Short Topmost Poems
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The Ferris wheel pierces cloudlight,
its topmost arc alone in the pale sky.
A single cabin glints, breathless and suspended.
Fascination rises — thin, bright, still.
A quiver of longing, the heart perched
on its topmost rung, bracing itself
for yet another
fall.
Thud.
No flailing of wings,
no shrill cry ringing in the air.
Why am I not surprised?
Is my plea for a fair
today that unfair?
With vantage view from the towering pagoda on Feilai Peak,
It is said that at cockcrow people can watch the sun rising.
Fear not that the floating clouds might block the view,
Because on the topmost storey the viewer is standing.
(tran.)
Rage
Bursts
As a
Volcano
Saying words without
Reflecting the final results
Recognizing the topmost personality flaw
Generating to reach out for the temporary treatment to subdue distressed nerves
4-18-2016
For Own It Contest
Sponsored by Cyndi MacMillan
Shopping today was a right pain
Stopping in aisles, searching again
Trying to guide useless trollies
Buying stuff like chips and lollies
Strained up high to the topmost shelf
Drained all my strength, frazzled myself
Standing in line to pay the bill
Landing back home, ready to kill.
In bits and pieces
Truth now comes
in bits and pieces
Leaving us dwindling
to fret and to take flight
Waking up to a staggering dawn
Walking with tips of toes
We are so bewildered
With upmost chills
Crushing our topmost wills
now wary of kings and princes
As the sword emerges
Dicing every word.
Hilda shut him out of her life,
with combative tongue and hot air.
Gunther launched her, off topmost stair,
shut the lid on his battleaxe wife.
4/24/2022
Killing With an Epigram
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Hilda: Maid of battle
Gunther: Battle Warrior
Battleaxe: sharp-tongued, domineering
You, topmost brass of the military chain of command,
though it's your warriors who blast away humans from the land,
you're liable,
answerable;
you can never wash away the blood of guilt from your hand!
In the long silent hour before the break of dawn
I wake to gentle light within my heart
My drowsy eyes turn to wander
Where window gazing, finds a crescent moon
Rifting the darkness, and against it's light
A magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep loveliness is there,
I think of you.....
Halloween rogues place outhouse upside down.
Nighttime, white sheets ghosts ride broomsticks sky high.
Felines cry topmost gates - they wail all-round,
while wives, mates make pleas, moans, a grief-worn sigh.
Sweet treats may stay ill used jokes - least homes try.
Porch lights turnoff - no bold gnomes, please, so late.
Take leave, new hallowed year-end night needs wait.
I love it, each time I get here
I mean the peak
Of the pinnacle
Topmost of the mountain
Highest in height
From where my ego
Like myself, stays on top
To savour the beauties of creation
I am a conqueror
Having gotten here
Having laboured hard
To keep pace and rhythm
Every step of the way
A feat many only but wish
Lifting along
Not one but two
To the crescendo
Of life and love
In this godforsaken place, I felt disconnected
from the climbers around me--
emotionally, spiritually, physically…
Jon Krakauer pg 63 Into Thin Air
EVEREST
to breach topmost peak
one must reach
pittance of soul’s wit
bodies warmth
all but dead near climb’s
great escape
10/27/2021
Lune (Mixed Pair)
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Little Red
With jerking
Twerking
Bushy tail
Jumps from
The ground to
The topmost rail
Tiny little feet
Slipping
Gripping
Birds scatter
In fluttery fear
Little Red is
Getting near
Copious amounts
Of sunflower seed
In the feeder built
For the birds to feed
Red will eat till he
Can eat no more
How much you ask
I don't keep score
I will just fill the
Feeder with more
High in the closet,on the topmost shelf,
A plain paper box lies smothered in dust .
Inside, bits and pieces of life,
Strips of silk, binding fragile memories.
Spirits engaged in an endless dance,
Destiny's cord unsevered by circumstance.
Scattered images of unrenounced tenderness,
Tainted only by the musty scent of promises unfulfilled.
Priceless momentos of another time and place,
Just a plain paper box tucked safely away in forsworn silence.
long after the mass,
the cavernous cathedral
still hums and echoes
with hymns coming down
it seems from nooks
and topmost rafters
of its roofs;
veiled, veined women
with long black rosaries
thumb through dark-brown,
worn-out books in their
wrinkled hands, sighing,
murmuring, sobbing,
praying still.
behind them two janitors
noisily move about
sweeping the aisles,
dusting the pews,
trying to say let's go,
got work to do,
can't say so.
ANNA AND THE FRENCH KISS
A nna tasted French kiss of her sweetheart
Boiling emotions, the guy to eXert.
Bubbling blood in flood flow surging fast.
Dormant dreamy thirsty desires she drank
Into abyss of sea of love, both sank.
French kiss to get topmost rank, to be frank.
Ecstatic whelming touch of tongue to tongue
Volcanic passion was fierce fully flung.
Ardent ardor of amour to be sung.
09/01/21
Anna and the French Kiss
Contest by Mystic Rose Rose