Best Bolting Poems
Down the gradient of meandering verdant valley
Draining down the dregs of the fading dusk
Beyond the threshold of the wild woods thick
My white stallion gallops in the emerald prairie.
Gossamer gloss sparkles on the supple skin
Wisps of silky cloud swirl on the satin mane
Tossing on swinging waves of the south wind
The equine beauty canters out of my heart.
Bent blades of jade grass sway in sinuous ruffle
In sync with the rhythm of the bolting ivory grace
The tilted hooves hover in the transfixed air
Panorama of motion captured in sublime silence.
Soaked in twilight glow we cross the last pasture
Floating on cascading spectrum of the setting sun
Beyond the glowing horizon of grandeur I see
The portal of heaven opens for my horse and me.
March 30, 2020
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Turkey's on the table, both legs up
Everything was fine, 'til I made the first cut!
The turkey unleashed a "CACKLE!", then jumped onto the floor
All you could see was basted skin, bolting out the door!
"Catch that turkey!!", I screamed,..."That's our evening meal!!"
The neighborhood looked on in awe, while asking,..."What's the deal?!"
The turkey rounded the corner, boy, that sucker was quick
Dashing like a sprinter, pumpin' those massive drumsticks!
It darted down an alley, disturbed a hobo's nap
And there, seated in a corner, he jumped upon his lap!
"Thank you Lord!", the hobo cried..."Today I won't have to beg!"
"Maybe I'll start with a wing, or perhaps I'll have a leg!"
"Put the turkey down!!", I roared,..."That bird belongs to me!!"
All I could see was a tailwind, as the hobo decided to flee!
I chased him down the alley, perhaps a quarter mile
Acting a fool in public, was never quite my style!
We dashed across the freeway, dodging every car
All I want is my turkey, can't stop, I've come too far!
The chase led to a corner, right past a city cop
He stood there like a scarecrow, talk about a useless flop!
Suddenly, it ended, the bum tripped over his laces
He broke his leg quite viciously, in fact, several places!
I woke up the next morning, thank God it was just a dream
With a hangover and an achin' skull, "OUCH!!" is what I screamed!
I looked over at the table, what do you think I'd see?
That same ol' basted turkey, lying there peacefully!
I stumbled to the table, laid that bird in a box
Packed two sides with a bisquit, then staggered on down the block!
I came upon that alley, peeked behind a garbage can
And there, sleeping like a baby, was a ragged ol' homeless man!
I placed the box beside him, never did I say a word
I penned a note which kindly read,..."Hope you like the bird."
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
On the door of every Jewish home
is a sort of 'good-luck charm'
Containing certain verses Biblical
to keep all who come and go from harm
Some kiss it on the way out or in
to deter themselves from acts of sin
Such as bolting their front door to guard
'gainst ragged beggars others bar
To find something that springs to dawning light,
Dazzling in the dark, a diamond in a dusty bowl,
When not really looking, only counting sheep at night
Convert to counting blessings, to cocaine for the soul.
Polished the dreary calcium in the hollow bones,
Driving life through veins laid dormant in complacency,
Our meeting such an architect, laid paths of stepping stones
So obvious, so plain as day, a self-fulfilling certainty.
As if God had blown a kiss and that kiss our dreams had brushed
And caused them knit together as one delicious entity;
Sparks flew, ethereal lasers, bolting painlessly and hushed
Now that we are favoured children in delirious schemes of destiny.
Together we can face re-growth within each others' sphere,
With treasured warmth of love to keep at bay the lonely cold,
I have you and you have me, together we are here
With promises to keep us both, to have and to hold.
I love the call of the most glorious hope,
and of every beautiful tomorrow.
I love the clean scent of lavender soap,
That washes away every single sorrow.
I love the tingling of little girls giggling,
and the softest breeze inside my hair, niggling.
and the feeling of love deep inside my heart,
and the pumping of the blood before you start.
***
I hate the hell of unstable, biased hate,
I despise a conflict between two sisters.
and the tears of young children triggered by fate.
and hot words on skin that sizzle like blisters.
I hate the voice inside my mind, insulting,
I hate the heart in pain, constantly bolting.
I loathe the ceasless conscience inside my soul,
I hate days when I feel like I hate it all-
Cinderella was a starry-eyed lass
Dancing at the ball in shoes made of glass
While bolting for the doors
She encountered waxed floors
And unfortunately fell on her A$$!
For: SKAT*
SHOES contest
The warden’s bewildered, the keeper’s amazed
as the gate gapes behind us, a hole in the haze.
Our steps seem uncertain, the cobblestones crazed,
pearly stars burn above us like pinwheels ablaze.
Though lanterns hang vacant in streets staring blind,
broken paths paved in puzzles compel me to roam,
I’ll not leave you behind.
The cannons keep calling, the piccolos shriek
and the druids drift, drumming, while pale pagans speak.
They’re urging me forward, my senses they’ve mined,
and the trail is erupting, come hie to the hills
I’ll not leave you behind.
The looking glass glistens, a firefly glows,
and the brownies leap lightly on tiny tip toes
for the twilight’s collapsing, which serves to remind
that as dusk turns to dust, with no time for farewells,
I’ll not leave you behind.
The ponies of plunder prance, passing nearby,
as crusaders on stallions cast stones from the sky.
The figments they’re facing have paid them no mind,
but our broncos are bolting. Corral what you need,
I’ll not leave you behind.
My visions are swirling, they flash from the crown,
from the rainbows of summer, the tinsel in town.
While the compass wheel’s spinning, the minutes unwind
inside evening’s auroras – so cling to my cape,
I’ll not leave you behind.
Drooping droplets of wax adorn pinched candle wicks
while the vampire steeple’s cathedral clock ticks
of the terrors in tombs where fagged flames lie reclined
with their flickers fast fading – abandon the glim,
I’ll not leave you behind.
Continued in Part 2
Mischievous Cats
Bella and Shadow nestled in their woven beds on the cat tree.
Bella stretches out her legs and purrs.
"Psst, Psst. Hey, Shadow, are you up for some fun?"
"Sure!” Shadow purred, "What do you have in mind?"
"Let's go tease Peeddie.
Let's see how far he can stretch from his leash.
He is always eager to see us come near;
a stretch from his leash, whip lash for him."
Together, bolting for the stairs, they waited, looking around.
Out the pet door they hurried, down the porch steps and started across the yard.
Shadow caught up with Bella.
They crept ahead with a mission, staying low, using the bushes for cover.
Peeddie lies basking in the sun sleepy against a stake driven firmly into the ground, instead of his pillow inside his home.
Bella and Shadow creep forward through the mulch beneath the bushes,
a twig snapped off to one side.
Bella stared at Shadow and whispered,
"Hush! We don't want to warn Peeddie we're close."
Peedie, arose when he heard the snap, saw the two cats,
with precision, unleash his position.
"Uh-Oh!" Bella hissed and spat.
"W-h-a-t? Oh my gosh! ", Shadow said.
Somersaulted back home; for it had rain the night before and the ground became so soft, Peeddie had pulled out the stake.
Bella and Shadow bolted across the yard back through the pet door up the stairs.
They found out it was better to sleep like a mouse and let sleeping dogs lie.
Moral of the story,
Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
07~10~16
From the sky I drop like two flies
Whirring, swirling in the air so high
Blazing like crystals I come in fire
Rolling like thunder, bolting so dire
From the top you see me fall
Dwindling over you like wishing spirals on hold
Exploding before your eyes, blasting like winter snow
Feeding, fading in diminishing colors
Down the ground I stick and dry
Above your feet, I smell and sit like candlestick
~Another Magical Fairyland Story - The Love Letter - Part 1~
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very late in this winter afternoon
When I decided it was time for me
To do another very early spring cleaning
Even when we were here at Fairyland
Still in the midst of another brutal
But still very beautiful and cold winter day.
Winter here arrived kind of a little too late
If you need to know ( if you ask me)
But I just know that you won't ask me that but
Anyway going back to my story, I went up
To the stairs to my very old attic, which was
A little too dusty again not to my surprise or taste
Which made me cough a lot as I fought and struggled
My way kind of blindly to find the light switch to
Turn on the light. They were spiders webs it seemed
Everywhere and encountered and felt lots of them
Clinging to my face, hair and hands. I just felt like
Bolting out of the attic so fast, specially when I touched
many tiny spiders running and climbing all over my arms
and sweater. I love all creatures big or small everywhere
And of course here at Fairyland, but some of them
I am not particularly very fond of, and some of them are
Snakes, spiders and nasty, scary rats. Now talking about
Snakes, I was not to very happy at all when I turned on
The light and there was one of them crawling very close
To my feet, but thank goodness that it was just a Garden
Snake, but still I got very shaky and nervous after that
Incident. But I gathered all my wits( whatever I had left, lol)
And I just grabbed the poor thing and put her gently out thru
one of the windows of my attic. Some of my window glass panels
were either loose or broken I noticed now and were in need to
be fixed or replaced with new ones. I clearly saw now how the
Snake could have gotten so easily inside my attic.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2017
August.23.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~ Author's Notes:
To be continue very soon in " The Love Letter " Part 2.
"Pet Sit"
When one is involved in “Pet-Sit Panic,”
And all goes wrong you become quite frantic.
Bull dog mated Pekinese,
The union contacted fleas.
Simple mistakes, but problems gigantic.
Just no way to hid all the evidence.
Pekinese scratching while climbing a fence.
The bull dog has swooned,
Barking at the moon,
Homesteading the front door, bolting against.
The only thing left in this race of mine,
Getting passed a swooning bull dog’s front line.
Female gnawing and scratching,
As embryos attaching,
Make haste to the vet. for a pill in time.
For: Pet-Sit Panic
In Honor of: Sharon Tideswell
Something has apprehended me,
I'm intimidated by what I fear.
Petrified of loosing control of me personally,
I couldn't fathom my life to disappear.
The sadness is breaking me down inside,
one blow at a time!
Loosing sight of what is important to me,
maybe that's a sign.
So many thoughts are running though my head,
I can't piece the words together.
Formerly, there used to be direction in my life,
I can't comprehend it, there's nothing left to savor.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Am I walking around in circles?
bolting from the pain.
I can't decipher through the debris in my head,
am I insane?
Shrieking out internally,
loosing track if what is real.
My mind is gradually deteriorating, I see it drifting away,
terror is entirely what I feel.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
Lying alone, locked up inside myself,
tears flow from my blood shot eyes.
The screams restricted within are driving me insane,
Who the hell am I?
What has happened to me? Somewhere along life's road,
I have relinquished all control.
Everything has spun out, like squealing tires in the night,
taking possession of my soul.
I'm slipping further into the darkness
and my surroundings are terrible cold.
Screaming to a crowd without a voice to carry my words,
a fear that my heart molds.
Wishing that I could recognize
and effortlessly adore life's simple treasures.
Numerous memories to visualize, just one more time,
to seize life's unique pleasures.
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The Emote Monologues Series
by Ashleigh Chaka
The steps in my mind
Dear....
l have written this with due diligence that it gets to you quickly,
For you are the only person that l can talk to,
l have been having too many headaches,
l just feel there is some dodging footsteps in these membranes,
l know l am sure
You know l just don't make use of my emotional diagnosis,
Which l have conformed to now and again,
Connoted by the fidgeting of my skull,
My mind surely has become a race course,
l hope you forgive me for not trusting people and for being so silent,
These slight bolting thoughts have been piercing my mind,
Confronting my mother being the quickest to the courageous line,
Wondering if her decisions in life were ever imbibed with my happiness,
If she was ever cognizant of what l wanted...
Maybe l overslept on my grandmother back and missed my alarm,
l have been so certain...
...that maybe lam the sacred orphan with both parents,
...l do not know who to blame for these feelings,
l end up being lost in the maze in my mind,
Well twenty-four years of her absence in my life may have eroded her mother-ness to me?
Too many questions acquiring of my thesis,
l have tried all sorts of discussions with my mind,
But to no avail,
Perhaps you can come into this discussion
What happens if the priceless gift you have in life...
Wakes up the other morning with a price tag??
...Only embedded with the worthiness only equal to our respect?
...Every time l try to resolve this and heal my self,
...the other step in mind steps right on the toes of my angry thoughts,
This is what l have been going through...
Please exonerate this blood pressure...
it's these steps in my mind serving this swollen requisite,
Now l can't move on like always,
Even my legs have had enough,
There are swollen...
Shame for some...
... a misconception of Blood pressure.
Well dear ....
Family pressure.
??+263 784 528 884
steps in my mind
Ashleigh Chaka
Trust an airborne Ostrich like myself with clean wings as the boar
I have seen the lion sing and the songbird roar
But I stood in disbelief behold the bald eagles fly
Above the firmament’s heights implausibly the bald eagles ply
I have seen goats eat fish before nonchalant cats
Fried fish for goats and cats rummage for grass
Trust an arboreal Ostrich like myself gripping a branch with my paw
I entered Reykjavik’s warmth bolting through Hell’s frozen door
Gazing its skyscrapers and esteeming nature
The stroke of its furnace just as hot as Hell’s glacier
Sweat dripped down my eyes as I flew in fear
The reason for the smile is now same for the tear
It must be easy for you to believe an Ostrich like myself
A tiny Ostrich with a baffled heart almost enormous like an elf
Entomb my head in the sand and the funny peril is gone
Just like the soul has no mouth but its food is song
No different from my egg without doors but a chick entered
Same as God tolerant in the beginning but in the end is short-tempered
It must be difficult to trust an Ostrich like yourself
Men dub your views futile but only you know its wealth
Not wings to fly but ask for legs to run and crawl
He that advocates peace’s doppelganger starts the brawl
How far can you fly through turbulence and pours?
Now show them the farthest you can crawl when it rain cats and dogs