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Premium Member Forgive My Silence

Dear December, Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
               the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from our confrontations.
So much was 
          lost in translation,
though I’ve been 
         healing in isolation.
Warm is the smile,
when you stretched 
your arms
with compassion,
understanding that
not everything 
    is black or white. 
As I’ve learned about life: 
   it goes on.
and In the midst of the
somersaulted journey,
I still remember those 
who boosted my sanity,
when September sorrows 
slayed my spirits,
as I slowly severed my thorns,
to watch them drown 
in a sea of 
   broken breaths,
whilst perpetually 
praising the painters’ pain,
and the abstracts of 
architects articulating 
a peaceful pathway, 
although I still dwell 
on the regrets from 
strawberry fed wolf moon,
the night when my 
heart yearned to be heard,
as I delicately smeared 
my emotions across 
clementine and 
       cranberry twilights,
in hopes
        of forgetting 
withered willows,
whilst letting it melt 
Honeysuckle vines,
with hues of the sangria 
sky reflecting ever so softly,
showing me reasons 
to believe again in
better tomorrows,
for there is a rainbow 
aching to glow 
after every storm,
and there’s far too 
much to be grateful for 
in this life of delirium,
so shall we allow this 
winter to be the seed 
of warm light and water~
      forgive the stars that
veiled their silver,
as fate turned
her back on our garden, 
let memories float in 
      paper boats of
          lilac feathered forgiveness, 
along the river of reconciliation.

Let’s flow and flourish together,
leaving behind an aroma
so divine on 
cashmere sweaters,
with unwritten poems 
tucked beneath velvety pillows,
that tasted so many tears,
and have seen too many 
                 vanquished fears.

Yellow Sapphire

          Onyx of darkness crumbled beneath my bed,
               I lit a bead in fiery scarlet hues on a novel white canvas
          A fire enraged in the hollows of anxieties

               Oh my precious canvas burnt in raging flames
          The bead from the canvas somersaulted in my room
               Hallucinations of muddled cobwebs entangled me

           It whirled and swooshed my fears in numbness
               My drooping desires curled into creeping snails,
           It flashed visions from black to topaz blue

              Ruby for a while then emerald oh then amethyst
           Lit the world with fireworks of hope in the moonlit sky
              The reasons to die, the desires to live, dancing chaos

               Ashes of my canvas scattered around in the morning,
My brush dipped in blood red fears-- yellow sapphire gleaming in my palm



June 12, 2020

Sleepless - Old or New Poetry Contest
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~Winner: 2nd Place

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Premium Member Pools

The sun blowtorches its way into the water, 
fragments, and the bottom is an aqua sky 
webbed by white-hot lightning. 

Here and there, legs hang like halved mannequins 
disappearing into a squiggly-bright ceiling, 
through which you can make out 
the slurred shape of a poolside palm tree. 

The deep, guttural grooon-grooon of
the water’s stomach growling is all you hear, 
dredging up a similar sound from your subconscious,
last heard while you were immersed, long ago, 
in another fluid world.  

The water suddenly internal-combusts 
in a tangle of arms and legs,  
flailing in a fizz of a million tiny bubbles,  
some kid having just somersaulted into the blue.

Soon, another’s face splashes down before you, 
slightly albino in the shining water,  
bug-eyed with silvered goggles
like a child alien from a waterless planet 
discovering buoyancy. 

Then you realize it’s your own kid, 
wobbling from side to side,
toothy, hair waving like smoke 
as he dog-paddles away. 

You come up for air, breaching the surface like a 
graceless dolphin, 
and clarity hits your ears, 
a momentarily soundless din. 

You can already feel your skin heating up
in the blast furnace above water, 
confusing because there are beads 
running down your face and neck, cold.  

You suck a lungful of air and push yourself under again, 

but not before catching a glimpse of your wife
drowse-browsing a magazine on her sun lounger,  

and the two umbrellas, 

the big one shading the miniature one 
stuck in the snowy slush of your pina colada.


Premium Member Mischievous Cats

Mischievous Cats


Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.

Bella stretches out her legs and purrs. 


"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"

"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"

"Let's go tease Peeddie.

Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near; 
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."

Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.

Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover. 

Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.

Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
 a twig snapped off to one side.

Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."



Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats, 
with precision, unleash his position.

"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.

"W-h-a-t?           Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said. 
 Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.

Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.

They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.


Moral of the story, 

Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.

07~10~16
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Play In the Snow

There was a young fellow called Joe
Who loved to play out in the snow
But he skidded on ice
Somersaulted twice
And broke all three bones in his elbow.




February 16th 2018.

Entered in walking in the snow contest
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw.

Premium Member Golden Days of Autumn--Poet's Dozen

with collars turned up,
we warm hands in our pockets...
winds pilfer the trees
~
The acorns have been bouncing like brown raindrops
If I could sell them, I would open a shop
~
As leaves somersaulted in masses from all the russet trees,
small children were running to classes, along the littered street

~

Brisk autumn winds, weaving through grass
twirl bright golden leaves, fluttered and spun
blushing like children, who tumble and laugh
playing gymnastics, having their fun
with cart-wheeling antics, under the sun


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Four Forms: Haiku,Couplet,Free Verse,Quintain
For Contest sponsored by Silent One  "Poet's Dozen"
11/6/15


Tumbleweed

Driving in the city,
I'm used to many things - 
Crazy cabbies, honking horns,
Pigeons spreading wings.

In attentive texters,
Speedy messengers on bikes,
Nannies pushing strollers filled
With bored or wailing tykes.

Buses not in service,
Doormen whistles blowing,
Drivers who have no idea
Which way they should be going.

But one thing I have never seen
Until my current trip
Is tumbleweed go tumbling by -
It really made me flip.

Like a bunch of dancing hay clumps,
All this tumbleweed bounced by.
As it somersaulted on
You couldn't miss it if you'd try.

It looked comical yet scary,
Almost alien to me,
Not at all like on the westerns
That I once watched on TV.

For a city gal, I'll tell you
This was special, that is true,
But I hope I never see it
Roll down Second Avenue!

Premium Member Mid-Summer Night Dream - Concluded

Part One
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mid-summer_night_dream_1482320
Concluded

Elves, dwarves, mini giants, and hobbits all performed.
But last was Fili as he strutted to the middle of the glen.
Secretly clutching his alexandrite lode, he flew 
Straight up ten feet with a view for all to see.
Fireflies flew erratically around him, a ghostly shine.
As Fili moved his clutched hand, he turned.
Somersaulted, spun and returned to his standing stance.
Below the people of the glen clapped in awe.
But now Fili was worried, how was he to descend
And thus receive his well merited prize?
It was the River-maid who rescued him, as she flew
And whispered in his ear.  Change the lode to the left hand
She whispered, giving him a luscious kiss.
Soon Fili landed and the Fairy Queen beckoned him.
You can take your first midnight skinny dipping and eat all
The strawberries you like so much, she graciously said.
She took his lode, put it on a crown and on his head it sat.
And now Fili, the hero, was annoyed no more.

Counterfeit Love

COUNTERFEIT LOVE
By Madalitso Jasper Mwaungulu

Painless emotions display the hurt in my butt
My eyes twinkle like little stars
As the watery flow shine out
Reflecting the captive freedom you put me into
I am a free prisoner of love

Pushed by your selfish desires
Abandoned by your royal lowness
My life somersaulted out of the league
Everything I knew changed
Everything I understood became oblivion
My intellect masked by your smiling tender-hearted face

I now understand that even the strongest hearts melts
They cry, they break, they harden, they soften and they forgive
But they never forget
How can they forget?
How can they see when the mist of your deception
Engulfs their perception?

Eagles cry  deep in the sky
While hovering over naked smiles
Happiness of young hearts snatched
And onto the rock of Saturn smashed
When selfish ambitions walks pompously in
The corridors of their little love hearts
Proclaiming fear in their ventricles

Their pure first love you snatched
Now they can’t love anymore because
You vanished
They counted their joy in you
Gained their strength
And admonished their girth
Disappointingly, they’re broken
And they can’t be mended
Even glue a vague adhesive to bend.

They cry, they bleat, they moan, they whine, they whimper and they wail
Not because they choose to
Or forced to
But because they’re used to
As their minds dredge up the joy your presence caused
Searching and scouring for your return
Your humble entry back into their hearts
Not to mend but to build them again

To say the truth
They don’t smile anymore
But they are drenched in fear
When they see your resemblance

They don’t smile because you took their smile
Together with you when you left
You took their peace
And they live in fear
Not fear of whom or what or where
But fear of you
And I only realize
That your love was only counterfeit

Ooh Lord

Lord, today I saw her, like a bride walking down an aisle
Moving in all your glory and glowing all the while
Prettiness with petite cutie and beauty in a pile
I saw a flash of lightning in one enlightening smile
A student in the making, yet a model in her style
Lord, even a rose ain’t that angelic in its entire beauty file

I asked for her name but she just stared down in a frown
I stood my ground and she said June is the noun
With a voice so shy yet a melodious sound
I hope she sees me as no less than a charming prince
Because a princess she is, if she wasn’t that ever since 
For just the sight of her can put a man’s man in a wince

She looked so precious, an enchanted heavenly sight
My silly little heart quivered, somersaulted and pounded with delight
My pen bled love as this sight i jotted with the braveness of a knight
Lord, I was gripped by the fright of a night not seeming so right 
For a dream not so dry she provokes when you kill the light

I saw the calmness of the ocean reflected in a brown pair of eyes
I saw the radiance of a twilight captured in such a skin, I no tell lies
And the smile of a crescent moon that makes the sun not rise
If she is in your image lord, then you really must look nice
For such is the reason I always wished Christmas came twice!

A Nuptial Tale

“Why d’you take so much care? Why don’t you dump her altogether?”
That’s the question they ask me for the umpteenth time and more.
She lies upon her bed; her blank stares pierce the mirror in front of her
The immovable torso that she has been accursed with lay facing the door

Twenty years ago met a beautiful girl with the man she liked
The courtship period soon passed by, the marriage was solemnized
Wedding guests had a sumptuous meal, everyone was satisfied
The fairy tale began; the new couple merry, their life was prized

Perhaps you thought the fairy tale would survive? Heck, no—
Two years later we were on a hilly terrain ride
Squall and thunder, a great boulder suddenly had a go
The car slipped and somersaulted; seconds later a tide

Gripped me by awe, my beautiful girl was in a pool of blood
She survived; only to be left in such a ruin
I was dumbstruck; had a great pain to evade the flood
Of public sympathy, anyway once again made ‘our’ life a-going

Since then we have been living here, people ask me why
I haven’t dumped her; left her at her own fate
People are crazy, their pokes and nudges should be kept at bay
Have you been answered? Well now I think am getting late

Several miles downtown my mistress’ bed is prepared; she must be looking my way

Life Beyond

Sun shines like strong light without burning intensity,
Water splashes on me as it flows down hill with great fidelity,
The atmosphere is different with a pleasant aroma,
which makes me wonder and places me in a silent dilemma,
A hand touches me and pulls me up "let`s go"
His voice sounds familiar,so I couldn`t say `No`,
we move through beautiful garden of red flamboyant plants,
And I see people wearing white tops with blue skirts and pants,
They are having a feast, It`s a barbecue,
we move towards them and join the queue,
Mum!Dad!,nearly every one that I know is here,
but they are all dead and yet,they look lifely,
their reception and interactions are very friendly,
This place is full of smiling faces which makes it so dear,
Happiness,peace and friendship radiate in the air,
This is where I love to be; it is cool and fair,
"Oh!Jane,It`s been long,you look so charming"
She smiles and hugs me,"darling I`ve been waiting",
'Son!'called my dad "you have to go back"
'Many things still have to be done which you lack'
THEN something pulls me;I can only see bright lights.
            ~                 ~                        ~
Different faces surround me  like lions on their prey,
I couldn`t move,I`m tied down for the slay,
My heart beats slowly,I can now respire,
"He`s getting back"they say,as they perspire,
Lying on the bed,drifting slowly;I become conscious,
Asking myself how I got here,I am curious..
   ~               ~  Then I remembered  ~        ~
Driving on a wet road on vacation
smiling as we move to our new location,
something ran across the road suddenly,
which made me to apply the brake swiftly,
The car somersaulted and entered a pit,
blood gushed out of my head and made me fall into a fit,
We were rushed to the hospital but Jane gave up the ghost,
before arriving and for the doctors to become our host,
I was bleeding internally and fell into coma for a week.
~Oh!this operation makes me feel sleepy and weak...

Premium Member Sentimental Song On My Paternal Home

Could I ever forget you my little paternal home?
Your reminiscence haunts me however far I might roam.

That mysterious nook wherein my mother gave me birth,
That treasure-chamber, where there never had been dearth for mirth...

That corner where, for first-time, I felt your motherly kiss,
Where with milk and maternal bond I drank your baffling bliss...

That home where, as young, many human virtues I learned,
Performing little things, where, from elders, esteems I earned...

Its each stone and each tile, had marvelous stories to tell,
Mixing, like milk and sugar, tales of heaven and hell...

When storms and tempests shook you, my roots within me did shake,
Though calm and still I sat; my heart, as pricked by thorns, did ache...

Could I forget that cashew-groove, palms and coconut trees?
Each little flower that, like novice dancer, sway in breeze...

That little pond, where I learned swimming and somersaulted,
Near which for inspirations to my poems, I halted...

Oh! Those little sparrows! Don’t they seem less in number now?
Those eagles in polite fury! Where are they, anyhow?

Though old and shaking, do not kindly fall down, home dearest...!
When life says slow good-bye to me, I'd love stay your nearest...!


23 July 2022

Premium Member Temptation

Last night I met a gypsy girl, 
Temptation was her name. 
A breathless brazen beauty, 
a drop-dead gorgeous dame. 

I went to get my fortune told, 
ten dollars was a steal.
This magic mystic mistress
began to play reveal.

Her gypsy dress fell to the floor,
those red lips cast a spell.
They whispered wicked warnings,
then on her knees she fell.

She purred, she arched, she hypnotized,
my legs just turned to stone.
Her frenzied fleshy flaunting
caused blood to conquer bone. 

She crawled toward me on all fours
so ripe my mind did peal.
That silky sultry sex slave,
my body ached to feel.

A razor blade between her teeth
made short work of my clothes.
Her tempered tasteful teasing
finished where ardor flows. 

Still paralyzed but craving more,
she swallowed my desire.
Her lavish language, luscious!
An all-consuming fire.

She laid me down onto my back
then turned her world around.
This willful wanton woman,
she offered me the mound. 

I dived until I found the pearl,
her pleasure dome, my teeth.
Both fighting frenzied forces
while pleasure reigned beneath.

Our fervor flared, lit up the night,
consuming both our souls.
Our rampant raging rapture,
forever I'll extol.

She somersaulted onto lust...
a tear she did allow.
Her pounding paving pathways,
endless fields to plow.    

I'd pounce upon a fling like that,
Alas... Twas but a dream!
My hardened hunger's harnessed.
temptation made it scream!

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