Best Gage Poems
Will Thee walk with me tonight ?
Amongst the spirits of Twilight
Gothic verse we wilt recite
I wilt gage not to bite
Wilt thee with me slowly dance ?
As we descend into lover’s trance
With thy charm thee doth enchant
Speak thy wishes
For thee I’ll grant
Both frozen in the midst of time
Our soulless bodies wilt entwine
Flush lips of blood sip scarlet wine
On those lips I yearn to dine
Permit my domination, let reality depart
Allow me to enter thy beauteous blackened heart
I implore thee anon, mine beauty of dusk
Within is a hunger, replete with lust
Cometh let us now abscond
Dip our toes in reaper’s pond
Milk the moon so we may swim
Filling it’s juices to the brim
Bathe with me in lacteous splendour
Mine hands around thy waist so slender
Our bodies melt to form a bond
And as we fuse I doth respond
So bid me now to take thy hand
And lead thee to a world so grand
We will liveth still into this night
Eternally dancing beneath spellbinding moonlight
Open doth my soul and thine own breath bequeath
for here in this realm of mine, none else exists
gage me in dear moon, for I hunger here beneath
the ribboning rays of blue, come be my Deist
Open doth my mind and thine own thoughts ingrace
for over there the world is whole again
no wars, no diseases, no hatred of men on each face
sewing stars on God's breast, let us whisper Amen !
Open doth my heart and through thine own hold true
like the northward river of cane that flows through me
keep me aligned to your light and I will never be blue
as long as I have you close, I will always be free
Open doth my soul and thine own breath bequeath
gage me in dear moon, for I hunger here beneath
On a bright sunlit morning, washed brilliant with clover,
the day was alive with complacency, as color.
The day had no reason to quiver off course.
A cat in a tree, was stalking a bird,
and people were rising, to go off to work.
No one was thinking of nuclear things.
Below, in the trenches, a watchman has wandered,
checking a gage, and turning a page, of an old manual cover.
He scratches his head, and ponders a problem,
wondering how numbers could be out of order?
His heart rate goes up, his blood pressure rises.
He is wise to a problem and soon he's alarmed
He sets off the buzzers, but knows much too late,
the tremor he felt, was not only his own.
But instead, is the syndrome, we've always ignored,
Something horrendous.........Oh, God, what will come,
of the innocent families who live in the zone?
People arising, beginning their day
who scurry their children, in a rush off to school.
and husbands who carry a lunch in their pail,
punching a time clock, to work at the mill.
Just an ordinary day, in the lives of the men,
women, and children who live 'neath the hill.
"The Hill", that will bring them the end of the world.
Living their lives, on a tightrope so thin,
daylight begins, but how will it end?
A tremble so mild, invisible wave,
has seeped from the waste, with a radiant hand,
to swollow landscape, and burn with the sun.
As heart rates get higher, blood pressure rises,
the tremor we feel, is that of our own.
Oh, God, what becomes
of the innocent targets who dwell in the zone,
men, woman, children......who live 'neath the hill?
"The Hill" that will bring them the end of their world.
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The China Syndrome For Contest: "Equations"
POST HALLOWEEN
I’m a talkin’ bout them trick-er-treeters last night!
Dang kids cum up on tha porch –
Cum by the bus-loads
Up on tha dang porch!
“Trick er treet!”
Them dang squealee little voices!
Don’t trust none on ‘em
While maw’s a passin’ out nuts ‘n apples ‘n candee ‘n
stuff
I’m ridin’ shotgun a sittin’ on tha porch swing
I’m talkin’ bout a genyouwine 12 gage babee!
Oh it’s not a couple extree candees i’m wurreed bout
It’s them dang Jones twins
Honriest kids ever
An ya caint tell ‘em with the masks ‘n all
Weel tha brats knowed some better ‘n ta come
beggin’ on our porch last night
but this mawrnin whin I waked up look out tha winder
At first I thunk it snowed durin’ tha night
Nope!
Twas a charmin sight
Bout fifty rolls
Teleporting into your giant...galaxy
Eclipsed in time...lost in outer space.
Jumping from start to star
While...holding one captive.
My love comets...yearning...your quaker body,
As...asteroids...attack my sensitive...soul.
A magnetic field...forces my decisions,
Drawing me to a darker abyss.
I gracefully...gravitate toward your love planet.
The captive...star illuminates my path,
Your moon beckons me to stop by and plant my flag.
I orbit your planet for a moment,
Radioactive pulsars...playfully signal,
For my astronomical...atomic landing.
I land on your constellation...beauty;
I touch and tame the milky...way.
Commencing to explore the black...hole.
We make love on a bed of stars,
Looking...like two stuck...satellites in orbit.
My rocket’s fuel gage is full.
I’m about to blast...off.
T-minus: 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1..lift off.
I’m shooting...stars...as you meteor...shower
And my mind goes into nova...
Does humanity ever change?
He deceives the people; claims he is a king.
Hang him on a cross would be just the thing.
They do not confess the truth of the church.
Burn them at the stake or worse.
Make them wear an arm band.
Then gas them throughout the land.
They are enemies of the state.
Thus, the gulags they create.
They do not comply with the revolution.
Eliminate them is the one solution.
Ban a book, delete an account,
Silence voices of decent.
Only allow majority assent.
For a man can only speak, what a man can think.
In these current days and times,
Government and media have combined,
To assault the language; thus, our minds.
Control the language, control the mind.
For man can only speak, what a man can think.
Folks let fear take them over.
Succumbing to popular notions;
Believing they provide protections;
Blinded by cowardly inventions.
Forgetting all of histories lessons,
Regarding dangerous insurrections,
Claimed by men seeking self-elevation.
Yet, there is no way to gage the power;
Of one man unwilling to cower.
Who stands up strong at the fateful hour;
Resisting wrongs of a throng’s clamor.
For a man can truly speak, when a man can think.
Beating their wings hard against the wind
stars spring out soft, then slowly rescind
Unwinding their colors round fur line trees
the world as we know it falls at their knees;
Supernatural scents permeating the air
diffusing their magic with charm and with flare
Utopian eyes that wander then mirror
cool crystal waters that cloak and transmit her
Down in the orchard a butterfly sprite
with emerald wings to gage through the night
They dance and they flutter on wings of slow butter
hovering gentle to hither and skitter
inside a dominion of archmage enchanters.
A carpet of flowers surrounded by magic and dew,
slow sip aromas of chamomile essence & feverfew.
True love is kind-
a gift to find;
with take and give-
at ease, two live.
Four eyes must see;
four ears set free
to hear and know
each joy and woe.
On open page,
both sort and gage
what ways are best
to meet the test.
To put self last
may seem too vast;
but lets both gear
to earn top tier.
True love must send
firm sign to fend
fear it will sway-
and melt away.
With mind and soul
love wins the goal;
when it is true-
will bind like glue.
Glorious spring sunshine kiss my limbs as they sprout
With each opening bud, "I'm so alive" I want to shout
April showers cling to me as I drink each delicious drop
Hopefully chosen by blue jays to build their nest atop
Caterpillars and ants tickle me as they crawl to and fro
Nothing sweeter than watching everything around me grow
Come sit under me, take a break from the hot summer sun
Join me as I watch the baby birds leave their nest one by one
Let's marvel at the beautiful butterflies that flutter all around
The music of my friend the humming bird will surely astound
Smell the delightful fragrance of all the many flowers in bloom
Capture the magic nearby of a newly wedded bride and groom
I'm bursting with colors of yellow, orange, red, gold and brown
I proudly smile each time one of my leaves cascade down
Laughing children make my day as they roll in my splendor
You taking my picture makes this memory much more tender
Scurrying squirrels truly fascinate me, as my acorns they hide
Forgotten ones will one day be my saplings, I'll burst with pride
Snow flakes have delightedly dressed me in a suit of white
City folk string me with lights, I boastfully light up the night
Skaters whipping by me, their energy and actions are compelling
I feel so very blessed to have been rooted within this dwelling
Come and join in the festivities and beauty of each and every season
Become a memory on my branches, I can't think of a better reason
*Dedicated to the 50-80 year old trees in Gage Park, Brampton
This old car written by a parky ,
I have a friend Denitia
A lovely lady she is
I rang her up one morning
To see if she was in
We decided to have some fun
In an old reck of a car
So off we went
With tools in hand to find this old car.
This car was for the crusher
It had no seats or wheels
But we put our heads together
And started to build
We worked on this old car all day
And found some good old wheels
We sorted out the puncher
And polished up the steel
They all come up such a treat
All sparkling with a gleam
And then when we looked with in the car
There was no seats to be seen
So of we went to have a fined
And there to our amaze
Was an old pink push chair
That will do as a seat
We needed a front seat
So that we could drive
She put it in excitedly
And decided she would drive
We realised it need a battery
And found one on the ground,
We checked it out
and to our surprise
It started up the car
We both jumped in, And of we went
Not knowing we're to go
And this old car went chugging along
And never let us down
The radio was blaring
The music so much fun
We sang along in rhythm
To the 70 s songs
We followed along the rd
And vagus did we find
It was all lit up and all aglow
With beautiful fairy lights
We parked the car,And wondered around
We had so much fun that night
There were saloons and bars
And dancing to ,all through the night
We had so much fun,We wanted to stop
But had to get on our way
We wondered back to the car
But we had lost our way
We both could not remember ,
were we parked the car
This poor old cars gone missing
It's a jaguar
It's blue and brown ,
it has got lots of rust
And has a beautiful pink drivers seat,
It sing all the songs that you can sing
All from the 70s
So if you find a car , that's blue and brown
And lots of rust you see
And that it's a jaguar
That sing along to the 70s
Please look after this old car
It's to good to be crushed
It won't never let you down
Even though it's full of rust
But we have never found it
It's gone from our minds
We just hope that one day
We will hear it coming by
We listen out for the 70s
The songs we so enjoyed
And prohaps one day we will remember
We're we left the car
Sue gage
— I take a dose of my own medicine and gage on my pride. Bitter sweet truth, leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Realization that it's time for me to move on. Admitting defeat, accepting the truth. You are my best friend, as a matter of fact, you have been my only friend for years now. I've been leaning on your crutches and using you as an excuse. Enabled by your constant presence, my loneliness has become my personal sanctuary. Practically giving up hope on everyone else, we hid from our fear. Hiding in our room, where our beds were always made to our liking. Obsessing over solitude; avoiding the entire world. Putting up emotional walls that are only identifiable through our actions. Afraid to open up to people, I limited my emotional availability. Giving it only to you. Being Just a little off, just enough to keep people away. You constantly make me feel inadequate. It's hard to hold my head up high, when you are consistently putting me down. Please understand that it's not you, it's me. I am my own best friend and it's time for me to move on. It won't be easy getting over myself. It's been a blast and I'll never forget you. I'm going to move on and never look back. Reality is only a phone call away and my own head can be a tough place to be. I'm dropping you like a bad habit. This chapter of my life is coming to a close. Farewell old friend. —
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10th Place in SKAT A Contest
Unreason
- by Bob Atkinson
"... ode to those
who teach creative
writing at the
college level,
yet have not the
talent nor
understanding
required
to produce something
worthwhile ..."
to listen graciously
then turn away
feeling for the
first time
wonder at his
sayings
carries burdens
newly minted
for my life on lumpy
pavement
simply put this
wreck of words
drives not my lucid
statements
in fear of simple
castings made
those so hard to
correctly gage
find difficulty in
believing
what should or
shouldn't stand
feed me what to this
date
has not been allowed
percolation
to equate justice
circumcised
against wispy
thoughts berated
metaphors mixed
until complete
that nonsense we all
believe in
can only drive us
deeply down
a path toward firm
unreason
I am so alone in this busy world.
lots of people are around, but know one is known.
In search of light in this darker zone.....
Thinking about the others who are also alone.
loosing my innocence in this crowded zone.
living life to see somone who is mine alone.
what should I write more...
Thinking of that make me think more and more.
so alone so alone so alone.
scared of dreaming,
because when they shatter...
its hard to bare the pain alone
Its hard for any one to be alone
Every one want sum one who is there only there alone.
just to avoide Lonely ness , tried to take a step alone gage and
looked for people not to be alone
but loosing interest in everthing .
more want sumone who is mine ,
which Dosen't Keep me alone.
Have you bought into.the scheme?
That keeps you in debt, to the 1%
The education, The house, the car
I want, I want, I want it all!!
But first, I have to pay off, this college
Tution course.
25,000.00 in a loan hole.
I must get a job, to pay it all off.
Sadly I can't get a job in my field
This was not, apart of the deal.
They told me to get a education.
I would be at the top.
I have to find a job
If it means, pushing a mop.
1 credit card left. I've paid off 3
These interest rates, are killing me.
I wish I took some time, to think things through
The white picket fence, if only I knew.
THE AMERICAN DREAM!!
I had to, pursue.
A mortgage seemed so, unreal at the time
That old French word
Mort- DEAD GAGE- PLEDGE
Plagues my mind.
What was I thinking! I'm not free!!
In debt, I will forever be
I bought the dream- red white & blue
Education, house, car & other things to
Yes I bought the dream, but they sold me a lie
Before you want, a piece of the pie
In debt, we trust till the day we die!!!
I wake up from my dreams
To a beautiful day
The sun is up its like the bloom
Of the sunflower that grows so high
And in my dream it comes alive,
With the flurry of birds flying through the sky
And there I fly by there side ,
Over the hill up so high
Oh how I wish I could go any we're I please
Fly across the ocean, and in among the trees
sit amongst the branches and watch the world go by,
And be as free as a bird,
I'd fly and sit on the canopy
High up in the Amazon,
The forest full of palm trees,
And full of colourful birds
It comes alive day and night
You can hear they music playing
It's is full of life ,
It's free , it's wild , and amazing
The toucan sits , so colourful
There's monkeys swinging high
From the unhurahui tree
As I watch from high
I could fly off to a desert island
And watch the waves roll in
And as they gently roll Over rocks near by
There's a starfish sunbathing
The sea is clear like tinted blue glass
I can see the fish so clearly
There swimming in and out the coral
It's like looking at a painting
There are so many places that i could fly
When I'm in my dream
The world is so full of wonderful things
I only wish I could see them
There is so little time on earth
We can not see it all,
But we can dream a wonderful dream
And hope our dreams come true
Susan gage