A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot
In a darkened closet much like a burial plot
Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt
Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt
Memories wrapped in soft stuffing
Threadbare keepsake suffering
Cracked plastic smile full of secrets
A slow darkening uniqueness
Awakened within static button eyes
And malevolent intent began to arise
Replacing the love long since perished
Within the toy once so cherished
Now nursery rhymes are reworded wrong
Bent and broken but vile and strong
Weaving into the life and dreams
Of ‘the one who forgot’, causing screams
Growing tendrils mixed with memory and fright
Gaining strength with each passing night
Worming its presence into flesh and bone
Nevermore, nevermore to be alone
And now with one quick and final thrust
The Toy arises and shakes off its dust
Reaches out and takes control
Owning ‘the warm one’ body and soul
Categories:
untreasured, fear, horror,
Form: Rhyme
What could be more pleasurable than this?
I muse to myself as I reminisce,
when each limb was pulled by a diff'rent horse,
that magic time when I went through divorce.
I am roused from protective amnesia,
my heart yanked out without anesthesia.
Mona Lisa, a destroyed work of art,
I picked up my brush for a brand new start.
I wager it is somewhat premature
to say I'm philosophical and mature,
but I don't wallow in desolate defeat -
with better lives now, I remain upbeat.
We can happily say we lived through hell,
and rich lawyers are overjoyed as well.
Categories:
untreasured, dark, humor,
Form: Couplet
The surging stream cascades in swirling ebullience
Through dancing shadows of swaying trees entranced
The spectral dew drops draping the glinted grass tips
Weave lattice of splendor on the meadow bejeweled
The drizzling dust on moonbeam in blue satin night
Adorns the pearl laced waves of rolling sea beguiled
That’s where I look for my muse elusive.
Up above the majestic mountain’s serenading slopes
Waits the sun-soaked summit of ecstasy unclimbed
Far down the verdant valley’s slithering spine curved
Sparkle emeralds on picturesque plains untreasured
The rain-washed sky spreads the tapestry of dreams
Of chromatic imagery on rainbow horizon unreached
That’s where I seek out for my muse concealed.
The sun rises with the grandeur of the nascent dawn
Lifting the veil of miasma from the sense of unfeeling
The winds of imagination blows on the mindscape
Raising the dust of all dormant emotions unbound
Turning them into a surging storm of creative urge
Flying the muse to me with afflatus unconfined
That’s when it makes me a poet profound.
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June 30, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Categories:
untreasured, fantasy, imagery, inspiration, muse,
Form: Free verse
A lonely soul, I haunt this peopled earth;
and ever solitary, I beside
remain untreasured and ne'er knowing mirth.
Woe am I! For wherefore do I confide
in Thee, O Lord? For, alone and unloved,
I perish day and night, year after year:
for You have not willed my dearly beloved;
but, sick of my requests, turned a deaf ear.
Be that as it may, Poesy's a comfort,
a just redeemer and a savior:
whose craft provides spiritual life-support;
and sustains my poor heart like no lover.
O Lord, though I have found a new mistress;
have grace on me as a work in progress!?
Categories:
untreasured, faith, god, irony, lonely,
Form: Sonnet
The cascading stream leaping in swirling ebullience
Through dancing shadows of swaying trees entranced
The spectral dew drops draping the glinting grass tips
Weave lattice of splendor on the meadow bejeweled
The drizzling dust on moonbeam in blue satin night
Adorns the pearl laced waves of rolling sea beguiled
That’s where I look for you elusive.
Up above the majestic mountain’s serenading slopes
Waits the sun-soaked summit of ecstasy unclimbed
Far down the verdant valley’s slithering spine curved
Sparkle emeralds on picturesque plains untreasured
The rain-washed sky spreads the tapestry of dreams
Of chromatic imagery on rainbow horizon unreached
That’s where I seek out for you concealed.
The sun rises with the grandeur of the nascent dawn
Lifting the veil of miasma from the sense of unfeeling
The winds of imagination blows on the mindscape
Raising the dust of all dormant emotions unbound
Turning them into a surging storm of creative urge
On its wings to me you fly the afflatus unconfined
That’s when you make me a poet profound.
Written : March 27, 2020
May 23, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice Q
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
untreasured, inspiration, muse, poetry,
Form: Free verse
MYTHS
Good old times
Folded and elapsed in2 wind of times,
Never 2 come back again,
In our present time,
But still moves d clocks of time,
In our memories reading tides.
Embodied believe towards facts, phenomenon of experiences ,
In which often mysteries occurs, the facts of nature and of soul,
Personified and dignified,
Recorded billion yrs facts.
Treasured or untreasured,
Artefacts can never be wiped off,
Such papyrus manuscripts were genre,
Regarded to be trans-generational,
Bt some aspect of it,
Experienced effervescence like a gas,
Because it was untreasured,.
Made manifest by man's emotion,
Provoked to light by imagination,
Upholding a great deal of history,
Ancients wasn't left out in it.
As Zeus captured Aphrodite, Prometheus thought humans d art of making fire,
Poseidon moved d waters,
As Odyssey sails on it,
Medusa slaughtered by Perseus, messenger of d gods flies To warn Zeus of his actions,
Dat was at mountain Olympus,
The home of mythology.
Categories:
untreasured, earth, mythology,
Form: Classicism
Contained by myself
Drawing the wages of the bombed out present day
Away from his story, now my story but
Finding no plastic to pay for Plathist words
To say What? He can look at me here now
A shell of a father's folly soon spent
Gone by are his probably more than a million days, my maybe ten thousand
Reading daily local evenings untreasured sent went.
Driving far away on the forward roll that's keeping me
For the count of the return from the battles' exchange
Him leaving here, me coming here
Wandering kine all cross without dinar fortunes miss to christen this range.
Brown floured sand in my ears
The prize in a fight with words undeciphered yet
He spoke this way, I utterly mumble "Ur" so unschooled
Meandering donkeys forefeet cord-tied won't forfeit the Bedouin bet.
Categories:
untreasured, allegory, history, life, mystery,
Form: Free verse