We were once bejeweled dolphins frolicking.
Within the starry glitter of a spiritual sea.
Our freedoms were gilded and fathomless.
Then eyeless ogres of mayhem and madness
Steadily parched our peace and happiness.
Tempered our smiles, muffled our clicks...
Until there was nothing but blackness left.
They've molded us into skittish goldfish.
Trapped us in their rose-stemmed glasses.
Feeding us a few rancid flakes at a time.
Dictating that we should be forever grateful.
To be in the shadow of their pseudo shine.
Riding their plastic sextants and jagged kindness.
Thinking we need them to center our lives.
Dunking these vote-centric peckers is paramount.
Now kick back, smoke a blunt, watch the blue buzzards drown.
"she spoke of him quoting others.
Were his quotes of stories, might I call him
a storyteller.
Were hius stories of Ballets, might
than I speak of him as a songster.
Then he speaks of unknowns and
sceince: so then shall we call
him and unknown sceintist.
Then who's works are these? Thus we
stand in the confience of tommorrow, to
have the blueprints to the future!"
from Doctor Wufgang Sinsier
I’ve turned the corner, finally gone around the bend
Was a long learning curve, brought me here to no end
And now looking back I see, a spiral staircase descend
Followed blindly into a hell, where this poem was penned
By
David Kavanagh
QUAT-RO your four line Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian strand 19/11/2020
No placement
Lavish luscious liaison
Orchestrated obsession
Nocturnal nebulae
Gifted graceful gallantry
Secluded sanctuary
Tiffany telltale turtledoves
Effervescent ecstacy
Metaphysical mascarade
Magically manipulated mandolin
Erotic entanglement
Delectable daredevil demigods
Rhythmic romance rhapsody
Openhearted opulence
Secret sensuous seduction
Exquisite exotic elixir
Sumptuous scent of long stemmed roses
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on June 24, 2019 for contest YOUR PERSONAL PERFECT POEM PICK sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION
Long-stemmed Promises
sweet babies
need sleep, sustenance and love.
Sounds easy enough.
Ask the sleepless mother
who feels the diaper rash more
than the infant.
Ask the mother whose child
is the bully or the bullied or
the social outcast.
Ask the mother of the child
Hooked on drink and drugs,
the troubled ones.
Ask the mother of the adult
child growing her own
long-stemmed promises.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
November 5, 2005
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