Like a ferocious bull
trapped in a China cabinet,
She suddenly collapses
and in fury she seethes
and she cries and rages
Only in deep prayer
does she find inner peace;
Her turmoil churns,
She's manifesting magic
and manic moon phases.
Deep-seated pain
from a lack of self,
deeply profound
it loudly rings
through every ripple,
of her past and future
Feathered hair
covers a tear-streaked face;
The Gods know of her;
They see her soul scars
and the etheric sutures.
Her sobs quietly fade
as Sorrows of Deep Past
torment her soul
throughout night and day
I walk away in silence
and in my heart
swells Gratitude;
forever relieved
at her absence
Truly elated I am
that her soul scars
are not mine;
And for that Wisdom,
I know that
Unlike her
I was already whole
beach transitions as
waters opportunities
stretch to horizon
Bel canto
Her asking Suport- Part three
Somewhere they say
that you and I are together
somewhere they'll believe
that we are one
we found interest in us together
we're interested in
having fun
My true love
don't know we're together
If it goes Your way
we've just begun
I know ya'll get tired
of sounding blue
hearing song's about people
doing the things they do
Happiness is
of what you make it
Ones selfishness
is often selected
One things true
in a Lovers Obligation
Timing is everything
to not leave one waitin
Wait for Love
when ya'll know it's right
aint no love
when nothing right
seems I'm being
a little selfish
Most obvious
when you
feel neglected
this year
mid-fall
feels like
mid-spring
in the
Deep South
highs in
eighties
breaking
records
shorts and
flipflops
still worn
daily
forecast
warning—
cold front’s
coming
that’s no
surprise
time to
find those
gloves and
jackets
toss those
wilting
mums and
pansies
mourn not
loss of
mid-fall
mildness
winter’s
coming
with her
wealth of
unique
beauties
October brings us 'round to wonder
What's ahead as our year is ending
This vibrant time with colors transcending
On Earth at this time every year.
From green to yellow, to orange, and brown
Disappearing leaves and flowers give us pause
Unaware we grieve their loss
On Earth at this time every year.
A signal of loss, but we seem to welcome
The transformation as if it were new
We need this annual loss, it's true
On Earth at this time every year.
More time inside with the harvest complete
Mother quilts, Father cans, sister weaves
Empty trees, piles of leaves
On Earth at this time every year.
Though the days cool, our attitudes warm
Reflecting through these transitions, though strange
October leads us to the season of change
On Earth at this time every year.
Someone said that you're either a man or a woman,
well now, maybe Rishi was right, say it if you can;
you may not choose although perhaps it's coming,
how many more will be playing football we're wondrin.
We need a new changing room, we have to be sure,
to make certain that no one's peeping under the door;
what to do about the armed forces, dodgy seems to me,
but in hindsight they could scare the .... out of the enemy.
Sporting events could be a problem if there's about face,
may not be allowed to participate in an egg and spoon race;
these contentions all become just a bit of a silly drag,
when every year you'll need to be one year older to have a ... .
It was just bad enough if I couldn't find a decent breast,
no guarantees now, be careful, you might have second guessed.
A cocoon to butterfly's.
Egg, to free birdie's.
Inseparable from each change
Smooth, painless goes by
Wonder into wisdom morphs.
Shallow, deeper joy.
For what of bodies, souls
Tell us, Earth and Sky.
Final exams start Thursday,
and it’s giving us all the feels.
Finals have a gravity of their own.
Are the papers worse than exams? Maybe.
The tension can be relentless and heavy.
“It’s finals week, see you on the other side.”
As for me, I’m almost packed up.
Time is an odd and unpredictable beast.
It’s hard to believe that in two weeks, I'll be a junior.
It’s an unimaginable prospect.
To work, for a long time at something that seemed impossible
- head down in concentration - then suddenly, like a passing,
cotton cloud somehow became a bunny - everything came into focus.
I’m halfway done. I’m going to make it. I got a chill.
I wanted to throw my lattice windows wide open and scream for joy
- but it might’ve been taken wrong. I’ve no time to give mental health advisors.
Next week might be a more plausible time for wooting.
.
.
It has to be said. I’m in love with these songs:
‘Arizona‘ by ‘Ms. White’
‘Blood in the Cut’ by ‘K.Flay’
‘Time Machine’ by ‘Willow’
‘Relax’ by ‘Vacations’
‘Do the motion’ by ‘BoA’
“Tender as a bomb’ by ‘tennis’
Autumn ultimately receives it all -
Painted in bald bohemian design,
A poet’s sacred inspiration shrine -
Nevertheless not exempt from the fall.
Winter ultimately trumps with cold swing -
Triumphant yet frigid, monochrome muse,
Sublimating into slumbering blues -
Nevertheless not immune to the spring.
Spring ultimately renews with fresh whiff -
Splendour of colours ignites the world hued,
Young fauna run around with zest imbued -
Nevertheless not spared from summer's sniff.
Summer ultimately shines bright with cheer -
The ocean blows in soft breeze on waves white,
Morning swims and evening walks, hearts delight,
Nevertheless not secure from Fall's sneer.
Form: Enclosed Rhyme (10 syllables)
29th March 2023
Autumn ultimately unveils it all,
Basking in bold bohemian design,
Pastoral poets’ inspiration shrine -
Enlivens lavishly before the fall.
Winter ultimatum trumps with chill swing -
Impetus frozen by a frigid muse -
Sublimating into slumbering blues,
Melting away under the spell of Spring.
Spring’s ultimate pizazz wafts in the air,
Awakening the passions of pristine -
Romance’s timid touch from hues of green,
Blush to blossom under Summer’s hot stare.
Summer struts with an ultimate demand -
Party for all disciples of the sun -
Sweet sweat of dog days in the languid run,
Til Autumn takes a precedented stand.
March 24, 2023
Summer’s
ending;
autumn’s
pending.
Nature
teases,
sending
breezes
cool and
pleasing
but so
fleeting.
Temps rise
greeting
summer
lovers.
Autumn
hovers.
Soon warm
covers
will be
needed.
Those who
pleaded
for fall’s
coming
will be
humming.
September 14, 2022
entered in a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest Placed 7th
Poetry grows in silence,
and darkling the imagination
in the clouds begins the sky
besides, we don't conceive how it is right...
On limbo we stand still,
we await any solution,
this life is only one life,
where do we wait?
the mission...
If we are passive we live in fear,
if we fight we are only competition,
in place hideouts are the secrets,
and in the sacred books is the reason...
Our happiness is in the smile,
so the soul becomes full of colors,
if we understand this it will be simple,
understand the transition of time...... !
Proud daffodils have bowed their weary heads
And roses shed their petals one by one,
Green leaves transform to gold and fiery reds
The gilded reign of autumn has begun.
Farewell to fragrant bluebell woods of spring
And summer’s lush and verdant meadow grass,
In vain, tenacious leaves to branches cling:
The changing scenes of life must come to pass.
As nights draw in, the silver harvest moon
Shines boldly through defenceless, naked trees
And pirouetting leaves will settle soon,
For winter’s riding on the autumn breeze.
The reaper’s joyful song in golden fields
Begins to fade as Fall to winter yields.
26.10.19
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest : sponsored by Emile Pinet
N-A Rerun 4 Poetry Contest :sponsored by John Hamilton
symbolism
of the metaphysical
self-depreciating
&deep
in a voice
of consciousness
so
intense&compelling
memorable
lines
over
the passage
of time
pieces&moments
incomplete
impulses&allusions
in
creative
spaces
discarded fragments
conceived
in isolation
unconventional
experimental
in creative
energy
an artist
of faith
in
transition
to bliss
of a
potential
prejudice
mirrored
in
turmoil
of disparate
pieces
outpourings
of
ego
eager&objective
adventurous&dynamic
motivated
by a fear
of inaction
profound visions
belief
in creativity
yet
remaining aloof
trapped
in time
shielded
in
privacy
an absence
of pattern
uniquely derived
free
of
definition
a mask
for the refined
excerpts
of influence
in a series
of verse
obscure
spiritual
releasing
the paralysis
of
the
revolving
mind
one flickering light
at the end of a dark hall…
hospice nurse running
Date: 19 Mar 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge 3- March 2019 - Senryu Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
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