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A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.
Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Categories:
thickset, writing,
Form: Free verse
the fathomage
of thoughts falling
from fogged mind
are thickset
like september air
i shiver beneath
its imponderous touch
as memories awaken
before the dawn
i am flushed
in crimson tones
as the horizon blushes
in similar hues
I watch thoughts
and darkness
fade out
beyond the screams
of awakening birds
as if carried
on the beat of their wings
the crescendo of night's winds
become mere whispers
stilled like hushed thoughts
as the fog lifts
Categories:
thickset, morning,
Form: Free verse
these petals unfold
like thoughts of mind
heavy as the weight they bear
this benumbed september day
in the crux beyond a seed's gather
viscid drops of crimson red
carried off by wings of time
now daffing in the cooler air
the hive of mind
through torturous stings of past
grounds me thickset
in honey coated memories
i still taste the poison
lingered from your lips
bitterness of venomous lies
through death's astringent kiss
my love for you, it tarries
no greater than the buzz
amidst these dandelions
stomped upon your grave
September 4, 2019
Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Categories:
thickset, death, memory, pain,
Form: Free verse
In an evening wood, fairies play;
moonlight’s resplendent fingers dance among them.
Only the trees know fairy secrets;
they’re fairy, security systems.
When winter shows its frigid caress,
trees reveal bodies of thickset wood.
Fairies need no warm apparel,
they are elemental spirits, indifferent to chill.
Trees revel in fairy merry-making;
fairies are their caregivers.
When the next spring thaw begins,
busy fairies armed with paint and brushes;
reward the trees with a new coat of foliage.
Categories:
thickset, angel, appreciation, fairy, fun,
Form: Prose
I tip toe through the darken forest
Shhhh! This is my favorite tune
Notes astray from a thickset underbelly hollow
It’s like gold on the wind that’s spun anew
A snap of fingers and click of heels
Beneath a toadstool where I see mighty movement
It’s a belly aching fiddler conspiring with wee laughter
And my feet begin to dance a merriment enchantment
This time I’m absolutely sure
I’ve found their little hiding place
Where all the Leprechauns go at night
At the rainbow’s end to drink green beer and sing
My legs won’t even begin to stop
As they jig me into woodland further and further within
Closer to those little devils and their hidden sacred spot
I knew the magic of the Irish music would be death of me yet
Categories:
thickset, music, mystery, me,
Form: Ballad
An Irish Gathering
Thomas said
you can’t go home again
but I did for my sister
and the christening of her first.
Everyone, on folding chairs, against
the whitewashed basement walls, was there
for ham and beef and beer, the better
bourbons, music, argument and talk.
Maura came; she hadn’t married.
Paddy, fist around a beer, declared
I owed my family the sight
of me more often.
Hannah, thickset now,
gray and apronless,
rose beside the furnace,
wolverined me to the coal bin door
and asked me in the face,
with sibilance and spittle,
who or what it was
that kept me anywhere,
everywhere, but there.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
thickset, socialme, me,
Form: Free verse
A maddening re-tune this flip-optimist.
Placid savant of scowl repeated.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Identical figuring head of lists.
Circuit loops to retreat.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Brave speculating his death-mix.
Offspring"s statements over slipped.
Thickset, daunt in Idle, overly pist.
Color of choosier brown the analyst.
Saturates sometime smile.
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist.
Lucidity reminds this Alchemist,
of dreams, ink wet for keeping.
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Wit serpentine, spooling a cyrisalist.
The mystic, realizing the trick
A maddening re-tune, this flip-optimist
Thickset, daunt in idle, overly pist.
Categories:
thickset,
Form: I do not know?