And writers their disguise
Some traitorous tirade of tongeu twits torrentially
pouring their page on their hearts
Some surprise
I am the largest collection of leaves
Be leaf me
Wither the spoon
Killed with a knife’s
Thrust never gave me the push
What if gravity decided to let go
Some would twist like thinnest thread in tendrils of
terror
Pity seldom used
Justice lies beneath a tarp slowly gathering dust
Hope has changed to less
Love no longer shared
Heroes stopped their fight
Cloud of despair rose from the seamless sea of sorrow,
storm surged from the dismal horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streamlets of tear to torrentially flow,
like the rolling rills of rain drops on the face of foliage.
All the dark clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief,
in a lone clump froze splinter of memory in emotion deep,
like the rain drop lying concealed in the fold of sodden leaf,
waited in me to wail for the promises I could never keep.
Before the ending of our pledged journey you had gone,
left forlorn, I crumbled within the debris of the fallen sky.
Hidden cloud clump melted in remorse, remotely known,
as it upwelled within me all the restraints I felt it did defy.
The spent sun set on strewn spoils of my shattered heart,
from dust of despair shards of my life couldn’t rise anew.
As the destined time came for me with the call to depart,
the cloud of memory shed the last drop of tear for you.
September 1, 2020
Contest : The Last 1
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
The clouds of pathos rose from the sea of sorrow,
the storm surged from the horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streams of tear to torrentially flow
like the rushing rills of rain drops on face of foliage.
April, 20, 2019
Stanza taken from : Molten Cloud Of Memory, posted on February 5., 2019.
Contest Name : Rithimus Divisa
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
The clouds of pathos rose from the sea of sorrow,
the storm surged from the horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streams of tear to torrentially flow
like the rushing rills of rain drops on face of foliage.
All the clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief,
a solitary clump held the tear drop in emotion deep,
like rain drop concealed in the fold of sodden leaf,
waited in me to wail for the promises I couldn’t keep.
Before the end of our pledged journey you’re gone,
forlorn I’ve crumbled in the debris of the fallen sky.
The hidden cloud clump melts in remorse I discern,
as it upwells within me all the restraints I feel it defy.
The spent sun sets in the ruins of my broken heart,
my dismal life can’t rise from the dark dust of despair.
As the destined time comes for me to finally depart,
for you, the cloud of memory melts one last drop of tear.
Written : February 5, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice Y
Sponsor : Brian Strand
these boys wear me down
and lift me up on shoulders
— torrentially blest
11/18/2018
Il Pleut
It rains torrentially
after long drought and disorder;
it rains drenching the empathetic
scraggy soil of the heart
it rains moistening the rocks of anger
crags of revenge and cracks of depravity
it rains covering the jealous holes with purity
healing the undesirable crevices of the being
it pours incessantly to cover and clean
the gaps of deceptive caves of life
it rains inside me constantly
stretching the cramped limbs
softening the being;
it skits with a susurrus
leading me to the lee
when all on a sudden
something goes wrong
influenced by someone’s lewd smile
or a serein’s half-hearted dampening.
Rain of grace falls and falls
to soothe my ruffled feelings;
it corrects, it helps, it leads me
always to the right way.
When it rains in the forest of my being
where the tallest trees touch the sky
and the moon shines bright on the leaves
through the gnarled branches
lighting the dark parts of existence,
life becomes wholesome
peaceful and serene.
Removing the dryness and darkness of life
rain of grace falls and falls
perpetually to revive.
I often wonder why
when darkness fulls the day
and rain comes in a way
to pour down from the sky
torrentially then die
and leave a scene so gray
Let rain bring on a song
a patter and a beat
like happy dancing feet
to tap and sing along
and feel like you belong
on stage with the elite
so rain can give a sign
that everything’s just fine
September 1, 2015
A tribute to an old movie
Let poetry torrentially flood
the public's heart that it may
become their worldwide asset,
nourishing generation to generation
with artistic words,
flourishing the sweet happy life.
Imparting the generous heart
which bonds the people,
highlighting the beauties
in every ugly view.
Quieting the cries
that would have been heard,
and with soul, weaving their love
for each other.
Your emerald eyes smiled at me
as the mist caressed your face,
they captured me and held me
in a magical embrace.
The thundering silver waters
torrentially unkind,
echoing at daybreak
of love we’re forced to leave behind.
The splendor of Niagara
her beauty and her grace
is incomparable to the loveliness
that decorates your face.
Our love is like caged bird,
no hope, no chance to fly,
you’ll live eternal in my heart
till these mighty Falls run dry.
Our souls will meet again someday ,
you’re the greatest part of me,
timeless as Niagara’s waters flow,
you are my destiny.
In the bleeding shadows threading ***** and deft
Along and above corridors painted white and green,
Fluorescents flickered in their moth-brushed bowls,
And the madness and sweet anguish seethed unseen.
It was felt in the bones of the new and the old,
The creeping electric bristle of marrow and moss,
Sucking like leeches on the calcium and the blood,
Until the ligaments and plasma were nocturnal candyfloss.
Stole by the winds, the whisperings of the grave,
Uttered earthen verses, muttered fever of neurosis,
And the crowbars in the eyeballs of those who slept unsound
Soon let them dream again in a crystal meth psychosis.
Asylum gargoyles spewed their eternal gushing rain
From out of mouths wide open and torrentially agape,
Until the drains were flooding with the sewage of despair
And the land beyond the walls held only death as an escape.
In the clinic by the lamp a needle glinted in the light,
Hypodermic glowing amber, loaded with paraldehyde,
And the king of all insanity, now driven mad by ghosts,
Shot it up until the death, until by his own hand he died.
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