Upon a ridge
In misty blue
A lone tree sways
In song.
Dew drops race
A morning chill
Calls upon the dawn.
Seasons change
Rearrange
A flowers dream
Is gone
A skyward gaze
A quiet place
Reflecting
A long lost song.
Within the wind
fluttering grass
murmurs
a muted hymn.
A thousand blades,
a thousand braids,
all of it is him.
In the breeze,
sun-baked leaves
sink
unwillingly.
A blistering blaze,
a faltering gaze
singes
the lonely tree.
In the clouds
an old man smiles
his face lit
by the sun.
Pupils chase
a sinking flame-
paradise?
But a bittersweet escape.
The evening seas
beckon the moon,
stars wishes
burn abloom.
A fluttering gaze,
dissolving rays
seeking
A long lost face.
Unmet expectations strike hard,
hurting where they languish long.
Unkept promises are blows earned,
hitting where they find no resistance.
Unkind words are slashes harsh,
ripping through the calm conscience.
The dormant volcano within the soul
then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle
in the crust of brittle tolerance,
that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent,
reaching the magma chamber in the core.
The soul erupts the lava in the wild,
burns the gentle patience as it flows.
Uncontrolled, it blazes the heart,
undowsed, it singes the sane senses.
The smoke billows up thick and intense,
clouds the deranged essence.
Words rise like Sphinx from the toxic ashes,
perish the patient face of mental restraint.
The flame surges in the stream of neurons,
no longer the carrier of conformist signals.
From the volcanic inferno of the soul
the erupted fiery lava called anger flows
in the torrents of blistering words,
scalding whatever comes in the way,
blazing a furrow for the reticent life.
Promises not kept are like brutal blows,
ruthless ripping words are the harsh slashes.
They strike unaware where latent hope grows,
cleave through the ruptured heart as it crashes.
The mind becomes angry fire of the wild,
uncontrolled, it simmers the blood of pride,
flares to burn the gentle patience defiled.
Not dowsed, it singes sound senses defied.
The smoke billows up opaque and intense,
conscience trips losing its stability.
Vile breath is charged with ashes of hate dense,
face of restraint they destroy instantly.
Anger then turns to perilous terrain.
That’s not safe, so get away from it sane.
Unkept promises are hard blows
that hit the psyche unexpecting.
Unkind words are harsh slashes
that rip through the essence undeserving.
The mind becomes the fire in the wild,
burns the gentle patience as it flares.
Uncontrolled, it boils the blood,
undowsed, it singes the sane senses.
The scorching words stoke the fire,
the smoke billows up thick and intense,
clouds the disbalanced conscience.
Words rise like Sphinx from toxic ashes,
perish the patient face of restraint.
The flame surges in the stream of neurons,
no longer the carrier of forgiveness signals.
The mind turns into volcanic inferno,
erupting fiery lava called anger to flow
in torrents of blistering apathy,
scalding whatever comes in the way,
blazes a furrow in the timid life.
churning, crazy-making firestorm
upends reason to disrepair
heightens our senses, our esteem
blinds us to flaws unseen
Oh Mother’s reckless devotion
withstands all adversity
delusional in admiration
eyes obscured, see only perfection
friendship’s less passionate attachment
bathes comfort in your presence
shoulder to shoulder in solidarity
resists all faltering objectives
but lover’s glance and glow
a rose-burst of saccharine extremism
the hummingbird of lust
attracted endlessly to Nectar’s sweet serum
yet painful powerful rejections
still intoxicate the supplicant
the moth’s vigilant pursuit of love-light
singes its wings if only to feel the warmth again
love, you dance so delicately before us
then reach back gracefully
you beacon or grab in brash enthusiasm
to overfill our souls to bursting
Unkept promises are like brutal blows,
ruthless ripping words are the harsh slashes,
they strike unaware where latent hope grows,
and cleave through ruptured heart as it crashes.
The mind becomes raging fire of the wild,
uncontrolled, it simmers the blood of pride,
flares to burn the gentle patience defiled.
Undowsed, it singes sane senses defied.
The smoke billows up opaque and intense,
conscience trips losing its stability.
Vile breath is clouded by the ashes dense,
face of restraint they deface instantly.
Mind then turns to volcanic infernos,
with dancing lava of anger scorn flows.
Libelous, slanderous speech
singes the fuzz off of the peach
Gossip and tale-bearing crooked ears reach
no thanks to the mouth of the human leech…
Speech is God’s greatest gift to man
employed sparingly it can
Elevate us to the highest heights
sacred spaces of brilliant light
serene and reflective : Line 5
song bird's chirp : Line 13
( Italian sonnet : octave with rhyme abbaabba followed by six lines with rhyme cdcdcd. )
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starlit hillside embossed in lush green peaks
campfire singes our cold hypnotic night
in orange flames, woods crackle to ignite
cinders seeping darkness, in sizzling streaks
serene and reflective, nature's soul speaks
through a stream afar, trickling in delight .
memories snuggle close in moonshine white
spilling tender love on our ember cheeks.
You and I adoze, the fire within yearns
smoking in billows, with smores roasted mild
devouring the scent, specters of air burns
till logs turned to ashes, tawny shades smiled.
song bird's chirp, a calamine dawn returns
rekindled dream... cradling our lovechild.
Serenades, his lies.
Soothing sweetness, it singes.
Stumped sorries, she sweeps.
Each petal, leaf, each vein, each thorn, not any one the same,
Stand tall in there duty protecting Their tillage from the dark winged shadows circling the sky's mains
The wind slightly changes and they sway so waiting on the rain.
Each is there own colour with shades all with different names.
Same race, different names, different colours , different shapes and different mothers.
Many layers and characteristic ways and some blooming, others blossoming and some like to sleep away there days.
Sometimes the wind peels off a layer, and at times the rain lay heavy weighing them down until they drop to the ground, leaving no armour.
The sun singes there edges making them burnt and different to the eye.
Sometimes they are open,sometimes closed, but there's one thing that everyone knows about the beautiful, elegant and regal garden guard's ,
that in all there differences, one thing they all were created with in traits,
That they all smell the same, Subtle but intense, delicate and strong.
It's that distinct fragrance, it's the smell of the ROSE.
.
Undeniably this fire sears and scorches
when heartbeats rapidly blazes randomly,
Living proof of shatterproof
Though forever fearing frantically.
Surviving myself the fire
Expressing sparks of embers,
Accepting and devouring whilst
Luminance remembers.
Upon cooling how it singes
For life has been immense
Uncontrolled and where divulged
all-above intense.
Simmer me with tenderness
as meekness will impart-
stability, tranquility
within impassioned heart.
The sun sets on fringes
As the tired day cringes
Hope in the sky hinges
On tinges of twilight
As the night sky infringes
On my thoughts, that singes!
4.7.2021
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: Bite size Poem no.10
Our future is soooo bright it singes the eyes.
Two fates intertwine by the strongest of ties.
‘A purposeful love is a love with purpose.’
If this is true, there will be no stopping us!
Our future is so bright we make the Sun jealous.
Gold’s finest luster is not nearly as precious!
When love gets better with each day that it last,
To judge its future, is how sensuous it's past?
Our future is so bright.., not to sound cliché,
1,000 years with you would be like one day!
Our love glistens like wild honey on the lips,
Gleaming dangerously like a solar eclipse!
Our future is so bright it rivals a Supernova.
As brilliant as the stars created by Jehovah!
The test of true love is to last beyond a season.
Real love stays aglow when it’s lit for a reason!
Our future is so bright it’ll stand the test of time.
Incorruptible, undefiled, preserved, and divine!
On our wedding day, we had merriment and mirth.
On one wedding night, we loved a lifetime's worth!
Our future is soooo bright my love..,
Pretending can be a bold form of experimentation
and inventiveness. In pretending joy or happiness,
we may discover or enhance our capacity for it.
Harriet Lerner
Lord Leofric: The waging of war is man’s affair
Lady Godiva: Then wage war in your way, M’Lord,
and I’ll wage war in mine
Movie, Lady Godiva of Coventry (1955)
MASQUERADE
Quivers the man traversing the icescape.
Queen dominates the saddle with her eyes.
Size five, bare, narrow feet melt snowy floor.
Masquerade - his wife dreamy in disguise.
Flesh, smooth as ice rink, after zamboni.
Warm hearth behind the seven veils of d’sire.
Godiva tresses descend to her knees.
Bright red lips, parting flames, a flute of fire.
Singes where cherry makes contact...shivers
and moans like Winter Nor’easter through trees.
Memories malleable — tongue to ink.
Lobe, neck, thighs surrender to cold night tease.
Quiet warmth underneath the satin sheets.
His eyes wide open - concedes his defeat.
2/1/2021
Sensual Poetry
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
HMS Line 1 lists icescape as 3 syllables but it is 2
Summer singes time
People we love burn away
Fall removes the ash
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