There are towel-drying winds.
parks grow soggy with small dogs.
May is an old man riding a bike backwards.
It is oil for the broken engine in the barn.
Wetness folds this way and that
the sky unzips a larkish sunshine.
We hear nestlings in their reservoirs of dew.
New life bubbles in puddles,
the green and tufted arrive out of nowhere,
boys' fish for skittish girls,
beryl buds swell, unclasp and curl.
Breath in, breath out
the tide ebbs in, and surges out,
flows and pauses.
Swings and seesaws rock, bounce and rebound,
up and down, in tick-tock metronome time.
Memories tug, get hugged,
then unclasp, withdraw and let go to fade.
Dreams materialize, then dissolve.
Laughter spits, splits, spills, gushes out,
echoes then wanes to abstain in a chuckle.
Hope flits and flickers like a candle flame
blown to quiver by a shaky breath expelled
while trying to blow
the flame of a birthday candle out.
For the cadence of existence
is a hymn tuned by a conductor's baton
a metric dance, set in a tango two-time step,
a soft-shoe tap rap
in between yesterday and tomorrow,
in between blinks, breath holds.
Nestled momentarily on-hold to pause,
in between the tugs and shoves
of feelings, emotions,
hopes, inspiration
faith and desire.
Hold your breath,
for a brief moment.
Take time to take in
all the ins and outs,
and the roundabout twirls,
that surround you,
while you go
with the flow.
Shackled by my own mind , but a mind which does not feel as though my own. Why; i ask, that a head upon shoulders i know belonging to me, can i not control .
The power of will, others do believe i lack,yet my inundation of uncertainty builds.How could a reason or bold excuse such as that, compare or compete with my seeping heart black.
I fear these cuffs of sin hold indestructible superiority , and bare no key to unclasp. Although Presenting resiliency and strength toward so many aspects in my life lived already,
I'm loosing balance and the future seems unsteady
Written: June 17, 2023
In a world where shades ooze and swirl.
Wherever fear spreads its nasty curl,
Dread covers the world in an icy grasp.
And bleak stories that often unclasp.
As moonlight weaves a haunting tune,
Tangled threads of a dread commune
Nighttime whispers that are not heard
Fears reverberated, and people fled nerds.
Everywhere you look, every crevice
Dread lurks for the right time to menace.
Those with courage in their hearts
The bitter aftertaste of despair starts.
In the realm of dreams and hope,
Where success and glory elope,
There lies a tale of a soul's quest,
In the face of failure's snide zest.
With every stride, a challenge is set.
The spirit soared, never to forget,
But failure loomed with its snide sneer.
Whispering doubts, filling hearts with fear.
These shards of bitterness, they sting
a shielded moon in hiding
for I have nothing left to bring
but for this fear abiding
when it’s the fear deciding
hold it tightly in my grasp
this brittleness of pain’s embrace
refuse to let love’s grip unclasp
as with cold blood I darkly trace
faint memories I can’t erase.
Last touch of yesterday’s warm tongue
its shivered tinge of waiting lust
sad folly of a heart so young
harsh coldness of a tarnished trust
beneath the gray, a moonless crust.
©3/5/2022
Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Emile Pinet
MINDFULNESS
Monitor mind magnificently on meditation
Inspire intensive intrinsic innate inherent introspection.
Concentrate conscience on deep careful contemplation.
Train mind to devote and dedicate, devoid of distraction.
Channelize thought process on challenge, controlling cognition
Unclasp disturbance, unleash annoyance, chasing commotion.
Enlighten mind engrossing ecstatic static state of emotion.
Sow seed of sincerity and awareness to sprout with serene sensation.
Recognise stability of soul focusing on center of goal for perception.
Acquire mindfulness releasing restlessness asserting attention.
06/13/21
Alliteration Old or New Poem
. Second place
Contest by Joseph May
I
The metallic clunk
of intervals between voices -
cognizant cogs drive fluctuations
like ducks crossing a road.
I tilt away from
the coils of your being,
your sounding.
I see you speaking,
twirling
like a spinning six pence
in the rush of
on-coming traffic.
II
Together, we want
the same chromed leverage.
Knuckles cracked
where handles mash.
Long unused gears crunch
inside flesh filled leather, we
creak and stretch
over old maps.
Pushed against one another,
leaning in, until hinges unclasp,
we ride the hairpins,
spring-loaded instants
cream the road.
A clockwork hallelujah
that all ends in silence.
I came upon a falling star and grasped it
within my hand
the wishes it held I released unfulfilled
trying to understand
dreamers dream in slumber's nest
with desires unreal
the earth alone
heaven atones
for the sake of finding real
truths are savage
lies are sweet
it's all in how we feel
unclasp my hand and the star
naked it did fell
It has taken me time to get to here,
a journey of pieces, fragments I grasp;
I have climbed up life's mountain- every tier !
Good morals, values and wisdom - I clasp,
I now have perception of who I am;
all bad negativity I unclasp !
Oh, I dislike deception and flimflam,
and my philosophy is to stay calm;
I stay with my doctrines and my program !
Truth, patience and composure is my balm,
I was brought up to know the right from wrong;
there are times when stressed that I read a psalm !
I find this way of living makes me strong,
my beliefs are simple- love everyone;
peace, love and harmony is my life song !
Don't want my life to be a hit-and-run,
I, often refine perception- insight
no wish for my life to be a rerun !
When I fall, fail I stay always polite;
and will clear my mind to look for the light !
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November 14, 2020
Poetry/Terza Rima (non Iambic)/It Has Taken Time
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1304-758-14
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, It's a part of me-
Life and the perceptions and philosophies you hold,
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
I’ve never longed for something more in life
My eyes are seas and my hands grab greed
My desire to be alive
Pulled like a weed
And my fingers soon unclasp
To reveal nothing but air
My glee slipped from my hands
And there it lay bare
Exposed to the storms
And journey it shall make
As it slowly conforms
And remains unawake
I’ve waited so long the trees die again
And my nose cold but rosy
As I think of back then
When cuddles with happiness were cozy
But now I must face
The thing that’s unbearable
My joy weeps now with grace
As she is untouchable
NOT TO GRASP BUT TO UNCLASP
Never to snatch, neither to grasp nor to swallow, being greedy
but ready to accept whichever welcomes me.
Free to bid bye to those, who are eager to leave.
Through passage of life, I had to forego so many bonding.
Tuned to reluctance or response, apathy or sympathy.
Going fresh, cleaning trash to dispose, letting lies to expose.
When tie is torn, not to mourn.
No attempt to reunite but to unleash emotive urge.
02/20/19
'Reflect That Emotion' Contest by Nina Parameter
The Principle of Seed Sowing
By: Miracle Man
1-24-2019
Many endeavor to exist,
By mooching fruits from others.
Smugly sharing yours,
When they have their druthers.
But there's a lesson in life,
They don't seem to grasp.
Feeling entitled is an attitude,
From which they must unclasp.
An attitude of entitlement,
Means they've taken a knee.
But “You can't reap the fruit,
Without first planting the tree.”
I gasped, as asp clasped fast
around my head like a plaster cast cap.
It was coiled round and round
like a ringlet of hair wrapped
around a curler, with head reared up
poised like spitting cobra.
What spell can I cast to uncoil, unclasp the asp?
For I'm too scared to grasp the asp
and cast the serpent skyward.
Perhaps wearing the Uraeus asp cap
means I'm a Pharaoh!
At my mother's hospital deathbed,
w a i t i n g for her final gasp;
breathing death with unfathomable dread,
tasting it- with each rasp.
Praying for mother's ETERNAL rest.
To lips a kiss pressed,
c o n n e c t e d only by a thread;
her spirit tight I grasp.
Silently, death comes sighing- DEAD;
I whisper love and unclasp . . .
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March 5, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/ Breathing Death
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1001-388-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 Lines, 5 Words III
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place*
Give to me your purest hands
upon each translucent finger
I shall lay a trembling kiss
setting upon each of them a precious gem...
Then tenderly I will kiss
your dreamy eyes where hope does linger
my mouth on your mouth we will whisper
a poem from an Ovid erotica...
Once upon your loving neck
more kisses spark a necklace whose embers
will burn down on your enticing dark shoulders...
Later tonight when you are undressing
you will unclasp it
and it will fall down like soft rain
to scorch the lilies of your breasts!
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