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Mellifluous Sky (Primal Poetry)

Out of darkness you fall
Land on weeping limbs
Wash over my spirit
Mind-tap sweetness

Erratic like the wind
Summer breeze evocative
Pleasant delights
Your voice amplified

Soothing repose
Your sadness summonses
“Join me”
Essence lifted

Clean and pure
Needles dripping euphoria
Who are you?
The kingdom of consciousness?

Everywhere, so becoming
I am in your demesne
Joining a melancholy
Bonding with your nature

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The Quintessential Homecoming (June Contest)

BASHO'S FAMOUS HAIKU

ancient pond --
the frog jumps in
sound of the water

my poem inspired by Basho's:

THE QUINTESSENTIAL HOMECOMING

The sound of
A raindrop in water
Like finding kind
The quintessential homecoming story

It is the “fwooop!” of friendship
The serenade
That starts with surface tension
And ends in equal
Immersion

It doesn’t have the hubris
Of a fish’s splash
The royal rumble
Of a river over rocks
Or the whisper of a walrus
Underwater

Mom’s Smiles (COMPOSED BY Lovedly) Inspiration JUNE Contest
Very sentimental poetry
I recall my mom’s last eyes
no tears
Smiles as she passed by
tears did not then come into my eyes I too smiled
Then it rained all day and night
mom’s smiles went away
now I thirst for those looks till today
as she passed away

it rains till today
nearly five decades away
she still smiles daily at me
I my mom can see
smiling with me

Your Perfect Pitch

Like a 1970’s Marvin Gaye sample
Your life has been
Such a powerful example
Of what dedication and melody
A refrain like “Mercy Mercy Me”
Can roll
And rock
Like a sea of sound waves
With your lifeboat of smiles
Your scent of aftershave
I’ve seen in you
Two super powers meet
‘Design’ and ‘desire’
Like friends in the street
Nod and take each other’s hand
Strike a deal and start a band
The best I can do is make a remix
With my own education
Faith and politics

chance (June inspire contest)

WHO SAY'S BY TARAA.

Do we not have same head?
Same soul, heart,mind,and body
Do we not feel as you feel?
Do we not feel same pain as you feel?
When your woman is behold by another man

Do we not have same blood?
Running through our veins
Do we not feel the same agony?
When a woman watched her man
with another woman

The Raven Returns

The Raven
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

RIVER WITH NO NAME

There is a boulder which divides a river
which I first saw when in my teens
way in the mountains where hemlocks shiver.
The water rushed in white and greens.

Every year or so I'd go fish there.
Sometimes a fish held in the slack.
Sometimes the eddy was cold and bare.
The smell of freedom always brought me back.

My wand would wave, the line would whisper
the feather'ed lure carried by line's weight.
Over time my delivery grew crisper
luring a few trout to their fate.

Discover

Shelter Lies Dormant

beat from their heat of the street
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning plough
where to go firm & complete
structured...complete...their machine in works,
call out your father take claim to your mother
discover from up yonder...

suffer in silernce
suffer from its quaint silence
burden with a fly...
close their closet door

Zyzzyva

could it be a testicle
like cotton buds
from the penis flower

a witched river
under dark clouds
of brooms that don't fly anymore
maybe in need of an upgrade

perhaps a spell of weaponized winds
with insinuated floating ghouls
shaking their lopsided claws
under blood orchards
and diagrams of grief
as they follow their noses
looking for pussy

TROUBLE IN PARADISE (May Contest)

WE DON'T REMEMBER BIRTH , WE WON'T REMEMBER DEATH by Christopher Porter.

The futility of life,
the inevitability of death.

Why breath in,
for your dying breathe?

TROUBLE IN PARADISE

Listen to the waves as the oceans clap,
Peace in piece pleased apiece at least appeased,
Yond tolling bell command sweet heaven's call,
Your fight on earth at last in glory done.

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