Placed First in Standard Contest
Specular Fugue
Sponsor : Suzette Richards
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watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking
clock glancing, mindful of time
unseen cry, tissues wet lie around
loss centres, race proceeds
there is no Fate, only Self-determination
every forgetting is a miracle
uterine amnesia ~ stumbling and ascending
sombre joy replicates in silence
active we look away, passive and still
Categories:
sombrely, allusion, change, character, emotions,
Form: Free verse
After flaunting her wares and dazzling our eyes
Her energy ebbing ,motivation low
It should come to us as no surprise
That her colours fade to no linger glow
She does now sedately and sombrely dress
Though it still being in her nature to tease
With the whispering wind she conspires to impress
Her onlookers as she strips to please
This seasonally haunting dance of the seven veils
With her fluttering leaves of russet ,brown and gold
Amid the showers of which us she richly hails
Shows that she does not fear being so bold
Autumn even with her loss of lively chirping
Displays a beauty than summer no less gripping
Categories:
sombrely, age, beauty,
Form: Sonnet
A raven sits alone, perched upon a tombstone,
humming an eerie tone, which is sombrely known.
This deadly treachery is disturbing my reverie.
A shadowy energy, ready for tragedy!
My soul tries to ignore this Grim Reaper at my door.
I've seen him before, now he's back like an eager whore.
Upon my last breath, I prepare to dance with death,
sadly I must confess, I'm beginning to lose my strength.
Should I weep with woe, if this is my 'swan song' tango.
I just need to know how to perform my ending show.
Like a fish drawn to bait, it's time to accept my fate,
heaven or hell's gate is not for me to debate.
From mourning please abstain as memories will remain,
but those who mocked with disdain, from fake cries please refrain.
Silence was my nepenthe, but now it's my enemy,
as death is an adversary without a remedy.
Silent One
18 April 2021
Categories:
sombrely, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
THE MAN MADE FROM THE MASK
Why should the world be so cruel
to hide all our sighs and smiles?
Conspired course of common curtain of our faces
masked all the genre in this life's work of art:
dirges, epios and odes of poetry,
prose-like language and narrative,
then tragedies of daily dramas.
Time ticked tocked away in vignette,
the mask becomes as one with a soul,
gradually taking over the heart's geography map
but the soul owner - mankind,
the glaze of God's serenity,
resultant effect of Satan's defeat,
ceremoniously "maskified" in myriad subleties
as breath sombrely stolen silently
or ruthlessly rationally restrained.
Now, the modern man-made mask
is making it's own new breed out of mankind,
starting to conquer the heart
in this last episode of WW3
until it (the mask) becomes a norm, a life, a being.
God's last creation is being reformed.
VickWizzy.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.
Categories:
sombrely, 1st grade,
Form: Free verse
They say Have Faith
But do they really know
Have they seen the light before
Have they seen for sure
I try to believe
But what’s left is we’re alone
Sombrely living
And forever black clouds hang over
Even when it’s such a sign
Inability to cope sans you
Has frozen my soul
And it’s so damn cold
Aching and numb
And I get so hot for minute,
I feel my breath
Then it’s over,
Back to frozen
And I lose you again.
Categories:
sombrely, dark,
Form: Blank verse
Earth has not anything to show more dread or drear
And reckless would he be of soul to venture by
A tragic scene gut-wrenching in its travesty
This city now doth fully its mourning weeds wear
From a shocking afternoon filled with siren blare
Open to violent threats,aimed to terrify
Kids,tourists,passers-by,police and medics cry
In defiance,not broken in the pain soaked air
Never did the sun more glaringly drench and steep,
With her lancing rays, face,window or reflection
Ne'er saw I,never ever felt trauma so deep
River flowing by,blind to this vile aggression
Good God!The very House was locked in nightmarish sleep,
All that mighty city then and there racked with tension.
Categories:
sombrely, anger, fear,
Form: Sonnet
So much hope for understanding bright,
Larking sombrely, vertical as a servant,
Reluctance explained, quite irreverent,
For the first time feeling justified, right,
No matter the obliqueness of my plight;
But I could not certain issues circumvent,
Even though I risked an unstable mind,
Nearly there, almost ninety percent tight,
But not completely at the table spread;
I pull myself together with both hands,
Facing the community, my world given,
Steadfast guardians need a talking bed;
Conversation is sway and will enliven,
But disappointment visits me in strands.
Rhoda Monihan
Poetry form: Italian sonnet
5th November 2015
For Contest: Dancing With Description
Categories:
sombrely, community, emotions, mentor, sad,
Form: Sonnet
I sombrely sit in this cold, dingy, dark cellar,
A thousand thoughts race around my mind,
Some sick, some insane...most repulsive.
But they are all mine.
My hooded jacket clings around me hiding the cuts and slits in my skin and flesh,
My mascara and heavy eye liner runs down my face and stains my cheeks.
Chin on knees, bleeding arms wrapped around myself, eyes sunken and leaking.
Searching through the thoughts looking for something that explains my situation.
Ear phones blaring, drowning out the world,
Each mirror smashed, the glass now scattered on the floor,
A floor now soaked from stagnant water and blood.
Now I cannot see the failure in the mirror staring back at me when I glance at it.
I want to fade into this darkness,
Merge with the walls and ground,
Become inanimate.
I wish I was stronger
Categories:
sombrely, confusion, depression, lifeme, mirror,
Form: I do not know?