Liquid Heart

 

 ##skylover wordlist - Alchemy , implacable , knight , aqua , mask , aloof , almond , nocturnal , landscape , sting.

 

 

These nocturnal mornings..

A product of virus induced,

Unstable raging routines

Sting me just a bit more when

It dawns upon me that,

 

My knight in shining whatever

Will find it just a bit more impossible

To track me down.

My face covered with equal measures

Aloofness & N97 masks.

 

My implacable heart demands

An alchemy of sorts

Or atleast a reverse osmosis

Of this aquatic almond

In the centre of my chest,

 

To leak the leanings of my liquid heart

Unto the larger landscape

And hope love finds me

Before it is a bit too late.

 

I thank Kerry for her monthly word list. That really inspired me and I ended up incorporating all the words to make one poem. 

Helen Killer

The muscular night

As lover of all things random  I must say that I had too much fun playing this :D Hope this makes some sort of the sense lol

What I got :

fit  job live skinny problem

chubby life slink short student

fit night undulate unkempt place

flabby night feel muscular problem

glamorous home undulate unsightly question


What I made :                               

                                                          The Muscular Night

By a Fitting job, lives a skinny problem..
A chubby student slinks by a short life..
A fitting night undulating over an unkempt place.
The flabby problems feeling the muscular night
The unsightly questions undulate into a glamorous home!

To know more about this challenge go here 

Pia Pia

Writing to the tunes of a tamil kuthu song! 

Unleash the pyaar 

When the chest is too tight 

and future not too bright 

why so morose 

when you can write a killer prose

Get in the groove lady 

and do a bam chika bam bam 

dreams can be lost and won 

firstly you need to run 

Smile at the sun

we don't need another nun 

actually we do 

Amen! 

But first go 

nanananana

yah yoo

yipee 

whooo 

MEEE

Found a judgement I was searching for all day , so decided to unleash some silliness :P  

An ode to the good night

The night gave me his shirt

And solace and comfort

I could stare at his face

All night long

And expose my secrets how

He gifted me solace

From mundane encumbrances

For most part exacerbated by

That cantankerous bitch known as day.

Her piercing eyes

Questioning everything

Intent on making me sweat

You cannot excise the truth mom

Just ask nicely maybe?

Why do you like him more you ask

I can walk his streets

Dark it maybe

Safe to brandish out my scattered self  

And lick the ice cream off my hand

Streets sparse with kindred spirits

Silent whispers

Ready to let me in

On their simmering secrets

Once the sunlight sets in

The clocks get reset

The same souls turn back into harsh humans &

Atone for yesterday’s falter

With my back broken

I limp through the day

And surrender to my dear father

He puts on his twinkling smile

Reserved only for these special nights

And snuggles his daughter

The travails of the day seem far away

If only for these few hours.

"in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems" took this Toad's prompt to heart and the results are for yours to see. 

Alphabet Song

Image from the internet

We’re all at the Anonymous Café

Basking in each other’s misery

Cotton over our bleeding hearts

Defying Death and all her friends

Ever ready to give it another go

Fossiled memories motivating rather than defeating

Grape sized heart can carry

Such humongous weight

Ignominious defeats

Justifying its strength

Kudos to us all for still trying hard.

Lavish meals and meringue pies

Can only take you so far

Novice Romantics chuckle at us silently

Our orchestra of sadness drown them quiet easily.

Be proud of all the battle scars

Queer we are not for choosing this

Rocky path

Songs getting written by of us at this very moment

Taste of victory after testing times is the best after all.

Right? 

So the Toads had an interesting prompt where you take a letter-word and run with it. I ran with the letters from A-T then ignored UVWXYZ because I already made my point. 

She sang to me

From the internet 

A child of the city

The nature never sang to me

Neither did I ever listen to her

Eardrums drowned by noise

Cannot really fish for nuances you see

Then one rainy Sunday afternoon

The trees and the clouds and the concrete and the tarmac

Colluded successfully and concocted a seductive symphony

A consciousness stripped off all complications

Wanting to rewind and live it all over again.

Inspired by the prompt ' uncomplicated things' by Leonard Cohen's Moon. Thank you Toads for such a great prompt. You can find other takes on the topic here