A man of blood, and gore and grief.' Maybe a puppet.? Certainly a thief.' With minions of dark demonic spawn, no hint of compassion, suchlike would have plaited
The thorns, in that crown of horror, with malice and brawn, lovers of bribery and power of lies, upon a relief
flotilla they've just metastacized.' High on drugs.? On hate and
Pain..The regurgitation of victimhood, is
More than plain.' They'll have a celebration
Right at gommorha its all so strange' ultra liberal values.' And many letters, as they lecture the world on how they
are so; its betters.? Just again and again..In a morbid
Refrian
Maybe because most countries; are
merely now debtors.?
I would assist you to be smarter and wiser
Knowing virtues of being solitude is safer
You will have chances to adore your world
Where has no seen with starving predators
All preys are being chained up in earthly world
Being authorized for one another's desserts
I can't tell if this would be with humans
But if you conceive, you have had enough pain
But don't complain suchlike a wronged poetess*
And neither hate and fight as some avengers
But please understand the stories I read as for
Being any characters in the play directed by Lord
*Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919)
Life is still being fair to every person
Walking all roads toward destination
No matter they are circuitous or plain
And mind not the yields joy or pain
Lives suchlike yours and mine appeared
As to be bracketed quotes of comments
Made by yet to be known forces we share
Once compiled as being a book presents
As seemed the most accurate words chosen
And the most vividly truth has explained
No matter they are circuitous or plain
Once visualized as being pictures shown
As seems the most reasonable lines drawn
And the most pretty colors are painted
It's the most common truths are recorded
And the most precious piece of arts coined
For us being together to read and comprehend
With thankfulness and loving feelings keen
The world is somehow a pomegranate
Every individual of us in it is the seeds
Having stayed similar to juicy tastes
Holding together long yawning for grace
Dreaming to germinate in the spring breeze
And to grow up and stand tall in the soil
Blooming virtually and quietly in the Sun-rays
And to appeal the amethyst for your please
Oh, lord! You'd be proud of thee for all
For so many myths, you leave there to face
And so many choices given alike in blind dates
Sara beaumont? a k a nichola charles.' hosts a podcast (view
It in your own backyards)or on the couch; in motel on airplane as you go'
Shes one of those neighbours stars? Of tv fame ya know..! Well she's toughed it out, and is really going strong '
Find her on rumble, you-tube; and even patreon' well i won't just keep
Gassing here on soups backyard fence! You can make up your own mind, i don't guess you're that dense? So swing over to Aussie and have a (look see) you can email and suchlike..Just take it from me' this sheila is rock'in with
Stuff from the hole! This is straight through the mirror
Thats been hiding some goals' a word similar to gaol?
Guess it depends on your ed? And like where we get our
Info? Now thats quite enough said.)
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the dust has finally settled
hearts now sigh in relief
the guests have left at last
nobody’s turned a new leaf
the conversation was lively
mischief pervaded the air
without meaningful content
executed with aplomb and flair
life role by us thus enacted
dynamic stillness in motion
within the mundane atmosphere
yet savours soma nectar potion
our heart’s secret goes unnoticed
even by near and dear ones
as we remain vibrant throughout
innumerable suchlike reruns
Dreaming is a choice,
Suchlike a breeze
Or a blooming rose
Petals flourish anyway,
I have dreams and - fantasies
This wave of fancy
Suchlike fresh air to my spirit
My muse - is obdurate
Assist in my endeavor
Stardust metaphors erase shyness
Spreads soothing stake shades
The bright moon
With its stillness
Silently watching over us,
At the bottom of the sea,
Fantasy of acceptance
With a backward glance,
To impanel who deserves
Becoming a seaside charmer
The sound of the waves
Swarming aped thunder,
Mysteries that magnify madness
A magic that can only be used once,
Invoked by the tides
I was literally astounded
Through this surreal event,
A dreamer soul
Whose kiss dispels all doubts?
In fantasy, fantastic feelings
Sight and story are the core
To provide the reader with realism,
Exquisite and vibrant
Bright - cerulean hues dazzle and deepen.
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: February 06, 2023
Wave Of Fantasy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
What made this day a chill
suchlike an approaching winter,
where clouds absorbed the lit,
of the melting heat of summer?
What gave the sky a pour
of a storm with gloomy water?
Brought by the dimmed clouds,
was the rain of howling somber.
What forced the light to hide
above the mourn of a day?
Shading the dampened land
with a tone of mostly gray.
Strong wind passes by,
pushing every smile away.
But after this cold weather,
will darkness gonna stay?
My very tender heart, the essence of my soul,
Is captivated by my love, who makes me whole.
My red, red heart, enjoying the ruby sunset,
And suchlike beauty, it won't let me forget!
My bleeding heart, wounded by love's arrows,
Like the painful prick, of a fragrant rose.
My heart of gold, sharing while it is caring,
So the hardships of others, to be bearing.
My crossed heart, pulsing with pure honesty,
As orange dawn, gives true noonday prophecy!
My heart's desires, in my wakeful dreaming,
Mad colorful days, when birds are screaming!
My sinking heart, when I've grown discouraged,
Waiting for the sunshine, when blooms flourish.
My warm heart when it is touched by another,
Like rainbow blooms when warm breezes shudder!
Written on: 12/23/2020
For: Curtains Of Your Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
You melted my dreams,
Casted it on your expectations,
Slammed it on me,
To mesh with it with determination.
Draining myself for you,
Still heard what you have done?
Before I close my eyes every night,
I wonder,do you ever love?
You mock at my feelings,
That peep through my eyes,
It's of heartache you gave,
But I am tounge tied.
You care of me sometimes,
And it's alleviating,
I forget all my sorrows,
And think you're loving.
But when the daydream shatters,
And I come in light,
All I see,
Love is but a blight.
I cannot utter "I hate you",
I feel neither,
Though you made me hate myself,
Or the world either.
Everyone says,
I should be loving you,
But I donot feel suchlike,
I feel like I am at the darkest roads,
Forlorn,
Deaf and muted,
I cannot even scream or cry.
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I
I never understood what happened
I never erased your evidence.
it seemed magic not science
Still lives in me your presence ...
II
Something strong without comparison,
as adherent as a dementia
suppression of my consciousness
primal puzzle without explanation ...
III
I feel suchlike an airplane without fuel.
in the air without emergency landing
only you to cerebrate, without stopping...
IV
Even to death, I am insensitive
nothing has for me so much urgency
if only I live to recall and dream ...!
When you walk deep into a wildland
Seeing butterflies dancing in flowers
It's chanting by flying you understand
Suchlike the angels touring in the clouds
You are romantic
While you saw a little newly born bird
Chasing by a bulky starving grey mouse
Your empathy soar bitterly into absurd
And blame the predator for no occults
You are benignant
You are romantic and you are benignant
You will surely be blessed by the land
*Good luck for being positively romantic and having concentrated empathy.
Haiku 24
By; Tom Wright
2003
Forbidden passion
Suchlike pre frost persimmons
Screams of bitterness;
Love! Gifted me a world of vacuity...
Here, I can't breathe.
Here, I don't recognize myself.
There is no way from here.
It is suchlike a black-hole.
I'm alone here.
All I can have is our founding memories,
Nothing else.
Where are you?
You don't wish me to be with you?
The world of vacuity,
where I lost myself !
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Gust wheezes behind the sill, fog on pane
I accede to its drift while moonglow dies ;
This heart longs for you, but would breaths refrain
From asking suchlike thoughts, when time implies—
A goodbye ebbing, cast, by rippled gloom
That drizzles speak of broken ties, of chill;
Nebulous in hours ashed, my nights exhume
A stygian waste trashing days, pungent and ill.
O gruesome the maze through cloudburst —although
My hope unbounded bequeaths inner peace ;
To grant evening shadow its afterglow
Until daybreak hails new comfort of ease.
On my way greeting life, joy always wins
Even if most rainfall ends or begins.
Contest No 500 of Brian Strand
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