Emotion is the designer of dream
Search for the meaning of feeling is futile
As they mingle totally in my twilight time
My mind sinks in dusky obscurity
Impulses unexpressed.
After the wasted walk in the miasmic day
The meandering garden path I’ve lost
Look now for a guide to show me the way
To the unknown end after the journey
Story untold.
The cycle of good times and bad times
Shrouds the skeptic mind with confusion
That clears as the mist of foreboding lifts
I discover a new door open for me
Yet unentered.
When the day’s last sunrays flash past me
Under the chromatic sky I sing my song
You all go your way, don’t ever hear
The lyric of my soul I then write
For I’m unlistened.
I write for time's tome of eluding continuum
Although unfulfilled at the end of each chapter
When unsure if I should stop or keep on writing
The latent urge stimulates me to scribe for self
Even if unread.
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August 30, 2022
Contest : I Write Because
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Categories:
unentered, desire, inspiration, write,
Form: Free verse
Unentered Twilight
Iridescent fog shaded lamp night
Reflected memories within puddled streets
Misted vision, no clarity unentered twilight
Head down, collar up, pounding concrete
Indigo rays invade the nighttime privacy
Shoving darkness away to regain control
Except for chirps, annoying birds, it's done silently
Sunglasses down, eyes up, crawling into my hole
bmdavey@06/26/16
Categories:
unentered, city, loneliness, time,
Form: Rhyme
Dangerous Retreat
Intrepid movement, quickened feet,
unentered kitchen, intolerable heat...
Corner cut classes, your basic cheat,
uneducated mind brain kit incomplete...
Vicious entrapment from lies and deceit,
dark red blood soaked red river sheet...
Uncircled socially, a phantom to meet,
classified statistic, control, alt data delete...
bmdavey@
02/16/16
Categories:
unentered, dark, deep,
Form: Rhyme
The secular love:
you are contaminated
between skin and prayer.
Back from the odyssey
finding a crop-circle
in bridal chamber.
Rival was an alien
with a flat stomach
thinking black.
The thieving sperms
had a glorious end,
unentered in grass.
Your body was churning out
a religion.
I will find out my own god.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unentered, art,
Form: ABC
Parting of ways
Can be a good thing
Putting away old
Gaining new
going to paths untraveled
Excitement bowl to treasure
Plans favorite color
Wearing situations unentered
Faces planting actions
Ideas fly into open books
Waving paths events
Categories:
unentered, inspirational,
Form: Light Verse