The Streetlight
I stared outside my window,
I looked at the hills and sky.
I noticed the reflections in the lake
And the winding road nearby.
I saw the distant flickering lights
Blinking a million times a minute,
Flashy cars passing by,
And a tiny boat with people in it.
I silently bore witness
To the life happening in front of my eyes.
For a moment, I think I understood
What it meant to be a streetlight—
To stand still in chaos and not flinch a bit,
To know all the stories but tell no one of it,
To be serene and calm in the middle of the mess,
Sometimes dark, sometimes bright,
Glowing more, flickering less.
I’ll be like a streetlight on your journey,
You'll rest for a bit in my illuminated veil.
For since you have come, you’ll also go,
And none of us shall sing of this tale.
Disparate, she commented,
The word reverberating
As fond music, with pleasant
Measures and tingly tones --
And should we not be open
To others’ voices, divergence of
Thinking? As with clear-eyed
And blinking, a look-see is worth
The now, hoping, anticipated
Enlivened journey of daring
Vistas, elongated dimensions --
Spirit/mind ever on the hunt for
Spirit/source – life is a series
Of Lost And Founds...squares
Seeking their counterpart rounds --
Not diametrically opposed, just
Points and edges making intriguing
Bounds – but never a harmony all
Quaking Spheres. Simply enjoying
A unique volume of eyes, noses, voices
And pert little ears.
slowly sinking
pressure losing patience
lilts to linger longer
'oo' lolls in the mouth
like a boiled lolly
'ze' slinks away, snakily
dark muck, surface glossy,
dares you to enter
gravity blinking a warming
I wait longer than planned
watch control become sticky
I learn to play with it
Blinking A calling all cars
Annoying D barking incessantly
Where is the C on this distorted musical scale?
Bare breast in my face, I zip my mouth into woodwork.
B for breast, not breasts, as there is only one here.
Cut away from the body, so I doubt she lived
Whoever she was. Bloody business this alphabet.
It comes to me often, insisting.
I stay off the side streets, for they are murderer’s fodder.
Blinking A does not stop any cars tonight.
The predators are on foot. Killing P, M, O, and J
In alleys behind dumpsters. The world has gone ape sh*t mad.
Frosted cookies shaped as stars, crosses, bells, and trees.
Insatiable Christmas carols waft in the background.
Enormous assortment of glittery holiday cards.
Mechanical Santa’s workshop with elves holding hammers.
Twelve foot tree glistening with animated bubble lights.
Grandchildren sneaking pieces of divinity and chocolate fudge.
Cherry red nose blinking a cheery hello from mounted Rudolph head.
Dazzling angel in rhinestone dress smiles from mantel
Jesus’s manger being manipulated by three year old, sitting on floor.
Most try to not fall over her as they run through chasing each other.
Moms are in the kitchens. Sisters tonight, laughing like children.
Daddies waiting for it to be over. Grandpa sleeping loudly. Merry Christmas!
Written 11-26-2020
Contest: Christmas
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
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Here on the night before yesterday’s dream,
twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream,
happily taking a seat
Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing,
strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring,
blinking a wink at the moon
Tulips with tambourines gather around,
spider web chandeliers glow
Shade tree sonatas, a wonderful sound,
echoing up from below
Pine cone recitals and blueberry sighs,
star dust ovations in rhyme
Choruses sung beneath velveteen skies,
harmonic three quarter time
Orchestral canopies glisten above,
melodic rainbows the view
Performing songs written solely of love,
played on this evening for you
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I reposted this one because.....I really liked this one. : )
Twilight composers
Here on the night before yesterday’s dream
Twilight composers retreat
Laughing at whispers a’ flow on the stream
Happily taking a seat
Practicing meadowlark lyrics to sing
Strumming a toadstool in tune
Awaiting the light that the fireflies bring
Blinking a wink at the moon
Tulips with tambourines gather around
Spider web chandeliers glow
Shade tree sonatas, a wonderful sound
Echoing up from below
Pine cone recitals and blueberry sighs
Star dust ovations in rhyme
Choruses sung beneath velveteen skies
Harmonic three quarter time
Orchestral canopies glisten above
Melodic rainbows the view
Performing songs written solely of love
Played on this evening for you
Good Night Soupers
Thinking 2.o
Blinking a perfect word over flow....though I over throw my critical mind thinking...
but still blinking thinking 2.o...here we go....the square root of the connection to my mind and to these words is 2.o of my thinking process which solves for X...
bringing my eyes to start blinking paragraphs like algebraic math equatic polluted solution now I'm shooting my loaded word weapon clip Run....For fun I write....
I empty my mind 'til I feel right.....I eat words in the morning...afternoon and at night....it's tight compact words that interact but never lack or give slack to my
critical mind...which makes my eyes start blinking but I'm still thinking 2.o....woa!
By: Peter T. DeSpirito
I know you have to leave, so go now, love
I'll be waiting here for you, it's okay-
And missing you doesn't start instantly
Since your presence lingers, for a short time
Like the afterimage on your retina
When you've been looking at a light too long
And see it even after turning away
But after blinking a few times realize
You've been standing alone in the darkness;
Somehow the shadows crept in unnoticed-
They must have snuck in with the cruel silence
That mocks me every time I'm without you
So hurry back to me soon, my sweet love
Come back to me, please, come back to me
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