Softly moves the shroud of dusk
following the rules of night
floating as a ghostly cloud
snuffing out remaining light.
Eerie is this time between
when all slowly disappears-
till the Moon unfolds its sheen.
He's been a ruler you
can't see
like a measuring stick
in hiding
He's been hiding the fact
he can see
but would you believe
his findings?
They've been watching
his back intensely
while he fills their heads
succinctly
Being light years ahead
is empty
guess that's why
they assumed he's ditzy
Couldn't be further from facts
he's shifty
while he raises the bar
he's shifting
On a whole other plane
he's flying
into spaces that match
his timing
Snuffing the wick of a witch
that's scrying
trying to see where his light
is hiding
In the dark many eyes
are crying
in disbelief of results
from spying
He just gives of himself
as tithing
is as natural to him
as rhyming
As for all of the ties
& bindings
it actually helped to
release the shining
Look to see what the All
is designing
it's unique dare I say
inspiring
They say the temp of
the earth is rising
so why isn't he
like the rest perspiring?
She drifted past the spiral arms in white,
A shadow snuffing galaxies to dark.
She held the dying pulsars to her breast,
Like children, singing chaos into sleep.
"Do not be frightened," hummed to worlds of ice,
"The dark is velvet-deep, you are not lost."
She swept the dust of nations into glass,
Preserving lovers' vows before they broke.
There is a beauty in the sudden halt,
Perfection in the stop, like gravity
That waits to catch the ocean in its fall.
She severed light from heat, and form from mass,
A cold tranquility beneath the storm.
So infinite her mercy, grace so strange,
She wiped the seat of life from Nature's face.
For eons she has walked, the gardener,
Who plucks the solar systems like a bloom.
She does not take with malice or with hate,
She only opens wide the iron door.
And now she stands before your yellow sun,
To answer with a kiss the final call.
You tremble at her silence?
Fear the end?
You think she brings the night to kill the stars?
She weeps to see you breathe, knowing the truth.
She is not here to hollow out your soul;
She kills you now to save you from the Hunger.
This is another night, deceiving myself
to be awake...blinded by the sight of
my own surreal wisp of a mellow dream
raking and turning into long reveries,
where something once pleasant is now so trite-
that Illusions of fresh morn quickly blacken
... snuffing whispers of a shadowy wind
slowly retracing its glide into my cries.
Every night, at the sight of darkened moonlight
purple lines of evening air heralds pain--
wind arriving from behind, hushed and still,
that I hide my face from such musky flavor,
carrying scents of our autumnal romps
and remind me of wind songs, play, soft cuddles
pressed in heavenly light, to whisper love
about you, young son high up now with blue stars:
And In his court are a thousand jewels
twinkling from afar with this soft wind cuddling
me in your arms to say, ' all is right, Mama.'
There's a light
I do not know it
But I feel it
All the more
There's no light
But it burns
And I feel it
Despite snuffing out
The glow before
Blight,
Growing,
Toxic seeds
Festering deep
Within cracking souls,
Shaded beneath blackthorn,
Watered by innocent's tears,
Blooming like demonic cancer,
Thriving on infinite misery,
Dissolving veils between conflicted worlds.
Faltering, earth trembling, Demi-Gods raise
The pyres of hellfire, hauntingly glow,
Among backdrops festering hate.
Eerie silhouettes reflect
A macabre ballet—
Twirl, twist, contort sin.
Sulfuric rain
Snuffing out
Hope's rays.
Blind.
The pulpit of the womb
Is not the alter of the devil’s tomb
It’s not the deception of
a dichotomy of love
Death holds its breath
While a world calls evil good
And life death
The snuffing out of
All the naturally conceived of
The plagiarizing of
God’s creative wisdom
Grieve not the Holy Spirit
As the Spirit hovered Creation’s waters
So He hovers The Church
Seeing to it that The Body is birthed
The path of the pro-death agenda
Leads to a place He will send ya
And yes its ambiguity of my part
To call it a place
The place that is in the pro-death heart
All the hate that is spawned
As it rises on a dead world that’s dawned
The baby killers
Pornographic thrillers
Autonomous willers
Hollywood beguilers
And the common all the while-lers
Know its wrong but suppress the truth
Unrighteousness for couth
Let the Holy Spirit do within
Otherwise, it’s the unforgiveable sin
memories like a flower fleet with the petals
core with a honeymoon bee of wood on metal,
chroma flower bent quicksilver, reflecting light,
prism in the echo blur silence.
but does the black matter follow its spin?
does the adoration exit?
or may it last a millennium?
questions of deities fill a mind with porridge.
grotesque candle burning at a lean,
like meat on a grinder for patties,
burgers of humanity with teeth jagged,
this husky maiden built on a frame similar to an hourglass.
sands of time are waiting on a bird skull to drop,
snuffing the flow towards the vacuum of space.
An eaglet raised with barnyard birds
will never soar to towering heights.
Though armed with wings designed for flight
It will never reach soaring height.
Thoughts are like wings designed to soar
They’re active every waking blink.
But how you choose to use your wings
can help you cope with what life brings.
So many souls are trapped by thoughts
Of worthlessness and “Never will.”
The hurtful words that they were told
like prison bars, their thoughts still hold.
Sad thoughts trap those who are depressed,
these thoughts like weights, press on their chest.
Dark thoughts like clouds hanging so low,
seem bent on snuffing out life’s glow.
Self-centered thoughts ensnare the vain
and bind them with a galling chain.
These selfish thoughts leave ugly scars
and traps the soul within their bars.
When men with minds greedy for gain
and thoughts of wealth possess their brain,
many do things that are insane
to satisfy their thirst for gain.
If you do not control your thoughts
they will one day bind you with knots.
Let noble thoughts your mind adore
and they will make your spirit soar.
Feeling alone
Insanely insatiably
It crawls inside my gloom
Feeling alone
Or am I hallucinating
Why am I
Taking my life
For pain not caused by me
Why am I
Taking my life
Pain fills me beneath my skin
It boils out
Snuffing me out
Repeating my soul to hell
Once more
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Feeling alone
Soooo Lonely
Longing for heavens gate
Heavens gate
This morning
whilst brushing my teeth
and trying
with very little success
to obey the dental profession's plea
to brush in a circular motion
and not
in a side to side motion
I noticed some ants
scurrying about on the shiny porcelain
doing no harm
just going about their morning routine
as was I
with very little thought
and even less concern
I brushed them into the basin
turned the tap on for a beat or two
and flushed them away
as I turned the tap off
with toothpaste foaming around my mouth
and running down the toothbrush onto my wrist
a terrible guilt and a crushing sadness
at my unthinking cruelty
at my cavalier snuffing out of life
overtook me
and wrought within me
an overwhelming desire
to tip my head back
and wail at the ceiling
to try and assuage
the soul-deep sorrow
the deep-seated need for forgiveness
that wracked my very core.
What if I told you that I was weak
Eyes bleak;couldn't reach even the companion I seek
What if I told you I was insane
Riding in the pain; Bonnie and Clyde stunt till no part of me remain
What if i said that I was falling
Darkness calling; funeral dirges echoing from the night until the morning.
Space and time couldn't bring it down
Til you shot through the defence ;holding it by the throat snuffing the life it had.
The arrow I sent to the skies wishing it all the best
Has reversed with an increasing speed until it hit it in the chest.
Dim glow;blood flow
Eyes wide; soul go
As the oil dwindles, the flame slowly recedes,
Its once radiant gleam now a fading bead.
Stealthily, darkness creeps in like a thief,
Snuffing out life with a touch of grief.
With an icy grasp, akin to a ruthless foe,
Darkness seeks to extinguish and bestow,
Even the glowing embers of our hearth,
Quenching them with troubled waters' mirth.
Let us keep the shadows at bay and apart,
Preserving the remnants of our radiant heart.
Hold up lit candles till true dawn arrives,
When this tyranny ends, hope survives.
the Sun in the west
smoldering with fire inside
afraid to explode,
jumped into the waters below.
over this impetuous act
the Day, in deep regret
snuffing all her grace,
flickered out.
under the cover of darkness
the aquamarine sky witnessed,
the birth of a crescent Moon,
with angelic glow.
cradled high in the vast expanse,
with sailing seraphs for company
the little princess born,
would soon be queen of the night sky!
to celebrate the royal birth,
innumerable lights were lit
in the firmament
like burning chandeliers.
the Earth was seen lying dazed,
by this astral illumination
wondering what drama
would yet unfold.
April.11. 2023
~ Placed Eighth~
Brian Strand Contest.No 1212
~ Placed First~
Simply Poetry 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor- John Lawless
We played
Scrabble until the word Bali came up-
and you were gone.
That night
your pillow
smelled of ocean breezes, coconut and
heliconia.
When you came back-
I want to be free.
I built a body balloon
around you
and filled it with helium.
I let out the tether
and you went up and up
and up
to the jet stream.
I released the tether.
A man in a 747,
business class,
saw you float by.
I want her-
he wrote in his day planner.
Soon, you fell and fell
towards the African forest
and into a tree.
A leopard started to climb
up to you
but you dropped onto the back
of an elephant
who carried you
into a brightly lit
camp
with a table, tablecloth, candles, wine
and gold silverware-
Ah, there you are, my dear.
You ate and drank
and awoke
covered with golden shackles.
The leopard slept beneath you
snuffing as though in a dream.
Above you
a taunting helicline made of gold keys
lead back
to
our little room
under the eaves,
and the rain
and days filled
with nothing.
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