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Long poem by Cyndi MacMillan | Details |

TAIL SPIN, REVISED

This page shows my writing process and is part of Poetrysoup's first workshop.  The workshop's intent is to reveal how revision strengthens a poem. Constructive feedback can be a gift.  Should any journal editor provide suggestions to me, I'd eagerly listen.  This 'reveal' will be archived, may be used as a teaching tool for newer poets.  Thank you to all the workshop participants.  You really put your heart into this project.  


Clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop as if thick smoke fills

the corridor, a face peers through the window;
A pilot warns, we’re coming in rough.

Like that first ear piercing, eyes crammed shut;
Like Jamie Lee Curtis in the closet 

clutching a hanger, screaming to wake herself up. 
A memory of brakes failing on the highway,  

of an empty pantry, then getting that pink slip.
Too much, too much, panic takes hold,

a lockdown, a breakdown, a savage dog bite — 
when the cure was still a stab to the belly,
 
Like you just saying to me
I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.


Version Two, May 7, 2015


ROLLERCOASTER RIDE,

Clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop as if thick smoke 

chokes the corridor, a face cracks the window
or the pilot says, we’re coming in rough.

Refrains, this'll hurt me more than it hurts you;
Ma'am, three weeks til we get the results,

a long dreamed pregnancy, sudden bleeding,
mother in her coffin, ear to frigid wood.

Like razors in an apple,
like Jamie Lee Curtis in the closet 

clutching a hanger, screaming to wake herself up. 
A memory of brakes failing on the highway,  

of a skeletal pantry, of a bullet hole.
Too much, too much, panic takes hold,

a lockdown, a breakdown, a savage dog bite — 
when the cure was still a stab to the belly,
 
Like you just saying to me
I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.  





Version 3 -- tighter, more erratic, rapid fire.

TAIL SPIN

Clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop as if smoke 

chokes corridors, a face cracks the window,
the pilot yells, we’re coming in rough.

Remember, soap in the mouth,
Remember, you want somethin' to cry about.

An awaited pregnancy, sudden bleeding,
mother's coffin, ear to frigid wood.

Like razors in apples,
like Jamie Lee Curtis in a closet 

grappling that hanger, my parallel life,
brakes failing on the highway,  

skeletal pantry, new bullet holes.
too much, too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, dog bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
I’m not sure if I love you, anymore. 




Version 4

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face cracked the window,

the pilot's croak, 
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to frigid wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween,
a razor hid in my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
                I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.  

Revised:

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplifying 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

the pilot croaked, 
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
                I’m not sure if I love you, anymore.  

Revised 6

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplified 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

turbulence, warnings,
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
                I’m not sure if I love you anymore.  


Revised 7 -- I am happy with this one, finally... any more takers? LOL

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplified 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

turbulence, warnings,
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last, 
then suddenly bleeding.

Like one Halloween
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel in our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
 I’m not sure 

                    if I love you anymore.  

Revision 10 -- thank you EVERYONE

TAIL SPIN

Remember, soap in mouth,
I'll give you somethin' to cry about,

clammy palmed, heart amplified 
a heavy metal gallop,

as if smoke choked corridors, 
a face rattled the window,

turbulence, warnings,
we’re coming in rough,

Mother's coffin, 
ear to finished wood,

pregnant, at last
overjoyed — sudden blood.

Like one unforgettable night
a razor cored my apple,

shrapnel pricked our bedroom door,
too much, panic takes hold,

lockdown, breakdown, rabid bite — 
when the cure was a stab to the belly
 
like you just saying to me
 I’m not sure 

                      if I love you anymore.  


Long poem by Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |

KNOW THYSELF

Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                                                                       I stood,
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
                                                                   Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was: 
                                                                 Still wondering,
                                                                          Still inquiring,
                                                                               Still demanding.

I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
                                                                  Phenomena, 
While the true essence of things, evasive 
                                                           As ever,
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
                                                                  Perception, 

Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
                                                             Of Isis,
And disappointed with reason’s constant 
                                                            Failure,
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
                                                                   Asking aloud:

              Where are Thee, oh LORD?

For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!

I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them, 
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!

I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!

I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!

I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!


I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not! 

                           WHY?

Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord, 
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:

Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?


Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
                                                          I dared ask:

How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
                                                               The way

And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
                                                                    And said:

Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
                                                                     So great,
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be 
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:

Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me 

Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me

Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you 
To sense Me 

At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:

I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more

I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more

I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
                                  Just for a moment alone!

And BEHOLD:

I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul. 

Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their 
                                                                               Passages wide
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s 
                                                                               Dazzled eyes
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
                                                                   Thus making everything known.


And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
                                                                          In ecstasy exclaims:

Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
                                                      Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!

And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His 
                                                           Divine thought tenderly declared: 

No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!



                           © Demetrios Trifiatis
                               
 


Long poem by Allyssa Pate | Details |

My Hell

I fall down
deeper and deeper
into oblivion
nothing
only darkness.
the sounds of evil
dripping into my ears
slithering farther
and sliding down into me
filling me with echoes.
terror courses through
my veins
into each cell
turning them against
me
they are no longer mine
they follow another
a stronger being.
icy breezes come
they whisper to me
they say I'm bad
they call me to them
the breezes dance
hug me
covering me
hiding me from the light
shielding me from hope.
falling deeper
only down
my eyes are taunted
I see people
the ones I know
love
they are hurt
hurting
by me
I have betrayed them
left them
I am hurting them
it is me
but I can't stop.
my mind is plagued
sick
new thoughts
 every second
comes a new terror
a cruel joke
all a prank.
only deeper do I fall
light is disappearing
becoming dimmer
fading fast.
all a game
for one person
the puppeteer
the ringmaster
the man in the
mask
the one who is running the show
the show that is me.
he sees me falling
he laughs
I can't see him
but he is there
everywhere
teasing my brain
taunting my senses
he hates me
he wants to hurt me.
he throws it
the knife
I feel the pain
running up my leg
showing my bones
releasing my blood
it is blue
my blood is cold
it splatters my face
sprinkling my features
dotting them with blue
the blue liquid drips
jumping onto my tongue
I taste dirt
my blood is dirt
blue is all I see
blue is all I become
I am blue
blue is me.
a distant shout
who is it?
a cry for help
surely
the sound is mangled
twisted
young
desperate
hopeless
mine
the sound is mine
I shut my mouth
but I still hear it
chilling my blue blood
ringing in my ears
shaking my breathing
jump-starting my heart
then it's over
the scream has ceased
and silence returns
sounding more deadly than ever before.
still falling
only black do I see
the evil
the monsters' playground
the demons' joyride
and someone is hungry
it wants me
my innocence
my purity
it wants to take it
it feeds on people
people like me.
weightlessness
objects hitting me
ghosts' fingers prodding me
as I fall
I fall down
down into this never-ending hole
this abyss
for eternity
restless
empty
yet full
filled with misery
my worst fears
come back
how did he know?
he knows I'm afraid
the darkness
doesn't help me see
I can't see why
how does he do this?
they cut me again
spilling my blood
oh, the blue
I don't even feel it
I am numb
the sound of me
my skin
being sliced
a quick slashing
and they are done
I am cut
my legs
my arms
my stomach
my face
my neck
I can't see my blood
but I can see how evil it must look.
the thoughts that fell
fell down with me
they too
are damned
they talk to me
they tell me what they see
they can see
blue
yes blue
my cold blood
it is everywhere
I am pale
white
I look sick they say
oh, no
they say
oh, no
they see the bottom
be ready
they say
be ready.
I fall faster still
slowing for nothing
for no one
being pulled down
the puppeteer has me
he's got my string
and he's pulling
with no sign of letting go.
now I hear a song
they all sing it
the notes are cruel
unforgiving
they bump into the others
struggling to be heard
with no set order
it is musical chaos
he yells to me
it is beautiful
and he sings along to his song
it's made for me
musical notes are played
they come up to me
they greet me
they jump
right into my cuts
surging into my blood
they search inside me
no mercy
moving faster
the drum
keeping them steady
pounds faster
picking up tempo
searching
searching
until
they found it
they found
my heart
my soul
the music does the talking
it says to hush
hush now
slow down
my heart listens
and I get sleepy
just stop
they say
just stop
the music is evil
played by the man
the man in the mask
my brains sends
a message
one final request
it says to my heart
speed up
it says
speed up, can't you see?
she is dying
it says
you must speed up!
I still fall
with no way up
letting go of hope
why dream?
dreaming of being saved
when I already know
I'll only be dropped.
I smell
something burnt
burning
oh, no
I know what
that smell
it is flesh
not mine
surely
but belongs to someone else
someone close
they too
they smell of dirt
sinners burning
dead
they are nothing to me
they are the stench
in my nose
nothing more
the smell overcomes all
all the other senses
until it becomes me
and I burn too.
even in the dark
the black
I see something
darker
blacker than black
they are shadows
they mock me
they play
they sing
they dance
they laugh
I fill with evil
hatred
a longing to hurt
hurt the ones behind it all
then
without warning
I hear him
laughing
my pain
is his pleasure
oh so dark
it's over
I'm at the bottom
laying on the cold ground
in a small ball
too weak to stand
in a pool
of dark blue blood
I hold myself tight
I can't trust
these creatures
these beasts.
he likes my weakness
he tells me I am small
I am ugly
I am worthless
I am nothing
he laughs when I cry
I thought that
maybe
just maybe
it would be better
down here
instead of up there.
it's not.
hell is not a game.
death is not an
easy way out.
do not try to visit me.
do not try to rescue me.
for I am more lost
than I hope you will
ever be.
now that I am
at my fate
at the entrance to hell
at the bottom of this grave
of my eternity
and if I am truly
here forever,
I'll have plenty of time
to ask myself
why did I jump?


Long poem by Ian Howard | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/phobias_440195' st_title='Phobia's'>

Phobia's

     Phobias
	A Bluto is not that Disney dog
	It was when a mewling 
	that I would scream 
	Should they wet my body
	And then apply cream
	
	Ablutophobia – fear of bathing, washing, or cleaning
	
	Achluo the demon that lurks
	In darkened corners
	The long toothed life suckers realm
	I am scared as the sun dims
	It seems to bare my soul
	
	Achluophobia – fear of darkness
	Acro what did they do 
	They called me acrobat 
	This will not do
	I get giddy standing on a matchbox
	Please get a net to see me through
	Acrophobia – fear of heights

	
	Agora just shut that door 
	I am staying here forever more
	Bring me food put it on the floor
	The letter box is just for you
	Don’t, Don’t,  try to get through
	
	Agoraphobia,  Fear of open spaces or of being in public places. Fear of leaving a                    safe place
	Agrap stole my feelings 
	He caught me unaware
	I am now afraid of sex 
	don’t ask me anymore
	It frightens me that’s for sure
	
	Agraphobia – fear of sexual abuse

	Agrizoo an angry gorilla I knew
	Wild as hell was kept in a cell
	As all his kind, even a timid Hind
	They scare the crap out of me
	Please let them run free

	Agrizoophobia – fear of wild animals

	A gyro is just what I need
	I will fit it to my trusty stead
	He will fly straight across that band
	A tarmac nasty throughout the land
	I cannot face the walk you see
	Agyrophobia –fear of crossing the road

	Aichmohe got in a hell of a fight
	They killed him with a pointed knife
	It will come for me just you see
	I cannot even mend his cloth
	Won’t  touch a needle at any cost
	
	Aichmophobia – fear of sharp or pointed objects (such as a needle or knife)
	

	Ailuro he lived next door 
	The bastard sits on the fence
	To me he snarls not a purr
	A Persian he is supposed to be
	Frightens the *****out of me
	
	Ailurophobia – fear of cats
	
	Algo, Away, I am pain free
	This morphine is the best
	First day of pain free rest
	Been told that it will return
	Got some gas, peace I yearn
	
	
	Algophobia - fear of pain

	Andro I’d rather be               (android)
	I am metal and plastic you see
	Electric person not man or woman
	That would be so sad
	If just a man I would go mad

	Androphobia – fear of men

	Antho the pologist got the plan
	He put concrete throughout the land.
	Not one shrub or flower seen
	Not one blade of grass green
	A flower would make me scream

	Anthophobia – fear of flowers


	Anthropo was a lonely man
	Wouldn’t mix with others so
	He lived in a cave, well just a hole
	You would see his eyes peeping out
	A shaking frame if people were about
	
	Anthropophobia – fear of people or the company of people, a form of social phobia.

	Aqua marine or even the wet stuff
	Is enough to drive me mad
	I stay in when there is rain
	Just wait for the sun to shine again
	A damp tissue that’s quite enough

	Aquaphobia – fear of water. Distinct from Hydrophobia, a scientific property that makes chemicals averse to interaction with water, as well as an archaic name for rabies

	Arach no, and know the score
	Those creepy creatures on the wall
	Send shivers up and down my spine
	Six legs and venom to drive you mad
	I am running already it is sad.

	Arachnophobia – fear of spiders


	Astra my name you would think of the stars
	My gaze goes up but not that far
	To the first cloud there in the sky
	If it’s the shape of an anvil I will fly 
	Fear grips me and I don’t know why
	
	Astraphobia – fear of thunder and lightning
	Atychi that was about the size of me
	The others would just make fun
	I was no good to anyone
	A failure of the first degree
	Nothing my goal, was all I could see
	
	Atychiphobia – fear of failure

	Auto matic I will seek people out
	To touch to play as long as they are near
	Don’t leave me in this place alone 
        A singularity is my biggest fear
	I will hold anyone you see I care

	Autophobia – fear of being alone or isolated
	
	Automat o no it’s not true how could you
	An advert that’s telling just lies
	Don’t all the others realize
	What you say is not true, put it right 
	It will drive me crazy I’ll keep out of sight
	
	Automatonophobia – fear of anything that falsely represents a sentient being

	Aviat o if you think I am going in that
	No I am not a scared ***** cat
	If we were meant to go fly
	Wings we would have from him on high
	Fold your machine and put it just so.
	
	Aviophobia, Aviatophobia – fear of flying
	
	
	
	
	Chaeto he was a Greek of old
	Bald as a badger so the story is told
	But why you say is there no cure 
	For him to grow some lovely hair
	For him it would give such a scare

	Chaetophobia – fear of hair

	Chemo therapy keep away from me
	Chemicals scare me I know they are free
	But to have them coursing through my veins
	No matter how good they are, and that jar
	The fear of everything for what they are 

	Chemophobia – fear of chemicals

	Chirop to or not too so I am told
	They stick in your hair best to be bald
	Now I find that my nails are made of hair
	Chirop is what I fear not chiropodist is that clear!!
	Just shave my head and cut my nails dear

	
	Chiroptophobia – fear of bats

	Chromo shines bright in my eyes
	The fear of all colours  I realise
	Now I am safe from a troubled day
	Into my dark room, I have found my way
	Knock when that sun has met its demise

	Chromophobia - fear of bright colors


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Hoot-Full Owls

Like the foolish owls
we made enemies with falcons,
now we are doomed forever
to live amongst the ruins.
Rumi 

Are we searching for integrity
of species and clan and race,
synergy of EarthTribe centrism
appreciating our diversity of natural resources,
depreciating our monopolistic anthro-racial-centric history
and monocultural excesses?

What to do, how to respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
within my own ego-centrism,
and within another's home,
or community,
or economy?

These questions of avoiding negative monopolizing trends
monoculturing economies,
monochromatic elitist races 
toward presumption and resumptions of mutual immunity
alienability
grow perennially in Spring's garden bed
of polycultural nutrient hopes,
intentions,
opportunities,
permacultural design,
and polycultural installation practice.

Monopolistic economic assumptions,
like monocultural ecological identity,
are more fruitfully and forcefully revolutioned
as polycultural challenges
to religion resonant balance,
reconnect harmony and peace,
where we have become,
internally and/or externally,
monochromatically lost in ghetto silos of over-specialized deductive blackness,
stagnant genetic pools blind to what remains
of deductive-inductive integrity's analogical potential.

What did I think could not be coincidental
about rhythms of revolutionary dissonance
and epicentered patterns of evolutionary confluence?

Why do I fear
self-immunizing subsistence
resisting ecocentric co-entity surrender,
loving,
minding,
tending spacetime's brilliantly synaptic burning bush?
Humane/divine natural/spiritual pilot light
unveils transmillennial regeneration
Be-Longing Redeemers' Cooperative Commune
of economic EarthCommons natural systemic values,
positive psychological ecotherapeutic practice,
humor's common-sense
of double-knotting negatives
recommunion what could not not be,
polynomially double-bound universal fractals,
trigonometrically seasoning spacetimes of logical closure,
unfolding outstretching universal breath
of time and depth,
recreation through double negation.

Have we done
and not done
somethings to tick EarthTribe off
and out?
Untimely decomposing extinction and extraction
of Earth's ulcers and ores
oils and pores
gas and boils and bores,
fissioning our fused Elders
faster than Earth's slow-revolving reintegrative systems,
EarthTribal incarnate pilgrimage
toward globally inclusive cooperation.
I would pursue empty-handed love without death or misanthropic "Other" fear,
peace filling symmetric fore-giving justice
of interdependent, timelessly coincident, responsibility,
accounting EarthTribe's collective synergetic intelligence,
regeneratively balancing wisdom
reflected in Black Pearl's Key (0)-Soul Theorem
of Positive/Negative Balancing Community Teleology.

Where lies this devilishly ambidextrous tipping point
TrimTab threshold of tyrannical discovery,
reverse functioning mayhem and decadent dissonance,
moving mercenary competition
toward cooperative mobs of mutual mercy?
Slip-sliding competitive strain and pain,
both up and down,
coincidentally back and forth
uncovers (0)-Core balance toward equanimity,
omnipotent equi-valency,
confluence and harmony resolving,
diminishing violent systemic tyranny of sound and sight,
confined by exclusive racing cultural fear,
feelings of sad and angry power and monopolistic might
masticating sadistic nightmares trembling within siloed eternal night,
Even these spread spewing meaning's past and purposed future,
meeting mutually greeting NOW.

Who is winning our global competition
for more integrity
with less supremacy
within Self and Other and Earth's ecologic relay racing relationships?
Who is losing?

How do monopolistic habits and judgments
ego-iconic norms,
egocentric, rather than compellingly cooperative eco-centric,
id-entity,
rebirth polycultural Spring thaws
of thermodynamic (0)-sum balance,
Win-Win synergetic loving strategies
and co-passioned principles of eco-normic design?

Where do monopolistic SuperEco Yang and
coincidentally polyculturing yin id-entity
dance and tip their two-step
in perfectly harmonic octaved pitch?

Might this Omega Point 
breathe in and out
Here and Now
Yang convex-eco echoing
within eternally concaving
double-binding
timelessly reverberating
yin?

Double-jointed owls,
graceful friendly challengers
fighting with falcons,
predicted to live together forever within co-passionate flight
through mutually fertile wisdom,
transcending dark's light freedom
nesting trees of regenerating life,
Beloved Regenetic Root Systems
of endosymbiotic evolutionary strings, tendrils
folding and unfolding cultural networking past and future
Here and Now
(0) Tao SuperEco Present
wise and joyful grace of Form Co-Creation.

Like the wise owls
we evolve co-challenges with falcons,
now we are regenerating forever
to fly above and through past ruin,
fly below and reverse-future's radiant rain,
square-rooted prime function
of +P spinning (-)(-) negativity,
fusing what was bi-fissioned
re-naturing global EarthTribe's breathless spirituality.


Long poem by Ian Guyler | Details |

Knightwriters contest TWINKLE TWINKLE

KNIGHTWRITERS CONTEST

TWINKLE ! TWINKLE !

Betcha walk so perty,....miss oh so pretty
dontcha know
Bet ya can wriggle n squirm n tease real fine
But you never do that for him,......never for him
That's why it's time for his fun......it's cutting time
Watching..always her......everyday...she passes
Blouse a button undone , skirt tucked higher
A real tease a real heart racer........ A judger
School bag satchel....full of other than books
She's playing hooky again...teasing the bad boys
She's gonna make out ....she's gonna act adult
He burns,..he knows....he's bad
it's what his momma calls.......the evils
But he burns hard,,,just thinking ....of her
Now it's cutting time..twinkle, twinkle........
And bleeding time........and dying time......

.......................~~~~~~~~~~.................... 

 Shhhhh quiet ,listen to my voice
Understand one thing, here now!
You do not have a single choice

Your life to me is worthless see
This trusty blades.my real friend!
And It's not so friendly as you'll see

We're gonna take a little walk now
Not a peep, not a word,..don't talk
Shhh now,.. you know me...I stalk!

"Twinkle twinkle......little shiny blade
I sing this song when I don't get laid"
Shhhh my little star...please don't fade

Been observing you for weeks my love
Know we're you go, and who you see
Now my blade here, gets jealous see

Here we are now , a quiet underpass
Yes I know it's cold, damp, just dirt!
Shhhh now my love..this is gonna hurt.........

..........................~~~~~~.........................

Everyday a new nightmare to live through
Waiting for the blue light to end this grief
No letter left to pacify our hurting hearts
Disappeared after school.....like a thief

photo plastered..across every lamp post
Not quite a current one, her coat so red
She wore it everywhere , it was her pride
Said she would wear it till she was dead

Guess that may come back to haunt us
She's been gone 4 days now..since school
In the picture frame....our little girl smiles
4 days, 4 whole days..who could be so cruel

..............................~~~~~..............................

Peter knew the things he did were wrong 
couldn't quieten down that damned song
Twinkle twinkle,....haunted his black dreams
Faithful shiny blade....makes it go away
But not for long

Her name made the news and papers too
Gemma they say ,,,was as good as gold
But she was a tease oh so teasing a flirt
He knew she was bad,knew she must hurt

Been out with the bad boys all day all night 
Her bag full of cheating her coat so red
Followed her excited, his trusty knife in hand
Twinkle,slash,twinkle, cut......twinkle.....dead

.........................~~~~~~~~..........................

Clown required said the Ad...

and his inner metronome ticked

Children`s Party Clown required tel: ....a smile !

A familiar sensation , excited, darkness descended

“twinkle , twinkle “ this pleasure will linger ..awhile

“Party Clown ,Party Clown “ sounded so good

All the naughty children , naughty and so ,so bad

Peter stood in front of the mirror ...knife in hand

‘twinkle , twinkle’ this could be the bestest  fun

He`s ever had...................................

......................~~~~~~~~~.......................

 The knock at the door came on Party`s eve

A pleasant smile greeted.... No disguise

The rush of activity the Party...haste 
Smiling back....black soulless eyes

The  party soon , just eight mums plus kids
Arousel growing , naked blade.. no mirror lie 

Mom would have been angry..”twinkle,twinkle”
Peter the Clown, his blade,his Rage.......his high

Carnage,cream cakes  , red jelly and ...blood
Limbs to be hacked , to be cut......to be arranged

A blade to testify..... to witness  the ascendency 
Peter liked his .dark thoughts...mom said “deranged”

......................~~~~~~~~~~~...........................


Gaggle of kids excitedly screaming..... delight
Sticky jelly sweetly smeared on...stickier chins
Un eaten sandwich crusts, piled on paper plates
Childs surprise birthday bash .....soon begins
 
Balloons and taffeta ,..wall to wall adorned
Birthday girl is 5 today...huge silver banner says
A Drinking and spilling ...fizzy drinks mayhem
Mums being  hens ,watching...hectic party ways
 
Music  repeated a party music  loop.. blaring loud
Mums jostling for sticky kisses and dances in tune
Music stops , chairs are chased ...upended ..fun
Be down to one chair and two mums..... very soon
 
Chocolate smeared hands and faces...so funny
Paraded cake  lights dimmed .candles five burn
Whoops of sheer delight ..a birthday song sang
Big girl now...proud smiles , ritual blow...her turn!
 
Giant painted face ...bushy red hair...black fierce eyes
White cheeks ...red nose ..sharp teeth, draws a frown
Hushed quiet ..parents and children alike........waiting !
It doesn't  look so funny up close,....
.the children know 
Its not a clown ..........
 








Long poem by rebecca travis | Details |

She doesnt think someone loves her

Because people have made her promises in the past and they’ve broken them. Because no matter how hard she works or how good of a person she is, she doesn’t believe she is worthy of love. Because she’s had too many people leave her – both intentionally and unintentionally – and she doesn’t want to give them the chance to leave too. There are a million reasons she might not be able to believe that someone could her. And there will be a million more in the future.
She’s been through so much. She’s had moments where she didn’t know how she was going to keep going. Moments where she didn’t think she could get out of bed, and worse moments where she did get out of bed and she felt like an empty shell while she was walking around. At some points, she was so lost and so torn up that she wasn’t even sure if she was real
Sometimes she can’t believe that someone could love her, but other times she wants to believe that someone could love  her, but that’s hard, because that would just be too good, and good is not what she’s used to. She doesn’t want to love someone and then lose them. She’s scared, because having someone and then not suddenly not having them is a lot scarier than being alone.
She might be extremely secure with herself, or she might think she is nothing. She might be somewhere right down the middle. Regardless, she can’t believe she will find love with someone l, because she hasn’t seen it yet. She’s seen some beautiful love, but she has a hard time remembering that kind of love when she’s watching the sadder stories unfold. She’s seen her friends get hurt, and she’s seen her friends hurt other people. She knows that breaking someone’s heart doesn’t always mean you’re a jerk or a heartless monster. She knows good people hurt other good people. Sometimes one person just doesn’t love another in the same way. Sometimes they did love that person and then they fall out of it. Either way, they have to be honest with themselves, and they have to be fair to the other person. In the end, someone always gets crushed.
Maybe she’s afraid to love  because she’s been the person that’s broken someone else’s heart. Being hurt doesn’t always have to mean you were on the receiving end. You can hurt yourself by hurting someone else, to the point where you can’t even breathe and you hate waking up in your own body, knowing what you did and how you made someone else feel. Maybe she loved someone but knew they weren’t the right person for her, so she had to leave them. And now she’s worried that you’re going to do the same thing to her. That, even though some loves her and they kindhearted and they have the purest intentions, they still might have to walk away. She knows there are so many reasons why it might not work, so instead of paying attention to the one reason why it will, she focuses on the ways it won’t. It’s called self-preservation, and it’s all she knows.
She listens to love songs and she lets them pass through her and she wants them to be her life. But she can’t. She wants to be that sickeningly happy. To be so in love that you laugh at things that aren’t that funny and so in love that you aren’t fazed by rude people or stressful situations. But she won’t let herself give into the fantasy of leaning her head against a train window and listening to that song and wearing a dizzying smile as she thinks about someone. She’d rather stay on the cautious side. This side of things is not thrilling or exhilarating. She doesn’t get goosebumps, and she doesn’t feel as if you need to go outside and run a mile in order to get rid of the boundless energy you feel just from thinking about someone else. This side isn’t living. But it’s safe and secure and she has a grip on her head and her heart. She doesn’t feel shaky or unstable. She’s in control.
Maybe, technically, she does believe that someone could her. Somewhere inside of her, once you get past all of the defense mechanisms, she is soft and she feels things and she believes that someone could love her. But this is also the part of her that is the most vulnerable. She knows that if she’s going to let herself feel what they are telling her and if she’s going to believe that someone loves her, she’s going to have to expose her soft side, her vulnerable side – the side she works the hardest to keep safe.
She wants to trust someone. She wants to believe that they will be different. She wants to give them  the chance to break her into a million pieces. But they’ve  to meet her halfway. They have  got to let her know that they are scared too. They have got to remind her that they are  just as much at risk, because she can break them into a million pieces too. If she can’t believe that they  love her, tell her anyway. Every day. Show her. Make her understand that theyre  not going anywhere. Because at the end of the day, you want her to be staring out that train window, thinking only of them.


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Titaniumb

Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long

Are you still left behind? 
Thanks for being so kind…I’m so sorry for being crazy in love and blind…
I bit into the apple of good and evil
Now, tell me, honey – am I your angel or devil?

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

My steel heartbeats sound like a drums in the middle of the night
I will stand tall and bold like a knight…I will the good fight
Where art thou? Where art thou, my darling angel of dazzling light?
Have you tasted the love I have tucked in my…heart of titanium?
Now, tell me, honey before I get off track– am I your angel or devil?
You were my friend, courageous and strong
Determination seeps through my mind
I sweat a river…don’t cry a river for me…I wrote this song
For you alone…thank the Lord of Accord I’m not blind

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

I’m afraid I might lose control…
The evil blood cells are crawling in my veins of pure vitality 
YOU USED ME AS A USELESS TOOL
You’re driving me into a lane of insanity… kissing my sweet fatality 
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

Are you still left behind? There’s more future in store
I bit into the apple of good and evil…I am wicked and week…now, I’m acting like a pill
Thanks for being so kind…I’m so sorry for acting like an attention whore
Now, tell me, honey before I get off track– am I your angel or devil?
You were my friend, courageous and strong
Determination seeps through my mind
I sweat a river…don’t cry a river for me…I wrote this song
For you alone…thank the Lord of Accord I’m not blind

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

Are you still left behind? 
Thanks for being so kind…
I bit into the apple of good and evil
Now, tell me, honey – am I your angel or devil?
I committed the sin…
I blame it on the temptation from deep within
I don’t feel good in my own skin
Where art thou? Where have you been?
I was as tough as titanium…and I’m weak as the victim,
Getting targeted by the predator…oh no, here we go again…

Take flight, mesmerizing dove! Reach to your heavenly haven
You’re not as dark and bitter as a raven…
You are forgiven and you abide in the illuminated night
You are never forgotten in this mind of mine…you’re my sundrenched sight
This titanium heart of mine beats for you alone…

Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long
Screaming at the top of my lungs… please, please help me and I’ll give you the rest
Of the rare love that I have tucked in my…heart of steel and titanium…but where do I belong? I don‘t know the difference between right and wrong
Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long

Now, I’m feeling awfully numb
Well, I kept trying
Though I was frankly dying
I’m sick of your lying
Dry your tears – stop that crying 

Don’t you feel it, pounding in my chest? 
I’m trying my best to pass this difficult test
Life is hard, I know; I’ve been chained to my solitary, deserted pit and I’ve been feeling awfully numb for so long


Long poem by J. W. M. Earnings | Details |

Reaching Out to You

I feel like my life is a clean slate
When I’m reaching out to you
I feel you lingering in my thoughts...
You stitched up my insecure frame of mind 
And stitched up the little pieces of memory 
That knits a smile on my face 
I don't know how to escape my poverty and unstable reality
I ask the darkness kindly, “Will you set me free?”
I should've drove on another lane...
Now I'm far from home…I took the wrong turn
And you’re looking after me while I’m reaching out to you…
You cheer me up with your appealing effulgence 
You beam at me as if your the sun, illuminating the sorrowful sky...
You amaze me with your brightness and brilliance 
My fears are tearing me up like a pitbull, devouring fresh meat
I’m searching hard for you…as if you’re valuable and 
How could you be so good and charitable? 
You’re embraceable…and I’m reaching out to you
For you reveal to me the truth that soothes my soul from troubles  
My tears are springing out of my blue-green eyes
I hate it when you have to wave your goodbyes
You mean no harm by it; your gratitude shines on
Untangle me from my demise and help me reach success
But, what is true success?
 I can always reach out for you, right?
Make me satisfied with your bravery and undying light
Take me away from my mystifying reality...
Sift out my remorse
Things are getting out of hand...things are getting out of course
But, keep this between us:
You will always be the one that shows me my heart’s deep melody
You drown away all misery…and you make me taste your glory
 I wish I could fight your wars for you
You are reaching out for me…but I’m useless…
And powerless – you’ll never find any progress
Where my life is heading towards…
But you won’t reject my helping hand
We should both go to a wonderful land
Please don't refuse this offer…don’t throw it away
I’m reaching out for you every night and day…
Stay with me forever until I die...
We’ll share our glory 
By taking turns writing our fascinating story
Will there be an open door for me to step inside our dazzling dreamland?
Will it lead us to His promise land? – that would be grand!
We feel so trapped in our solitary cave…
We’re reaching out for each other 
I believe that you'll remain strong all throughout our hardships
You'll reach the finish line in no time...do it with all of your might 
And soon, you'll discover that delightful light
But for now, we're blanketed with darkness in this mysterious cave
Be brave... You can do anything if you put your mind to it...
Try your best and never be brought low by discouragement, 
Though we’re stuck in a warped-up pit
Some people will test your determination or push your buttons...
But keep on running!! Keep ignoring the adversaries 
They will run fast, but you can run faster than those unfeeling enemies
Send me your love and never look back or else…
You’ll never be able to reach out for me
Or vise versa… so come flee with me and we’ll always be
In good favor with God, the Almighty creator that makes our heart pump with glee
Keep your pace and put forth tons of effort...think of the marvelous victory 
I wish I could be in your shoes just for this terrific event…or we can both feel it at that moment of positivity  
Help me stay on track...trample away my fears…
Don’t stab my back…with your overflowing tears…
I’m reaching out for you and I’m waiting for miracles to appear
So that I’ll thank the Lord for putting us in good hands
Remind me not to look back...I feel very lost and scared – 
Scrub away my tears and fill my heart with cheers
Help me have an open and prudent mind, so I can accept reality as it is
I need sleep - let me rest and wish me sweet dreams
Or I'll be breaking by the seams…
Breaking by the seams
I’m still reaching out for you, hoping you can hear me
I hope you find a place you call your Island of Ecstasy 
If I were an angel, I'd guide you to your destiny and hand you the right directions
To make you truly understand that I love you dearly…I’ll show you my affections
Could I run with you? 
How far are you willing to go?
Are you running the extra mile?
 Am I slowing you down or am I acting senile?
It was hard to admit the fact that I loved you
Should I confess my feelings towards you? Would it be too out of the blue?
Would it open new doors for me or would it gain displeasure? 
Hopefully the doors won't close for the sake of our Heart
Should I trust you with my life? Will the dreary and dark clouds depart?
Why does it feel so good to think about you?
My heart's yearning for love again…that’s nothing new
I’m reaching out to you – our ascending spirits are gold, not blue 


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/lifes_midway_668462' st_title='Life's Midway'>

Life's Midway

Our body is only a cloak;
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Midway means nothing to infinity.

When totally immersed in pursuits that you love,
illness and pain won't distract you.
Midway means nothing to infinity.

I wonder why when a bird 
clearly sees the trap laid out for her,
she's still drawn to fly straight in!
Midway means nothing to infinity.
Rumi (M Mafi translation)

Midway means nothing (0) to binomial time,
captured between a polynomial past and  not-so-unpredictably resolving,
resonantly revolutionary,
mutually redemptive future,
where science religions polycultural metrics of infinitely wise and lovely bodies
discovering Interior Landscape's analogical ecology of evolution v. revolution,
diastatic compost mirroring and absorbing Earth's nutrient streams and flows,
functions and (0)-core frequencies 
of energy and life,
development and design,
decomposition and regenesis,
organically fertilized farming
Prime Relationships of loving peace-filled fairness
in Beloved Climax Communities.

Space means nothing to Time, as
Midway means nothing to Infinity,
as Midway equals Polynomial +Left-Deductive
reiteratively dancing with(-)(-)Polynomial (-)Right-Inductive,
as Yang-convex + Yin-concave = [(0)logic Tao]
balances Infinity's Prime Relationship
between Here and Now  cooperative economic ecologic,
meeting Economic Design CQI,
Globally Synergetic Optimization,
Natural System Development Standards
of ecotherapeutic orthopraxis
thermodynamic balance
and electromagnetic 4-equivalent dimensional spacetime Commons function.

Adults grow from children
deep learning prime relationship
between isolating comedic ridicule
and mutually humored information
emerging from both self and other,
confluently sometimes,
while other times only through sustained cognitive dissonance,
hard birthing events,
yet both confluent Yang/Yin harmony
and dissonant Yang-dominance
unveil redemptive merit
for polyparadigmatic comprehension of other complex
chaotic
stressful
discontented love relationships.

Shared joy and beauty and goodness and wisdom
multisystemically regenerate
when polyculturally analyzed and decomposed
discussed and discerned
remembered and reconnected and religioned
reflected and redeemed
with karmic grace intent,
grateful noticing as-is here and now,
cooperatively redemptive practice,
mutually mentoring synergetic design,
incarnating Boddhisatva Messiahs and Prophets,
Teachers who are first EcoTherapeutic Listeners,
thus permaculturing orthopractors.

Zero Space is Infinite Time
at Her best
wisely resonant Beauty
YangBeing what we are YinBecoming-Balanced
diastatically enculturing internal Climax Communities,
both YangJustStrength and YinOrganicBeauty EcoTherapists
enjoying our ride,
avoiding "I am Ego-Special" feelings
if only because catastrophic paranoia and megalomania both grow contagiously sad and angry,
slowly
transitioning
returning to a self-regenerating dream of
Beloved Community Teleology and Orthopraxis
of active peace absorbing issues of lack-of-time fears
such as mortality and death and climatic survival
as something darker than a shadow chasing Infinite Light
and Midway as something other than this revolving ride between
our SuperEco One,
our Love,
our Contentment,
our being and belonging
where Here greets Now greets Here
eternal cooperative economic ecotherapeutic information
redundantly  and inclusively unfolding
enculturing
binomial/binary un-double-knotting systemic QBit string
of prime fractal-telecometric Beloved Community.

Midway is nothing to Infinity
as (-)(-) balancing information-bits grow everytimely
ecotherapeutic (+) prime Eulerian relationship function,
(0) Core Vector/Vortex Fullerian crystal-fractal spacetime.

Id is nothing to SuperEco
as ego-centrism confluently optimizes resonance
with Right-brained eco-natural systemic encoded DNA/RNA
SuperEco Metric Regenerative Optimization Systems,
both thermodynamic and electromagnetic.

Here is nothing to Now
as Now is Comprehensive Coincident Intelligence
regenerating SuperEco Tao.

Fear is nothing to Love
as Love loses everything to Fear of Time's Unresolved Absence,
as Absence of Fear enculturates Beloved Communities,
Exterior/Interior Prime (0)-sum Balancing Cooperative Landscapes.

Here means everything to Now
as Midway means nothing to Infinity
unfolding permaculturing past
enfolding polycultural future promise.


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