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Black Flag

The official name is 
Contrails
No more than condensation

The alternate one
Chemtrails 
poo pooed across the nation

I can't help notice
months go by
With none in sight

Are we to understand
that
No plane has taken flight

Yet, when they
Return
The skies are cross hatched

Such coverage in true
Journalism
Won't be matched

I've discussed it with
My brother who many
topics broaches

When they return
I call and say
There's sprayin the cockroaches

Glitzy Colored Broaches

glitzy colored rhinestones
popping in and out 
with the help of the light
looking like pirate's loot
worn on grandma's coat
left over from 1942
a spider or a tiger
sometimes a snake
holiday brings out better ones
memories sear through relatives
glitzy colored rhinestones
pinned on those who remember

Prettiest of the Pretties

She had the utmost prettiest of pretty things
Ruby bracelets, broaches of garnets, diamond rings
Some looked up to her because of her fancy clothes.
Who these thinkers were providence only knows.
I waited for her to make her move, not yet impressed.
She was all of that, beautiful, and gorgeously dressed.
I suspected she would be vile, selfish, insanely mean.
But instead she had kindness such as I had never seen.

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Anatomy of Winter

The sun slips a wink 
And wilts a few degrees
Like ritual, September passes
Leaving a wet headache-

October falls fondly,
Pawing the door like a hungry cat. 
Strewing orange gifts and straw.

But Winter arrives,
And a chill broaches the air  
January’s sunset catches the glass. 

The trees branch like bronchi
 Ventricles fall like lace over the eyes
Bloodshot, usurping every last tear-

Underneath here- the skin prickles and bones grow,
Like coral, hard and skeletal, it barbs the nerves.
I’m cold, but every season has its will,
Spring is on the way.

Love's Temprament

Times like this,
I sway in the playground of my mood;
Falling into a melancholic digress.

Hovering over me,
Are misty dews of pessimism.

"How knowledgeable is he
That cannot read minds?"

The heart gets burdened
Knowing not if it's curve,
Would ever be straightened.

Your silence broaches my heart.

It Was One of Those Mornings

A Morning to Forget

Came wide awake, feeling rested, so refreshed 
took shower, drank coffee, even got dressed 
noticed it was still dark, only two hours slept 
with six hours left, back to bed I crept


An Unforgettable Morning

Sipping strong hot coffee, cool breeze on our skin 
Sun broaches the horizon, a new day to begin 
Kentucky bluegrass glistens, silver morning dew 
front porch moments cherished, alone with you

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Written 3-5-2016

'It Was One of Those Mornings' Contest sponsored by Sara Kendrick
Third Place

Limitless Limits

In life you set limits
And you live by those limits—
Sometimes you are better off, 
Sometimes you suffer.

Can you have more fun?
Live a little more if you
step out of bounds once in a while?
Be more adventurous?
A tad more notorious?
Walk in the shadows,
Walk the back alleys 
every now and then?

Everyone has to make 
that choice on his own,  
Everyone invariably pays a price.

Life's lived within the limits,
But the spirit to survive is boundless,
Mind binds us in mysterious knots
Only heart trespasses all limits,
Hope traverses the uncharted realms
And flight of imagination soars to heavens!

Hate transcends all boundaries
So does revenge,
Man’s hunger for war is limitless
So is the longing for peace,
Love surpasses all!

Sin descends to the bottomless pit,
Envy broaches all limits,
Only justice dwells within the bounds,
And so does faith and family.



Limits contest by Chase Trevi
~Abdul Malik, 08/02/15

Midnight Sky Lightning

Crackling the electric feel of the bolt
The lightning comes crashing down in revolt
The red sky turns black as night approaches
Storm enters filling me as it broaches

Across the sky it moves, the bolt passes
Fear enters my heart, as seen with glasses
Fierce the lightning moves through the dark lit air
Crashing openness that brings some despair

Tingling feeling you never want to feel
Might bring an ending to your life, for real
Bad scare turns night into a fearful place
Lightning brushes with fate and has own face

Crashing down within the dark midnight sky
Bolt sears the air, no pain could you deny

Russell Sivey

Cockroach Concert

All thanks to William Wordsworth, one of our greats

I wandered in my kitchen round
floating high on cocaine broaches
all at once guess what I found
a nest of golden cockroaches 
inside the stove, beside the fridge
singing and dancing on every ridge

Continuous gold in costumes fine
eyes a-twinkling;  looks of gay
parades in never-ending lines
the bug-stards out in full array
ten thousand I would estimate
with spindly legs on roller skates 

They weaved and waved in glorious tune 
to Bug Stars' hit "We're wild and free"
well good to make a poet swoon
to hear such perfect harmony
I gazed in wonder at this troupe
outdoing any pro rock group

Skilled crooners crooned while chorus girls
in-sync tap-tapped and showed slim knee 
with hoops and loops and swirls and twirls
each pitch they met with practiced ease
involuntarily I swayed 
blew air kisses in accolade 

Now oft in bed when sleep eludes
in vacant and depressive mode
their scrabble on my mind intrudes
as on my food their sh-t they load
and then my heart with rue is stocked
cocaine's a bug-ger!! I'll smoke my socks!!

White Crows

Morning ignites a murder of white crows.
roosting in the loft of spruce, maple and oak.
Preening moon and star from death's fertile dream.

Ribbons of sunlight wrapped tight, ancient scrolls.
Window ajar, enter angels donning broaches of mint.
Crows perched lightly upon honey kissed bed posts. 

In each platinum beak, they carry one corner of my ghost,
lifted toward an ember of pulsating eternity,
garnished with pearly crown and secondhand wings.

Outside, the crows lined up along golden cobbled clouds.
Motionless, like a rosary of gleaming white stones.
Whispering, whirling secrets of galaxies and geodes.

Drifting about, chrysalis brained, rose petal hearted.
Leaving behind glittering pools of scented hieroglyphs
Orange robes enchanting the horizon with lavender mist.

Butterflies released from blue granite chrysalis.
Riding a stream of cherry sun beams and glitter. 
The echoes of a rainbow are a grand place to live.
 


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Flying High

There she sits, blowing the high clouds away
Multi-colored hues, colors that surround
She can’t find another to look this way
There she sits, blowing the high clouds away
Blend of air and space broaches here today
It’s the best feeling she could find around
There she sits, blowing the high clouds away
Multi-colored hues, colors that surround

Russell Sivey

Flying High

There she sits, blowing the high clouds away
Multi-colored hues, colors that surround
She can’t find another to look this way
There she sits, blowing the high clouds away
Blend of air and space broaches here today
It’s the best feeling she could find around
There she sits, blowing the high clouds away
Multi-colored hues, colors that surround

Russell Sivey

The Wind

The lonesome visitor approaches
With its thriving exuberance
With an infinite endurance
It meanders and broaches

It moves with blithe and glee
Clothing all that comes its way
Whether big or small; it ne'er say
"I wont for you give me no fee

It arrives from nowhere
But abides silently with us
It leaves no wailing thus
With its presence felt everywhere

A companion of the cardinals it is
From North it steers headway
From the South it nears everyday
For East and West will attest to this

It moves above you as a ringed halo
It strides with you as a compatriot
It bows before you as an abbot 
It slithers beneath your feet as a shadow.

A Mayor's Dilemma

A Mayor’s Dilemma


By Elton Camp


When a hurricane his city approaches
And the mayor the subject broaches

No matter what it is that he may say
Critics will say it was the wrong way

If he says evacuate you sure must
The storm’s a bust and he loses trust

He says there’s no cause for alarm
He is condemned if there comes harm

Critics have the benefit of hindsight
In advance the mayor must get it right

Mayor must balance a needless scare
And leaving folks in danger out there

Defy the Dreadnaught Darkness.

Defy the dreadnaught darkness
that repels Gods' given light.
Beware the banshee blackness
dour damnation shrieks delight.
Leather wings and padded paws
phantom forms of ferine fright,
searing eyes and hunters' maws
drive intrepid hearts to flight.

From the boiling brimstone bile,
condemned corpses rise as one.
Pockmarked faces nod and smile
for the noxious night has won.

Defy the dreadnaught darkness
let the serpents' sons be bred.
Beware the banshee blackness
as the worms caress the dead.
Perverse pits where evil pours
scorched blood and liquid lead.
Demons crack forbidden doors
so our shivers might be fed.

Defy the dreadnaught darkness
where the rancid reptiles dwell.
Beware the banshee blackness
where one mis-step broaches Hell.

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