Sing songs muses muse blueberry pies
Sung blues one day the muse all died
Hail the stars that distance hath grace
Earth star hath turned anew took place
Traverse the constantly cached stars
Beast unburdened braves of past scars
Trident had Kraken divide her in half
Great made small sat back and laughed
Harp corraled midst meshed verged
Luna slumbers sourced piece emerged
Hearken the heralds the angelic sing
Universal timing presence peace bring
Such folly be told of that kind of talk
Can a massive own a minute tick-tock
What meaning exists for the colossal
Infinite stretch from the number zero
Categories:
verged, analogy, time,
Form: Couplet
The beginning began where there was no beginning.
Darkness doomed the days of still waters ,
While the virtue of the earth remained a void,
harboring space for creation.
The Universe became a living being brought to life.
Surrounded by a thousand galaxies glittering glamour.
Planets planting poles of protection.
The sun devouring darkness
bringing day and night
Separating soft water into sky
and salt water into see.
How I love creation.
Vegetion verged out of the vacant land.
Fruits filled the free space of the horizon.
Creatures crawled to cover the land.
Fishes filled the flawless dams and lakes.
Birds flew to braid their fascinating art of woven nets.
Beasts already aiming for the bush.
How I love creation
Dust moulded to form a million ducts and cells.
With a billion veins and an engine mind.
A sophisticating creature
yet crafted from dust.
A mortal flesh filled the immortal bones of the dry body
Filled with infinite breaths,
It started moving and
became a living being brought from dust
Categories:
verged, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Carried by the sights and smells, he waxed quixotic,
with sounds of vendors hawking wares, quite hypnotic,
a smorgasbord from mundane to the exotic,
yet all the while, undertones verged on chaotic.
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An Awit: 12a:12a:12a:12a, as a single sentence narrative
Categories:
verged, culture, imagery,
Form: Monorhyme
~When "light upon yon window” tends to break
into my hollow head by early dawn,
such brilliant prose pours in as I awake
but by the time I stretch the words are gone.
And like two roads that ’verged in yellow wood,
some perfect metaphors have come my way,
but in a blink, they're merely gone for good,
and where they go, I simply cannot say.
”How do I love thee” surfaced in a dream
with similes of everlasting charm,
but in a flash, I lost the thread midstream
so, “let me count the ways” soon bought the farm.
Those brilliant words of art would just astound
if I was quick enough to write them down.
10-6-22
Categories:
verged, angst, humor,
Form: Sonnet
Mary's fork is flat and harnessed.
Ageless her husband had witnessed
Amusing. She downs spaghetti
Noodles with a glass of ice-tea.
Kneading though air perfect noodles,
Take care if thickens it curdles.
Water is flavored with pork grease,
Bit of salt, makes a masterpiece.
Her incessant labors all day
Yielding prudently toils away.
Tomatoes, garlic, onion,
Basil, parsley, in abundance.
Steaming scent of oregano.
Weaving sauce up to her elbow.
Her success catches its flavor,
Hungry bellies ought to savor.
Whoever short, narrow verged shape
The human body can't escape
The obvious hold fallacies,
Provides a wealth of calories.
6/27/2022
A Merger With Food' Contest
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg
Categories:
verged, food,
Form: Rhyme
Addiction II
I listen carefully to gage what you are covering up
To hear if your words are slurred
Or your outlook too bleak,
Or if you have verged into mania.
I tell myself,
This is the nature of addiction.
I try not to take it personally, but
I internalize your depression and misplaced rage.
I love to hear from you on a good day
Straining towards the normalcy in your voice
Recalling how you once were, and could be again
Imagining all the fun we could have as sisters.
Setting myself up to fall when you crash.
I cover for you to try to spare others the worry
How many stints in the ICU will it take
“to reach rock bottom?”
I have been encouraged to walk away but I cannot.
My guilt and my love and my powerlessness weigh heavy.
This is the nature of addiction.
Categories:
verged, addiction, sister,
Form: Free verse
He had no insight into the mysteries
Of the gilded sports
Of the British social elite,
By the time he arrived at his beloved college,
Long, long ago in a long-forgotten England,
And in later years he came to the opinion
That if he possessed a single quality
That might be termed noble
He owed it in part to his education,
And not least the four years he spent there,
And there’d be times when certain pieces
Of quintessentially English pastoral music
Still had the power to evoke his strange and sudden vanishing,
While seeming to him to bespeak a passion
For the Arcadian soul of England that verged on the ecstatic,
And others when he’d dream of a day
He might return to the scene of his flight as if in atonement,
And commune with the soul of his beloved England,
With a passion verging on the ecstatic,
And then put the memory to rest for all time,
And he absconded once...just the once it was...
To avoid being chastised for something foolish he did,
And he finished up wandering, forlornly wandering,
His boots freshly caked with the purest English soil,
Long, long ago in a forgotten field in England.
Categories:
verged, dream, education, england, memory,
Form: Free verse
Grassy verged mounds
On a country roadside grace
Where a canopy of browns
Declare autumn in place
The branches rise
While winter nears
As if they were praising the sun
Allaying their fears
For after their fall
Another colour may grace
In crystal form
And the lands will embrace
The whitening ices
Grounds barren to white
Crisp starry skies
Like sparkling lights
With a flick of her switch
She turn spring on
As the buds appear
Singing a totally new song
Through the bright months they grow
As the temperature warms
Natures miracles
In all shapes and forms
Our smiles get wider
As the summer blooms
Fragrances aplenty
Like scented perfumes
And here we are
It's autumn again
The seasons like great symphonies
Always proud and replaying
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php
Categories:
verged, inspirational, nature, seasonsautumn, autumn,
Form: Rhyme
Quite uncertain of what awaits me,
I searched for the road that will set me free.
I’m trapped in the fog of my present and past;
oh please release me from this invisible cast.
Helplessly bound in despondent chains,
my tears were veiled by the pouring rain.
In union with solitude, I wept in silence;
as this world ignored my shy existence.
On a dragging pace, I verged upon fate.
Still stunned by fear, I quivered on each gait.
Yet stirred by my grit to escape from this plight,
I opened my eyes in the sable twilight.
Enthused amidst my frailty, I sauntered.
With a fragile hope, this fear, I conquered;
and on the advent of eternal bliss,
I suddenly felt an immaculate kiss.
Embraced by the guidance of the Sacred Son,
I know in time my sorrows will be gone;
and as I surrender my heart and my soul,
in the bosom of His Mother, I will be consoled.
With this, at last, I fin'lly conclude
that I've been saved from the abysmal loot;
and as I drop on my humbled knees,
I'll be clothed in the warmth of the Eminent breeze.
Categories:
verged, faith, hope, introspection, life,
Form: Rhyme