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Creeping on my windowpane
peek into my heart, them I refuse
Awake, I fear their unknown recluse
They wind my shivering fears in threads
and let them curl till they squeeze to last bead
haloed drops disperse from my window
my anxieties engulfed afloat like paper boats
spiral dreams bubble from the breeding-box valley
my room lit with their playful exuberance
Ah! One tendril I catch at last y
It lends me a hand to ascend l
we swivel from bedside and f
Afar, bursting light brewing hope
across the county line
Rhapsody of enchanting mid nights
the old gatekeeper that sings
white patches melt in golden hues
dreams tiptoe through mauve skies
treasures of crimson opera, I unlock
memories blush revealing dim chandeliers
they become more mine than I am
then lull me to sleep as I release
the effervescence dancing to beats
in the ballroom of my subconscious mind
like reclined paper planes in azure clouds
that spiral love on their paper boats
as snowflakes in the city that never sleeps
June 10, 2020
Spiral Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
~Premiere Contest Winner: 1st Place
the list that was a fist
a) it is possible
b) it is inevitable
chained to a million pleasures
an astonishing compendium of compulsions
honed bright with a fool's ardor
the kind you'd wish for in a movie script
undulating at the tar pits of amor
the land rich with autographs
bruised and humiliated reciting the alphabet
backwards on the curb with Officer *****
a limited perspective but not without its ironies
blazing trails to metabolic equilibrium
using every crutch and cane there is
to seek out and embrace ignorance
in a fanciful play of medieval shadows
colliding with the grace of mosh pit elbows
and that pretty much nails it
the rest is a problem of amplification
if looking can blind you I'm blind
he seems to have a button gone missing
ripe to the skies with the stink of deduction
hell was upon us and none grieved
in statistically relevant numbers
apparently they had finally reached
the bottom of the barrel
we still wage war upon feudalism
good advice for any century or cemetery
touch something holy once in a while
and mighty Thor will wing above
ah sure right uh huh you bet
needing humor the wires tried to sing
the blades of the switch bit the anode
all is broadcast everywhere right now
on all the boogie woogie coordinates
how's that for karmic indifference
some curse some utter gratitude
may the good fairy console you
and turn the illusion of warmth
up a little higher
since it hasn't yet been made a crime
to destroy your own mind
until the foundations of the world
thunder and come apart like cooked meat
but working on the problem
is better than nothing
even if you really don't know
all that you think you know
even if hideously scarred in battle
a terra cotta bust hot from the oven
smelling of sulfur and bruises
tempted by radiance and music and poetry
which could get you jailed tonight
so pretend you have wide angle vision
under a curse with an escape clause
in varying pedantic proportions
for another illegal exit
from Average and its Law
played to hI fives all around
kindling fires of rebellion
the Metaphor League saw to it
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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postman delivers -
caterpillars soon
to burst into beauty
People look and critique ME,
By everything my words and my MANNERISMS.
It’s kind of hard not to have MANNERISMS.
When, I was raised by, A MAN.
I guess because my father says,
“I should be A MAN”,
I have only my father to teach me
What, I need to be TAUGHT.
The toys he BOUGHT
OUGHT,
To be for a child, or a soon to be A MAN.
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
People wonder why I look like A MAN.
I talk like A MAN.
I walk like A MAN.
I dress like A MAN,
I also date the same sex as A MAN!
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why am I looked down UPON?
Because my father wanted to have a SON
But, treated my like the son he never HAD!
All I knew was DAD
Why didn’t I HAVE?
The same toys my friends HAVE!
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why couldn’t I grow up to be NORMAL?
Why do people look at me like I’m ABNORMAL?
I am as NORMAL,
As the next ABNORMAL
Child, growing up without a CHOICE.
I feel pain too, I also feel REMORSE!
But yet no one feels my REMORSE!
Maybe it is their CHOICE.
Yet I don’t UNDERSTAND!
I didn’t buy anything that was BOUGHT!
I learned to fight as my father bred me to,
And to fight, as he had FOUGHT!
But it was my father gain and my LOST,
Yet I still don’t UNDERSTAND!
Why? Was I born a girl?
Yet I was BRED A MAN!
"Hear me." that’s how it always starts. Some loud mouthed tyrant stepping on the backs of his followers, to throne the salted vigor of his speech.
"Hear me!"
"Follow me into this place, unknown maybe, but full of gifts to those willing to take it from the mouth of destiny, I assure you. The FATE that you…Yes YOU have earned with your blood, your sweat, your SACRIFICE! For you have left the bed of your woman, to fight for your country, for your KING! Do you not deserve the respite of hunger, of shelter? Have WE not earned that?”
And the crowd’s hungry stomachs tremble beneath the throe of desperate and determined screams both invoked and festered by the name they call KING; who seeks only to grip a longer whip, to reach further than the crown before him.
"Hear me!" "So I may show you the way, to freedom!”
The lash of a tongue, is sometimes much stronger than that of a whip..
for it is much more deceiving.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
Is as expected, to the formal and the normal experience the glue that holds my mind.
Several shoes for severed mules. March the raging fingers typing up, while re-hatching
time. Raining thoughts of being , never slowly conceding , now retrieving memories placed
a bowl of cold food. Eat the walls between them, callosities and reasons. Tell it to the
spoon , the moon is waiting on you.
Constantly, seems to fall for thee. Heroic sheets of apathy and air. Kept this captive,
shaven him, her and you. Used for being, untapped for seeing, here’s forever. Now I’ll
never criticize the definition of an often forgotten youth .
This a speech of thought , under candle light and ropes. 45 degree angle, hanging down
grasping for air. A reality breeding imagination , seeming normal just in cased in
abnormal fears. The power to suggest this, my feelings, my soul, my you. To my every
aspiration, peeling thoughts of inspiration, off my muscles, off my bones.
It’s ready for illustration, I’m bleeding with concentration. Engaging the norm, to show
the will of my truth.
A farmer in my location I am
Wise and knowledgeable I innovate
Today I grow fish in calabash of beer
They are happy swimming, eating
Aquarium of beer is natural home
My fish grows fat and foolish daily
And when I harvest for meals and sale
My fingers and arms they bite not
I want all farmers to imitate me
This is a good business for our times
The fish you grow in beer aquariums
Eat and drink whatever is given
Fellow farmers, come along with me
Let us grow fish in calabashes of beer
Good Breeding
by Rick Rucker
Has love always been?
And if not, when
Did it come to be,
Was it just recently?
Maybe better if I'd seek
Why it makes our knees so weak.
Is it merely our vanity,
That causes this insanity?
Is it necessary for mankind
To become dumb and blind
Disregarding not only nationality,
But seemingly all rationality!
Would we not stay together
Were it not for the tether
Of the death that lets us live
The curse that can take, and give!
If you had a choice,
Would say “Yes,” and rejoice,
Or maybe grumble “Nay,”
Quickly turn, and run away?
Perhaps it is a matter
If a man, then the latter?
Women must be more committed,
Men can be so “nitwitted.”
If we waited to have men
Decide to want kids, then
We would cease to be a nation,
Gone in a generation.
Guys all think it won't be tidy
When they have to change a “didy.”
Forgetting that theirs were changed,
History is re-arranged
Perhaps for love there was a need,
So that men would heed
Their feelings for women, forgetting heirs,
So that they will stay as pairs.
Love may yet save the planet,
Too bad that we can't can it,
Without love, the man's creed:
Don't stay long, and do not breed!
Love can make that obsolete,
Love can make him a partner sweet,
Love can show it's not too bad,
To be addressed as “Dad.”
we are not the one opposed to strange love,
we live in a world of same sex weddings,
but a fish eagle’s romance with a dove,
would be a thing of tabloid news headings!
What about park bench with frog and a snake?
cuddling like teens with lips locked in a kiss?
you would perhaps say it is a mistake,
potential meal in romance with a hiss!
If animal kingdom adapted our rules,
You may see a fox in date with rabbit,
or mares trying to impress handsome mules,
or a zebra and lion co-habit!
would be politically incorrect,
to even denounce cross species romance,
species will emerge that will look suspect,
you can’t identity with single glance!
It is hard to say what lies in future,
for now animals follow the gene code,
so please let it be, not tutor nature,
or else a cobra may look like a toad!
Written 26/11/2020
to oppose human experiments at creating creatures that nature did not plan to create, causing much hardship to them in the name of science!
Not long will it be when the grass
Be nothing more than sand.
And forests through where rivers pass
Are but a barren land.
Not long until the songs of birds
Be just a memory,
And rats that dwell under the earth,
A last breath they will breathe.
Not long before the lion's roars
Be relics of the past.
And grasslands where the gazelles roam
Turn into wastelands vast.
Beasts that hide in machines' form
Purge lands with ruthless greed.
The human monsters that lives on
Their own kin they will eat.
Crops that serve their money lust
And buildings that stand tall.
Destroy what nature's given us
Make cannibals of us all.
A world that's run by selfish swines,
Corrupt and filled with lies.
The truth they bend and intertwine
All is money in their eyes.
Death is closer than we think
If we don't try to change.
The whole world in extinction's brink
Our forests must be saved.
We should learn how to coexist
And conserve what we must.
If not, our world will fade to mist
And be engulfed in dust.
Destroy all of your greedful hate
With love for mother earth.
The future in our hand's been laid
Preventing the great dearth.
Bob’s Breeding Services
By Elton Camp
To supplement farming’s meager pay
Bob came up with a fairly easy way
It was hard for neighbors to keep a bull
Seldom used, but must keep his belly full
So Bob put his bull out for folks to hire
For the stud, they often came to enquire
One day, while Bob was gone to town
His next door neighbor came around
It was, for him, quite an awkward case
About a matter, the wife he had to face
“Tell me what it is you want,” she said
The neighbor’s face turned bright red
“It’s about him impregnating my daughter.”
Sweat dripped from his face like water
“For using the bull, fifty bucks is the fee,
The charge for that, it’s Bob you must see.”
Can there be a heart that pleases out there?
Come and sing for me an opera song
This beer has captured my brains
And now I sit with all my worries before me
I am drowning into earth each time I pursue tomorrow
I have tried all formulas that come with age
I found only one to be good but is yet to be tried to the end
That of loving your God even past your death
That of working so hard to earn a good life, I dropped it
After realizing that those who summoned me to work so hard,
Were the ones living pretty
That of trusting left me sick for quite some time
Realizing I was breeding cheats through my trust.
I met those who burnt my heart with ceaseless apologies
Who never cooled down the hardness of their hearts
I am dropping this last sip into the depth of my brains
Which I have known of it causing harm to others but,
Calming down my agony.
Is there a heart that pleases out there?
Please come and sing for me an opera song
I am afraid I will soon be called into madness and,
My children will cry even to their graves
If I had a garden I would lay down roses and,
Ask them to praise me in the day.
That I have lost my calendar, I now live like a prisoner waiting for his day.
It shall then be proved that I was worth but not accepted
I was accepted but not notified.
Sing me more of opera songs please
It is good to be lost in music than on the streets
For you find a word that pleases than the hearts the streets hold
A thief takes everything from you
Even the joy that lies in your heart, he takes.
We, the human race
have been breeding, with to much pace
as our planet, is in such a disgrace
and now we have, real mud on our face
We think, that we can eat money
but we destroy, the bees that make honey
and take down forests, that make life sunny
for the greed of money, sending all life down the dunny
An unending war caused by those who deceive,
greedy men spreading lies, sowing their seeds.
All of society left in the dark.
Governments merge and start to embark.
The greed of success is more dangerous than failure.
Let's pray it's not hopeless to change this behavior.
What could it be that creates such a hunger?
Where is the innocence we possess when we're younger?
Loss of morals inbred so all become frail.
The paranoia is spread to make us hide from ourselves.
The extinction of all that is true, I foretell.
Damning our souls to a fiery hell.
in the screen door
a small hole
corruption forms its disorderly queue
black fuzzy questions marks
walk on segmented legs
spindly limbs pry into disrepair
lay slick eggs in dabs of dirt and dross
incursions creep unnoticed
until what was clean is mixed
with the dead and decaying
some rot easily scoured
yet as time swings its metronome
small bodies are secretly grown
from the ceiling
darkly smudged miniscule things
hang
dangle
and spew
nothing gross yet to the eye
a festering unseen
miniscule excavations
where
grubby nests
will soon wiggle forth
and teem.