Sky looks beautiful with clouds
azure skyscape impressive though,
starlit sky illumines forests of night.
Short or long, verdant shade soothes
a tree, single or in clusters pleases.
A spring or meandering stream
carries trillions of pooled droplets
yet, a drop of water slakes thirst.
Flowing water-ways jubilantly join
emerge finally as a mighty river.
Uncles, aunts, grandparents cared
children loved lullabies, stories told
enjoying every moment of the phase.
Parents happily shared and cared for all
a family stood firm as a vast empire.
A radiant planet may mesmerize
yet, constellations overwhelm all,
galaxies tantalize faraway humanity.
Segregation slices, roam rootless
self-centered folks rudderless!
SOUL SPEAK
How does my soul speak to me
Not harsh, yet with firm intent
Almost like a persistent melody
With a structure, so well-meant
Its purpose isn’t so clear at first
If troubled, will be seeking calm
Sensing stillness, slakes its thirst
Using peace as comforting balm
Yet every soul knows its identity
Deep rooted, never dispossessed
And tells me what’s meant to be
To be prepared for eternal rest
Lord, save this unholy Baptist!?
Her lactation, like mother's juice,
slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist.
To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice,
with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists,
like a gander she mauls her goose!
If hairy chest stirs those supple breasts
in whorish barns (near lover's inns),
then with my cock's erectest crest,
the buttocks (of her cleft nether-chin),
like meat pies, I durst hurry test,
lest I, limp, err in deadly sins!
But I pray Thee, O holy Godhead!
I durst not be so thus content'd,
when, like dogwood, is my sainthead,
when goes my pizzle unlament'd;
and, like Pan, to c*nt the nunhead,
I've foregone your grace, unrepent'd.
TRUE LOVE
People often ask, what is true love
It’s many things, simple and complex
No definition can adequately serve
At whatever age, it generates verve
A journey not straight, but a curve
And in its ideal form, always duplex
Even illogical when seen from above
True love may appear simple at first
But defies all reasonable explanation
Matters of the heart shun the brain
Some think one can go quite insane
As it swoops down to conquer again
It happens, and there’s no preparation
And somehow always slakes that thirst
Those believing that their love is true
Would say never to try and understand
It exists in a kind of void, even ethereal
And even finding its secret is immaterial
Building loyalty like a long running serial
Its form is not generic, but has no brand
Yet asked why one loves, say, I just do
I like rain more than all
Phenomena of nature in whole;
Rain reminds me of all
That exists in my soul!
The time of the rains
Is called bad and foul weather,
But I love to walk on a cloudy day
With my thoughts together!
I like to walk in the rain
Under an umbrella and without;
I’m going and admiring the rain
When everyone doesn’t wanna be out!
I’m ready to go mad and give a cry
When there is not a cloud in the sky,
And the sun scorches so high
As if it wants me to fry!
But rain saves the world around,
It slakes the thirst of the ground;
In the air freshness can be found,
And everything seems alive around!
No better melody for me
Than the melody of rain,
And I can’t imagine the world
Where it doesn’t rain!
November 22, 2020
Leaves drop down listless
Sundried crisp summer carpet
Saki soaks and slakes
sweet music swing
gypsy bells cheer
berry wines swoon
lulls aloft wings
warm’d honey cache
slow’d lyric beats
plays fork’d tunes
sweet music swing
skirt, tango, twirl
ruddy flame aglow
tests muddy water
swims under brows
slakes river lusts
brews vivid scent
‘round robin crest
skirt, tango, twirl
12/18/2017
Rhoda Tripp’s Fem Bogstaver Contest
Lake wind
slakes still water's
need for flight--
its envy of sea waves
devouring web-prints
of seagulls, a
temporary tableau
giving it wings
where there
are none
While claws of full moon pierce the lanes, beware
For Hallow slakes on a witching twilight,
Ghoulish tricks from dark shadows choke the air
Engraving beams with ripped imprints of fright!
Halloween Moon Contest of Eve Roper
10/20/2015
(Triple Triolet)
Dark skies announce the snow’s advance
while forest roof displays pinched edge
and angel wings begin fluff dance.
Dark skies announce the snow’s advance
as hidden lake usurps her chance
and gums her banks to form a ledge.
Dark skies announce the snow’s advance
while forest roof displays pinched edge.
The flakes descend to catch on cheeks
as angel aprons spill through clouds,
white hills arise from snow in peaks,
and flakes descend to catch on cheeks.
We rest on mute as chipmunk seeks
concealment under cushioned shroud
while flakes descend to catch on cheeks
and angel aprons spill through clouds.
A winter whiteout slakes my thirst
for nature, un-excelled on earth,
and draws these lines in bosom versed.
A winter whiteout slakes my thirst,
expands a heart of unrehearsed
delight and wonder, wild rebirth.
A winter whiteout slakes my thirst
for nature, un-excelled on earth.
Resting
The purple canopy above
Soars majestically to the heavens
Shrouding my view
I lie raised
In a caffeine haze
Deafened gloriously
Breathing to the rhythm
Reverberating through the stage
Vibrations soothing my aching limbs
Limbs which have slaved
Creating the musically Eden
Forging metal and wood
Blood and sweat
Sugar and caffeine
The sky darkens
Gentle patting comes from the canopy
Refreshment from the sky
Though just the taste in the air
Slakes my thirst
I turn and look out
The faithful stand weathering the storm
Rocking in the free world
Shouting to the gods
With refreshed bones
And mind
I stand
At one with the vibrations
Basking in the noise
As the night falls I leave
Under a lower skin
I tip my hat to her red hair
As I pass and move on
So under a thin plastic skin
I now lean on dead wood
As the angry strings
Caress the senses
The hour flies
And return at speed
Parting the crowd
With a voice louder than the din
Breath is heavier
Boots rapping across stone
The night draws in
I stand
Assimilating with the vibrations
Reverberating
Breathing
Diving
Back
Into the madness of the night
"Yaaaaawn," I yawn,
the morning's pawn,
I then put on
pajama pants.
Stumblingly walking,
mumble-talking
unable to do
my dance.
I drink caffeine
something obscene,
and can think keenly
once again.
Then down the lane
to work, my bane,
energy draining
spirit waning
my body's slave
until my break
which hardly slakes
my pains and aches
and then and then and then and then and then,
"Yaaaaawn," I yawn,
the evening's pawn,
I then put on
pajama pants.
Stumblingly walking,
mumble-talking
unable to do
my dance.
A bitter well
taps the icy waters
from the sulphurous deep
slakes my thirst
makes my transformation
into the beast
complete.
The blind have led the blind
too long, a glint of kerosene
sparked a forest fire, razing
wheat fields to the ground.
Corn that burst the soil
hit a drought that parched the fruit,
turned it ashen, into charcoal,
turned it dead without a sound.
I stared upon the wasteland
growing slowly to fertility,
as waters seep a tributary
and cleanse the blasted earth.
In the heart a verdant patch
evolves an emerald gathering,
irrigated by a love
of inestimable worth.
The green eyes of a princess
shining flecked with effervescent gold,
stirs animation in the blood
and slakes the starving burn.
Her green eyes speak of tenderness,
of future worlds idealised,
essentially I realise
they make my whole world turn.
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