The muzzle flash of the moon is infused with clouds
where the brightness tapers off on knees that poke through
the slit in her dress; the hem slips off her crossed legs.
Gunpowder in sieves flecks her irises
when she glimpses through my lunar haze
of daydreams that I'll trigger her to smile.
A Guns N' Roses song flogs silence in the back-
ground of my mind as she stands to shake
hands I synchronously half-rotate to kiss.
Her wedding ring tastes like zinc, or some strange kettle
of moondust while she avers that I look as pale
as mists conspiring to discover our trail.
Though we can't see her butler crack the whip to keep
a distant carriage in place,
whinnying clouds beam a grin to her face.
Stepping out into the warm morning sun to find it holding hands with the meadows
The grass and the flowers dance synchronously with each other's shadows
Elated, in watching life come alive, elevated from slumbering in their burrows
Reminded of how my happiness has risen against now long forgotten sorrows
My mind's camera is taking snapshots, I suppose
Saving to memory; how beautiful they're exhibited by each expose
Dreams of anticipation as the anchor of time pulls the sunshine to another close
What I find in tomorrow's meadow may very well eclipse what in today's has arose
Hear ye all, henceforth, Let it be proclaimed,
the first five books are synchronously known
as The Pentateuch. Leading faiths acclaimed
to be Christian and Jewish drawn from stone.
Claimed author, by and large, flight stareway
to wings and hauls swarthy locked dominion.
Greek pente five teuchos book, or crock-clay
to bear volume. Congruence brand common.
Transcend sanctioned, chosen by the divine,
retrieve and set free, quagmire pre-breakout
--God's Law Giver, ... Hebrew Torah enshrine
Moses. Collective's command role, no doubt.
Numbers, *** Genesis, **Who?** Leviticus,
Deuteronomy, *****Mosheh,***** Exodus.
We waltz~
'neath August moon
with the fruity fig trees
that synchronously sway with us.
The mystique moon~
in its crescent phase
a smiling sparkle in the sky
as we dance through the night.
Your hands~
holding mine
are like pillars
of pious promises~
to have and to hold.
Your eyes~
that exude stardust
in the dimly luminous light
of empyrean aura
lead me~
to a road of no return.
27 August 2020
STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (27) ,any form,any theme
Contest Judged: 8/27/2020 11:43:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
1st place
My choir director
is a painter
a music stand her easel
the choir loft her frame
her canvas is the air
we breathe in
and synchronously exhale
Sixteen voices are her paints
organized by color palettes
low ebony hues down there
bright primary tones over here
complementary colors placed in between
the accompanist creates a background wash
under her attentive ear
Following her calling with tenacity and talent
her hands pirouetting like ballerinas
expressive decisive intentional
coaxing cohesive chorales
conversing with the rhythm
she paints a sacred symmetry of
sanctified synergy in sound
// for Janet, my beloved choir director and bride of 35 years //
written 2 Aug 2020
Shh, surrender silent sorrows.
Subconsciously slip into stillness,
sedately surrounded in serenity's song.
Slumber satisfied, slithering softly between
silky soap scented sanitized sheets.
Soak up summaries of summers spent splashing at
seashores, sandles sifting through salt scented sand,
as sapphire skies shine splendidly.
Scores of silver seagulls soar stunningly
above saltwater seaweed scenery.
Suddenly snorkeling with seahorses,
you somehow become the studied subject.
Swimming in submarine schools, scarcely secluded,
you become someone's significant someone.
Spryly spinning synchronously side by side
someone special, sprinkled in sentimentality,
speaking shrouded sounds,
you shift seamlessly into sound sleep.
"Speak some sense slower," some seahorse shrieks.
Sensibly speak shrouded sounds slower, softer,
so she can sleep sometime soon.
2/9/2020
THE RIVIERA OF BELONGING
The hanging stillness of grey summer cloud
grips two vibrant hearts synchronously mute.
The throb of lingering love they can hear loud,
time has stopped, past and future wiped out.
Walking along the deserted and silent alley
they feel the bond of welded togetherness.
As rain begins to waft with the breeze softly
the welling passion showers longing caress.
Lest their flaming desire is doused by the rain
he opens his ember scorched red umbrella.
Access to a private niche of ardor they gain
where he holds close to heart his Cinderella.
Her slender ballerina body begins to burn,
his sedating kiss numbs her breathless being.
She wishes the stilled time doesn’t soon return
for she feels floating to the riviera of belonging.
November 2, 2018
Open I say the mechanical molecular mind
As we stare from the celestial spheres and wonder
The non-physical now that is left behind
A timeless tapestry with tenacious thunder
The Keys that unlock the spatiotemporal still
Unveiling momentous multitudes of matter
Emphatically experiencing the fastidious free will
Creating transitory thoughts within the cosmic clatter
The Keys synchronously slowly tactically turn
For we await the immaculate enigma engines
Infinite Love and wisdom is our youthful yearn
Microcosms of uncertainty in determinant dimensions
For the cradling creators of the cosmic keys
Watching and waiting in the bionomical breeze.
The Key to infinite Love
The Key to infinite Wisdom
The key to infinite Uncertainty
Jul.13.2016
THREE KEYS - Poetry Contest
By John lawless
A storm is brewing in the azure ether
Somber clouds loom with thunderbolts
Shadows enshrouded small seaside town
Tides crashes with ire against the rocks
Inner turmoil seethes in Lara's addled mind
Racing thoughts haunt through the years
Double personality was an escape from reality
Evincing the forbidden behavior by society
Cloudburst flooded the fishing coast by hours
Paralyzing a town when time seems stand still
Waterspout appeared in the fierce ocean waves
Desolating Cape Fishing Town without mercy
Shiny sun rays appeared in the sky after the storm
As a sign of hope between the desolated scene
Lara came out from the basement used as shelter
The inner and outer tempest concluded synchronously
For A Storm Is Brewing Contest
Sponsored by Kelly Deschler
Fifth Place
4-17-2016
inspiration, philosophies, friendships, creativity
Developmental Journeys©
Motion carries to our lips---
Lips form words from thoughts….
Thoughts are very instantaneous----
Can be noted or rejected in an instant…..
Instants reflect audible responses---
Responses lead to words of understanding….
Understanding can be an illusion---
Illusions can make for grandiose sanctions---
Sanctions conveyed to winded philosophies….
Philosophies can bring on negative attitudes----
Attitudes can make and break friendships….
Friendships rapport on equal levels---
Levels intensify when submitted about freely…
Free speech is a gift much in demand---
Demands can hassle the mind---
Mind is but ours to develop….
Development opens to creativity---
Creativity stretches our inspiration….
Inspirations bring about questions----
Questions are a start to narrative wisdom….
Wisdom grants the key to its membership---
Membership tallies rise and rallies all….
All to speak thoughts in synchronized---
Synchronously marries with the ‘soul’….
Soul is a ‘being’ collaborating on life---
Life is……..
Didee
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