Freezing in the midst of hostile ice monsoon
triggering aching woes beneath blood and bones,
I search for a quilt woven in sanguine rune
silken feathers of clementine and gold tones-
body ails, yet spirit soars, sings to the moon,
beyond clouds obscured in kohl sleets of hailstones
whilst rhapsodies of nature serve light to calm-
scattered scars in the air, like cosmic mint balm
But as skies swing heavy, and coldness seeps in,
hope breathes from sapphire dews of rain waltzing free,
for when mists of nature envelopes my skin,
I find traces of peace from roots of my tree
amidst the piercing pain pulsating within-
fields of eagle ferns, the tranquilizing key,
sets a serene scene with silver sequined lines,
sprinkling zests of zen from inner sun that shines.
Sometimes mind gets blanketed in confusion,
sinking behind steel walls sculpted in distress
although shadowed stars swirl like an illusion,
faith is the thread for thin needles to redress
and restitch fragmented frames of vague vision.
So let suppressed agony slowly digress
in pearl pages of cathartic tomorrows-
now my ink abandons yesterday's sorrows.
Marvel of fond Mother-Nature,
Carefully carved nomenclature!
Mountains fold hands toward blue skies,
Where stars flutter, like, butterflies!
Water-waves warmly wash the feet,
Fleets on sleets meet around and greet!
High, steep, sharply molded boulders,
Stand in accord holding shoulders...!
Solitary human standing,
On a broken cliff crash-landing!
A bird flying around its edge,
To build her nest, finding no hedge!
An owl dwelling in a small hole,
Lost as though with a restless soul!
Bats, waiting for the silent night,
Alike, are, bleak views of cliff- sight...!
Suffering writs of erosion,
Churned by chisels of corrosion!
Carved, compiled, combined, conditioned,
Into wild bird-beaks protruded!
Steeply, slippery, surfaces,
Sloppy, soapy, still, circuses!
Cliff has its captivating charm,
That until disturbed does no harm...!
11 January 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I
Wolves howl, wonderfully if eerily, as winds -
Under the weather when weather is artic
One least expects this clime in the tropics
His tin roof resists, rattles, reverberates
Wrapping a cloak more tightly, he falls to his knees
The spiders, sparrows, and starlings cohabiting hear, "LORD, please -
Save my roof. I can't afford to lose mine." By degrees
The winds cease; the man remains on his knees
For the rain is heard in sleets, sheets of water
Welcome for fauna and flora ... do they feel an aura?
A man who once knew God as Friend, had then turned -
Like Grandfather in Spyri's Heidi story, on everyone
Gone up on the mountain, monk-like, beyond year 1
Rarely came down among people and provision
Surviving all kinds of weather with few books and Bible
A small radio, and no other luxuries, but a kettle
That whistled its witness: weathering heights again!
Among eagles and kites (and a beloved peregrine)
GLACIAL GALA NPM
Bride Earth's pearly sleets
Sheeny snowflake embellished
Moonlit Snowdrops gaze!
Date:30/12/2020
Pain is like sweeping rain
Dripping wet with gripping tenacity
Beating down with fleeting intensity
Drenching me wrenching my heart
Whirring past stirring up emotions
Pouring down flooring my soul
Drizzling drops like sizzling fire
Flooding fast with thudding force
Streaming torrents like screaming pangs
Aching all over breaking tide
Clinging distress stinging my eyes
Sticking agony pricking my being
Falling sleets mauling my body
Seeping in like creeping anguish
Pain is like driving rain
11.08.2020
Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t quit over indiscreet tweets
Posted and pasted in error as you withdrew your succulent sweets
To banish and punish my wish to fish from another dish
I chose and you froze to pause the rose that arose from my roving radish.
Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t fit bits and pits of despair
Wrapped and swapped in error as you withdrew your wish to repair
Traps into which we’d fallen as short-termism and feminism took over
Our decision and vision to enable our love to discover its glow and recover.
Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t meet writs and sleets of sin
Committed and condoned in error as you withdrew your wish to pin
Our hope on slopes of serenity and dignity of the love
We strove to grow in consonance with its plan announced from above.
Beats, fleets and streets of wits won’t tweet skits and slits of malice
Mounted and recounted in ounces and bounces on the chalice
Brandished and garnished to prove wrong the sage
Whose wisdom in our kingdom killed deals of rage.
A face in a crowd grows numb on the subway
which hides evening’s woe, then closes a day,
mirroring grief across late Autumn’s sky
to wrestle with angst she cannot deny
like one thorn circling down from a fogged lair
while hours pound this final ache quite unfair.
Her dream turns bleak through uncertainty’s flow,
it knows not which compass of life to go…
frightened to death , brushing sleets of mad rain
when a long gone illness comes back again;
like time’s flick winging a dark raven’s plume
as sallow hands collect flowers abloom.
But oh this wish to live stirs ever on,
for when litanies of prayer are done
each whisper tumbles as moonbeams abide…
while nights claim her dream, “ fate is in your side.”
5/4/2016
Silent One’s Contest: Lyrics Cliché Image
Inspiration from the lyrics ‘ Mad World’
Cliché ,’ Frightened To Death’ … Image # 5
Cinematography of Chaos
Cinematic impressions, climatic sort of dream,
upgraded to pathetic, idiocracies new theme.
Temperament unadjustable,sleets of snow heat wave,
melted in unhappiness, metaphorical life slave...
Mind divisioned split end irreversible destination,
the ends split, nowhere fits, ageless in estimation.
Sightseeing with psychtoherapy,crawl deeper, farther within,
Creative Chaos called Manarchy, the evil mannequin!
Moving So Intense
In A Fast Car Switching Lanes
No Signaling And No Rearview Mirrors
Just Acceleration And High Speed Games
Turn And Look Around
Keep Your Eyes On The Road
No Windshield Wipers
It Rains Sleets And Snows
Can You Do It With No Brakes
There's No Exit Coming Soon
Motion Is The Music
Panic Is The Tune
What Do You Do
Are You Headed No Where Fast
Do You Keep Going Straight
Or Pull Over And Ask
There’s a fungus among us
It’s funky no doubt.
It’s creepy, it’s crawly
and I’m quite put out.
Tennis shoes, Gym shoes,
Golf and football cleats.
Snow shoes, walking shoes,
rain shoes and sleets
Running shoes, Sunday shoes
Bedroom shoes galore
All strung out and stinky
In your room on the floor
© Mar 11 2010 Charles Henderson
Where I go my cloud goes
Its never happy it only snows
Sometimes it sleets sometimes it rains
it hides the tears it hides the shame
The days have past the months are gone and the years move on
and all because of you I sing the same song
I tried to smile and didn't know how
years and years the same old frown
till the day you came and took my hand
and I must say you are truely my friend
November, December,
I couldn’t bear to remember
To joy and faith I say goodbye
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die
As my senior days become to fade
Wipe away the innocence of the games we played
I’m nearly an antique and as my life will come to pass
Only to be intrigued Sometimes I wonder with the children ask
November, December,
I couldn’t bear to remember
To joy and faith I say goodbye
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die
Against these cold tiles I rest my head
As bad dreams and nightmares test this bed
A Funeral for those whom bled
It no longer rains, it only sleets
It keeps me slipping from these tempered feet
Like disaster is constantly pressing repeat
So to these Novembers and Decembers,
I couldn’t bear to remember
To joy and faith I say goodbye
Resurrect me, only when these holidays die
Happy holidays
Dear misery, slap me if I follow the paved
Take these invisible gifts
Make them into relive-able myths
And one day, outside this life
I’ll divorce the devastation
Marry my dreams and finally hold my wife
But fantasies are peaceful times
So again I’ll leave you with a deceitful rhyme