Best Hole In The Sky Poems
"Novitiate"
Wading through
turgid mainstream
Novitiate makes her
way to the bottom rungs
of the Clean Team
Where dreams are
captured a.m. p.m. .
on the run with
weeping neutered minds
zero sublime
same old, same old
Asks herself,
“Where’s the substance?
Am I gormless too?”
rewards are Molasses,
Sugar Plums and
Glory, if that's you
It’s like dipping your spoon
in Alphabet Soup
re-arranging letters.
Shirley Temples with
no flaming
Bombe Alaska clue
pour the brandy,
light the flame.
Ignite something,
heart, mind or soul
covert intelligence
wonderful electric
minds pollinating
intellectual beehives,
"where's all the dripping
honey?"
Novitiate dreams
Go punch a hole in the sky
block all emotional rissoles
it’s not a question of
do or die
the Game is called
take-the-ride, at all times
avoid blood-sucking Vampires
Strict insects in an
ultra strict machine
watching their wings
flutter pretty, all beat
in time bang against
a silent wall
koutou three times
It aint about numbers baby
nor who’s who in the Zoo
it’s about writing your story
lock, stock and smoking barrel
keeping it true
Cover all mirrors
old is dead
born is new
Mornings rise with Sun
Fold your cards,
Hearts are trumps
Win-Win
what's done is done
time to de-robe and run, run, run
You're a novitiate skating
daily in your black
Nun's habit, it's way way
tragique, it's all a bit,
"La députée a raconté
une histoire très tragique",
find a new Boo.
Passports,
TRANSIT LOUNGE
Airport
Escape the Zoo.
Time to Do-the-Do
Novitiate throw
off your Black habit
Perfume
Rouge lipstick
New shoes
Yeah, put on your
Kavorka
New You
Double Deluxe Choc Chip
take the double cream
and cherry too.
Escaping the Zoo
True Romance.
OUR STORY
Me and You
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"Temple of Love"/Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/p64wbdRBzjk
(POEM ENTRY)
A SISTER'S LOVE
THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY
Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music
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I wanted to write something in which each successive line had one more letter than the one before; it basically wrote itself :
I
do
not
wish
to see
the sky
before a
bird goes
soaring by
that I may be
at once alive
observing him
soar, turn & dive
no cares, the King
of his high domain
the earth beneath’s
his bejewelled gain
free from constraint
his barnstorming rush
pulls his feathers taut
with a fluttering whoosh
my warm heart takes flight
and my spirit sprouts wings
taking hold my soul now sings
and we soar through the clouds
where the atmosphere’s thinner
my eye’s on heaven, his is on dinner
weaving & dancing cross the skies
our twinkling ‘pas de deux’ surprise
suddenly over, our pathways diverge
when nature defines an inimical urge
on & up he goes as thermals give him rise
and plummetting down I’d slowly realise
my wings are imagined, his beyond surreal
my faithless fall drags me down by the heel
and as gravity takes its inevitable toll
the weight of my heart puts my flight on a roll
convinced more than ever that now I should die
as the bird disappears through a hole in the sky
perseverance and strength overcomes the desire
to surrender my endurance for abandonments fire
heavens continuance calls, without thinking I vie
now to ascend beyond death without questioning why
By His Grace, my spirit lifts mountain high as the dove
To forever dwell in Peace with the King of all the above
Written and posted 07/11/15
by
Bill Lindsay
reposted for Trashed2 contest sponsored by BROKEN WINGS
Hang yourself from that family tree, cut it down build a coffin for you and me. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor. Not the first time I’ve felt the inside of a warm body cavity and understood. Stretch the flesh, and visions told. Prophesies rot within bleached skulls. The sun knows no mercy for its decimation. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor. Drag my belly across that killin’ floor, Welcome lil’ girl this slow death we call life.
Well the fiend’s they cometh from deep within the woods. Filth, filth… divine visions. We’re ganna Bleed upon clover. Consumed by Clouded thoughts, numb tongued with a haunted stare. Moonstruck, finger tips meet broken flesh. Survival, it is a killer. We got Graves without faces and we’re cursed to wander as the sun burns a hole in the sky... Carve me a smile,we got Bones in a pile. What we do in them woods is holy. O’ it feels so good to be washed from sin, that blood of lamb tastes divine. My sweet sweet lord, he’s up above.
It’s a nightmare made flesh kinda’ Sunday. Gatta’ love that velvety God flesh in your mouth. ...And her womb spews forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceit. Black alter. The trail of dead ends at your doorstep, the stream of blood rests at your feet.
Thoughts and Thinking
There’s a hole in the sky through it I run
Living where the sun doesn't shine
The shooting stars disappear in the sun
Looking for something that's just not mine
Now here's a well that won't run dry
I won’t exist on the profits of pride
I'm getting closer to the eyes of a lie
I believe I'm seeing the end of the line
Don't push my back against the wall
All doors locked tight, private lives
Two in the morning all alone in the hall
Dragonfly whispers ” I’m living high”
What's to be when life goes by,
Swirling around like the eight satellites,
Written in dilation with time implied,
Spiraling towards a hole in the sky,
The angels sing while others tend to cry,
A long journey as the soul and spirit combines,
Four edges creased and the universe unifies,
These human habits are left behind,
Kiss and hug with every said goodbye,
Tonight lets dance waiting for stars to align,
For in the end we are the coalesce divine,
Crafted gently but not of an earthly design.
(2017)
Sorrow is the looming sadness
brought forth by the past
through a hole in the sky.
An image within an image.
A scene of a winter window
a young girl with pigtails peers
out of at nothing in particular
but the last hanging ice-sculpture
bowing the gutter above her.
Her eyes are glassy like that
lone remaining vestige of holiday
warmth and heavy like the gravity
wishing away all the promises made
to visit again and keep in touch;
the last gift to unwrap that
her mischievous orange-headed
cousin rips from her hands
and hides away to be discovered
some years later beneath the
stairwell under a calico-checkered
wool blanket, frayed, the day of her
mother’s funeral, with no
accompanying apologies made
as her soft hazel eyes slowly
fasten a river flush with sadness
for her young adult form, slender
and beautiful, to swim through
next summers and all the way
back to the house that stole her
mother beaten to death by the
cancerous sun, so she can
watch once more the icicles gather;
watch as they droop into puddles of
sorrow’s fulfilment drip upon drip.
A murky pond into which an orphan dives.
The celestial succedaneum
is our glory hole in the sky
we insert our hardened psyches
(of course sheathed in
a condom of ignorance, so
as not to be infected
or infested with the ghastly
blandness of verisimilitude)
into it, and
Thrust
while our hardy
imaginations feverishly
imagine
God.
Tornado
The hole in the sky
is just above my house.
I look up...
and see,
that...
"He",
looks
down
at
me.
He keeps His eyes on my every move,
as He knows...
I am truly
lost.
Blue Hole
Caught between a high and a low
Wild winds created
Sneer at my sunlit scenes
In surrender -
Begging to share luminosity nascent -
Slamming clouds together
In tight hollows
Where my interrupted dreams cower -
Unfinished ravished rainbows,
Stuck on jagged mocking torrents,
Find no escape to share
Their arching colors
In hallowed hues
No path to slide upon empyreans of illumination
Or slip through invisible’s elusive seam
Come then gone
In jeering contempt
Blue to azure sapphire atmosphere approaches,
Turquoise tamed in twilight,
Slow rending open a hidden wrinkle
Forming a wide womb
No black hole of taunting lamentations
Like a devouring apocalyptic apparition
Of scorching laughter
Only an ever widening
Hole on wings of blue with serene edges
Sweeping away unholy hollows
Beckoning wide eyes
Look up! Embrace sight
That rises up on eagle’s wings
Shaking off the sneering winds
And mocking torrent’s tantrums
Reside in aromatic views of valley’s paradise
Stretch into enigma’s rubric mystery
Come from nowhere to somewhere morning glory essence
Through my hallowed blue hole in the sky.
5-21-21
Contest: Blue Hole
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Did I hear you right in the noise high
you said to me with a deep conviction,
there’s a bright hole carved in the sky.
I asked you, is it not your imagination?
The pained years uncover on my sight
the full moon fixed on my gloomy sky
turning into a silvery hole in the night.
I didn’t ask my insipid intelligence why.
Did I see right in the deep darkness sly,
I said credibly to myself with assertion,
there’s a bright hole dug in the grim sky.
I didn’t ask myself, is it not frustration?
If in the night the full moon digs a hole
you find no pathway to the moon to walk,
you enter the tunnel imploring the soul
to take you out of the maze you’re stuck.
You said to me in sheer apprehension,
did you do it right in a lunatic confusion
to enter the hole, the mind out of action.
I asked you, is it not soul’s sublimation?
October 25, 2017.
The Sky Is Falling!
Every time I look ‘round
I see more pieces…
Of sky on the ground
And then I espy The hole in the sky
Where the pieces of sky
Have fallen down
No one listens
No One pays heed
No one hears my warning
This time I’m not
Kidding around
The sky really is falling!
sometimes
there's a little hole in the sky
where the lonely dead
just sit above and cry
weeping over memories
peace they need to find
tears turning to a whispering rain
gently falling on loved ones
they left behind
hoping they feel the message
while looking down to catch a glimpse
through the whispering rain
at family and friends
in heaven they truly miss
Form:
The cry
A warm August day
A child
Drawn to the ornamental pool
A surface of lilies
A mother calls
Her child
A face
Whiter than the lilies
Floats in the light
A scream
Pierces a hole in the sky
A fraction of a second
Nature is silent.
Then it gears up again
Ad nauseous
La da di lay
La da di la
Nothing is real,
isn’t that nice?
La da di day
La da di night
Everything breaks,
but it burns so bright-
and when I twirl
the world’s in my eyes…
La da di doo
La da li da
Spoonful of jam
There’s a hole in the sky!
Oh my.
We’re all gonna die!
Sweet sunny love
Deep ocean light
There’s butter on toast
And ice-cream on pie
La da di wrong
La da di right
You can be brave,
but you can never be smart.
It isn’t dark
Just a plight
And there are stars in the night!
Right..?