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
