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Blog Posted:6/23/2013 12:55:00 PM
Hi everyone, I hope you will join in on my new Contest, honoring Poets who have been muses to me, whose work has inspired me. The page only allowed for 2 but I will put more here so you have more choices.
A Solstice by Rueben O.
Thoughts of death mourning a loss,
one after another, like falling hailstones cracking the tiles
of the substance of things not seen but feared. I could Care less
God... it's the longest night of my years Caught in the toils
of doubts, of despair, of the sound of falling ice
that reverberates inside my faith in sudden slices
and outside this pen for sheep-raising still in fertile soil
I fail to get over the fence without a stile
Impotent to kiss resignation's toes
advocated by those who want my obedience and my tithes at all costs
A version of the interpretation of the oral traditions already translated into lies
Greeks, Romans, Monarchs, Despots, Rulers, Reformists, Stoics...
Impotent to listen to the duty of the silken stole
that pulls my crackling faith into its coils
Impotent to accept sacred writings chosen by lot
Impotent of praying more and thinking less
Impotent to breathe, to see, to walk through wind-blown salt and s i l t
measuring a time...dark and lost
A profuse bleeding from a ruptured soul refusing to clot
Thoughts of death like tears of ice
when the electrocardiogram yells h h h
e p e p e
l l l p ...Where will be the lice
to suck my sins and tics?
to cough and gag and vomit my unfulfilled temptations into a cist?
My time of death has expired long time ago. Do you noticed it?
Do you care about it?
Thoughts of death tickling upon my bare soles
I'll be nobody without a tag swaying from my toe
The night at its farthest point from the Sun and still so close
I need to believe it
God, You need to believe it
I can kill you if my faith is lost
Bank Shot By Debbie Guzzi
ruptured, full to the bursting point
the stream worried its bed
gouging the earthen banks
harrowing the wary weeds
propelling the fish ever faster forward
the fluids of life
and seek a always a merging
Reference Rueben O.'s Verse Solstice concept referenced rupture
Retrogration by Yasmin Khan
My being is broken and fragmented
Into a thousand conscious pieces.
Each breathing its own troubled breath.
Gasping on inadequate oxygen,
Given to it by the fragmented whole.
My shrink may call it a nervous breakdown.
But for me it is a depression,
Of the highest, of the deepest
Whose roots know not the whole
Feel not the whole.
The thousand grey cells vibrate
In its own individual frequency
The buzz is a pandemonium
No synchronicity in its movement
Thought processes of a hundred different reactions.
Thus a hundred numerous equations
That cannot be equated to an ultimate reason
Floundering, groping for a rational return.
White Noise by Debbie Guzzi
On and on the sound goes
the source undetermined
the result glass shattering
the book thrown across the room
lands in a pile of dirty laundry
The sink which is full of dirty dishes
raises a stink, but I don't care.
Rice, white rice, bland boring
tiny, bits like me, flavorless like me
hot or cold is of no matter for I matter not
and still the sounds haunts, agitates,
taunts me, the bed speaks, the pillow calls,
the darkness envelopes and soothes all.
Will I be missed? Am I missed?
I don't care!
Referance: Yasmin Khan's Verse Retrogration [The buzz is a pandemonium]
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