A tall fellow strolled on a beach abroad
Along a cream-like sandy shore unflawed,
He tripped on a small shell
And fell with a sharp yell,
Lying on the ground while all his teeth gnawed.
Response to Mexican poet /writer, Octavio Paz
There is not
A single soul among the trees
And I
Don't know where I've gone.
Where he sought to walk
neither foot fully stepped
more than anemically …
when time tripped
him over this reveal
his heart sought a
numbness his
light would not
accept -
dimness changed his depth
Whispy breeze giggles with ease
cool is rippled river clear
willows weep not as we lovingly tease
rainbow trout jumping, a catch
will be dear
Our porcelain legs, arms encircle loose
larks, butterflies flutter around scented spruce
eyes holding sacred stars from Venus and Mars
we left picnic basket in homing stars
Family wondering whether catch will be salmon
then no need for ordinary dinner gammon
my arms so strong, I’m the provider
always beside her, sister the flowery
insider !
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[ Painting: Original Title: La pêche à la ligne
ARTIST : FRANCOIS BOUCHER
Date: 1752
Style: Rococo
Genre: pastorale
Media: oil, canvas
Location: Grand Trianon, Paris, France
Dimensions: 150 x 188 cm ]
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2nd Placement: Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand : March 26
Silver Digital Trophy : All Poetry Ekphrasis
Contest : March 26
The Stumble and Rise
There once lived a colleague called James,
Lean, strolling in crowd without shame,
He tripped on a crack
Fell flat on his back
Then bounced up and said, "It`s a game!"
….nobody dies on my Watch
This joke has been brought to you
By mes
The summer breeze lapped at my hair
Firmly yet gently lifting each strand
The warm caress of the sun
Brought happiness to my weeping skin
My lips parted as laughter
Freely trickled down my chin
My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet
As I began my evening walk
Abruptly I tripped and fell
Soberly I looked around
For the object of my humility
And found myself gazing into my own eyes
I had tripped and fallen over myself
Fighting to regain a composure
That proved to be elusive
I stood and faced myself
As I continued my evening walk
The strangest and weirdest vision
flashed across the purple wall
painted by a scrubby rascal,
where a blood-stained altar
was used to offer humans to Satan;
the eulogy dedicated to the next victim
was terribly frightening and resounded with sadism:
the specter's eyes were darker than tar
and too menacing to anyone not shouting a line
and did not participate in the daily sacrifice,
but kept away and challenged the guiltless vile!
I tripped on weeping stones
smeared with the stench of blood,
some of them profusely bled;
they shook under my trotting,
emitting many painful moans:
they thought I was their biblical Savior,
little I could do to ease their moaning
and looked away in a mood so sad!
Tears are falling, but oh dear this is not a time for weeping,
oil fell on my cat- now, I am sobbing and she is creeping;
but crying won't solve anything- I must stop the oil from seeping !
It was just a quarter cup that caused all this wailing and crying,
and cat sobbing- as I was about to do some French fry frying;
that is why I am weeping for behind me she was peacefully lying !
Now her pretty fur is covered with oil and she won't stop weeping.
I try to hold her but I am sobbing and she is running and leaping,
she is so slippery and crying- but, in my arms she is keeping !
She fights, as I rub her the wrong way for the first time in nine years,
in fact, it takes nine baths in dawn soup in order to do the fur repairs;
now, she is the cat's meow- gone all weeping, sobbing crying and tears !
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July 16, 2021
Written for the contest, The Goblins Jewel Box 1
sponsor, Jack Webster
Wild
in tone,
cordial words;
Like a live wire
tripped.
Tripped on Cupid
Chaim buzzes like a roving bee, "Hey, Honey!!"
Stumbling loving me..."I'll try saying it! Warm & funny":
Together, We delight in any 'Lil Thing,
Like eyeing Brookside Crocuses, purple heralds of Spring!
Can I give you a soothing back rub?
For I'm a wobbling wheel, you're my hub!!
My enamored emotional senses create the wobble,
Without you, Barbara, my life would be trouble!!
Per chance, let's dance... "Hula Hoop it",
I offer a fumble footed jig, Tripped on Cupid!
Tripped Up
Things take us from what is important, easily.
Distractions of life, responsibilities we deem high on the list.
Missed promises, forgotten details, getting older now.
Things have less importance, and time has new meaning.
Say hello to those that matter,
Good-by to those that never cared.
Tell God, you love him, even when you forget to pray.
Tell the Lord “HE” is still everything worth remembering.
Our days run into each other.
Soon, blurred into a long line at the store.
Thinking that a list could solve a lot of stress,
but there is never paper to make one.
Pens, are always out of ink or lost.
Our friends grow further away, life demands it.
Our loved ones have no time, the same.
We… are left… waiting…
Setting new goals on our knees, recently replaced.
Rising to meet the challenge with hips that are made of metal now.
The timer on the heart, fixed and adjusted.
A second wind, since smoking has stopped.
A second wind, since praying at all…
Still time to make a fool of myself.
Still time to…
Tripped On A Memory
That day the sun was shining
my heart was full and free.
I must have simply looked away
and tripped on a memory.
It was black as hell that night,
my tears they fell like rain.
How can it be a memory
can bring my heart such pain?
I tried my best to gain control,
my emotions running wild.
This memory, a part of me
from when I was a child.
Much too young to understand
and I can’t pay the cost.
The used to be what came of me
and the innocence I lost.
One moment on the mountain
where I can clearly see.
Next moment there’s that mountain
of a memory on me.
That day the sun was shining.
There’s no place I’d rather be.
Then I must have looked away
and tripped on a memory.
Edwin C Hofert
its all green.
even when everything is gray.
it's all growing bountiful
inside my fists.
they're clenched and bruised.
the dirt found in my palm
seeds the most perfect flower.
with vines soft and brown
curving between my fingers,
sprout.
it's all in bloom right here.
it's all rippening before my eyes.
with seasons shifting
and souls twisting
in our hearts.
but it is so clear.
an air of diamonds.
the crystal formations circle my body,
and everything is so golden.
all floating in the room of peaches.
bubbing up, up, up
away from here.
the night is dripping
in from the window
and seeping like honey
across my knees.
so i move.
I tripped, I slipped into another world
Of mountainous peaks and different birds
Colours of pastels, in blazing hue
Sucked into this scene that I never knew
Gripping, flipping, I could hear myself talk
In wondrous view as I enter this baulk
My arms in flight as I reach these peaks
Motionless entirely, these views I seek
Kaleidoscopic prisms in colourful spew
Whilst a sun appears in yellowed true
In floating cascade I fly so free
And when I awaken in the morn, I find I'm me
v
take, take it in,
let the reality begin,
let it consume you from within,
let it stretch the conscious thin,
and show that jealousy's a sin
now we have you in our grips,
we're the specialists of trips,
all your inhibitions stripped,
lets just hope you're well equipped
simply put it is amazing,
when you begin to hear the spirits singing,
the songs they send the heavens ringing,
a wide range of perceptions from the beginning
and now we leave you here to die,
we refuse to let you ask us why,
we will relish in your tears we cry,
cause now we have to say goodbye,
send you back to reality
and out of this lie.
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