Silence pierced through the thick blanket
Of his thoughts, heretofore plagued
By a quaff of exhaled tobacco,
Spiralling and somersaulting in the air,
Like a fierce missile
Sent on a sinister mission,
Before mercilessly, ricocheting
Against the backdrop of his unassuming ceiling
There he stood
Imagining the gigantic impact
Of a tiny veil of vapor
As it burst forth from his nostrils
In a single file, before spreading it's renegade black wings,
Intimidatingly traversing every corner of the room;
He googled as the vapor ascended in a frenzy,
Like a gush of morning Dew,
Swaddling the orbit,
Before being subdued by a battalion of torrential rain,
Descending from the sky defiantly;
To proclaim the Cacophony and preponderance
Of the generic nature of life.
Bored with the ambience of his room,
He needed a place where he could take off the gloom,
He decided to take a walk to the riverside,
Where his thoughts would go on a serene glide,
The tranquil of the river pulled on his heartstrings,
He sat down and took out his violin,
He closed his eyes as he played,
He was drowned in the symphony,
It hemmed his nerves that were frayed,
As he slowly opened his eyes,
His mouth opened like a vice,
A frog was jumping, somersaulting and dancing,
He was captivated by the scene,
It wasn’t a thing he had ever seen,
He stopped playing,
The frog kept jumping, somersaulting and dancing,
It was lost in the merry,
It later stopped,
They both stood looking at each other,
The fiddler smiled,
The frog jumped back into the river,
It was one of their several meetings.
February 1, 2023.
Clocks somersault to drive time;
Can we stop time by breaking all clocks and alarms?
The Earth somersaults to sail through years and centuries;
Would we request our ship to pause the aging of mankind?
The Light somersaults from dawn to dusk;
Could we order this planet to stop it's revolutions around the sun?
Lives somersault from good to bad;
But we can walk gracefully without bad deeds.
on a shoestring diet only going around in circles ~ yo yo
inside a huge tornado just somewhere over the rainbow ~ toto
happily oblivious on a corkscrew rollercoaster ~ ho ho
somersaulting off the high board heading for a bellyflop ~ no no
paratroopers landing awkwardly behind enemy lines ~ go go
highly intelligent beings orbit the densest planet ~ so so
A STRAND (1063) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
02/01/22
What I'd like to give you, is an ounce of my cologne...
As your wish is my command. Are you already seduced by
It's sweet aroma? Your soul somersaulting with celestial bliss?
Then consider it a parting gift, my dear friend,
Because...because; gosh, it pains me to inform you;
It's been great fun; this is probably our final goodbye,
So I want you so hold on to a piece of me.
The whiff of my cologne is something to always remember me by...
Draw it ever so slowly into your breath; savor it
While it lasts. When the sandalwood scent eventually fades,
I desperately hope the seed of remembrance sown
Within you sprout into a toweringly mighty redwood tree.
Oh, may you never forget! Bring me home; keep me caged
Inside the warm dungeon of your heart and mind!
Bring Me Home Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Date written: 09/29/2021
And now the moment of truth...
It's been a long time coming!
He drops to one knee
and nervously proposes marriage;
she tearfully nods her head, "Yes"
Spectators clap, cheer and whistle.
Euphoria traps them in it's cocoon.
Their happy feet
levitating
off the ground.
They're now flying
immeasurably high
and somersaulting
in the invigorating air
without wings.
Euphoric both are,
as if kissed on the lips
by God.
Date written: 04/03/2021
Three words kissed my ears- my heart somersaulting
as his heartbeats revert.
27.2.2021
Monoku.
Wrapped in sapphire ribbons, a box of little seeds,
shivered in my palms as I unraveled the layers.
Planted in my garden, caressed by gentle breeze,
they sprouted into amorphous clouds from the soil.
Creeping along my window side they hovered at nights,
I hadn't imagined a shrub of vibrant emotions...
Ah! They burst in colorful showers in my dreams,
I dance on floating tunes in the ballroom of love.
Somersaulting across the nearby lawn they sweep,
gentle strides of cushioned blooming mellowed showers.
My neighbor seems friendly on gloomy mornings,
simmering camaraderie from sprinkled rain of joy.
I smile and wonder what magic those seeds possess
while they secretly wink from sprouting clouds at me.
August 12, 2020
"Mystery Seeds" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
~Winner: 2nd Place
Lofty crafts of sensational creations,
Oily traits dripping affections
Vulnerable hearts somersaulting
Evisaging allusive hyperbole.
Damped dance, complex steps
Elating destruction with a breath
Acreage littered with confetti of gloom
Tainted trails, dainty doom
Hood hoisted, deep-six in hell.
Track embroidered with bramble brier
Innuendos of choices chunk at men
Mid-way mediator of the turbulent twain
End of love, beginning of death.
19:10:04:14:40
a single snap, sparks the lux
crowns us here in the mind
along all moments and pieces of time
they scatter in a constant motion
expanding exquisite for the aftermath
blazing fusion usher’s nightfall
superior fragments kindle astral
answer to the celestial roll call
the regiment reaches star to star
form a cosmos near and far
somersaulting ravenous to be brighter
deprivation bends an arrow
strikes a moving target cold
taps light upon your window
the stars surrender one of their own
a beacon seeks an ethereal soul
the desire to pair in the ember glow
subtle turns to tumble mellow
descent mimics slow falling snow
a luminescence weeping fusion
this fallen star aptly reflects
heavens majestic attempt
behold a mortal celestial guide
the existence of divine
glistens in one last flicker
a long look into the sky
never bending a knee
stretches shadows over our eyes
we seldom peek beyond happenstance
holding tight to a wish already spent
a single snap, sparks the lux
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
I heard someone sobbing clearly, I heard someone moan,
Was it a wail, or a sigh, or was it more of a piteous groan?
It was as if a tormented human was tortured and left to die,
Was it my imagination? Surely I had heard someone cry!
The leaves were somersaulting, the flowers madly danced,
The angry waves lashed and fumed and ragingly advanced,
The clouds were torn to pieces and whipped across the sky,
Why this tumultuous frenzy? Can anyone tell me------ why?
The birds in their nests trembled, the trees shivered now and then,
A rumbling sound resonating could be heard coming from the glen,
A subdued distant buzzing was followed instantaneously by a roar.
Why these inexplicable unnatural happenings, I would like to know.
Restless Soul of Sea
somersaulting waves rupture
Tsunami drowns Love.
Dated 27th January 2019
Contest - Ocean Waves Haiku
Sponsor - Tania Kitchin
Syllable - 5 7 5 on poetrysoup syllable counter
The dank petrichor of grainy night,
meters stand like gravestones,
the obsidian avenue slick as a sapphire,
windowed granite rising in sharp cut shadows,
wind gusting, tumbleweed clouds somersaulting
in a moonless ghost town.
I jingle keys with atonal sky
and listen to my footsteps on concrete
ticking like a clock.
There are places to be.
I hasten my step as rain drops resume,
one by one mounting into a riotous crowd.
Umbrella-less, I am soon sopping,
hair a wet carpet, suit a gray saturated tarp,
the briefcase and tote onyx boulders.
My car is still a block away,
but eventually I reach it
like a leaf washing down stream.
The tote slips off my shoulder
as I stoop to retrieve fallen keys
lying in a shallow puddle like a shattered talisman.
Suddenly I begin laughing,
dropping everything in the street,
my face skyward, arms splayed like a crucifix.
Now there is no tomorrow,
only the farce of my predicament,
standing like a drowned coyote howling
at the moon as though it would be there forever.
Here I stand in moonlight
Here I stand looking up at the stars
Me a Selenophile in awe of moon and starlight
Wishing I could be amongst them
Visiting the plough the Great bear constellations
Bouncing and running over craters of the moon
Somersaulting and drifting out into space
Astral flying in cosmic grace
As a Selenophile I can barely wait
Each day for night to come again
So I can dream of being with the moon and these stars
Sailing away into space wide and far.
Falling snow, beauty belies its hidden dangers!
White-veiled mountains can be a threat to all below,
But on the day the inviting piste, it's splendours!
Skiers, see the sparkle in their eyes, they love the snow!
They jump from mounds, landing in a great snow flurry!
Slamon round the mounds, snow flying, friends cheer them on!
Then there's tobogganers, always in a hurry!
Snowboarders, somersaulting, an exhibition!
Dusk, the piste brilliantly lit, skiers enchanted.
They no longer ski alone, shadowed company.
Downhill runs ending with a party, some canted
Party ending all happy, no one got frumpy!
Next day, goodbyes all done and dusted, flying home.
Still, snowing flight cancelled, oh well no one complained.
Sadly the snow, heavy, piste closed, hear them all moan!
The next day, avalanches and worse for them rained!
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