Hooray autumn is on it's way,
the long summer has been way too too hot.
Cooler days are what I want,
with a soft cool breeze covering me.
Pretty leaves falling down,
colors are a patch quilt carpet.
The welcome mat now reads autumn.
…The magic carpet had been…
She played with the book, read
the doll, put the flower in the air,
the plate on her hair; she ate
the fan and waved the grapes,
put nothing in the tin, leaned in.
…unfurled; it’s Hollywood red…
It’s so nice under the carpet
In our cozy home of dust
I believe we couldn't get
Any better place for us
In our dust community
We are friendly, living free
Using ingenuity
The cleaners cannot see
Yes we heard the latest news
About other dust
They had nothing left to lose
And were tossed too fast
Right into the litter bin
Comrades, have a rest
Yes we’ve seen it all, we’ve been
In the East and in the West
What I found the most important
Doesn’t look so at first glance
Dust’s the only thing immortal
Tells about lives that passed.
Black cinder carpet
Laid across fiery coalfields
Skirting infernos
Jack Frost has tossed
Green grass gone lost
He’s redecorated
Snow celebrated
As new carpet to walk
In a forgotten corner of the world, where silences stretch like a carpet of mist,
My thoughts wander among the ruins of lives scattered by the wind,
Reminding me that wisdom and madness dance hand in hand,
Like two shadows merging under the pale light of an eternal sunset.
In the silence of an endless night, I contemplate the broken destinies,
A silent song of those who fell prey to their inner storms,
For only when ruin touches our own being do we truly understand,
For only then do we see clearly that the lost ones are our unknown brothers.
In the shadow of an existence unraveling like an old canvas,
I realize that the drunkards, the mad, the prisoners, and the dreamers are part of us,
People who wear invisible scars like medals of destiny,
They are as commonplace as a rainbow arching after a storm.
Memories intertwine like threads of silk in the wind of time,
And I understand that every ruined life is a story worth hearing,
For in their fragility, we find the reflection of our own searches,
And in the fragility of a shattered dream, we find the strength to be reborn.
The museum curator brought in tons of carpet beetles
The staff did not understand until they were shown
Carpet beetles will eat almost anything
They rapidly cleaned flesh and hair off animal skeletons
Like piranhas except out of water
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Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Contest Judged: June 1st, 2025 11:09:00 AM
Placement: First
“I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.”
—Quote by David Attenborough
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Three rivers meet here in ecstasy
five thousand feet above sea level
guarded by range of mountains and hills
where tea, coffee, rose, cardamom breeze
stupefies air, mist completes the drink.
With bated breath all that breathe just wait
for NeelaKurinji, fine blue blooms
blooming only once every twelve years
Will she survive more such proud seasons?
SITTING ON MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES
LOST IN THOUGHT, BUT THINKING OF NOTHING AND NOONE
SO MANY RIVERS HAVE CHANGED IN RANGE OF FLOW
UNEXPECTED ARE THE DIRECTIONS THAT THE ROCKS SKIP
IT IS THEN THE THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES BECOME AMBIDEXTROUS
UNPREDICTABLE ARE THE INTERCHANGES OF TIME
ALL BREEZEWAYS AND ENTRYWAYS BECOME MORE NARROW WITH ABUSED AGE
ALL OF A SUDDEN A STORM BREWS WITH CONSTIPATED RAGE
THE LAXATIVE OF RELEASED FREEDOM IS A MUCH WELCOMED CHAPTER OF EXHILARATING EXHALATION
THE MULTICOLORED CARPET SQUARES DISSIPATE WHEN THE SLUMBERS ARE THE DEEPEST
MASSAGE CHAIRS FRESH FROM SOME ABANDONED MALL WILL BE CHOSEN NEXT TIME, NEXT CHAPTER
Just ‘round the corner,
A carpet of gold,
From the branches of ginkgos,
Was there to behold.
The lovely-shaped leaves
Also covered some cars,
So you couldn’t tell Hondas
From sleek Jag-u-ars.
I waded through piles,
Their yellow so bright
That all who walked by
Got a dose of delight.
In a matter of days,
Nature’s vacuum will sweep
All that carpet away,
Likely while we’re asleep.
Carpet
I accede to
licking the suburban carpet clean under
my bed following the
resignation of
my vacuum.
Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
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Carpet Cleaning
What should we leave behind?
Debts? Memories sublime?
Undeserved blessings passed on to us?
A fare for free passage on a Greyhound bus?
Whatever we share during a life;
A bit of our wisdom, comfort in strife,
A plot of good soil to nourish a seed.
Let goodness crown our legacy.
Lay unearned treasures for those to come,
that they may rejoice with the fortunate some.
The past is greatly honored, let the future be so.
Dust off the red carpet before you go.
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