crown petals unfold for lofty Light
fontanelle gaping softly smile
Centre Point’s hole blazon mile
pineal connects as conical way
to galactic edenic binomial rays
loosens ovuliferous scales honed
thyroid equalises, tongue relaxes
cylinder opens larynx true blue
speech becomes intended hues
heart softens atria, ventricles
valves linking doors of paradise
protected golden it rhapsodises
coin-line verticle-horizontal spherical
solar plexus flowers monumental near
mystical super might no incidentals
feed flows smooth for tantric beats
sacral seat in creativity knowing heat
power is orange action satisfaction
rooted into Earth mooted primordial
authentic estate mirthful immemorial
aligned connection very refined
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Categories:
verticle, allusion, body, change, deep,
Form: Rhyme
Following the yellow line of the here and now
The hum of the tires sings to me
A melody that assures me the trees understand their purpose
Shades of green ripple a routine jive,
Hello and goodbye in the same breath
Ever vigilant hawks soar through vertical clouds
Screeching in time
To the harmony of wind, bopping through open windows
The view in the rear view mirror is hollow
A tunnel reaching to a distant memory
The hills surrender to the sky
I surrender to the music of the road
Categories:
verticle, goodbye, music,
Form: Free verse
I bent over to pick up the broken pieces of the plate,
this was Grandma's favorite plate.
She had gotten this plate from her mom,
it had always occupied that same spot behind the couch.
The same couch we where not allowed to sit on.
It was still like new covered with a thick piece of plastic,
the plastic used to be clear, now it was yellow with age
Beside the couch on end tables there were cut glass bowls filled with candy,
the candy was multi colored with verticle stripes,
they looked like miniture pillow but without the softness.
Like the couch the candies were meant for looking at,
almost to much for an eight year old boy.
I wanted to be a good boy so I only took a few,
they looked better than they tasted.
I walked to the kitchen to find some glue.
I had hoped she wouldn't notice
back it went to it's special spot
When she got home and looked at me I cried and told her it was broken
She just held me and said it was okay
Grandmas are like that
By Richard Lamoureux
"Picking up The Broken Pieces" contest
Categories:
verticle, family, fear, forgiveness, loss,
Form: Prose Poetry
My feline friend with twitching ears
radar-like what do you hear,
scaredy scamper slightest noise
then snuggle comfort cozy coy...
Through verticle slitten rounded eyes
you filter light on passerbys,
what do you see that may be different
array of colors intermitten...
Lounging gladden crossed front paws
appear to rule by your own laws,
owning me 'stead I own you
headbumps tailgrip loving true...
World of friends our furry bundles
nature's therapeutic handles....
Categories:
verticle, animals
Form: Free verse