She knocks on my rib cage
seeking access to my heart again
The knock—the pounding pestle—
taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored
I hold my knees and cover my ears
as if that’ll keep my walls untampered
I let my flesh wrap me whole—
so tight I might suffocate,
but I cannot breathe outside this
prison, no—this haven
She’s still here at my door,
holding flowers too vibrant in color—
the amber petals too lifeless for summer
Her indifferent smile, gentle and fair,
yet brings chill to my bones exposed in June air
My teeth knock against each other
tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap—
I want to scream for her to leave
but the only voice made out
was the repeating beat of horror
She’ll eventually enter,
one way or another—
Winter takes up a room in my chest
always waiting to host her.
Categories:
untampered, horror, memory, metaphor, scary,
Form: Free verse
Father,
your back is turned,
immersed in work deadlines.
Briefcase journeys take you away,
paper trails proceeding
to lead further
from home.
Father,
this picture hangs,
secured by two magnets:
your hand in mine, showing me life.
Cocooned caterpillar
learns to fly, but
returns.
Father,
I met a man
with hands as strong as yours:
certificate signed, clothes unpacked.
Eyes computer immersed,
his back is turned
from me.
Father,
my name has changed,
though I wanted yours back.
Recessively, your name resides
in genuine smiles though
woes, faithfulness,
and hope.
Father,
your name remains,
untampered by distance,
though fading with stone's weathering.
My son lays down lilacs
and I lay down
my tears.
6-6-2021
Heptastich Poetry Contest N/A
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Categories:
untampered, absence, death, father, father
Form: Verse
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is an amazing thing
You may call me crazy
Because you didn’t dare
But, believe me
You would never get bored
With a life time guarantee
Surprises would keep you amused
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is really interesting
You may enjoy its snow-capped crater
Enjoy its hot spring
But you have to be a volcanologist, first
Because you have to keep an eye open, always
The spring may turn acidic, anytime
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is really funny
It would amaze you with firecrackers
While grilling you to the bones
If you are a gemologist
Then be patient
The magma would bring out many
To preserve the precious and appreciate… life-long
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is the loveliest experience of my life
I know, when I would be no more
You would cover me with your magma
I would prefer to remain untampered
Fossilized in your volcanic love
My dear…
29.12.2016
Categories:
untampered, adventure, earth, life, love,
Form: Free verse
Angel dusts.
Harmony rusts
Unbroken bones
Oh sleeper of old
the ancient one groans
Signals in a dream
Untampered and indestructible theme
Ending in grace
Such saved the very human race
Angels dust
Sleep know and pray not rust
Categories:
untampered, angel, bible,
Form: I do not know?
Poets dwell in a realm beyond,
Beyond time,beyond thought,
A realm of inspiration,
Only accessed through imagination.
Like stars we shine eternally,untampered by dominions,
Like rains we ceaselessly fall,without seasons,
Like invisible wheels,
We spin infinitely,through creation,
Weaving nests of knowledge
In silence we put pen to paper,
Painting images through words,
Crafting words that penetrate every heart,
Sounding prophecies that unfold.
We are yet the wind being a ghost,
Timeless beings of the sun.
Categories:
untampered, encouraging, imagery, inspiration,
Form: Lyric