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Portrait of you

There is no mistaking you,

Standing poised by the jeep, surrounded by fractured light

as the sun bounces off metal and glass,

Your head thrown back, emitting sounds, that I cannot hear,

Although I am imagining, the infectious

booming laughter, rolling from your lips.

As I move closer, you shift, showing

a chistled profile, under the blue baseball cap,

The chunky solidity of your form in shorts and blue shirt,

legs planted apart the golfers stance even at ease.

I walk quietly towards you, but some sixth sense,

Causes you to turn,and I am caught

mesmerised. By the brightness if your gaze,

Those glorious grey eyes flecked with gold

Dominant your tanned face. Drawing me into your world,

I see the colours, the colours of the African day,

Reflected in the honey toned clarity of your skin,

The vividness of your eyes, the silver of the

stubble glinting on your chin, the crows feet

wrinkles, mirroring the drought parched land.

Firm lips. Corners kinked into the hint of a smile,

Open, to speak words in accentless English,

Always a suprise given your antecedents,

There is a hint of croaky gravelliness in your diction,

Some harshness evident, registering impatience.

You turn back, then lope off with long strides, lithe as a big cat,

Your controlled movements, denote a man of action,

How can you be defined?

Your charm, friends, words, the books you read, the inner man?

Your impatience, impetuousness.

All set upon a background of the African sky.

Winner of the Jeffrey’s Sonnet Challenge

Have you tried a Jeffrey’s sonnet?

The weekend challenge on the Facebook group Rising Moon Poetry was to write one.

Here is the winning entry

REVENGE (Jeffreys Sonnet)

His perfidy, did not make sense

He had not any good defense

Would she forgive? Now, on his knees

A woman knows when all’s been said

Not all prevails, some feelings dead

And yet, his groveling – does please!

Though, she agrees yet, on a whim

She’ll not forget, forgive – not him

The bed he’s made, not fit to lie

Stirred deep within her bitter soul

A rage that she’ll not ne’er control

It seems someone might have to die!

He might could cry, to live – his goal

He’ll pay the toll, and even lie

Oh, he’ll not e’er forget this night

Betrayal won’t sit well despite

Attempts to reconcile the wrong

The laugh inside as she strikes out

Will leave no room for him to doubt

This err wont fade, ‘twill carry on

And he alone, beneath the skies

So vulnerable and none-the-wise

Iniquity did not serve well

Perhaps he should pick up and run

The malice through the air’s been spun

His pardon begged did surely fail

She’s cast her spell – he just should go

But, he’ll not know – nor – ever tell!

© 2018 RubyPond All rights reserved

https://www.rubypondallthatiswriterly.com/

Anticipation

Anticipation

Starting a new chapter

Anticipation

New period of rapture

Anticipation

Tick all the boxes

Anticipation

Expecting lots of validation

Throw out procrastination

Anticipation

Putting aside old wrongs

Clean sheet being strong

Anticipation

Damp down expectations

Anticipation

Waiting for adventure, to hatch

Anticipation

© Samantha Beardon

Infused

Infused

Standing close

I drink the view

I trace your mouth

The essence of you

I gaze in your eyes

Drown in their pools

My emotions stretched

Sexuality infused

Your hot breath

Grazes my cheek

I take a step closer

Feel so weak

Your heartbeat

Meshes with mine

Safe in your arms

In our special time.

Samantha Beardon ©

Desert Island

Clouds are building and tinted opalescent

The sky is pinky golden orange bathed

The sun drops from the sky into the sea

As it hangs it radiates a light stripe

Across the coloured water a path

I stand on the darkening sand awe struck

Should I tread that path or sit by the boat

I listen to the gentle lap of waves

Pebbles rattling as they are disturbed

Perpetual motion the sea progresses

I sit resting my back against the boat

It still feels warm a comfort an anchor

A solo palm tree my companion

Sharing the vista the tranquility

I jump at an intrusive noise a beep

Reluctantly I open my eyes

I stretch and look at an office desk

Piled high with files pens and paperwork

Relaxation over I tackle work

The wheeze effect

They heard a cracked wheezing and scraping

as she practiced her chords on the violin

Slow speed amplified the noises and screeches

The wipers wheezed as they tried to shift

The snow from the windscreen as it fell

In increasing amounts clogging the mechanism

She had an idea a fun plan

It would cause some havoc

But her friends would get the gag….wheeze

Drawing breath was hard

Between every phrase the lungs wheezed

Like broken bellows

Every laboured breath caused

The musical sounds of the

Expiratory Wheeze

Samantha Beardon ©

A Three-Pointer

unbolt me

Do you know how to tell a good poem from a bad one? It’s easy. I can teach you.

Just crumple up a sheet of paper and throw it into the bin in the far corner. The bad poem never reaches it. It will always drop somewhere halfway, rebounding off the rim then rolling beneath your sofa. Argh! And there you go, swearing, to pick it up and toss it in from a little closer.

But the good poem always makes it. Hell… now you’re groaning and you have to go over to the bin to retrieve it. But, did you know… you can choose to forget it instead. Just leave it in the bin. Don’t worry. The really good poem will never leave your head. I should know. I’ve checked.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2016

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Winner of the weekend challenge on Rising Moon Poetry.

For the weekend free verse poetry challenge

My Sailboat

Sometimes I like to get away from it all

Having alone time, I just have a ball

On weekends, good memories I make

To have fun, just being on the lake.

It’s so peaceful, my sail catching all the breeze

As I watch the wind, flowing through the trees

I listen to the waves, crashing all around

So beautiful is nature, so sweet the sound.

Sometimes I like to take her nice and slow

Coasting the current, watching the water flow

Then there’s other times, no warnings I heed

As I tell everyone, she’s more fun at top speed.

The time of my life, I’m living the dream

My little piece of Heaven it seems

Here in the waters, I’m having a blast

Such great times, that ends too fast.

Out here in my sailboat, is my happy place

It’s where you’ll see me with a smiling face

I will always end up, with a happy story

For I’m sailing away, free from my worries.

© Jeff Anthony 2018

Life confounds

What is it with life

it has ups and downs

pleasure , pain, joy

and heartbreak

do the rounds

Would that our lives

could, just be pleasure

No pain or woe

for us to measure.

Why is it, things

go so wrong

bad things happen

regardless just be strong

How do I deal

with the days

that are black

when the roof

caves in

the cheque

bounces back

I have to dig deep

in my reserve

in my internal resevoir

my beliefs must serve

What is it with life

it has ups and downs

pleasure, pain, joy

and heartbreak

life can confound

Samantha Beardon ©

World poetry Day entries from the Rising moon poetry group. Facebook.

#worldpoetryday

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The seed was planted long ago

In the pit of despair

That forms my stomach

Sending out acid tendrils

That snake around my trachea

And squeeze the breath

From my inflated lungs

That invade the neurons

Within my brain

Short-circuiting each connection

Each attempt to overcome

Or circumvent

The rising fear

What can I do for now

Except to hold on

For the heaving, bucking ride

It will take me on

And hope that some day

One day

I will learn what it means

To be alive

And not just to live

Within the cage formed

From panic gone astray

(c) 2018 Miriam Ruff

Luna

Someone told me

We all belong to the universe

We have to choose

To be a Stars or Planets

You say, you want to be a Star

You want to be surounded by Planets

You say, I too should be a Star

And I to should be as an equal

Or, I should be a planet ….

But, I don’t want to be neither one

I want to be just Luna

Why? Do you ask…

I say. Do not to be a Star?

Eventually, the Stars burn out

In their own flames

Extinguishing into a Dwarf

And I am not a planet

To rotate around a Star,

You say, but Luna

Is small, and insignificant

For universe

You say, my soul will set in darkness,

You say, I will need a Star

To rise in perfect light at night

You say I will be seeking light

For my survival

To be at least a visible for once

I will be only hold of a Star

Reflection

To shine only during night.

You say I will depend

On shine of the Star

Maybe so…

But, I can dim a Star

By puting it into my shadow.

Creating something so extraordinary

For everyone….

Eclipse….

And after all… I will be loved by many

And forever…

A&R 2018 # worldpoetryday

#worldpoetryday

This is an extended metaphor about poetry

Word Fish

I read eyes screwed,mouthing silent words

Carp or goldfish out of the pond eyes glazed

Words shaken and spilled across the table

Not food yet for a stranded fish

My feeble movements push a pile of words into a line

Ideas like unbudded lily pads float beside me

I need a barrier on which to lever myself

Or a line with a hook to anchor my mind to yours

The need to dive deep drives me

Will you look at this rippling image

Feel the depth of my need to communicate

As I make a journey into ideas

Eyes, screwed, mouthing words I etch on paper .

Samantha Beardon©

THE BEAUTY OF POETRY

So stunning you are

Coming at a time as this

Bringing sheaves of hope

Hope that knits love and faith

You came to me when I was down

Lifted me with such soothing words

Words that heals my heart

My heart is now aglow of you

Now you’ve beautified my ugliness

Brought me close to greatness

Greatness with purpose

Purpose turn into prosperous posterity

I see you all time in my sleep

I’ll not let you slip

You gave me platform of nobility

Now revel I in such credibility

Credibility turn into creativity

Creativity is now dignity

How beautiful you are

To my path of allurement

Gracious you are

To my betterment

Today is here

Here to celebrate you

What a being you are!

You’ve given me you

You for a keep

And I’ll keep you

For tomorrow’s reap

#Happy World’s Poetry Day

David Njoku