fingers pluck strings soft he sings of the things to come bass notes hum low with drumming sound his queen crowned by profound love rhyme in waltz-time with sublime soft voice that his choice may rejoice, her knight croons of night tryst by light of moon they will soon be in tune, as one.This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Climbing Rhyme", and won the Gold Trophy
Inert gases tout tawdry titillations Illuminate paved paths to hellish haunts Bad intentions in sin soaked stagnant pond Lurid invitations dazzle - guzzle, gamble drink, debauch... illicit felicity, fun and frolic unfurled in neon netherworld ~~~ Disenchanted denizen forges Ford forward - final glance at pallid promises - - Gomorrah still glows gaudy Firefly flits, points pathway to reality, to civilized enlightenment In rear-view mirror Babylon burnishes fainter, ever fainter Along with it's delusive dreams ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Errant Panther's Race - Round 3"
Pressing onward through unbreathable crystallized air - feeling in most limbs long disappeared Lower digits blackened, inside thick snowboots - gangrenous concerns pushed to back of numbed consciousness Team-spirit the driving force - the team unfortunately reduced by one - interred in icy grave with scant frost-hurried ceremony Ultimate destination still several hundred miles away but driven, like this frozen, solid air, forced by Arctic winds into reluctant, pneumonic lungs, they trudge northward Thoughts of home - wives, children, parents, friends - pushed to backs of tired, demented minds focused on the quest to forge claim to a barren wilderness - for a country and a world who could not care less.. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Moraine and Poganip", and won the Gold Trophy for first prize www.pjmurphypoems.blogspot.com
fondly imagining it gave him an attitude; a mark of maturity placing him apart from those kids he'd outgrown; he stroked it meditatively, imagined how the girls would be impressed at it's splendour. lost in lascivious thought, oblivious to the knob turning on the bathroom door started at his brother's sardonic voice - "what's with the bum-fluff ... dork?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Face Down"
There is an angel balanced on my toe my leg is taut and aches so much. But I cannot ask her just to go. I do wish she might be just a little bolder - after all it's not such a long distance flight to reach my shoulder. Beside my ear, such a handy spot to make the purpose of her visit clear. And it's pretty much where you'd expect her to perch if only to be circumspect. She'd also be a lot less prone to topple if one suddenly were to lurch . As well one might. It's not that it is such a very common sight - an Angel perched on one's lower digit. Giving rise to this strange and sudden urge to fidget. Oh, at last, she's moving, now perhaps I can ask about my present, and my past .. and what's ahead Oh God... I'm dead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was written for an Allpoetry Contest "Angel Balanced on my Toe"
In endless shadow between the Caucasus and the Black Sea are we, Brem and Bolg Gimirri, royalty. Conquerors of Lydia, of mighty Phrygia and it's Golden King, we ride tirelessly under obsidian sky Our ebon steeds from Hades fires freed with raven feathers plumed. No need have we for Helios' ray In doleful day and pitchblack night we wage our wars and rule, where onyx masters gold.Note: This was a contest entry in an AllPoetry contest, theme was "Cimmerian Night"
