white particles fall
ever so intensively
on a winter night
Sticky coal is pouring down,
looks like it's gonna be a moonless night.
From a rooftop I observed, this inconsistent city with it's logic twirled.
Starved for attention and wanting to be heard,
these "awoke" people absurdly refused to hope.
Irrational thinking took over, as most were hypnotized and lost composure.
Now, tainted, spoiled and infected,
the deadly rain's collected and ingested.
Chewing ashy snow with their mouth agape ,
some puked their intestines while others reshaped.
Neglecting their well being for a comfortable skin,
as the official death of caring intensively, gives birth to shallow acquaintances.
I want to discover a new way to balance on the tightrope.
I don’t want to push forward,
Nor do I want to roll backwards.
I surely can’t stay in one place for too long as they say,
But who hardly has time nowaday’s to rot at this time of age and wait for the grim reaper to stamp the big red “decay” onboard our faces?
It’s so unusual to walk backwards on my hands near the unknown.
Perhaps moving side to side will sub-due for now,
Until I falter to the choices of my extemporaneous circumstance.
I hate it when a old saying that is so bland & bleak such as,
"What came first, the chicken or the egg?"
Picked and rot out the black caged doves brains so intensively.
I say it was the soul that resided within the body & not the body forming around the soul.
Well of course they would react the way that they did,
After all, they’re impure imitations of false angels.
Without further notice,
If you are only keen to the idea of viewing our redundant self-loathing behavior in a black or white demur for the rest of your lively days,
You’re hurting your egotistical mindset and malnourishing your heart.
lets give it a shape
twisted lines of 3-d scribbles
starts and ends nose to tail
maybe
marshmallow squidges syphoned through gossamer ether
missed mist of missing moments
nope how about colour
black and greys that shamble between each other
blushing pinks with lips of rogue rouges
Golden slips that shimmer with simpering sympathies
Blacks of oil slick sins and surrenders
yells of yellows bloated blues
kinda missed again
no shapes no sides
no hues to tag its worth
easier to describe the blessings of the wind
the dribble on the chin
tell the end of the begin
holding tear upon the eyelid
sometime shown others hid
when pain begins to turn
the abyss beauty viewed from within
feverishly cold
intensively simple
intimately confused
the touch that must be felt
braces with a belt
insanity making reality melt
love is what
A surreal vision
dreamlike and bizarre.
I felt as if I were in the throes
of a turbulent blazing blizzard,
a throbbing pulsating migraine
almost static in fermentation.
It gnawed intensively at my innards,
atrocious labor pains.
She put a small wet warm towel
Right on my forehead.
Then relief.
A calming of the spirit,
ethereal, soft, relaxing.
A vision of vastness
dotted by languid lakes,
rippling rivulets,
autumn-colored trees,
eternal waterfalls,
and myriads of emigrating geese.
I slept, feeling you besides me,
warm, homely, and satisfying.
Precisely why I loved you.
22 April 2021
Placed 1
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Sleep
roaming
night voyage
submerged for hours
pursuing realms gate, where trails greet deceased
dreamers, souls, gather at nirvana's bench
intensively
awaiting
in deep
sleep
13 years to make sense of it, intensively hit, lost jobs lost friendship, what happened to nick? A mystery turned my life to misery no one understanding me as they had the upper hand on me no one behind free fall fall free situations I now see connect dots picture haunts but at least it visually flaunts short straws endured through balls still lost it all confusion yet subconsciously I refused for the reasons now understood as clues in memories mend me mentally I understand the cry what made me rally seems extreme but if you don’t believe me leave I don’t care how I’m received didn’t believe me then don’t believe me now this ain’t for you I’m working it out, realise what cause me fall down say stop dwelling on the past but I did saw memories with lessons to grasp can now answer questions asked back then it all went fast I understand now at last, I learnt I need to believe in myself when all doubt me when I’m down and doubting my opinion the one to set me free, I’ll never care of you don’t listen to me I always act on what I see 13 years I can start now, a new me
I disagree that laughter is the best medicine.
I got a hernia from laughing and was in constant pain,
and every time I'd laugh thereafter, the pain returned intensively again.
I've since had corrective surgery, but laughing is not the same.
I'm afraid that I'll rupture my corrective surgery if I start laughing again,
and be back in that world of chronic pain,
that will only intensify when I again start laughing.
Ladies congest my small town
But women are loudly scarce
Woman personally nurtures family
Lady hires maids to injure family
Woman’s heart dwells in the family
Lady’s heart dwells in the purse
Woman loves populating the village
Lady loves hiding them in private bags
Woman is kind-hearted and loving
Lady is miser-hearted and loathsome
Woman cares for husband intensively
Lady cares of her body intensively
Woman loves people and dies for them
Lady loves wealth and dies for them
I'm part of your world of Strangers,
Intensively,our focus are metered,
Over the hilly regions,we keep flopping from discovery,
The discovery is about our self realisations,
"Who are you?"
I won't answer you rightly when I'm demanded of my being,
Maybe because we're humans,time can design a new key,
Come closer to me,
Want to feel your nice shown grin,
Fetch a cup of water from your fresh and standardised reen,
They feel shy to ask from the Queen,
On certain areas,...we'll soon know ourselves,
Black nation for white races...,the music brought help,
Look at me from your bossy counter,
Gracefully,I'm giving you a dose of laughter,
"Sorry...sorry,didn't know you're such hilarious",
She said to that champion,
Sensations gave birth to friedship upon soft iron,
We've got to commune as posterior,
She now know my name,
I have now identified her outside rame,
I'm no more a stranger in her lane.
Since conviction had come to solidify your sight in the midnight rain.
Of Lisa
My mind it melded perfectly,
a half hour difference birthday see,
our eyes did lock intensively,
my soul within me shook.
And shuddered is it thee?
My soul-mate of the book?
and I was swimming hooked,
entranced each word partook,
as it was spoken, we?
Lost in the depths of she,
two souls the lovers look,
lost in her eyes was me,
do soul-mates swim till hooked?
Or wait for eternity,
check-mated history?
Chook,
does the wood-axe wait for thee:}
Don Johnson
My future looked bleak
I was extremely weak
Riddled with cancer, my spirit was giving up
Until a friend came to visit me and told me literally to 'shut up'
Chemotherapy had made me worse
It was not a medicine but a curse
My friend cared for me for days on end
Wrote e-mails to every cancer Specialist she could send
One replied, he was eager to help
I let out a half hearted yelp
He studied my case intensively
There was a cure to be cancer free
It was expensive as to be expected
But he too had once been infected
He understood my pain
Refused to use it to his gain
He paid for my surgery
Even for my recovery
Today, I am a healthy man
Now, I too make it a point to help everybody that I can!
You are absolutely amazing, your presence alone, the joy it brings...
Just to gaze upon your face & stare suductively into your eyes
Has undoubtedly made me realize
My ultimate goal is to intensively try to reach your soul
For I want us to connect in such a way
In which the passion shared between us is as incorruptible gold
One to another to please and closely hold
To uplift in spirit,to shape, and mold
What I feel for you as of now im completely unsure
As to how true or pure...
If our friendship was to encountered a situation such as Cancer
Could our intimiate bond have the answer or could our unfailing dedication produce a cure
I often times wonder what exactly condition is ur heart in
Im knocking daddy, let me in
Allow me to be The sun in your sky
Im far from perfect but for you I will try
My absolute best to
Satisfy you
Beth got up, breakfast she ate,
Then cleaned her room.
She had to hurry,
Had to take sheep out, way before noon.
Beth finally was able to take her sheep
Out to the meadow to eat.
She stood around watching,
Then decided to take a seat.
She got to relaxed
Had fallen asleep
Beth woke up and said,
"Oh,no! Where is my sheep?"
"They are all gone and bet Mr. Wolf
Stole them, for he's a creep."
Beth called each by name,
Got worried, walked even faster.
She didn't even pay attention,
To anything that had passed her.
Beth decided to climb the hill
To get a better view.
Took her binoculars to see,
If they fell over the cliff, too.
She listened intensively,
Thought she could hear,
Sounds of the sheep,
If they were very near.
One by one, the sheep finally came
Out from a patch of brushes, she could see.
She was so happy and went
To hug all three.
She felt bad because she had accused
Mr. Wolf of talking them, too.
Needed to next time, make sure first,
If she really had no clue.
She took them home, put them in there pen.
Would have to take then back tomorrow, once again.
© Melanie . All rights reserved, a day ago
Tonight we play our favorite duet
to an audience of celestial stars.
Variations over years; a song we never forget,
stroking familiar notes within each bar.
Andante: pianissimo: slow caresses as whispers,
giving attention to those sensitive keys.
Each to the other, a part we deliver;
Entwined we perform with such ease.
Allegro: increasing our synchronized tempo
as our chorus delightfully sings through.
Vibrating heartstrings deeply now flow;
enjoying our art as if new.
Vivo! As the beat of two hearts now race.
Crescendo! Intensively, climax is reached.
Pausing in arc at this euphoric place;
echos in afterglow; encores in dreams.
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