the beat subsides in sudden pause
     As I’ve reached my destination
Radio off, rewinding what was
     A temporary reclamation...

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Cherries with the wine,
Silky red curves to dine,
Floating with the ice,
Looms my tongue to charms and dice;

She devil in brine,
Wet dips and her wits decline,
Breathless she tosses,  
In the fresh frolic gossips;

Cheered she baits just fine,
Duly caressed remains mine,
Clamors to recant, 
In her to and fro descents;

Between sedation,
Dances edged by temptation,
No accusation,
Accepts flagrant violation;

Bitten ecstasy;
Masticated revelation:...

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Watching in awe at Nature's Queen
As she lets drop her nightly shawl
Whispers of light break through the dark
And brightens morning's sky grand hall

A seat I'll take between two worlds
To feel her breath we call the wind
Pushing clouds that my eyes find kind
A gift, before light washes in

Rendering red becomes her dress
As she clamors for the day's ball
She is the light and the Princess
Until again her nightly shawl

For the contest Whispers of Light
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle...

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