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Long poem by Russell Banks | Details |

No Happy Ending

Bright lights, big city...
bright lights, big city dreams...
please just take me away tonight
Let me rest on your elegance tonight
I have no energy left to spend in reality
so please knock me unconscious
just to be in the place that makes me...
I wanted to sing
so loudly, proudly of a heroine
put aside a feeling of haste, of hate
of Juliet turned Medusa
now my Medusa Juliet turning Rapunzel
Strange it may seem, I'll explain a different day
something betters my attention
begs my words to form a letter
Veronica...once my Veronica
in this play, in this scene
we were able to make amends, stay friends
20, we are both 20
Life is confusing
all these convoluted schemes it throws our way
How are we supposed to seize the day
how about she seized me instead
A story, a flashback inside another story
remember 'If Your Reflection Could Kill'
a memoir asking questions and banishing Juliet from my life 
if only for a while
I just wanted answers but she fled away
from what she believed to be cancer
though it gave a chance for Veronica and I to be consistently happy
but there is no happy for me
We hit a cosmic rift, a cosmic shift
a month after a daringly rushed proposal
someone got lost, got scared, turned ghost, just shutdown completely
Months go by and we reconciled
you'd think there'd be a happy ending in silver lining
yet a month maybe three weeks from present day
arrives Juliet atop her steed of do-overs and repeats
a fresh start
I didn't buy a single word
I don't subscribe to politics but I know how hers works
still I couldn't banish her again
I couldn't, I can't
Myself, I've been running away
pointing if only an ounce of blame her way
knowing full well I fell in love with the girl for three years
who was just words across a screen
a voice from a phone
I only dreamed of who she could be
now I know
and in her eyes I still felt that same bitter love 
I wanted to keep 4 years back
so Juliet wanted my audience
my ears and my eyes to acknowledge she was finally here to stay
here to play no games
I had no good reason to deny
so my answer was obvious
but Veronica, she caught wind of this
and there went my attempt to gain back what time has torn apart
Veronica, she tore down my walls so she knew
I could hear her scream with disdain, curse my name
What was she angry for
an entire year, she tried to see my face again
an entire year, I had a list of excuses to keep her at bay
It was never because I didn't trust myself
it was all because I couldn't dare stare in the face
someone of importance
knowing it was me that once dared to keep a promised
and succeeded in the quickest time to break her and it 
making her cry
What made her angry
She believed I chose Juliet over her
and I tried to defend myself with armed words
justified explanations
but I had no explanation to give
I was unarmed in these verbal fights
I didn't know what was right
what to say
that day changed everything
Juliet took Veronica's place
as the conversationalist, the smiling heroine
as the one I could compliment
the one I could make happy
the one I could just be me
Veronica, she just spent two weeks
taking jab after jab at Juliet
taking jab after jab at me...till yesterday
a bad day turned nightmare
when I unbottled truth built up for weeks
I confessed my reasons, my seasons
why she hasn't seen my face, a long list of apologies
so the weight of my shoulders would leave
so she would know, so we could grow
as like me, you would hope for a naive understanding response
as like me, you would hope for a silver lining
hope she'd understand
but I know all too well
there is no happy ending for me
The deities all laugh at my scorn
never happy till they see me destroyed
never satisfied till they, in awe, watch me weep
Veronica, I think I may have lost a friend in Veronica
I called it fate, I called it destiny
since she made it all to be my fault
that I'm a liar
when she knows full well I just want everyone in the world
who steps in my universe to be happy
Forgive me for my selfish desire but it's true
I may now talk about myself too much
but it doesn't compare to how much I cared about her
or want her to be happy
Oh no
She pressed the button, she pressed the button
Did she really say that she doesn't know who I am
did she really say that I'm not her old sweet best friend
does she really have the right to say anything? ! 
She left me behind! 
When we were kids, she left me behind
for the religious remarks of my cousin tore her apart
She could've came back at anytime
She left me behind
For years, I waited for her return with baited breath
though each time she came back
once to tell me at 2 in the morning that she got lucky
once to accompany me through my second tour of Juliet 
as freaking spectator
she left and never said anything else
If it wasn't for a mutual friend
she would've never talked to me again! 
She left me behind! 
She wasn't there when I needed her the most
when I needed a friend the most
but that doesn't matter no cause oh I'm a liar
cause I have a selfish desire to be miserable
while I want the whole world who steps into my universe to be happy
All these words I never said to her, to Veronica
I just sat defenseless, sat stunned, sat fed up, sat done
tried to defend myself again but there's nothing to defend
told her good night, good life
hope to talk again
but if she was done with me, tell me so
cause I'd rather not spend another night
getting cussed out, getting yelled at
trying to muster up a defense case 
for something I do that doesn't directly effect her
but in her eyes this friendship isn't worth it
I'm not worth it
freaking perfect...
Bright lights...big city...
just take me far away from here
give me amnesia or just omit her from my memory
I'm sick of this
of everything inadvertently being the fault of me
Are you happy deities? ? ! 
Are you happy? 
There is no happy ending for me

Copyright © Russell Banks | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by John Arribas | Details |

REVOLUTION

REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid evidence to arrive at a just fate
But that doesn’t happen except in the rarest of the time
Cause mobs want vengeance even if there is no crime
Vindictive mobs will let no one stand in their way
They can only be quieted by making the defeated pay


Once the old regime has been ousted and overthrown
The general populace wants retribution to call its own 
Frenzied mobs want allegations of any on which to react
Every accusation is taken as an indisputable  fact
Those that are accused of prior regime collaboration
Will be tried and convicted without hesitation
The penalties will vary according to the type of peoples crime
Some will be executed, others sent to prison for a very long time


Those with neighbors or others with differing opines
Will anonymously be accused  of  treasonable  crimes
If man has an attractive wife , coveted for personal roles
He’d be singled out as undermining the revolutions goals
Children would be asked to report on their parents talk
Do they praise the revolution or do they balk
Men don’t gather in the street in idle conversation any more
In fear of being accused of plotting a counter revolutionary war


Investigations of wrong doing will increase as planned
Til every one feels threatened through out the land
Facts and allegations are all treated the same
Anyone accused is certain to shoulder the blame

Revolution (2)


While the mob applauds the action of a kangaroo court
No one objects to the tactics to which the insurgents resort
The ruling insurgents tell the citizens to prepare for action
An impending attack by the ousted is a simple distraction


The victorious parties purge dissenters from their ranks
The true patriots and heroes that really merit  thanks
They will be accused of plotting to sabotage the revolution
Incriminating evidence will surface to prove their collusion
Evidence against them mounts proving a planned conspiracy
Evidence is authenticated but only the accusers can to see


Those tainted members of the original rebellious group
Are sentenced to long terms taking them out of the loop
Members popular with the mobs with no threats to face
Suddenly and mysteriously disappear without leaving a trace
Struggle for power will continue within the victors team
Til the most cold-blooded one dominates every scene 


Reigning power is now in hands of an egocentric man
All opposition has been silenced through out the land
Those holding on to opposing views are hunted down
Block teams are established in every city and town
Block directors have spying duties the main is to report
Any suspicious movements or activities to the citizens court
Employment is terminated and the accused sent off to a farm
Where political viewpoints are altered to render no harm
Fear of death and imprisonment is so deeply instilled
Most minds are conquered only the strongest have will
					
				



Revolution (3)


This is the reward for seeking freedom of expression 
A psychotic ideologue made this land his personal possession
We surrendered our weapons but mostly our ideas
We’re completely dominated and ruled  by insidious fears
Looking back it now seems the regime we overthrew
Wasn’t as bad as we thought, we were always able to make do
Revolutionaries that foment change using the gun
Will still be armed when the fighting is done


Students of history are smug and quick to understand
How this beautiful island was commandeered by one man
So many were mesmerized by his unending glib tongue
Like demons called Stalin, Hitler and Mao tse tung
There are many men like these in each generation
Preying on those feeling or promoting frustration
These villains are lauded til their motives come clear
Their main weapons are terror and bone chilling fear
The masses will demand a plebiscite and new constitution
Not going to happen without a new revolution


The loss of freedom doesn’t happen overnight
It disappears after each uncontested little bite
This is a warning to all that are free
Don’t think little bites can’t happen to thee 



One could easily change a few lines and add a few details
And come up with Russia, Venezuela ,China etc. a glib tongue
And a tired public are easy pickings for the egomaniacs
In the world. This is about Cuba, 1959

 





 
 
 

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by John Arribas | Details |

THE INCUMBENT

THE INCUMBENT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

I am sick and tired of hearing the same old line
My elected representative says every things fine
He just does not represent the people I know
He’s been there forever its time for him to go 
Against good advice I’ve decided to handle
A run for his office that’s  littered with scandal
My friends support me but strongly advise
Brace yourself for the despicable  lies


They say my opponent will stoop quite low
To paint my name as an incompetent foe
A teller of lies and impractical goals
Of gross inexperience and lacking a soul
My family will surely come under attack
Innocent children that never fight back
They’ll be taunted everywhere for being my kin
Those vicious stories will get under their skin


Close friends and allies bandied as well
Have the same surname gonna catch hell
The incumbent is a master of deliberately lying
Its ok for him it’s the money he’s eying
Horror stories of how he slanders his opposition
With unfounded labels to save his position
Everyone knows he’s a vicious untamed rival
Who’ll do anything to insure his survival


The media reports on his numerous escapades
Sensible persons that oppose his charades
Are too smart to expose their quiet lives
To answer allegations and unfounded lies
So there he rejoices after each election
Stashing unused funds for his re election
My opponent is an experienced bureaucrat
Who’ll bombard you with everything he’s got

Incumbent (2)



So brace yourself for many a  sleepless night
Only a maven knows  when and who to fight
Its not going to be easy to force him out
I was exasperated and wanted to quit
When I was approached by a political wit
He advised me what I needed to do
Being frank and honest is hurting you


He knows folks who would rally to me
But I need to employ a different strategy
We’ll hire a team to uncover his trash
Hold fund raisers  to collect needed cash
Use the money to go on the assault
Bend the truth  every ill thing is his fault
His family members aren’t sacred or pure
We’ll use old records on them that’s for sure


Tie him to anything that’s evil or bad
Find pictures of children hungry and sad
Blame him for their hopeless condition
“They’re not voters” is his selfish position
That might not be true but so what
We’ll get the credit he should have got
My campaign is humming in high gear
We saddled him with smear after smear


Well the election is over and we won
Now to work and get his policies undone
My campaign manager said we have to talk
Friends and backers are starting to squawk
Your ideas are contrary to theirs
To keep you in office we need some repairs
Who are these folks, he mentioned a few
They are the same that backed” you know who”






Incumbent (3)



Well yes, he lost them, thought he didn’t need 
Their money and influence in order to succeed
It’s a warning to you if you want to prevail
Power and money a provide wind for your sail
I went to bed that night looking for sleep
I’m swimming in a ocean that is far too deep
I thought my manager a traitorous cad
He led me  by the nose, I’ve really been had


The same old policies will remain in place
They’ll just be espoused by a different face
Some time has elapsed and its quite clear
This is some job and there’s no one to fear
I come and go no one keeps track
Deals come along with ten times your money back
I  must be absolutely and critically sure 
Get the right people on board so I can endure


An opponent is not a rival, he’s an enemy
Lets start a file on any opposition you see
Think my last opponent was someone to scorn
Any challenger will wish he had never been bor
I wake up each morning  truly upbeat
I’ve become the one, I wanted to unseat










Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Went Fishin'


Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
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Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting rod.
The reel, a Mitchell 301,
Plus hand-selected worms and lures…
I was ready to have some fun.

My teacher, a master fisherman,
Had fished all over the earth...
From trout in Austrian mountain streams
To sea bass just west of Perth.

He showed me all the basics,
Including how to tie a lure.
“No snaps. They’re no good.
Tie’em on…just to be sure.”

He made me practice casting.
“Take aim with your rod’s tip 
Take her back - ten, eleven, twelve, one;
Smoothly return to ten… with just a little flip.”

While I practiced the casting motion,
He said, “Large Mouths will be jumpin’ bugs.
Water’s bubblin’ with Sand Bass spawnin’.
You’ll know the difference if one gives you a tug.”

As we drifted around the islands,
He said, “I think you’re ready.”
So, I picked a lure, a pretty Heddon;
And tied her on.  My hands were steady.

Yellow with black dots and a weed guard. 
A streamer tail and double treble hooks.
Who knew if she would do the job,
But I liked the way she looked.

As I tied her on, I looked around
For a likely place for my first cast.
Magazine pictures always showed weeds
In the background of a striking Bass.

So, I picked a reed bed in the shallows;
Threw my first cast, watched her fly.
What happened next was the stuff of dreams.
We couldn’t believe our eyes. 

About eighteen inches before she lit,
A monstrous Large Mouth erupted from the water.
My teacher screamed, “Holy Mary, Mother of God!  
Kiss O’Reilly’s Ugly Daughter!”

When the Bass broke water, it scared me. 
My whole body jerked and shook.
So sudden, so silent, it seemed like slow motion.
Until I heard him screaming, “Set the hook!  Set the hook!”

When the big Bass scared me,
I must have set the hook.
The tussle was on, long and hard.
This fish didn’t want to be cooked.

My lack of skills prevailed, however,
As I finally reeled him in;
I grabbed him by the lower lip,
Like I’d seen Don Wallace do, time and time again.

“Oh, my God”, he murmured as he weighed the Bass;
“Jeez.  Over thirteen pounds....Thirteen pounds, two.”
He took out his Polaroid and laughed, 
“I’ll take a picture of this fish... holdin' you.”

He snapped the picture of me holding the Bass;
On the back wrote the date, the length and weight.
As he turned to put the camera away……
Get ready.  This is the part that’s great.

I’d watched Don Wallace ‘catch and release’.
He always did that on his show.
“This fish put up a good fight.” he’d say;
“Now it’s time to let him go.”

Yes, as my teacher put away the camera,
I held the big Bass by the lower lip and tail
And ‘swished’ him in the water,
Making sure his gills would not fail.

My teacher turned and saw what I was doing
Just as I let the big Bass go.
This, too, was like slow motion
As I heard him screaming, “NOOOOOOO!”

“Why would you do that, Lad?
Do ya know nothin’ at all?
A fish like that... on your very first cast?
Well...Lad, that fish goes on the wall.”

“Well…he’ll be here next year.” I said with a smile,
“And even bigger, I’ll bet.”
He said, ”You’ll make a fisherman, Lad.
It’s not for the fish that we fish…

but for the great stories we get.” 

I still have that lure…and the rod and reel.
Still in their bags and boxes, just like new.
I thought about selling them on eBay,
But 50 years later, they have sentimental value.

You see…I’ve been invited to go fishin’ several times
By golfin’ buddies and other friends;
But for some reason…I really don’t know why…
I’ve never gone fishin’ again.

They say, “Truth is stranger than fiction.”
And I believe that is a fact.
I hope you enjoyed this bit of truth and,
In the meantime…..”Ya’ll come back!”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Suki Spangles | Details |

I Broke The Office Paper Shredder The Day Before Yesterday

i broke the office paper shredder the day before yesterday
and needless to say
the cruel word has spread around the office town
i broke the office paper shredder
i arrived to work yesterday
and there was an awkward tea point silence
nothing was said you understand
but there was that definite vibe
similar to one of those who jammed the photocopier vibes
you know the drill
precisely like a more bloody episode of the wire

i opened an email
did you break the office paper shredder
did you inform anyone
it took us nearly thirty five minutes to fix it..so i'm guessing that means it took them up to thirty four minutes
..it took us nearly thirty five minutes to fix it
also you must have folded the paper in half before shredding
why
please respond asap
we never thought you would be capable of doing something so..
 
i responded guilty
i'm guilty and i'm sorry
i didn't know i jammed it
i'm sure the paper went through
and i never folded it either
or if i did it was an oversight
it wasn't on purpose
it's not like i'm some kind of terrorist
oh we'll be the judge of that
will you please step outside..
now as i have a day off today
i shall only find out tomorrow night whether
this case will be escalated
to the hr herbal tea bag jihadis
perhaps i should get the union involved
perhaps i should ask for a priest of my denomination
i'm in trouble
no doubt about it
it's karma isn't it
i will be reincarnated as a jammed sheet of shredded paper
and this poem won't help
it might make things even worse
as if they can get any worse
lord krishna please forgive me
i'll work on opening my third eye from tomorrow
i promise
i'll even work on opening my eyelids

i broke the office paper shredder
it lay broken  for nearly thirty five minutes
i received an email
i could see that all the important management people were also copied in
i'm gonna bleed
i'm wondering now
while on my day off today
who they have also 
forwarded and cc'd and bcc'd
no doubt you too will soon receive that email
loaded with coded comments not so veiled
i must take ownership of my sin
perhaps save myself from being thrown head down
in the man's recycle bin
it's morning but i need a drink

i broke the office paper shredder
it lay broken for nearly thirty five minutes
they knew it was me
because they looked inside the shredder
yes they actually looked inside the shredder
and they recognised that particular brand of coloured paper
that we use only for the committee rooms
and they knew i would have been the one to shred those sheets
there's no point in denying it either
they might have already checked the cctv
it must gone down all csi
they must have taken prints dna ultraviolet
and as i live in the uk
i can't take the fifth or plea bargain
or drive to mexico
or become a guy stripper in vegas

where will it end
is this what i have worked for
is all this dust meant to only turn to
dust
the office gossipers have me in their twerking grips
those smirking smug ninja pixies
their dead eyes swinging from their hips...


on a positive note
although i'm a middle aged man
is this breaking the office paper shredder
that lay broken for nearly thirty five minutes remember
my rock star moment
will the office ladies see me now as that edgy guy
hey look it's that guy the he broke the office paper shredder guy
i just wanna rip my clothes off
i just don't care
a man like that loses control for a reason
he's probably misunderstood
he probably writes really deep poetry
or does something even worse than that
he has that tortured million mile stare and everything
and to think
i always just used to walk right past him
when will i learn
when will i learn..

Copyright © Suki Spangles | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

The Doctor Is A Dead Man Walking

Bob had a special talent
That only worked in his men’s store.
He had ‘clothing ESP’.
He knew what his customers wanted…and more.

When customer would come into his store
Bob would invariably say, 
“Hello. I'm Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

And he was always right,
Never missed a color, fabric, style or size.
He even knew the necessary alterations.
Customers couldn’t believe their ears and eyes.

Meanwhile, in another part of town,
Joe had a pounding, relentless migraine
For every minute for more than five years,
It had driven him near insane.

He’d lost his job to the pain.
Then, he lost his wife.
He had lost a lot of weight and rarely slept.
Yes, his was a miserable life.

And, of course,  sex was out of the question…
Even a little self-abuse.
There was nothing left for Joe but pain.
He felt his life was of no use.

So, Joe went to his doctor.
“Doc, please help me end this pain.
Give me something to make me sleep
And never wake up again.”

“You know I can’t assist your suicide.”,
Then he looked sad, perhaps ashamed.
“I never dreamed it would last five years,
But I know how to end the pain.”

“You can make it go away?!
Tell me, Doc!  What’s the word?”
“I’ll have to remove your testicles.”
Was the last thing that Joe heard.

But…when he came to, it struck him.
Sex was out of the question anyway;
But he might enjoy his meals again,
And he could sleep for days.

“Please check me in, Doc.
This opportunity I cannot shirk.”
So, the doctor removed his testicles.
He did his very best work.

A few days later, Joe waddled along,
Headache free and feeling pretty nice;
But every attractive woman he saw 
Reminded him of his sacrifice.

He decided it was appropriate
To do something nice for himself for a change.
So, he went into a travel agency;
And a six month cruise he arranged.

As he left the travel agency,
He was excited, feeling ready to go;
But for such a glorious adventure,
He would need new clothes.

As he walked along, he saw Bob’s Men's Store.
He walked in, only to hear Bob say,
“Hello.  I’m Bob. Don’t say a word.
I already know what you need today.”

“How could you know?” asked Joe.
“It’s a gift.  I don’t know how, but I do.
You’ve suffered five years with an ailment,
Found relief, so now you’re taking a cruise.” 

Joe could not believe his ears.
How could this stranger possibly know?
"You're right! That's amazing!
And I'm going to need new clothes." 

Bob then laid out a fabulous wardrobe
All the right colors, fabrics, styles…and each size.
Joe was incredibly impressed.
He could hardly believe his ears and eyes.

“How do you like the wardrobe?”
“It’s wonderful!”  Bob could see that Joe was pleased.
“Now,” said Bob, “What about undergarments;
You know…shorts and tees?

Let’s see…medium crew neck tees, all cotton.
I believe that you prefer white….
And jockey shorts, all cotton…. 34s.
Yes, I'm sure that’s right.”

Joe beamed, “You’re an amazing talent
And I just this second realized,
You've laid out this entire wardrobe
And only missed one size.”

Bob, surprised by his mistake, asked, “Really?
What did I miss?  I did my best for you.”
“Well…you’re right.” said Joe, “I do wear Jockeys,
But…well…I wear 32s.

“Oh, no!” said Bob with an ugly grimace.
“That would be a serious mistake.
Thirty-twos will cramp your balls, 
You’ll get migraine headaches.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Unquotable quotes: Leftists XVIII

Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is none intended.)

If the Left is right, the Right cannot be in the right.
The more the Left splits right down the middle, the more the leftists in the Right.
Since everything on the Left is supposed to be socialist, on which side stands the National Socialist? Or do socialists refuse to subscribe to the notion of the Nation State?
In the now tamed Wild West, socialists of various sorts prefer to parade as democrats – an open affront to the European Welfare State.
The Left’s greatest achievement – first in the Western World and now everywhere else – is the un-buckling of the chastity belt, all due to a world famous French couple double.
To be thought of an intellectual, just affect being liberal and  “leftist”, but make certain you first bury the silver spoon you were born with: you can always dig it up when no one is looking. 
Leftists band together to oppress a fellow leftist when they fear the rattling of socialist skeletons in their own socialist sub-consciousness cupboard.
When the Right is bereft, the Left denies and denigrates the theft. 
Why is it that less attractive girls always – well, nearly always – parade with leftist stamps and stickers on their bosoms and bums in order to appear “chic-ly” artful and/or intellectual? On the other side, it would appear they prefer them straight and loose without the packaging or the slogan-chanting.
The Leftist label fits all who play ball with those screwballs who throw balls at night fall.
The great thing about being Centre Left is that at some time or other you’d rub shoulders with the Far Left to the Far Right of your rubber neck.
The Far Left suspects the Left more than the Far Right, for the Left insists on being thought of as the sole arbiters of rights.
Don’t turn Left unless the road ahead is blocked; in which case, turn Right-round and come back.
What feels good about being in the arms of the Left is that the Left’s left-hand comes right round to the Right – around your back.
Leave the Left and you’ll be left with no Right whatsoever.
Left hand and Right hand lock to form one big hug.
Left in the lurch is a right for no Church.
Left to yourself is a State no Right can dislodge from the ideological shelf.
The Centre Left can neither fall to the right nor to the left for its hands stretch out for balance to the Far Right and the Far Left.
Keep the Left hand and the Right hand always out of reach, and they’ll always be dirty – for does one know what the other does?
He who comes to equity must come with clean gloves even if the hands stay dirty.
Left side, Right brain; Right side, Left brain.
Why does the left-handed batsman always confound the right-handed bowler? Is it because the right-handed bowler has no arm left?
Left by Love is Right bloody rough; right in love makes one an incorrigible bluff.
Left hand, Right hand, two faces of the brain span – minus the pineal gland. Pinch each hand to see which can outstand the other.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, May 18, 2016



Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details |

Light On the Devil's Chord - Day 23

I conversed with the lone demon,
Who had asked for redemption on an earlier day
On this day her voice was mightier,
More brave, and powerful
She dared not sing in the presence of the Dark Prince,
But spoke freely to me,
Inquiring on Christ and His sheep
She too, spoke to me with the Prince nearby
Unafraid of the consequences that may follow her orations

“Perhaps in your silent despair,
Your thoughtful pauses,
You mean to relax his heart
So more precious you have become in his eyes…
Though long your song has lulled him,
E’en before your change, dear soul,
E’en before your birth…”

I looked at her strangely, seeing some new glimmer in her eye
“Who are you, demon?” 
She chuckled, tickled by my wary curiosity
Softly, he growled 
“Do you not wish to know who he is? 
We are mere demons—flesh to the soul
Intestinal tubes to a putrid heart
He beats for you riotously, we marvel
He commands, we coo
See now, he grimaces, finding me unworthy to speak to you
See now he glowers, growling in low undertones
Waiting in impatient tempos
We are the rests,
He is the noise, the music, the big bang
The awe-inspiring, awful, Devil, 
And I,
I am a demon, as you know well
Just a demon in the dark. . .
A follower
A creepy crawler,
A nothing. . .”

“Then speak NO MORE, confident clown!
Deceived fool!!!!
Forbidding distraction!” Roared the Prince,
Swooping in-between us with swift wrath
The demon stood her ground, taller than I remembered
Her more slender wings healed, though haggard

He expanded his great wings, blocking her fully
As his voice grew soft and light,
Sardonic and cynical
His decided mind mad with respect for me 
He turned toward me 
“Unless, oh inimitable spirit,
Graceful woman of light, 
You deem her worthy,
Unless you, my newfound pleasure, 
Desire her here in our regal company?”

He stared at me probingly, 
Waiting darkly and angrily for an impressionable answer
Anciently possessive, though craftily considerate
But there was something original in his coal black eyes,
Something new, almost fragile,
And though his body blocked the vision of the she demon,  
Her presence permeated a grotesque grin, 
Lighting up the shades of his wings
I breathed in his receptive scent, 
Marveling at the changes in him
How fast he seemed to fall for me
How different he was becoming,
Despite how devious his motives may be

I sang,
“You are, 
The Devil I have thought of,
When in heavenly spaces, I sorrowed yet still!
You are,
The splendor that needs this light, 
Who has rejected it more than I can fight,
But who has embraced it when you deemed it right!
You are, 
A decision I will make,
I will not leave you alone,
I cannot acknowledge her as my own,
She is of your whelm, 
An audacious demon, enigmatic and gray,
But, it is you, oh Prince whom rains upon my day
You are the reason I am here,
The reason that I sing
A reason that is clearer everyday
And you are the reason I shall leave,
With or without you, I will grieve. . .
You are the Great Fallen Angel,
And I have fallen, in more ways than one,
Let her be my witness
When I return to the Son!”

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Ir0nic ZiNk | Details |

An Individual Society

As individuals, we are judged by other individuals. 
   We cast our own judgment… remembering.
   Seldom do our minds change once they're made up. 
I am just like you. 
   I’m casting judgment as this poem is being written— 
   Feeling as if society just won't understand me— 
You have betrayed me… society.
Now, I do not trust you.
   We have all been let down.
Great walls have been constructed to keep us divided, and
The effort to unite has been misused. 
   It's not my fault... 
   It isn't your fault, either. 
   It is, however, 
Our fault… 
Lost in today and worried about tomorrow; 
   We adapt to our surroundings and accept. 
   Rarely do we question the facts. 
In our youth, when we develop mentally more than ever, 
We believe in what we can see and what we are told. 
   I was told that this is how it is, and I believed you. 
   And then something happened to me. 
You betrayed me and robbed me of my innocence, 
And society kicked me while I was down. 
   I’m still struggling to get back up. 
   Years came and went, and I simply accepted this; I felt—  
Entitled to my own misery—
   The image of life that my family, your family, television, teachers, cheerleaders,
   Jocks, religion, history, government; and—everything else—
Left me, silently expecting certain treatment as a man— 
We talk about this feeling amongst associates. 
   They feel entitled too. 
I was wrong. 
You are wrong. 
   That's two wrongs thus far. 
   It's not right. 
We believe what can be proven by facts… 
   Facts that were made by man. 
These people have great names, 
And are considered by most to be extraordinary individuals.
This judgment is given without question. 
   But we do not trust individuals…? 
It would seem that we selectively give out our trust, based on our judgment. 
Society creates the emotional atmosphere in which we live in. 
   Moods’ are contagious. 
   I don't know you! 
You don't know me. 
   We can't be friends. 
We don't trust each other. 
   We are judgmental!
Society’s sculpted view of our "normal(s)" is a collection of beliefs—
   A conceptualized normality, 
   Whose image has been sculpted through years and years of judgment—
People like me and you… 
   Have mental problems.
We were born absolutely innocent. 
   Everything that we are now, and who we have become, 
   Has been absorbed by the images presented by society… 
I make up society. 
You make up society. 
   Society isn't real.
It's simply a belief. 
   Society is made up! 
Reality isn't something that you can grasp in the palm of your hand, it is a concept.
   We base our beliefs’ off of these concepts and 
   We believe in the reality we individually create. 
I affect your reality.
You affect my reality. 
   I give up on you to easily because I do not believe it is possible to trust you. 
I avoid you!
You avoid me.
   We avoid each other... 
Society robbed us of our innocence… 
   I am society.
   You are society.
This society; isn't real...


-Ironic Zinc 
3-12-15

Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by John Arribas | Details |

EVA NELL

EVE NELL
BY

JOHN M. ARRIBAS

EVA NELL WAS A BEAUTIFUL BABY,  LATER A TEEN
A GORGEOUS WOMAN,  AS HAS EVER BEEN SEEN
COQUETTISH, CHARMING, WITH  INVITING SIGHS
SOME SAID THERE WAS EVIL BEHIND THOSE EYES
OF ALL THE MEN THAT PURSED HER EXOTIC  CHARMS
IT WASN’T A SURPRISE THAT SHE FELL INTO THE ARMS
OF THE WEALTHIEST  BACHELOR IN OUR TOWN
THEY SOON WED , SHE WORE A BEJEWELED CROWN
 
THEY LIVED THE LIFE, THE RICH ARE PROJECTED
THEN ONE NIGHT AN AWFUL SCENE UNEXPECTED
HER IN-LAWS  WERE KILLED WHEN FAILING TO BRAKE
CAR JUMPED THE GUARD RAIL AND SANK INTO A LAKE
RUMORS SAID EVA AND HER SPOUSE DID THEM IN
AN UNBRIDLED AND RICHER LIFE NOW TO BEGIN
AFTER ALL THIS WAS BIG MONEY, AND ONLY ONE HEIR
SUSPECTING THE FOUL PLAY WAS TOTALLY FAIR

ABOUT A YEAR LATER TRAGEDY BEFELL EVA NELL
HER HUSBAND PERISHED HE  FELL INTO A WELL
OFFICIALS  LAUNCHED A THOROUGH INVESTIGATION
NOT MUCH REMAINED DUE TO SAME DAY CREMATION

EVA MOVED TO RICHMOND,  THEN ONE NIGHT AT A BALL
SHE ATTRACTED A RICH WIDOWER HANDSOME AND TALL
WITHIN A FEW MONTHS THEY WERE JOYFULLY WED
WITHIN A FEW MONTHS HER HUSBAND WAS DEAD
AS THE SURVIVING SPOUSE SHE WAS AWARDED HALF
SMIRKING DISBELIEVERS GIGGLED AND LAUGHED
SNIDE REMARKS AND WHISPERS TO HARD TO BREACH 
SOLD ALL OF THE ASSETS AND MOVED TO PALM BEACH

THEN ONE NIGHT AT A CHARITABLE AFFAIR
SHE MET A OLD GENTLEMAN,  A MILLIONAIRE
IN A QUICK ORDER THE TWO WERE ALL SMILES
THEN WED, OFF IN A YACHT TO ROMANTIC ISLES
NO ONE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED NEXT
THE OLD MAN HAD DROWNED SO SAID THE TEXT



EVA NELL (2)


SOMBER AND SAD SHE RETURNED TO PALM BEACH
A GREAT FORTUNE WELL  WITHIN HER REACH
COLLECTED INSURANCE AND HER MARITAL SHARE
THEN OFF TO EUROPE WITH NARY A CARE
IN-LAWS DEMANDED THE EVENT BE INVESTIGATED
TO LATE, THAT VERY DAY SHE HAD HIM CREMATED
AGAIN SNIDE REMARKS AND SUSPICIOUS CRIES
CAUSED HER TO MOVE  FROM PRYING EYES

SHE MOVED TO MIAMI WHERE THE BEAUTIFUL MEET
FREQUENTED SOUTH BEACH A MAGNIFICENT TREAT
POOR EVA NELL MORE GRIEF FOR HER TO SURVIVE
SUBSEQUENTLY LOST HUSBANDS  FOUR AND FIVE

THEN ONE NIGHT WHILE CROSSING THE STREET
SHE WAS NEARLY STRUCK EXCEPT FOR THE FLEET
ACTIONS OF A MAN, WHO SWEPT HER INTO HIS ARMS
CULTURED AND URBANE GIFTED WITH CHARMS
ENRAPTURED , SHE INVITED HIM TO DINE AT  HER PLACE
WITHIN A FEW DAYS THE TWO IN CONSTANT EMBRACE
SHE SAID TO HIM, YOU I MUST MARRY
OFF TO RENO NO TIME  TO TARRY
AT A SIMPLE CHAPEL, THEY BOTH SAID I DO
SHE HAD FOUND HER LOVE HONEST AND TRUE

SHE WAS TRULY HAPPY, BEAUTIFUL AND RICH
A FEW MONTH LATER SHE WAS FOUND  IN A DITCH
THEY SAY SHE WAS DRIVING FAR TOO FAST
OTHERS SAY SHE WAS CAUGHT UP BY HER PAST

HER BEREAVED HUSBAND WAS SOON  REWARDED
TO ALL THE RICHES EVA NELL HAD EXTORTED 
JACK WAS A BEAUTIFUL BABY LATER A TEEN
BECAME A MODERN ADONIS AS EVER BEEN SEEN
FOR ALL HIS CHARMS AND ROMANTIC SIGHS
SOME SAID THERE WAS EVIL BEHIND THOSE EYES


 



Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2015

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