Sundown creeps,
across adorned amber,
sky whose welkin,
shades volte face,
as evening edges,
into cosmic chakra,
of visual feasts,
orange, pink, purple,
prelude which emblazon,
point of day exodus,
atrophied moon winking,
mystic morph of,
dwindling halo,
to homeward bound,
throngs thirsting,
for redress within,
winter jasmine enclave,
cabal, clique, cluster,
in shrunken retreat,
from dreary toil,
nudge from nightfall,
whose cryptic code,
a dark art patois,
exemplified by,
eastern screech owl,
whose stocky medium,
and varied volume,
that twilight tremolo,
purring incognito,
among other creatures,
wet soil genus,
brisk firefly flash,
in town backyards,
wing rubbing katydid,
tree top rasp,
or amid green bush,
chirpy cricket,
midget burrow dweller,
allow oneself to wallow awhile,
in evening habitat,
in all its allure
Vested influencers voiced commercials,
a venture whose view might marshal
public opinion – ads valued as partial.
Virgin winds of the highest velocity
created a vortex, a veiled victory.
The vision vulcanized by verbal vacillation
once the vote drew verification.
Amid the vagaries, a volte-face vaunts itself
beyond the veneer.
Self-assertion blatant, repelling babble exuberant, closing floodgates you eschew, none fooled by you.
you speak,
winds shriek,
shout loud,
feel proud,
you brag
self tag,
your lies
none buys,
voice lone,
place shown,
musk breaks,
face wrecks,
mouth shut,
stops glut.
You blurt garbage dirt, off your guard, torn to shard, do a volte-face, eat words in disgrace.
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I remember a time when I surfaced to breathe
and the air outside was as pure as can be
I remember a time when life was so simple
that the stars in the sky were all full of twinkle
The world changed volte-face and I lost my pace
the tea cups were bare and Alice was spent
I searched for my dreams with mad discontent
as the moon in the sky turned to concrete cement
One summer day the tea party ended
and needless to say I lost the gold key
Into the cave I fell and I fended
as the sun without light held nothing for me
I remember a time when freedom was mine
without the amends, I never consigned.
December 20, 2021
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name Pick-A-Title, Vol 27
I chose down down down the rabbit hole
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Resulting in consciousness contraction
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
Looming spectre of death birthed fearfulness
Plunging our mind into agitation
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Survival instinct heightened awareness
Softened attention our meditation
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
Tranquil calm replaced erst rebelliousness
We sought solace in void of cessation
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Empathy awoke, spewing lovingness
Our heart now overflows with compassion
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
Recognising interconnectedness
Love, not fear, our hearts orientation
Forced solitude began with loneliness
Shifting to vibrancy in aloneness
07-June-2021
vacillating desires
vicissitude of thought
vintage but valueless
venting ego urges
vice vibes that vilify
vitiating our soul
volte-face yet we remain
05-May-2021
Pleiades V poetry contest
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
7 lines @ 6 syllables each
Unbridled bout of self-assertion blatant
turns you to a repelling babbling exuberant.
Shutting of orifice floodgates you eschew,
forgetting everybody isn’t fool around you.
Torn to shards if you blurt bullsheet absurd,
do a volte-face eating your crappy words.
Try to not gulp them dry in stigmatic drouth*,
for a fly does not enter a closed mouth.
August 14, 2019
*Drouth is Scottish dialect for drought
Dali makes a promise
He won't kiss Giraffe's brace
clock melts bopper
A grasshopper
He chills makes volte-face
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