A churning within gill and fin so low
with my tongue, she's tasted the aqua bowl
the dancing inside no place ever goes —
How the brig's see through from stem cells under;
what little chains us to this freshwater —
Like into a swim too far for the pier,
This bubble apart — two sea faces' tears.
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Now and then I see you by tank's bulb glow,
then fog up in eyes where my stones are laid —
this lonely space we swim so much we know
our lifetimes, aquarium did us splay —
Never passing to you from coming waves
from this place of fake sea; an odd hourglass
for very most, us both — ...behind plaid glass.
Bonfire fly it’s light high into the nigh
A flicker where I see you countenance
Ironically to splay the feast
In that glimmer
Something simmered
Two never be released
Touch me, rub me, kissy
Ask you if you missy
Princess in a grim’s fantasies
Another night I sit to sing to the sky
Sang this sylph dirge mellifluously
Arc rampart tracing hearts in the stars
You took my breast beat from me
Hollowed out my chest cavity
Scalpel edge serrated blades
I gaze up velvet lips edict low whisper
Keep it no there is no returns
It’s broken
Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
her ethereal gaze tucked me into nirvanic waves
tore me asunder amid quixotic abyss and seraphic throe
I harvest pearls from mollusks in swimming oysters
strip it in kaleidoscopic iris fiercely fleeced mote sand
pearls evolved into a sumptuous elixir necklace
a seashell conceals a jewel-like hair as dark as obsidian
pristine girl with a pearl necklet and mellifluous voice
with her smile flings delicate pearls
her eyebrows cling to me beckoning me near
abrim with tears cleansed her azure iris
I tidied her sylphlike trail some sobs stuffed a cup
It soaked roses threw daffodil pearls bit jujubes with hail
hence my previously sealed heart thawed
a phoenix in its zenith sweeps me to skies
In a cosmic splay studded with stars I dwell
her wispy eyelashes distract me from her gaze
she eviscerates dumbfounds me with dark detritus
may my love ram-raid and induce her to ponder again
The aromatic air ripples with the rhythm of rapture,
the harmonic whisper of the wafting southern wind
serenades in sync with the symphony of rhapsody,
when dawn drifts into enchanted meadows.
Rising sun’s flare sets ablaze within pictorial inferno
the sedate skyline on lawn with the cold fire of color.
Pearls of topaz dew bejewel the chartreuse pasture,
wearing the dazzling diadem of gleaming grandeur.
The bent blades of olivine grass shimmer beguiled
in crimson splay of strawberry sun of the new day.
The buds blush in colors of sky in mesmeric meadow,
where the fluorescent butterflies flitter engrossed.
In the amorous aura of the nascent sunshine shower,
my window frames fascinated nature’s pristine panorama.
The sky composes chromatic collage with sunshine sequins,
the cadence of dulcet coral dawn pulsates in my heart.
#5
Blue
twinges
of lament
cast gaunt shadow
o’er my dreadful pang
as a grim mist segued
into dark claustrophobic
cantons where rabid zeal of hearts
once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein
Yet I cling to golden dawn recall
of lazy strolls in lush green mead
wild sniff of purple heather
neath sun-drenched sky aflame
gusts of joy rippling
froth-rim brook waltz
now toilworn
gaudy
dream
Haze
born of
mellow flight
as hunches splay
across foamed pool morn
plop of jaspers echo
icy shriek as chalk mark toe
dips into a whirlpool eddy
to soothe stark reflections so forlorn
Those august palpitating heartbeats
etched in vivid ripple canvass
entwined that fleeting pearl drop
bead keen ink glint token
a pledge once fervent
now rose tinted
phase on brink
of times
lapsed
Breathe in,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Hold it,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Breathe out,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Hold it,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Breathe within the box
Feel as your lungs expand
Swallow the planet
1, 2, 3, 4.
Exhale your breath
Collapse your lungs
Vomit your soul
1, 2, 3, 4.
Dig your hands into eroded soil
Bent down in worship of Earth
Dirt under fingernails collecting poppies
1, 2, 3, 4.
Splay your fingers toward the sky
Collapse onto a garden bed
Bloom wildflowers from your eyelashes
1, 2, 3, 4.
Ignore the lost faces
Ignore your name
Ignore your senses
1, 2, 3, 4.
Ignore the stars falling
Ignore the trees dissolving
Ignore the lack of temperature
1, 2, 3, 4.
Do not close your eyes
Do not move
Do not panic
1, 2, 3, 4.
Tell me it's real
Tell me I'm real
Tell me the truth
Tell me- 3, 4.
Continue your box-breathing
Ignore my voice
Tell me nothing
1, 2, 3, 4.
Breathe in,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Hold it,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Breathe out,
1, 2, 3, 4.
Hold it,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,...
"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an children killed every week..
Fathers in anguish, mothers drown in their tears,
their babies now gone before their first year..
Every fifteen minutes a child killed in their blast,
while one in four are starving now, some eating only grass.
For those that survive while in harms way, are losing
their limbs as the bombs splay.
12,000 innocents, undeserving of their fate,
while the rest of the world just watches and waits..
47% of Gaza's population are children.
Cosmic rays catalyzed their mission
Mister Fantastic, Reed, led the group
He could stretch like atomic fission.
He bent and flexed to assist the troupe.
Before, girlfriend, later fiancé,
Invisible Woman made impact.
Sue's force field had significant splay
and her bombastic blasts were exact.
Johnny, the Human Torch, struck a name.
As Sue's brother, he was in the know,
used his powers to generate flame.
His embers turned a spark to a glow.
Oh, the monstrous Thing, friend to them all,
grumpy and grouchy but super strong.
He would have been grand with a football.
Stone-like durable flesh and headstrong.
More diversified team you won't find.
Like musketeers, they are one for all
These are the outcasts of humankind,
when need arises, we give them a call.
The breeze blows the somber summer screen away,
the silken sky revives to radiate the argentine allure,
clumps of cloud turning white cotton from canvas grey,
sail shapeless across the span of seraphic azure.
The ambiance prism reflects the vive of autumn
in the lucent threshold of the sun-soaked horizon,
splitting the surreal sunbeam in VIBGYOR spectrum,
hypnotic hues pour out of palette, painting the dawn.
The bowed down slender grass blades with tawny tops,
sway in the crisp air on the lap of the maroon meadow,
wear the crafted crown of shining topaz dew drops,
sparkling with the floating flair of chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt blazing cinnabar garden pathway,
the dry wrinkled trunks of sepia trees still stand tall.
In the rhythmic rustle of the blushing leaves' splay,
they hear the melody of autumn’s aureate footfall.
The sky turns into inferno of lilac sunset splinter,
making the torrent of twilight in my heart to flow.
I hold its radiance for my time in the looming winter,
to feel the touch of warmth from autumnal afterglow.
The indents and lines upon the Earth
From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth.
The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun.
This moment of exclamation says Springtime's begun
Splats of snow lie beneath cliff's high rook.
They splay like asterisks on the pages of a book.
A hiker on foot notes the changes in spring airs,
While the snow under the cliff sheds the last of its tears.
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
If splay open wide my heart I could,
to find the nexus of pain and agony:
Excise that particular node I would –
Reave and plunder it oh so mightily!
Sever, cauterise, amputate the point
from which this eternal sorrow stems.
Cleave, carve and hack away at the joint
where the dire anguish around it bends.
If these excruciating emotions I can banish,
Lash them tight with cables of sheer apathy:
Peaceful bliss never then could ever vanish –
Sleep I shall undisturbed under heaven’s canopy!
Smother, asphyxiate, strangle and suffocate
the very source that caused me to be bereaved.
Instead… I humbly submit, patiently relegate
to God the unbearable burden of one aggrieved.
In the early morning, as the sun yawns and lets out her first light ray
two fishermen walk through the flooded bushes, searching for fish.
Inside cooler waters a silent lake says, " Take your time, take your time"
The sun slow at it's highest point drips with gold and continues to splay
while fish with their caudal fins and tails, kick forward into refreshing waters,
enjoying cool oxygen moments of grace, before the water gets too hot.
"Take your time, take your time" says the dawn
pink and purple, saffron yellow, with a touch of golden mellow.
Two buddies side by side, just like Abbott and Costello
catching fish and then releasing, into the undulated waves.
The sound of a female duck quacking in the distance,
followed by six mallard duckling babies, dark chocolate brown
with fuzzy yellow tails, wagging happily;
They appear to be saying, " take your time, take your time"
In the noon day sun an open tackle box and an empty thermos.
A passerby says " caught any fish yet?"
the fisherman smiles, not yet, they are just taking their time.
In the chartreuse lawn,
the music of rustling leaves I hear,
singing the song ‘summer is gone’,
I listen the footsteps of autumn clear.
The screen of summer dust drifts away,
satin sky radiates aquamarine allure.
The cloud clumps turn white from grey,
sail shapeless across the serene azure.
Lemon leaves absorb autumn colors fast,
painted tangerine and saffron before they fall.
The cadence of color on them won’t last,
it would disappear at winter’s call.
Amethyst grass on lavender meadow
wears pearly crown of radiant dew.
In crimson splay of watermelon sun they glow,
as the horizon hoists a dainty day new.
As the sky soaks the lilac sunset splinters,
the shimmer of coral twilight I feel flow.
I hold it for my days of dismal winter
to get the warmth of autumn afterglow.
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April 25, 2023
For A Brian Strand Premiere No 1211 Contest
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