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On the car ride to chaos
I let the soft instrumental music
trace along the corners of my mind
easing the knot inside
my eyes shut, as the sun’s warmth fell;
Like an orphaned leaf subtly on a lulled lake.
The sun afresh;
playing hide and seek with the trees,
I rested exquisitely.
Slowly but inconsistently,
like honey in water,
the warmth lazily spread its way
through my pores making way to my unkempt heart,
Polishing away around each jagged edge and corner;
All the way down to the very roots, crumbling the crass.
Light shone on broken glass,
(once despicably destruct)
transitioned into my heart.
Once again christened and ready for war, I thought;
Perhaps in the moment between a swelling tide and a catastrophic wave,
The calm in the chaos- a catalyst before the next storm?
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Thunderous rain pounds,
A whiff of a baby's neck...
alas! veiled vision.
For Nature Themed poetry contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Date: 2 May 2020
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A cloud for every time
I reminisce, plenty enough to stir a storm;
Yet never enough to uproot the pink-apple tree
That stood tall in my neighbour's backyard .
A shadow of one-
you, me and the pink fruit tree, we spilt
all our secrets under:
soaked the bark, as we feasted on them
blissfully the once sweet sourness,
now sour memories.
I visited home after a year,
(Or probably a decade?)
No football ground,
no creaky swing sets
As moss infested houses sat
upon them, smirking.
With change spat everywhere,
Relieved I was to see;
Master of its own- The pink fruit tree!
A gust of memories sprang upon me
As I I heard the pink fruit tree recite
To the shrubs, guava trees,
some birds after flight;
The song of two best friends
Who taught it the art of sharing
Whose laughter opened its tendrils
Whose love was constant as Sirius himself,
And how its privileged twigs
traced muddy blueprints
Of building houses next to each other,
With no hiccups for life to wade through.
Motionless, I left quietly
Wearing a smile bittersweet.
For if not you or me,
At least the pink fruit tree
Keeps watering the
wilted golden memories.
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The ocean or continuously flicking those blue rosary beads?
For me it has been the grey and white blots on an ombré sky,
One behind the other as my train of thoughts wander alike:
Blue, purple, red, pink, black and intangible.
My last and first resort to cement my wavering faith
Where I disconnect to connect,
Watching a new different array each day.
The sun still golden offers me a hand, or a little push
To roll the burdensome boulders back up,
To smile until my lip cracks for stars to sink into,
To forgive, to forget and to be able to feel it all.
Brazen stars biting through darkness and light alike.
A half mooned evening reassures my half hearted smile...
I let the sky soak up my evils to unplug from the twilight.
Every dawn and every dusk, the moon sheds dancing dust
As all my sentiments are peeled out of my pastel soul
I lie watching them salsa with the clouds and the translucent moon.
Don’t be fooled about clouds being melt in the mouth;
Heavier than metal bearing secrets
about you, me and the the moon’s dancing dust.
Mostly mesmerizing, always heroically honest.
I, extracting some precedented knowledge; a hungry mud lark
Scavenging in the throat of the Bible held almost an inch above.
Date: 6 April, 2020
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Love ain’t just a four lettered word
Each speck of ink
hand in hand like intertwined fingers
Like the swift but subtle movements of a ballerina,
Her hands, like braille for blind
And sign for the deaf and dumb
She writes the letter L
Beauty and grace she recites
As her satin feet traces the floor, an O
A delicate effort on water,
Repercussions around the O.
Passion is her spotlight,
Silently Fluttering. Demandingly Felt.
She pirouettes
And now a V, we get.
She soars high off the ballet ground;
A dandelion waiting to liberate away
She lands on her pointy toes,
As she bows down humbly,
Ecstatic with an E.
- My heartbeat echoes
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Streaks of light
in splendid symmetry,
Carefully crocheted clouds,
A tailor-made semicircle.
A stolen moment.
My eyes fixated on the
fiery blaze under its veil,
A blood orange kiss on
every blue cloud’s tip.
He slips with every
tug at the cord,
As the silvered moon
rose on her smoky sled
Heavy clouds drag themselves,
mourning along the
sodden cold night...
Until the dimmed stars
gleamed into spotlight.
As though a Japanese fan,
The spine tingling sky
has folded itself
into the night.
Winter or summer,
dusk always sheds a
lingering iciness behind:
Didn’t today just die?
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I skip,
like stones skimming on a lake-
The song that awakens
the ripest memories;
how your eyes
widen
whilst your thumbs
outline me.
The way your face falls,
huddled
between my arms...
Or how you let your
fingers blanket mine.
Your childlike grin when
I treat your palette...
Or The way you radiate
your warmth
inside me,
Until the hair on my skin
oozes
beads of trickling sweat.
The way your skin
wears your soul
after claiming me in bed,
Or the way you clean me up
slowly,
watching me
drenched
in your soul’s sweetness.
You.
Instances flash.
Me, yours.
Us:Impeccable scenes of a
black and white movie.
I skip, I skip, I skip and I skip
away from us:
you.
I, grazing cautiously-
the overly ripening memories.
Seven, ten maybe
thirteen a charm,
But on days like these
it’s only
twice
until the laden pebble
tumbles
Sinking into the
sea of memories,
To more of you;
my unfinished fantasies.
History claims us now...
Date: 30 April 2020
Title chosen: The Last Good Days Of Innocence
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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Mightily into endless possibilities
In a coracle I sail,
To once feel your hands trail
Down hope's amenities...
"Flickering faith, is that you?",
Empty fists thudding air
The static too loud to bear...
"I need love, your love subdued".
Bathing in benisons a million
Yet, a pounding desire for a hue anew
A longing lure crept and grew...
One for my cheek, vermillion.
My head spinning with these thoughts
Lick away the learnings of the past,
Hurry! I need at least this dream to last.
Pinned people pile, time rots...
I see myself, I scurry past...
A shape, a colour and an emotion I throw
Almost full, to the you-shaped furrow
Caustic conversations, my new time pass.
Entry for- Be Inspired Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Date- August 14,2020
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