5 Poems for the West Coast Eisteddfod Online Poetry Competition

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1.  'I Am the Poet'

I am the poet

I can shatter the moon

Obliterate the sun

Flatten out earth’s curvature

Ask annoying personal questions

I am the poet

Make the maidens swoon

                                                                Electrify the soldier to the edge of desertion

Bring the old man’s features, hair and chin, back to its magnificence

Create rhymes; make the child giggle

I am the poet

Curse arrogance, warn of usurped power

                                                                                Castigate injustice, vilify, demean Ask for reprieve, release the incarcerated, the innocent

I dig back into the secrets of my childhood

I am the poet

Fill my chest like Croesus with treasure

                                                                Want to slay my enemies with venom

                                Give comfort to the grieving

Implore the heavens to spread truth and purity

I am the poet

Court the golden-haired, dark-haired

                                                                                                Spin disarming rhymes

                                Triumph when love turns wild and passionate

And melt when cooing lovers entwine

I am the poet

Protector of the meek and poor

                                                                                                Alarm, uncover injustice

                                Spit fire when bribes and dark influence corrupts

Insidious egotist, critic of society’s ills

I am the poet

My words like leaves wilt

                My prose  drowned out by engines

                                My philosophic warnings go unheard,

My words unread, could be influential

I am the poet

Live, lust, love

                                                                                                Reach into the ugly crevices

                                Bluntly expose injustice

Cross chasm and invade the interior

I am the poet

Starved and mocked                                                     

                                                                                The world of materialism                                                              And modernity will break

Mock things, yet praise wisdom

I am the poet

Aspire to pure perfection

                                                                                Adore the earth, extol greatness

                                But rebuke foul inhabitants

Buttress of truth my shining light

I am the poet

Demand punishment of the wicked,

                                                                                Proclaim justice in an unjust world

                                Prophesize that good will beget good

Expose myself for destruction  

2.  'A Touch of Love' 

In rapture with her silhouette

My single focus

Is to please my love

Immerse myself, my being

Cater and comfort

On hands and knees

Wrap mind and body

Around this darling creature

           

So special, precious, golden  

We recline, an intense desire

To capture all of you

Heart burning so afire

               

Eyes meet in adoration

While luscious lips and tongue explore

With teasing hands and more

Voracious with desire we feel

           

Stretch, cuddle, so intense-- wonder, is it real?

Consumed, involved, sometimes a bit awkward

Keep the momentum, as heart and brain pound

This whole sex game festers, compulsive

Timeless, totally absorbing

Two bodies cling, and heave and bend

So both entwined, deep, pounding  rhythm

In unison, as if to shape new generations

The single focus of the moment stretched

             

And if repeated with the same partner

Each encounter, a rich treat

Awakens and moves and consumes all senses

Experimental, flesh on flesh

             

Some say it is a touch of love

Enviable closeness

Stupendous feeling of belonging

Out there is a grotesque world

Here, for a moment, euphoria

3.  'Justice Died'

My town! Ten miles away                                              

Wings of justice are

Tested in foul wind

The jury rancor guilty

Debate, simmer

Weighty trial biased, one-sided

The judge is slightly prejudiced

D.A. like a vulture

Defense ill prepared                                                 

                And much derided

Verdict: Guilty

Victim of the fury of the times

Society focused many crimes on him

Scapegoat, make him  an example

Human unknown factor erred

The lengthy punishment seems unjust

                               No recompense

                                                                The cost is not only dollars

But  a life behind bars

                                                What a waste!

                  Caged like a bird

All facts of his defense

                  Were never heard

Felon foiled by his own folly

Guilty! Guilty! They decide

That day justice and court’s fairness died

                With luck and time a new appeal

                                                The question stands:

“Did he truly commit the crime?”

 

4.  'Donate Organs'

Shall I donate my organs

So another human can see through my eyes?

Kidneys pump,

Liver, gets rid of toxins and God knows what

My heart in someone else’s body

My feelings once connected to my brain

Was that destined?

I feel a need to preserve

What kind of person is the receiver?

I will never know

How generous will I be

In another body?

Let’s hope the gun

Never fires again

Besides, I’ll have an unfinished obituary

5.  'Camouflage'

Much of my life is camouflage

in secret – isolated cocoon

Deep contemplation

Self-deluding?

Protected by a fluid of silence

Some old treasure to painful to share

Too scared, ashamed to reveal

Like a liar boxed in his own lie

Too uncertain, lest I be exposed

Please respect me for what I am

Soon I will be born

Share your feeling,

Share your passion and pain

Laugh, cry, wonder

Until my first cry

Wait for my time

It will soon come