Best Escape From Poems
Walking all alone through the bleak abyss
The ravens watching from silhouette trees
Inspiration dead, writing I did miss
A dark event put me down on my knees.
In the distance I saw gold rays of light
I hoped and prayed that it was my escape
At forest edge 'twas the sun shining bright
And down below a heavenly landscape.
At the valley below the river flows
Deer herds sip water from clear flowing streams
It's heaven on earth where nobody knows
A Shangri La only found in your dreams.
Lucky was I the right path I did choose
By rivers edge stood my beautiful muse.
Written on 15th November 2019
When there is no inspiration poetry contest
Sponsored by Silent One.
let me write you a song, girl
that i will never sing you
because I'm far too shy
and no, I won't write about the real world
because I've found that the real world
isn't pretty unless you lie
instead I'll sing about the slow twirls
that you and I make
as we dance across my mind
and I'll try to capture how my lips curl
as I try to remember the taste
from that last kiss goodbye
I can't imagine heaven, girl
being anything less
than the peace in your eyes
and I can cope with the real world
if every now and again
I can see you smile
my head has been constantly in that slow twirl
ever since I met you
and I don't know why
but now I long to see your lips curl
logging away the taste
of our next kiss goodbye
Purple facial bruises portrayed how her dreams died,
and purple blurs mocked her heart that numbly cried.
Mute were the many broken layers she kept concealed.
Frozen fears could melt her down if allowed revealed.
Nowhere was anyone in whom she could safely confide.
Her nightmare shared could snare another terror-tied.
Tonight, she’d run with strangers who individually knew
fragments of her whole escape from purple’s purview.
... CayCay
January 26, 2019
Teleological
hypotheses bore me
Tautological phraseology
snores me
A beer and a burger ~
I adore thee
To evaluate my own behavior
from an objective angle
How many rooms
has the emperor?
Enthusiasm and passion
an escape from reality
Meditation in a labyrinth
They have fascinated people
ever since ancient times
A place to get lost,
challenges in the uncertain
inner discomfort, self-reflection
and stress management
Wander restlessly around
in a comprehensive trail system
Trying to find focus,
turn the loss into victory
It's not as easy as it sounds
Fear, swirling and sweat
You live but are not completely sure
how or why
To be deprived
all free tickets in life
The entrance is our birth,
the walk is life
exit is death
***
01.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Ambedo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
2nd place in the contest
Is what I really want to do .
a day will come
when all my anguish
will vanish
and my sadness
turn into happiness
free from the whips and chains
which feeds me with pains
far will i be
from the land
of hatred and jealousy
from the life which inflict me
with emotional agony
and cloths my path
with tragedies and mysteries
lay me a bed of cruelty
but a day will come
when time will look
at me with sympathy
when life will smile at me
for success will be my lover
and failure my enemy
a clean spirit
do not have a place in hell
for heaven is the place he dwells
so poverty i wish you farewell
because am departing from hell
and heaven is my next destination
away from the discrimination
and the intimidation
when that day comes
my night will turn to a day
and the sunshine
will make me a hay
i will enjoy the fruits
of my labor
have happiness every dinner
for i have reached the land
where joy is divine
and all that is beauty
now is mine
wonderful thought seducing me
to my prosperity
for birds only fly
and that is their destiny
i am a mansion
built with wisdom
and furnished with freedom
the doors of my heart
opened to the future
and my hunted past gone forever
escaped from the land of fear
i now live where
life is very fair
conquered the psychological welfare
in my struggle
have i learnt something
nothing can compare
i don't walk with hate
but now walk with faith
The Escape from the Turkish Slavery
(Ukrainian historic folk song)
There broke into the Tartar sprites,
And they captured my daughter, nice,
Marusyna, my daughter, dear,
I remained with one son in fear.
And there came others- my son was enslaved,
And a widow, a poor orphan, I remained.
The third time, they took me too, an old soul...
... a Turk took me to the service,
I began to toil and slave
Serving the foe every day.
The daughter didn’t recognize her nurse
Having given her the works, the worst:
With the hands- to spin the yarn, fine,
With the little feet- to lull the child,
To watch the flock- with the eyes…
They found themselves in one place
All three meeting face to face.
When the daughter was recognized by the mother
And, when also confessed the brother…
They were united with one another.
Then the daughter began to tell the Turk,
That's my brother, this is my mother,
Then, the Turk began to trust them.
He entrusted them with all his goods.
They did everything, not to delude
Thinking, dreaming of their home.
When the Turk and daughter were going to the ball,
They handed the keys from the houses, all;
The son and the mother were taking the golden keys,
The souls of the slaves from the cellars to release,
Saddling the horses to start their way
To travel back home again.
Oh they were crossing the Danube, Dunahj,
The Turks, low-natured, were on a catch-ride.
On the other bank, they shouted:
"Oh Ivan, Ivan!
You know and you know,
And take the infusion of wormwood,
And, you will know even better for good! "
Chieftain Ivan Korsun began to narrate:
"I crossed the Danube River -
Denied the enemy forever! "
(Translation from Ukrainian into English by Ivan Petryshyn)
The Escape from the Turkish Slavery
Escape From a Sinkhole
There is a friend of mine
He is so very dear to me
His smile is like sunshine
Friends we will always be
He has a heart that is very kind
Where others take advantage of
Since love tends to really be blind
Usually the use is mistaken for love
One day when he was helping someone
By pulling that person out of a sinkhole
He didn’t see his ground caving in some
As he pulled, his strength was taking its toll
The one who he was helping, didn’t even see
That the ground around him was caving in
Well I was there, it just so happened to be
So I began to pull him from that situation
He is just about out of that hole right now
As we keep working on setting him free
We will figure it out someway somehow
For him to get above ground eventually
The escape from a sinkhole is hard to do
Unless you have a special hand to lend
Coming from one, you can hold on to
That is only found within a true friend
Florence McMillian (Flo)
Mountains with vibrant floras
Led down to fruit laden orchards
In the verdant vales below.
I heard her then, a syrupy song
Of tender love and feats of old.
I stood beneath an apple tree
As her song wafted on the breeze,
Sliding in and around the fruit trees,
Scattering aromatic fragrance around.
Serendipitously I came onto a small farm.
A small river wended its tortuous way.
A small bridge took me to several patches
Where vegetation grew. I could live there forever.
All around I enjoyed the serenity
That I had craved for but rarely found.
Swiftly night descended as the moon
Rose from beyond the low hills.
How I enjoyed the evening farm food
Where I was invited and then
A good night sleep in their spare bedroom.
But morn came, and grudgingly had to leave.
Back into the heart of the city,
Large edifices, black with age.
Everywhere the smell of stale food, burning oil,
And a hint of smoked marijuana.
O to be rich and escape forever
To my lovely vale, now so far away.
On the run, again
Being chased by rogue police
I got to protest
That I’m innocent
I’m a law-abiding criminal
I mean citizen
On the last exit to wonderland
I ended up all banged up in hospital
After this constant battle
With guns and knives
Another one bites the dust
On my hospital bed, I’m reminiscing
Of how many friend’s I lost
To this urban war
I thank God
That I don’t drink Bourbon anymore
Side effects lets me land face first on the floor
So, that chapter of my life I had to close the door
I’m currently checking my final score
I’m not going back to the lab again
I went from vegetable to a surgical guinea pig
Talk about Frankenstein’s worse nightmare
I’m out again now you can stop and stare…
There's something they need to know
They always seem to be sure
They won't swallow their pride
The loser always wants to be right
What's their matter they sure know
But they don't seem to be sure
'cause they can't face the reality
Buried deep in insecurity
And how long will you escape
The cold truth of reality
And how long will it take
To overcome your insecurity
A castle can't be built in air
Life is never ever fair
When will you realise this?
How many more dreams will you miss?
One more day to pass
10 years have gone so fast
Which day really was a blast?
Now you're escaping from the haunting past
Ask back for your old time
You never were on cloud nine
Tell me about your insecurity
And I'll tell you to face the cold truth of reality!!
It was in the days of Farhan
that death took the form of a man
and before your knell did toll
death usually gave you a call
Sitting in his parlour by the shore,
there was a knock on the door
Farhan jerked it open and beheld the sight
dressed in black and holding a paper stood he,
stood death!!
“Thy time has come” he spluttered
“for you are next on my list”
“so soon?” cried Farhan
who had lived for four scores.
He whimpered and went frenzy
but death stood expressionless.
with laser in place of eyes,
he was nonchalant and apathetic
Farhan thought of his opulent garments
and his stupendous cars, and again he did lament
looking at death with tears baked lips,
he quavered “lets have a feast of my passin”
For four hours they feasted
but he ate and drank intermittently
while looking at death with deceit in his eyes
he watched as death ate to a point of stupor and fainted
Farhan dragged the list of names from his cold hands
and from top to bottom, he displaced his name
feeling happy to have tricked death,
he drank happily to his health.
four hours later,death awoke
then looking at farhan with gratitude said
“for being kind I will add your days to next autumn”
by starting reading my names from bottom.”
looking at the bottom of the list, he read
“Abongobi Farhan ”
then looking at Farhan he smile and asked:
“CAN YOU ESCAPE FROM DEATH?”
Checking the lights on the dashboard when they flash and stay red:
it's the oil that needs to be changed or the engine that requires
maintenance, and in frigid temperatures who would venture outside and get frostbites?
A car is a necessity, a commodity and besides daily pleasure, it may cost a lot indeed.
Running to the grocery store through the backdoor when milk is low,
and guests wait for a fresh coffee pot and you put on a face not so mellow,
and much worse when you forget the roast in the oven...the bird you admire,
and smoke fills your kitchen...you just dial 911 and scream, " My house in on fire! "
But the worst one that can send you into havoc...
when the mean kid down the block throws a rock
and your window shatters and the cat flees with the swiftest animal beat,
but the dog gets vicious and runs after him by exposing his sharp teeth.
Ever forgot to send your mom a Christmas or Easter card?
She'll call you the same day knowing that the Post office won't deliver,
and what her voice will sound like? Soft or harsh, or angry as a bard?
I can imagine the words she will say, " Have you forgotten something, dear? "
These are just few of them that can drive you crazy like wild kids who love to fight
and make you head spin and ache until you sit down and take a break by a lamplight,
" Ouch!" You got burned from the splashing water while draining your steamy pasta...
you complain,"It's overcooked and not al dente!" And like mother you exclaim,"Basta!"
* The word "Basta" in Italian means " It's enough "
When I was a young man,
I was swallowed by a whale.
Like Jonah I found myself
in the belly of the beast
and I too called out to God
from its deep and infinite blackness--
and God released me and
I found myself back in my body
on the shore, my sorrowful face
now warmed by the Sun.
For a long, long time
that whale followed me.
I was never safe,
not even on dry land,
for that beast could go
anywhere, and only the Light,
that unique and wondrous
brilliance not of this world
could clothe my naked soul and
keep that inhuman beast at bay.
[rec'd n/a in Second Chance Contest, 1-23-20]