Somewhere, deep down, I've lost myself in waters without a name,
Not knowing how to swim anymore in waves of silence untame.
Breath carries me, though I no longer wish it within,
A shadow of a forgotten dream, flowing in memory's spin.
Come, pull me out from these endless dark depths tight,
You are the only one who stays, even when you're out of sight.
It's not selfishness, but a disintegration that repeats inside,
More helpless with each day that passes in silence wide.
If not for a lifetime, then at least for a few fleeting moments,
Pull me from these depths, show me how to float without torments.
Give meaning to this breath, just once, before I fade away,
Teach me to breathe in the light, to feel life again in play.
A dance of shadows beneath a starless sky's dome,
Where time dissolves in whispers that roam,
Here, where thoughts, like lost birds in flight,
Desperately seek the horizon of a new morning's light.
Written: September 24, 2025, for contest by Brian Strand
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She walks in shadow, born of flame,
Her breath the wind, her steps untame.
Night bows to her with silver grace,
Stars blink in awe at her face.
She is the storm that gods acclaim.
A trellis of leaves flutters so naturally,
reams hanging free… timeless in a swirl
on the curving breasts of night. And they dance,
prance without restraint
onto altitudes of orbital light,
glistening through their
russet-gold flesh…
Somehow, these leaflets enter into my
dazzled world as if to murmur:
“We are here, but not for a long, my dear
so you must learn our celestial song ,
unfurl your wings across melodious rivers--
come dance with us ,your beauty fills…”
And my hips jut out like a riot
of dragonflies, butterflies, fireflies
towards the same aurora, draped
in a voile-skirt's embrace; my
arms and limbs circling in shapes unknown...mysterious
as autumn's moonlit croon,
while leaves flicker into a hushed
tempo of nightfall's revelry,
deliriously untame..
Was this guy really great? Did this child have
A plight?
Was his life lived in vain?
Was he insane
Or was this just an oversight?
Adults he didn't trust.
He would fly
Through the sky
At a no oxygen level height
To the second star on the right
Bringing back more out casts
Who couldn't live under the stress and strain.
On his person he carried pixie dust
Which was a must
In order for others to fly.
He had to apply
This with a message to think happy thoughts
Which everyone sought.
This child wore green tights.
Called people bad names,
And played games
That were untame.
He had a knack for getting himself plus
Others in to fights
Much to his delight.
He wielded his sword with all his might.
A lot of pirates died
Or were maimed.
He never cried
Or suffered pain
Until he looked in to his own window pane.
Now here's the wry.
He wasn't to blame
For those who were slain
Or lame
That was his claim.
His aim
Was for children to believe that all his
Mayhem was all right.
The reason he didn't want to grow up is
Because he didn't want to be tried as an
Adult.
Oh, how I come alive in pleasured zone
when passion sears my flesh, flays to bone
Euphoria soars then bursts in rainbowed hue
the universe is made of me and you
your fingers scorch me in their blazing flame
You set each longing free: unchaste, untame
to dominate, you tie my every dream
then give and get your pleasure in extreme
we're bonded in the essence of desire
no other thought but how to quench the fire
Surrender brings release from frenzied pace
I see the glow of love here on your face
They say that heaven waits for those who love
When I'm with you I'm taken up above
Eileen Manassian
The Forsythia is aflame
Delight runs once again
The red oak draws strength to ignite
Love bellows a refrain
A red-orange dress over brown
Leggins' so tight a shame
Dancin' the flamingo about
Town, autumn fire untame
Falling, falling into a flamin'
Fire, love, love's wild desire
And it burns, burns autumn's
fire, deeper lovers mire
Until at last love goes sour
Another comes, separates
From the ashes a spark ignites
Dancin' again on date
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest: 230 contest up to 12 lines
Date: October 27, 2016
I look and see your sapphire eyes ablaze
Their calm belied by flecks of amber flame
You hold me fast in passion’s ardent gaze
I dip in charcoaled irises untame
The ivory moon pulls olive curtained lace
Her beams then rest on crimson evening gown
I see desire’s play upon your face
And so you gently pull the fabric down
On scented lilac sheets you make me lie
In time you drink the dew of fuchsia rose
And as we intertwine, you hear me sigh
The pleasure of your love no other knows
A coral glow the silver night now burns
And yet our love for sweet expression yearns
Eileen Manassian
PS...it helps to read directions. Romanticism or Free Verse form. My bad, Silent One.
Sex pot,
you're hot!
your flame
untame
sparks fly
mile high
hold tight
all night
More fun?
Yes, Hon!!!
Never satisfied
she passes through the night
of my dreams
demanding expression
seething
pacing
chasing
In my every lucid thought
she speaks....
I feel her presence, and I tremble
I try in vain
to keep her tame
docile
confined
within the parameters
of my world....
defined!
Oh, but she will not obey
Must have her way
her say...
she lurks
she breathes
she waits
prowling
growling...
ever ready
to pounce
and seize me unaware
she is always
always there....
Not a moment escapes
when I don't feel her near
she reveals herself...
in the words I say
in the way I sway
in the way I play
night to day
she's there
having her way
with her helpless prey
to win?
There's no way...
Elektra
is her name
domination is her game
she knows no shame
Untame...
She stakes her claim
She lives
I feel her moist breath on my cheek
I feel her hands make my weak
Her whisper in my ear...
I hear...
oh...so... clear...
"I'm Here....
waiting
waiting
waiting...
for full control
Not a part
but the whole...
I demand your soul...
SET ME FREE!"
How I long to walk again
By the beaver dam.
Remember in midsummer, Dad
We stopped to roam the land.
Along I followed through
I frowned at what I couldn't see
Your eyes so gently lifted mine
And said these words to me
"Daughter I have brought you here
To witness nature's love
To capture beauty in it's growth
And all that it may house,
Do not hasten or shut out
The untame while it lives
It'll survive within us
To pass on, to share, to give".
Then your eyes ceased control
To grasp what lay beyond
A slapping splash had announced
That we were not alone.
With this a joy surged
Within my soul and thus withheld
As peace and new awareness
Flowed no longer to be shelved.
The memory
I'll cherish of you and I, that day
It's winter now all is white
And you have gone away.
But in the spring I'll meet you there
Where the untame live
With you I'll share the struggle Dad
Of Peace and Joy to give.
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
Learn well the rules of thy game,
but know when and how
to break them.
Be thou a lion untame;
be king...never bow
before them.
Cast off candles void of flame.
Thy light, on the prow
shall guide them.
Wisdom, ‘fore fortune and fame:
a fat golden cow
won’t save them.
Unearth gifts buried in shame
and seal with thy vow
to hone them.
Who but thee thy thoughts can claim?
Who thy words endow?
So write them.
06/12/15
Submission for Contest: Advice for New Writers: Words of Wisdom
Host: Tyshawn Knight
falling a drift like
the person of long ago
the person that time turned into thee
falling a drift like
the detatchment of old fur
of a shaggy dog untame
slowly turning
into the lion with such wild mane
falling a drift like
dust particals
floating in the presence of the raging sun
the move is good, you see
for fading into the background
opens up new possibiiltes
shut the curtian of what was
and stand heart of currage to
shine as new
for the old had a purpose
as did
the wind that silently blew
without the sheddng of past
there can be no gains for your
tired old aches to grasp
so take pride in all that was created
for time is inevitable and precipitated
Written by Sarah Linklater
I want to see that look
That shows the coming rapture
The face of wanton need
Passion's hungry capture
I want to see that look
Testament to lover's game
To know it’s all my doing
unleashing the untame
I want to see that look
Of sheer helpless submission
Knowing that your release
Is timed to my discretion
I want to see that look
Euphoria’s induction
That plea for more and more
A primal need production
I want to see that look
In hungry naked eyes
And hear those trembling lips
Supplicate, moan and sigh
I want to see that look
Before you’re blown away
Exquisite ecstasy triumph
The signature seductress way
I want to see that look
I WANT to see THAT look
Then I can taste my pleasure
For giving you satisfaction
Brings mine on beyond measure
Eileen
lying hidden in the lies of answers,
buried deep in all secret of secrecies.
faded in the faint future;
so out of touch and unsure,
kept in the dark for selfish reason,
never to changed for a moral lesson.
tired of the lying game;
so wild and untame,
threatened with every hard real reality,
attempts of closure with no simplicity.
fronting with the fake attitude,
maligned with your own agenda.
trapped with no truth,
creating your own lost saga.
brooding with your own nature of creed,
discovering your own egostistical way of living.
wrapped around in unforeseen darkness;
blemish and rendered,
wanted helpless.
ending up with no real genuine right of conduct,
an act of insecurity with no real end product.
A_long pick-up truck ride
P_assing in each lane eighteenwheelers untame
P_retty near sacred insane
R_epeating "Lord be with us" under my breath
E_ ternally grateful that he was there
H_ allejah stop to refuel although next to a truck stop
E_ ven now more eighteenwheelers than ever
N_ ever want to travel on interstate again
S_ uper human power needed for the hour
I_ nvite Guardian Angle to guide us and protect
O_ pen eyes and heart to opportunities
N_ ewness in seeing the situation
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