Short Slaked Poems
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Life sea
wavers on waves.
Soul serene still at depth
I sink, search slaked for last sanctum,
silence.
sea of life
pulsates on passion waves
sapphire serenity drapes its depth
I sink slaked
within the submerged soul
search for the sublime sanctum
Watch dazzling sunrise emerge from its surreal cocoon,
Engage with cordial citizens who ooze spry radiant charm,
Applaud droll comic town brazen banter on zigzag pavement,
Vivid vermillion hydrant spewing mint cool water on,
Effervescent footslogger’s fiery life thirst seldom slaked
Echoed pealing of far-off bells
chases thoughts that swirl somewhere else,
each mile,
worthwhile,
thirst is slaked at forbidden wells.
WINDOW SHOPPING AT THE GYM
pomp flex
smooched pecs
glass necks
slaked sex
stocked Adonis pomp flex smooched pecs wink
gym’s monstrous blown glass necks, slaked sex drink
5/7/2017
Tyburn Form
Humor
Near yet so far away from home
Spiced aroma of apples baked
Permeates with rich scent of loam
Near yet so far away from home
Emotions torn longing to comb
Be held close, anxiety slaked
Near yet so far away from home
Spiced aroma of apples baked
Written: January 14, 2015
Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World
Inspired by Rick's contest but not an entry..
the aura, godspeed ahead.
her countenance more than slaked,
it’s heated and apple baked.
fifty-somethings march with time…
sue ellen’s court supporting their queen,
with fanfare tea parties and costumes to preen.
steeped in fanciful color, like a dream at seventeen.
friendship and euphoria, sisters, well-bred
primped in gowns, fedoras and blossom in purple and red.
For the nonce, living soul,
you will breathe in new lessons through our tender tethering
as your seeking thirst is slaked through your skin;
for life's osmosis seeps mortal knowledge not implanted at conception.
Susan Ashley
September 16, 2019
~ Second Place ~
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory R. Barden
*An excerpt from: Odyssey Of A Soul; written June 8, 2018*
Limerick : Once Meat-Eater met a Veg-Eater
Once Meat-Eater met a Veg-Eater
And they got along fine in summer
Who d’you think stopped rains
And dried up all the drains
Meat-Eater slaked thirst thanks to Veg-Eater
Then the snows from Kilimanjaro
Blizzard-driven chilled bones and marrow
Rare preys made themselves scarce
Even ants froze their ass
Whose bones Meat-Eater drained you needn’t know !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Trapped in a bottle
Starting to get colder
Freezing up inside
Want to run and hide
from the snow
It comes and comes
And comes some more
Being slaked around
What is going on
Being shaken right, then left
It stops, it's at rest
The snow comes again
What is this weird trend
First there is a shake
Then comes the flakes
What is it, I don't know
All I know is there is snow
trapped in this bottle
Trapped in the snowy bottle
Form:
Chased mercilessly
over well- worn tar
palpable loss pushes
a sable brush
dunked in dread
a furious deluge
of fear
oozes out
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the still static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
coupled with
ragged spirits
that desperately
haul hope north
safe haven
on strange soil
still dark hours
away
VICTORY
I never did succeed at first
Yet winning never slaked my thirst
But giving up I can’t abide
At least I know that I have tried
Can no-one ever scale that wall
Too high for some, no chance at all
A brave attempt can’t be denied
At least I know that I have tried
Does anyone run the fastest mile
Or finish races with a smile
I still have much resolve inside
At least I know that I have tried
I never did succeed at first
At least I know that I have tried