Grey, hairy, beady eyes,
Scuttling away, spinning,
Webs of perversion,
Sticky tendrils wrapped,
Around my walls,
Breaching boundaries,
Like Halloween romp,
Long held fears,
Diverse, scary feelers,
Sqirting surface spray,
Their mandibles merge,
Guess we're all human,
But loathe spiders and pimps.....
She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.
Quietly she stitches
by a sky of amber- red tea.
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.
She sits and mends quietly,
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight.
when hearts, so old they turn gray
beneath the expressions of faded
tears, spun together through pains
meant to break – but instead
purify and cleanse, penetrate the depths
so doubt turns to faith, reckless to safe
Beautiful webs.
Spidery, and the spiders know everything.
Now they are cobbling cobwebs.
In a basement.
The basement is where there are sounds of leaking and creaking.
Sounds that are not meaningful.
Webbing that used to be like connections and ideas-
That are not meaningful these days.
The webs waver a bit from the draft in this cold place.
The spiders died.
And spiders know nothing.
Spider rests on the faded web, content
Easy autumn, leaves crumbling into dust,
Pastel moon aglow, watches their descent.
Joy rises from every momentous gust,
Blessings flowing on gentle stardust skies,
Easy autumn, leaves crumbling into dust.
Amber and gold, chanting songs to chastise,
Some nights the heart reflects all the wonders,
Blessings flowing on gentle stardust skies.
Way up high there abides pulsing thunders,
Resting on the autumn grace, so loving,
Some nights the heart reflects all the wonders.
Lost souls can feel doubts of darkness shoving,
Yet, when the autumn whispers, they’re in awe,
Resting on the autumn grace, so loving,
Light floods spirits whose hope will not withdraw,
Spider rests on the faded web, content
Yet, when the autumn whispers, they’re in awe,
Pastel moon aglow, watches their descent!
Returning from the pet store,
A bag of spiders in my hand.
To cast amid my woven webs,
Of choices I don't understand.
The problems I've created,
Turning left instead of right.
I'm hoping these arachnids,
Weave the answers to my plight.
With tireless precision,
Their efforts will now cocoon,
My wasteful indecision.
Enlightenment is coming soon!
One day, we’re up, a mindless soul.
Upon rising, we dare extol
a friend with praise on just a whim
and then the next day, slander him.
Behavior talks without control.
Vexation and steadfastness clash
to build impressions made of ash.
Resolve to reach the wiser choice
judicious forethought, then rejoice
beyond just framing photoflash.*
Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct, values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress
a whimsy web, not worth the weave.
“photoflash –a brief pulse of high current with little heat.
December 7, 2022
Entangled Webs
Entangled webs we weave it seems
When a kindly friend lights a spark
In a tormented frozen heart
Planning romantic extreme schemes
Reasons to pursue wanton dreams
Secret whisperings in night’s dark
Entangled webs.
Though starlight gleams and moon still beams
There are both hearts in shattered shards
From the start it was on the cards
The love once been will sheen in dreams
Entangled webs.
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7th November 2022
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Rousing Rondine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jeff Keyser
Our window
Outside
Is filthy with autumn webs
The spiders tricked
By kitchen lights
Supplanting the appetite of summer sunrises
Orphaned leaf
Tangles and struggles
Strumming the harp to this windy day
House strokes its white whiskers
Time
Never looks over its shoulder
Or around the corner
I sit still
With broom and rag not lifted
Upstairs I hear
Yesterday’s patter
Of my faded children
Climbing from bed in their pajamas
While I hum to myself
With the autumn spiders.
words are...
thought-road norms with
a built-in radar as...
the met-a-four lane-gauge
for under standing bridges...
and the intersections that sent-tense
stans sand
...
lane gauges
Webs were in the corners of ever room, laying host to the abandoned chambers that fell in the shadows of permanent decay. Long-standing remained the feast of unwanted affection that stained each walll into the submission of a now collapsing house, brought to ruin from what was absent in those painful hours of grief and rejection, that did nothing more but slowly take away my sanity.
Alfredo Gonzales ©
camouflaged nature
cornfield dormouse sleeping sound
silken web shimmers
silk threads 5 - 3 - 5 syllable count
spinning wheels silk threads
mourning times
chantilly black lace
silk webs 3 - 5 - 3 word count
times to regret
male spiders spinning silk webs
black widows betray
10 / 18 / 2021.
Shadows like spider webs across the lane
Shape-shifting slowly as the sun drifts
Across oranges of autumn making the hills sing.
I think of waning summer days and
Autumn's chilly nights soon coming,
Calling for warm jackets and scarves,
While the squirrels bed down in their nests
To await the coming of another spring
For scampering in yonder meadow flowering.
HONORABLE MENTION
written September 27, 2021
"Write What Inspires" Poetry Contest
All Poetry
Moments, once held, vanished like spider webs.
Whispers held captive, like tides, too soon ebb.
September 24, 2021
L Milton Hankins
"Your Best Rhyming Couplet" contest
6th Place!
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