Multitudinous micro-
oscillations manifest
misleadingly,
Quarks quintessentially
quantify questionable
quantum- permanence,
Subatomic structures subtly
simulate substantial
superficies
Macroscopic mutability,
Fleeting fluctuations
fabricated from formless
frequency- fields,
Intricate interfaces interlock
intersecting illusory imagery,
Disintegrating dimensions
deceive dedicated density-
seekers,
Evanescent energies
effortlessly evade external
examination,
Architectural absolutes
automatically atomize along
apertures,
Vaporous voids vividly veil
vast vacuousness.
Fleeting matter masks
quantum voids.
A stinging mist colors my eyes
with vaporous pall of regret.
Oh, if only i could concede
and let the sun rays dissipate
this nebulous mentality
stealthily invading mind, heart,
a gray impasse of reluctance
that obliterates the future.
August 2, 2026
Eight by Eight Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud, Sponsor
A single white rose stands, swaying in wheezy wind
Got a glimmering glimpse of it in the dewy dawn.
On the carpet of green, as a dreamy dame she swings,
Demure and slightly bent on a magical monsoon day.
A fine flower with petite petals, delicate,
Yet sheltered by sharp stinging thorns that pierce.
Rain drops drip off her vaporous velvety face
As unanticipated tears rush down from one’s eyes.
She is fairer far than anything one can spot
Her petals, so silky and soft, spun by angels of heaven.
Oh, symbol of grace, you rock me in dazzling delight,
And in me a thousand poetic fancies ignite!
She moves catlike
her ebony braid
swishing majestic
in pearly moonlight
and vaporous penumbra.
Raising a chalice
jade and bejewelled
the lithe shadow
samples golden droplets
of honeyed wine
anointed silently
at a feast
of grace.
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Words numb the mind whilst on paper,
idleness advocates,
a lost quill to favor a floor;
tossing profits to err,
that challenges remnants respite,
from energies spirits,
their internal venous chambers,
timely formulation.
Bach, nay Beethoven symphony,
caress the ears to muse,
a muted voice moistens lips, drains,
the endless sands of time,
as its host, vaporous spirits,
engages a review,
of Cherubs galloped chariots,
steads Athena’s harp plays,
illumes familial revue.
Sadden and laughter, exposes,
the stillness mummified,
as the blanketed sinks down low,
perchance a remedy,
will enlighten the slumbered gist,
as seasons in transit,
regulates targeted gamut,
palls nightmares, enhanced dreams.
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Vaporous Rhymes
Nightfall unbalanced
Dance around a ceremony fire
Thorns cursed vaporous
Body dieth slumber
Death-note written
Alacrity descends
Consciousness unbound
Screams below halted no sound
Graves unsettling
Life soon ending
Bomb fires burning
Sacrifices, unforgiving
Buried with the dead
Emptiness is limitless
Rendered to the darkness
Sins unhinged
Tormented below
Name erased from the books
“Each morning is an invaluable gift- To be alive is a boon, to be able to stay healthy is a bonus, to enjoy love and beauty is bliss”- By Poet
Early morn, I wake up from my sleep,
Sensing on my cheeks, dawn’s first gentle kiss.
As the shroud of gloom is lifted off from earth’s face,
In my heart rises sweet whispers of bliss.
Yesterday’s mistakes, gone like vaporous nothings.
A calming peace gently overpowers my soul.
The air is crisp, quiet and pleasantly still.
The morn opens new scenes and vistas whole.
Flowers gently sway in the passing breeze.
Bees buzz around, not giving rest to tiny wings.
Coloured confetti fall from the Gulmohar tree.
Butterflies flit around as my soul in joy, sings.
Remember, how lucky we are to see another sunrise,
To savour what nature offers as an inestimable prize!
Look at the clouds in the sky above
Puffy, vaporous, fluffy stuff,
Ephemeral, illusionary, ever-changing
A moving mass, reshaping before our eyes.
Billowing blotches spreading like
ink on blotting paper, soaking in,
imbibing a recall of inward reflections
that perspective can change sides,
change viewpoints in time and space
near and far, old and new,
up and down, side to side,
rocking to and fro,
for the spell of clouds lies
in their illusions,
on which we dwell.
Her hair, radiant sun yellow,
infused with vaporous blue-violet,
tipped with the softness of orange flame.
Her warmth fills the room as she dances,
mesmerizing, alive, untamed.
La Fiamma—
a beautiful, dangerous companion,
her touch igniting plank and passion.
Now face to face,
her breath is hot, enticing, so inviting.
Not too close, she is fire.
Every doorway is well lit yet barred and locked.
This is my dream body, it is chasing its twilit shadow
down blind alleyways
pausing only to heave breathlessly
as it comes to a stop
in yet another walled-off cul-de-sac.
Daylight couples slyly with moonlight,
it forms a vaporous union that creeps under skin,
We are two hands and a mouth,
weak hands scratching upon a lid of fear.
We call such mind-hauntings: nightmares,
yet they seem so very real
as we fretfully slumber -
then they chase us remorselessly
through our daily lives.
Why record such fantasies,
these myriad variations of horror?
Why relive the frights, the needling frets
of these subconscious ghost trains - images
that fly through all our darkly hidden spaces.
Perhaps only to share an elusive puzzle-picture,
to reach into other sequestered minds
that may experience the same
other-worldly hinterlands, the same fear-threads,
and there know we are crisscrossing
the same unidentifiable landscapes
all of us have created for ourselves.
contrails streak the sky
vaporous cotton left by
silver dots going
somewhere, my mind takes flight but
my feet are stuck to the ground
Is there anything you root for in our garden now?
Must I cultivate it to make it grow?
Can't seed so many plots, I know.
Is there anything you savour in our melting pot now?
Seasons changed, and our flavours compound,
True essence to distil.
Blinded by what familiarity steeps
You know our brew only too well, you see.
I taste bitterness, you drink me.
Remember,
The days when cultures were raw,
Just fresh and jubilantly spicy?
Where exactly did that zest go?
Preserved, yes.
Unspoiled, no!
Simmered away as steam from a kettle,
Aromas mingled over.
Vaporous, hardly distinguishable.
Whatever happened to our cultural bouquet?
Trying to bottle it is so hard.
Is there anything you relish in our feast now?
These days our palates just don't know.
We're still simmering.
Taste! Taste!
"The pain is deep when the heart is spent"...Poet
Your face floats through my mind
in vaporous wistful dreams of illusion
that drape over my soul
in an invisible cloak of yearning
the footprints you left on the soft ground
as you vanished in the shadows
when the rain poured
the last cold kiss devoid of feeling
frozen by the heart's emotional collapse
these are visions of melancholy
that dance with me
on a floor of vacuous emptiness I found
where nostalgia is a hard shattered shard of lament
that lay scattered across my mind
in sobs of burning torment
that form a wistful smile to cover my forlorn face
whenever you appear so present
TRANSCRIPTIONS
once spellbound
glowing
hoveringin
mistiness
limpid
himid
bliss
of wonder
a
vaporous
vision
incandescent
teeming
transparent
fluttering
scattering
sinuoud
viscosity
in
exploding
shock waves
How precious each moment is
when I can feel each breath, without care
and imagine each footprint I left, before it fades
to have known beauty, before it vanished
when thoughts became vaporous
and memories became fragmented
clouded by desire or need
to have found innocence in my heart
when I understood how delicate and fragile life is
as I allowed my soul to rest
and travel beyond visions and dream
to realize I'm part of the design
as I watch the sea rise and fall in my mind
giving a sense of time as I ponder things
to pluck a flower, to inhale its fragrant scent
to see the Earth with an artist's sense
holding each moment
when butterflies lay in the air with fragile wings
floating over a meadow of blooming flowers
where I dream of wondrous things, as they appear
to know even if briefly I was here
and found only beauty
that was hidden inside the sanctuary of my mind
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