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 |  A collection of miscellaneous poems. |
    Ashen Menagerie: A Poetry Journal     For some of my other poetry, please see the following items:
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"Invalid Item" 1ST PLACE PRIZE WINNER IN THE "NIGHT NIGHT" CONTEST -- MARCH, 2011 "Invalid Item" 1ST PLACE PRIZE WINNER IN "The Lair Contest (Mythical Creatures)" CONTEST -- JULY, 2014"Invalid Item"
"Invalid Item" HONORABLE MENTION IN "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" -- NOVEMBER, 20132013 QUILL AWARD FOR "BEST LONG FREE VERSE POEM" 2013 QUILL AWARD FOR "BEST DRAMA/EMOTIONAL/DARK" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item"
"Invalid Item" 1ST PLACE PRIZE WINNER IN "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" -- MARCH, 2014"The Golden Scroll" RECIPIENT -- APRIL, 2014"Invalid Item" 1ST PLACE PRIZE WINNER IN "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" -- DECEMBER, 20142013 QUILL HONORABLE MENTION FOR "BEST SPIRITUAL/INSPIRATIONAL" PUBLISHED IN 2014 Writing.Com Anthology "The Symphony of Life" "Serpent's Bargain" "Invalid Item"
"Invalid Item" PUBLISHED IN FROM THE DEPTHS "SHOW US YOUR COLORS" SPRING 2014 "Invalid Item" 1ST PLACE PRIZE WINNER IN "Shadows and Light Poetry Contest" -- NOVEMBER, 2014"Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" "Invalid Item" |
| She’s dying, this siren’s light snatches breaths of longing. She never knew how he cherished her soft skin, the hallowed holes she filled in his hardened heart. Tell her he might, but this night —a misery’s ghoul takes love by the throat and squeezes it bare of intentions. Expanding grief, the swell of anguish, bulging loss! NONONONONONONONONO —DON’T DIE ON ME! Her ghost floats like gaseous sorrow over twisted trees. She murmurs —“Where is he?” She chokes on pain —“He’s gone.” The gray sky pulls at her with its dreary net —“No, it’s me. There I am, bloody!” She’s fast fading like a smudgy smear, her consciousness spending itself like sand pouring through the nonchalant, living fingers of all those oblivious lovers who do not yet fathom the awful agony of losing love. Written exclusively for "Search for a WDC HeartThrob Poet " , 2020. |
| by Patrick A. Bernardy So few are we that speed away! The village clock remains at rest— our Earth does not advance a day to us, so few, who process time on gauges stark in endless gray. We see the void, no light escapes —whose joke was it to lure this prey into a web, a hopeless quest for why our god flings dice astray? __________________________  Written exclusively for "Invalid Item" with the random specifications:1. Magic 9* (Form) 2. Paradox** (Kink) 3. Science Fiction (Genre) *MAGIC 9 A nine-line poetry form with the rhyme scheme a b a c a d a b a. There is no proscription for meter. I have written this Magic 9 in iambic tetrameter. **PARADOX A paradox is a statement that contradicts itself and still seems true somehow. Everyday examples include, "Nobody goes to the restaurant because it's too crowded" or "I know that I know nothing." |
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