“There is a charm about the forbidden
that makes it unspeakably desirable,”
Mark Twain
Hark!
does not the exclaim
of pain reign
the winds’ swallow?
skyward clouds of rain
are hollow.
untrammel’d, is it heard
promptly,
by the maimed;
airin’ of songman’s floggin’
for ne’er shalt again
the Queen’s ear be tamed
by lyrics of him, him who sing
courtship ballads.
nor thief nor baron
opt for the Queen’s favor,
in land of Holland,
forbid by King’s order.
erstwhile,
uncouth poet claims
her secret sorrow.
and she?
his verses so hearted
of longin’
WEASELS IN MY HEAD
I've had the weasels in my head.
I've lived with the storm in my shoe.
But if I say this to you,
something so unspeakably true,
will you listen?
Will you deliver me from the land of the lone?
Tonight we sup on sympathy and shame,
tonight we learn I was always to blame.
Once we choose to play that game
you and I know I can never win,
because you can never sin.
Denied my day in the sun,
forever to lurk beyond the horizon,
you tease me with your love, dazzling spun.
But you forget, I've seen paradise:
That hell-hole of wishes, promises, and dreams.
So excuse me now.
I will break our date.
You must dine alone.
So no, I need no rescue.
I only thought bursting forth from your private Eden,
answering my call for help,
just maybe, maybe you would see
the ugly beauty of things coming to be.
But no.
Go back to your fine lines and hypnotic geometry.
I'll make do with my averages.
Having said this,
having spoken the unspeakable truth,
does that shining guilt inside you
make you fear for my benighted soul?
Pray not for my epiphany.
Pray that I, unlike you, will never be blessed
with your perfect serenity.
A world without light
devoid of sight
A world pitch dark
teeming with fright
What resides in men’s minds
unspeakably cruel, so unkind
A Lamplighter needed
to remove all the blinds
Here dwells a rose all may embrace,
a mystery well worth our time,
thornless rose, the essence of grace.
Here a spot, secured and sublime,
a Gardner unspeakably wise,
a mystery well worth our time.
Enter some blooms with odd disguise,
behold this garden’s rare design -
a Gardner unspeakably wise.
Planter engrafts them to His vine.
“Peace comes to them on quiet feet”
beholding garden’s rare design.
"The summer night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree
Peace comes to them on quiet feet"
Splendor’s commons where all agree
here dwells a rose all may embrace,
“With flowers on every tree,”
Thornless rose, the essence of grace.
June 1, 2021
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Choose Your Form 2
I chose these lines from Sara Teasdale's poem, "But Not to Me"
changing her word, April, to summer.
"The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree
Peace comes to them on quiet feet"
Say ‘Yes’ to infantry
Not to Banditry:
To a nation-shepherding troop,
Not to a wealth-chasing group
From shattered homes
Or discontented domes.
A mass approach to violent robbery
By haters of stories that targets were slippery,
Enacting scenes unspeakably horrible
Just to make annoying failure impossible.
Treasure-Crazy killers
At times, televised in thrillers
But scarcely a heralded team
And at whom smiles don’t beam.
Alass! A much unchecked bloodletting
In every vista, every setting
Lives wasting that never will be bought
And screams unlocking from the ruthlessly shot.
It’s an unceasing hunger
To often sound vulgar
Between “Son-of-a-”
To whom they’re resolved to ditch
And “I’ll ing shoot you”
To whom they didn’t care to find out ‘who’?
But-Thanks-quarrel they would over spoils,
Gangsters highly rating their individual toils
Though sometimes from memories lost to rum,
Now ordering them to burst one another’s bum!
~ Before you throw in the towel ~
Your pen is full of ink
The paper on which you think
as fresh as a mountain stream
All that remains is to dream
of a subject, a theme, a raison d'etre
with built-in rhyme, rhythm and 'metra'
This shouldn't be so unspeakably hard
yet I suppose every minor and major-league bard
has moments when he's ready to throw in the towel
or just glare at the moon, and begin to howl...
That's it! Go out there and howl at the moon
Surely then you'll sing a different tune
'Coz when push comes to shove, it's all about mood
and though it sounds trite, a good attitude...
So, write your heart out, my friend
Let all your hair hang way down
Your poems will be the toast of the town
put
an eye
patch over
one eye so
i can
see for
clearly you
can't
see me
beeeee
cause.......
i'm a potential analytical anomaly
that's something that you should
agree but arguably a fantastically
fantasmical phenomenonally that
(breathe in)
statistically is sexually unacceptable
unspeakable unspeakably but never
mind that none of these despicably
describes me or even to a tee
(breathe in)
Gilbert and Sullivan please son of
please leave me though i love thee
but i have to watch my sanity and
stability and dear oh dear me
One moment he was alive; the next he was dead
Gunned down midst a gang war, a bullet in his head
No motive whatsoever, nor rhyme nor reason at all
Only alienation and desperation casting their dark pall
Over an act so unspeakably wanton and cruel
It incinerated once and forever all Laws and Rules---
Society's fabric pierced, penetrated, shattered and rent
As mourners paid clumsy tributes, broke down and went
Home to a future that now felt so grim and so bleak
A Future of ambulances clanging and sirens' shrieks
A Future here Now on countless sidewalks of slums
Where murder's a hero, law and order a bum
So far away are you.
How can i ever get to you
when my heart is weary
from searching in the
darkest corner for you.
Even the brightness of
the firmament could not
reveal your hiding place.
Open your heart
so i can know it.
I want to know it.
Though it is deep,
unfathomable,
unfamiliar,
and unspeakably confusing.
I will die trying to
know and understand it.
Know that however hardened
your heart seems to be,
the fire of love from
my heart will melt it.
Look deeply into my eyes,
you'll see the reflection of
my yearning soul calling out to you.
Hold my hand let's walk together
for destiny is calling.
I'm the only one who
knows your heart.
You knew that i know.
What is keeping you.
What is holding you back.
This fear will overwhelm you.
This thoughts of the unknown
will destroy your faith.
Allow me now to give to you
that strength lovers use against
any forces that threatens their happiness.
Let's not mind if we reach the shore or not.
Come beloved, destiny calls.
In 1492 a beast named Columbus sailed the seas,
Arrived in America to spread Christianity and deadly disease.
Skilled sailor and a monstrous crusader,
Talented navigator but a heartless invader.
When he sailed the ocean blue with his crew he didn’t have a clue,
Claimed earth was pear shaped, yes that fact is true.
What about his bloody reign of terror, a legacy so unspeakably cruel,
They need to teach that to all the children in school.
History heavily edited, kids fed false information,
The truth is that gold was Chris’s motivation.
Learn real history about how slaves were taken back to Spain,
Hispanics are not Spanish, do I really need to explain?
His crimes are chilling, how can anybody admire this villain?
And celebrating Columbus Day mystifies me, it just glorifies killing.
Honouring the father of the transatlantic slave trade and his barbaric crusade,
Costing the tax payers millions of dollars each year for a silly parade.
The first American terrorist, a criminal racist, what more can I say?
Stop glorifying this monster, abolish Columbus Day.
Meeting by a charmfull seduction, the ignition as a spark to an engine.
Happiness flourished, blending to a family orientation.
Seeing my Cousin,Shaun in a position i never collectively envisaged.
The meeting of Eileen a pivital point, nevertheless needed taming by her.
Two daughters, single mum took to Shaun as a father, he not been in that parental position in his past, caused uncondtional love. I`m not going to sugar coat or lay pillows for the wrong doings, myself was involved amongst burning the candle at both ends.
However, you could say God sent down only something he had for the right path. Involved in an incident of which Shaun is incarcerated, also deeply regrets. A period of self explanitation, knitting the family bond like strength of a lion. It`s almost comical how good can come from bad, if you can see what i can.
Love is the utmost importance of all. Eileen, no medal could succomb you. The time is almost nigh for the gates to open, a debt of gratitude owed. Although a stunning blow the passing of your Father, unspeakably wrenching. I know that love lives amongst your family, that`ll do me.
And who knows for sure when reality fades into fantasy
What begins the sylvan slide, something so beautiful
you question the state of being true.
Everything is brighter, bolder more perfect
or,
on the darker side. things are unspeakably grotesque
evilly creepy, clawed with frightening wings that flap
across your dreams to haunt you.
Nature itself is fantasy, its breathtaking flowers
stars, shells, magnificent trees and yet it also has
the most ugly lizards, snakes spiders and insects to terrify
Because we need fantasy to understand our true selves.
It Came From Behind the Mirror
By Elton Camp
A full-length mirror’s a scary thing
Into a house, such horror it may bring
Into another world it’s a door
Populated by monsters galore
Of that, I haven’t the slightest doubt
Behind the glass they’re looking out
Ghastly face pressed against the glass
It’s leering at you anytime you pass
Just waiting a chance to break through
Such unspeakably vile deeds then to do
Folks think they’ve got naught to fear
The fiends disappear when they’re near
They’re waiting there just the same
Beneath the mirror, inside the frame
As the old proverb prevails, " love comes unexpectedly"
hyperthetically speaking,exactly what happened to me
hurting decieving initially, then having to lay my cards
ending an eight year relationship,unspeakably so hard.
A feeling of selfishness,that i needed to explain
to make her see true love i found,obviously causing pain
i didn`t jump in to this,with my blinkers on
knowing that the pain inflicted, was definately wrong
But looking back in hindsight,i wouldn`t change a thing
the love,happiness and caring is what my Skinbob brings
i didn`t really get a chance, to put across the full tail
i had to explain the full issue over in an e mail.
I have no regrets at all,i did find my soulmate
we`ll be together forever,with memories to create
inseperable together,our siblings flown the nest
now i will do my utmost, to give my love the best.
Frank Herrera`s
Contest Name The CrossRoads of your Life
A black hole
floats in space.....
.....it slowly melts
unspeakably spinning
into a shining star~
Within ones spirit
floating in space
ones poor image melts
couragously changing
into a glimmering soul
which in turn is...
OUT OF THIS WORLD~
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