Lay there sinking, thinking
under the surface of sodden anxieties.
Recall you darkly
the flickering hours, the tinctured years,
as sweat-stained sheets leech.
This room may be your last gasp,
but you can’t tell,
time distorts death as it does life.
Come morning, the body
(if it is still fitfully aware),
may be rinsed by an untried light,
an embalmed mind unwrapped
as muggy dreams are moped away
for one more uncertain day.
The sun having a frozen side~
a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
in f i r e.
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.
I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
do I hide the cry of my fat?
With the frozen side of the sun,
snowflakes fall but never thaw,
painting my doorstep in white,
chilling my bones dry,
shaking my limbs stiff.
Birds hide their faces...
and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
mimic the whispers of restless winds—
announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
that will not abate...
the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.
I'm b o i l i n g—
a tempest brewing...
not as a boiling frog syndrome
but like a fish out of water
in a slough of despond.
My skin scathes,
heat burns leave sores on my soles.
Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I w h i s p e r e d—
in the absence of ears~
"I need the frozen side of the sun."
Shakespeare Sweats a Contest
Sweating Bard, thou dost pen in hot, mid-day roast!
“That new poetry contest’s golden trophy I must win.”
Old Sol, cooking Shakespeare into a warm, golden toast.
To lose, you see, for him, was a most dark, heinous sin!
Sad, sad, to observe him ignore his divine sterling wit!
Trees sftly whispering, “Stop now, be off your knees!”
“Take heed, for you need not lose and be christened a twit”
“Bard, be not just a common man, simply out to please!”
He listened to the whisperings of the wisdom of lush trees.
Thence, filled anew his goblet with freedom and fresh wine.
Broke his old quill with joy, his own dancing muse, now freed.
Trophy ideation, gone, his individualism, oh, magnificence divine!
3/1/2024
Trees shed leaves
A mother sheds her tears and sweats
Trees lose their glories
A mother loses her youth
Trees offer a dappled shade
A mother offers protection and love
Trees leave baldness and rings in their trunks
A mother leaves an everlasting memory and a precious love
In her children's heart
Night Sweats
Startled at night, I awake,
frozen, motionless, immobilized,
eyes straining into the black void,
phantoms darting about me,
springing from every direction,
heart racing, rapidly breathing,
fantasy and fear running amok
***
October 16, 2019
F F I series 30 demi sonnet
Brian Strand, sponsor
dream
fanciful, entertaining
uplifting, floating, flying
bed, pillow, fist, monster
startling, heart-pounding, horrifying
ugly, scary
nightmare
Sun is sweat,
Sunflowers no scent,
Still lovers,
Sun flowers!
Sweats and Sweets
Skinny sleek working in hot sun and extreme cold,
Earns his blood while making both ends meet,
Determination sweats as salty drops of pure gold,
Sound sleep of content at night does greet,
Hard work embraces the success so sweet !
English quintain
Written June 19th, 2015
For contest by Olive
Theme- success
In one graceful motion, I lift my love on high
with all my strength, suffering and sweat
until hills fall in shadow. Until my words die
upon sweetened breath, I shall never forget -
I am fated to long for our lover's duet.
How can I break away, retreat from this -
a taste of forbidden love for my soul to graze,
to want eternally? For one summer day of bliss,
glazed, green apple eyes enticed with their gaze
while berry-kissed lips set lush fields ablaze.
In one fluid motion, I poured over you,
drizzled my love like honey. An impassioned sun
burned bold at midnight until Venus flew
and beads of sweat fell from heavens undone;
until, no going back, we, two, became one.
When my arms lift you into realms higher
than I'll ever know and stars sparkle near
like beautiful, new lovers to desire,
remember my sweat and sacrifice, my dear.
I lift you with waning days of sweet youth and tears.
Written 6/18/15 for Olive's Sweats and Sweets Contest
A flamed anguish gathers in a bleak cellar
of gray nights pounding on my veins,
steaming through a roughened flesh;
that in my days I have lost passion’s luster
and solitude is the only elixir I rub for now.
Yet in reflection, the breaths find out how
this darkness can shed a glow upon excretion
of angst: the allowing of heart’s root begins
to sprout in dewy, fertile mornings.
I roam along cafes where flavored kisses
once bloomed in July: your turn now
to beg for a second chance, oh much too soon.
For I have reaped moments of lush joy,
of christened peace ,as new blossoms ripened
from discoveries and friends to feast;
till goblets of life sparkled like oozing champagne
while your face turned old from stubbles of time.
6/18/2015
Olive Eloisa Guillermo’s Sweats and Sweets
I look a sight! And covering my skin
are old loose sweatpants I don’t ever wear
outside the house. That means I’m staying in!
No lipstick. No mascara, and my hair
is tied back in a ponytail. I need
to shower. It could use a good shampoo!
Instead, I grab a magazine to read.
There isn’t too much else I want to do.
But wait! There’s one more thing before I flop
down on my comfy bed. I go to get
some Häagen-Dazs with chocolate on top.
And don’t begin to think I’m finished yet!
Some candies too, for sweets are what I crave
when wearing sweats inside my woman cave!
Written June 14, 2015
For the Sweats and Sweets Contest of Olive Eloisa Guillermo
What makes us very proud and astute
is the sweat of our labor;
at the day's end, we gather
around the abundant table of gratitude.
We were told by our fathers who were wise and thrifty,
" Work hard and reap the reward of your planted seed. "
Why some prosper and others fall to poverty?
It is fortitude: that willingness to succeed!
One powerful Man tried to exterminate a race
for the wealth they accumulated in foreign land,
envy smeared his face with hate: a look without grace...
today they still thrive and remember their heartless fiend!
Do your part in life and continue to shine until death arrives,
don't become that one in desperate need who asks for handouts:
more tender will be the bread you eat, sweeter will be the wine you drink,
and although riches you won't amass, storms can't make your ship sink!
Written on 6/ 16/ 2015
What makes us very proud and astute
is the sweat of our labor;
at the day's end we gather
around the rich table of gratitude.
Time to head off to the gym, for my daily work out session
Tummy bulging, thighs are wobbling, my body is in regression
Once I was toned and oh so slim
But the lure of sweets just sucked me in
Chocolate and biscuits are my downfall
A bag of ‘Minstrels’ I will eat them all
Here in the gym I am working up a sweat …
Sweets and chocolate I must forget
So I do my aerobics class and then have a swim
Do fifty lengths – oh I must be getting slim
Then off for a circuit class, oh I do work hard
For I want to look so sexy in my purple leotard
After all that exercise I’ve worked up a healthy appetite
Grab a bag of fries – no wonder my clothes feel so tight!
06~15~15
Sweats and Sweets Contest – Olive E Guillermo
What will I wear today?
I do not feel good......about myself
The mirror ~~~~~~~oh how it taunts me!!!
teaseeeeeeeeees me!!!
I'm left wondering?????? why!
Why!
Why I can't---- I just can't stop eating,
these sweet things******They comfort me for tiny big moments.
Fill me up with cream pies & chocolate brownies
Stuff it down---- down deep where the pain is!
Bury it with a shovel Filled with candied Pecans______pat it down
As I roll my eyes O O O O oooh that cheese cake looks sooooo good!?!!
I'll wait for my wanted, until you all go home~~~~~I crave my alone--- lonely out of control time.... Uninterrupted/ without << judging--looks
What will I wear today? WHAT WILL I WEAR?
I reach for jeans that used to looook so good
Shirts that used to show off my chest and arms
Now the lower buttons straiiiiiining-----threatening to pop!
There they are my thirty year old Adidas powder blueee sweat pants
They fit me perfectly;0(
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