Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
A Mended Fence A Sinners Doubt
David J Walker
The sin
is in
The sin is out
The sin is to
pretend
and not to doubt
where truth begins
a ragged rout
the books all blend
the rancor’s shout
with trails of gloom
or gratitude
a tactile room
too often skewed
as hues descend a
reconned drought
a seasons dirth
a Delphic earth
vatic verse
that vendor's tout
the nether world
escapes without
a false pretense
in recompense
as gods invest
the beggar’s bout
a mended fence
a sinners doubt
Compelled
David J Walker
The sad part of this obsession is
Knowing how unprofitable it will always be
Language leanings in different directions
Confessions of the soul count for nothing
A mornings reflection in vivid description
Serving only a fraction of lost and forgotten temptations
The torments of love yet unexplained
Colors unnamed
Secrets never revealed
Clouds proudly morphing into forms unformed
And forms of deformed and fearful imaginings
A sincere hope that the unknown is better than today
The poet puts on the hat of a mad vatic
and buries his face in his hands
compelled to see the future
Visionary
Valiant, voluntary,
Versatile, vigilant
Vivacious, vigorous
Versed vital veteran;
Venturing, virtuous,
Valued, vibrant, vatic
Venerable victor!
05/05/2021
Pleiades V Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." - Anaïs Nin
a world of mine - the world of me
it's all the world i'll ever see
the only world that's spinning free
one world i'll ever have and be
but oh how grand could i but flee
this frame of dirge cacophony
to wend a song or two (or three)
a softer strain - another key
of life where sharp and flat agree
where they and i and you ...
are we ...
well i can dream, yes i can dream
if i but shut my eyes ...
~
Impulse, enter
Senses and sensation
Stirred with an indexed intent
All one dark, filtered aberration
A distorted lens of chaos and care
Carnal portions, meant holy
Divine, meant irreverent
I sit upon the marble, blue ... twirl
Views change, but perspective is a cold mute
Blinded by my vatic eyes alone
Cursed to but one sill ...
Shattered.
~ 9th Place ~ in the "She Inspires Series - AN" Poetry Contest, Maureen McGreavy, Judge & Sponsor.
To deep affect a heart-or-two,
I come up shy, again ... again,
And seems no matter what I do,
No bloodless ink to fill my pen ...
A man to deal me dim neglect,
To others, offer warming breath,
I sold my dreams to his respect,
For petals of a blossom, death ...
To oft' avoid this aching word,
Folks have a true intrinsic right,
Yet I'll soar on, a wingless bird,
To wend the vatic veils of night ...
Their truths awith'ring ... in the bright.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Select G Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
POLITICO
There’s a rain of gold
And I’m the ray of that hope
My vatic come to pass
And good fortune comes to us
Did I not talk to the gods?
Did I not listen to their words?
The debacle of my enemies cometh
Like a deluge and blitz together
But I’ll live for a long time
For I’ve touched nobody’s dime
Only legless allegations
By spineless alligators
Were it not for the forces of darkness
The poor would have stumbled on riches
Not just beggars with wishes
Beggars saddled and trotting away on their horses
I have a dream, not to lie side by side with predators
Rather to talk one on one with my creator
To take your prayers and tithe to the inner sanctum
To receive your baskets and treasures in God’s name
This is a valiant’s palate of bitter herbs
One day those of garb the royal robes
About me with golden ring
Then you’ll know I’m a supernatural being
Has not my prophesy come true?
That false prophets will come to you
Ranting about a new leader
I am an adept mind reader
And I see the scriptures of the evil one
In whoever denies that I’m not the one
Bright Githui