The man in the elevator that I saw today -
(OH my gosh, I wondered how much did he weigh?)
I was looking all around (my fear I could not feign)
for the number of the pounds that the poor lift could sustain.
That man (how can I say it?) was elephantine!
His shoes I supposed to be a size sixteen.
He was taller than a baby (the kind named a giraffe).
If I weren’t in that elevator, maybe I would laugh!
There were eight of us in the elevator standing.
With him on board, we might be having a crash landing.
Before the door closed shut, I knew what I must do.
I raced past everyone, and out the door I flew.
meet mom past the Wall
Tristan uses a candle
crash landing a star
trip of love unfolds
meeting witches kings pirates
To dust far above
Something soft to give
Recoil/repulse
Parachutes
Are for girls
Draped in billowing clouds
Of silk linen and lace
I am a storm
Wrapped in black hide
Hides me
Easy to brush off
After a crash landing
Perception is reality…who needs the truth?
The court of public opinion won’t ask for proof
Peeling the onion is too much to bear
Skim the surface and pretend to care
Crash landing…nothing stands
Quick conclusions in careless hands
Reckless abandoning facts dismissed
Split and stitched to fit the twist
Clear the cobwebs no time to stall
Scroll, react and read nothing at all
Rewriting history bit by bit
A headline is enough. Who needs grit?
Looks aren’t everything yet they decide
Sapping joy while fueling pride
One-click affection with baseless praise
Fifteen minutes…gone in a daze
Real content buried lost in the stream
A love affair with the algorithm’s scheme
Divorce the cycle if you dare
The unholy union keeps you there
How in the world is this fence still standing
Taking punches from winds so demanding
With a defiant grin
It refused to give in
Till my dog sent it down in a crash landing
If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time
when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy
Do we have what it takes to even be considered
for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone?
Have we developed the proper qualifications
for admittance into the Order?
G.O.D. is constantly intervening
One way, or another
Be it by direct contact - an Angel's voice in the clouds
or secondhand news like the Bible (but It's Good News at least!)
or a crash landing in someone’s backyard (like Roswell)
Why talking snakes or burning bushes
are not a sure sign of probable insanity
One can only imagine
There is so much mystery to be had
Perhaps, it’s time to embrace life by the bells
Even gawk at the enormity of our predicament
It’s time to put aside our petty differences
I'm raising my hand in hopes of being chosen
Because, in my heart of hearts, I know
We may not be the only species
being considered by the G.O.D.
I see a clearing
It's big enough to land in
The grass is short
No rocks or bumps
It's all clear for landing
My heart beats in panic
Tears of sweat run down my face
Fear grips my body
In expectant embrace
The engine splutters and coughs
Bangs erupt from broken wings
I hear my own screams
The smoke is acrid in flared nostrils
My flesh burning, stinks
Ah! I savour a touchdown, touche!
One by one they'll slowly arrive.
Like drunken moths fanning humid nights.
Crash-landing into the brainpan of mankind.
Howling like a stray dog on fire.
They suckle away the nectar from life.
Panning flecks of silver from hopeful eyes.
Only sated when they've bled the well dry.
Howling like a stray dog on fire.
Like vampires, they feed off periwinkle fear.
Reflectionless savages of funhouse mirrors...
Black stains bleeding into the fabric of dream...
soiling the remaining ponds of pristine.
Wishing to leave a string of rubies on the wrist...
or a devil's knot around a porcelain neck...
black powder to the temple of every regret...
the howl of a burning stray, you'll never forget.
Sounding like a sketch
One big stretch
Laughter with every move
Always trying to prove
Crash landing in not smooth
Yet laughter all the way
There is always a getaway
Every movement with no pause
Head turn with a left and right
A look of fright
Cornered in a plight
Distinction of pure delight
Every day and night
Words of wonder
Hope that comes yonder
What will be next?
Pie in the face
Laughter with every trace
Given the fence
By defense
Laughter until finally finished
Character’s own in distinguished
I see you honey bee
on humming erratic flight
on route to the garden bed
crash-landing on petals bright
burying head first into a flower
tumbling in the pollen white
vibrating noisily with purpose
then launching out with pollen tight
weighed down with your sweet cargo
buzzing loudly in delight
9 August 2022
A cowboy is thrown from his horse
Crash landing in dense prickly gorse
He's screaming so loud
It draws quite a crowd
The ‘bucking feast’ - shot dead of course!
8,8,5,5,8 per HMS
Checked with Rhymezone
High Noon Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
05/03/22
Marvel of fond Mother-Nature,
Carefully carved nomenclature!
Mountains fold hands toward blue skies,
Where stars flutter, like, butterflies!
Water-waves warmly wash the feet,
Fleets on sleets meet around and greet!
High, steep, sharply molded boulders,
Stand in accord holding shoulders...!
Solitary human standing,
On a broken cliff crash-landing!
A bird flying around its edge,
To build her nest, finding no hedge!
An owl dwelling in a small hole,
Lost as though with a restless soul!
Bats, waiting for the silent night,
Alike, are, bleak views of cliff- sight...!
Suffering writs of erosion,
Churned by chisels of corrosion!
Carved, compiled, combined, conditioned,
Into wild bird-beaks protruded!
Steeply, slippery, surfaces,
Sloppy, soapy, still, circuses!
Cliff has its captivating charm,
That until disturbed does no harm...!
11 January 2022
C Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I see trouble on the near horizon--
A nation divided just is not couth,
Unfortunately, reason is wizen
Frivolous theories accepted as truth,
Intentionally misguiding our youth
Disgraceful political grandstanding,
Foundation institutions crash-landing
News media is shaping opinions,
Honestly, journalism notwithstanding
Common folks now political minions.
written August 13, 2021
newly born sparrows
oval blue broken eggshells~
feathered brown and white
ready for take-off
mother watching from treetop~
first flight- crash landing
second flight better
siblings curiously watch~
empty- is the nest
Songbird Haiku Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin- Sponsor
8/13/2021
One last time I surrender,
To the throne of blind lies,
Promising no more to remember
The days I'd thirst to die.
One last time I assure myself,
Everything is going to be alright,
As the darkness encompasses oneself
Blank space chokes my sight.
The last one to be standing,
On this deserted life of mine,
Upon the shores of my soul crash landing
No brakes, no more to myself benign.
One last time I beseech thee,
No more can I harbor this woe,
Open the door and set me free
So one last time I may let go.
2/12/20
The Last 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
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