Closing my eyes I pull the lever
With little much ado.
Turning the head of any cynical non-believer
Of this magical, misty hue.
Droplets land like paratroopers
Scattered from the sky
The ultimate odorous partypoopers -
The Nasals ally.
They capture and detain
Attempting to entrench
Inflicting no pain but plenty of strain
Rupturing the spleen of stench.
All of the sudden the pleasant aroma of must,
Of pets, of winds a-breaking
Vanish without a trace by the airy eerie dust
Of Fabreze Spring Awakening!
they took me prisoner cause I looked different
I told them let me be for I was born here
my hands were tied and they laugh at me
why do you detain me I did nothing wrong
alone and battered in a cell no telephone
my wife alone with child calling relatives
asking if they have heard from me
while I was transported to make shift prison
they kept asking what country I was from
They said I was here illegally so I was sent
to south America and I did not know Spanish
lost and scared I walk toward a house
They looked at me with pity in their eyes
I asked if they spoke english and a young boy
answered and asked why I looked so lost
I asked if they had a phone the boy said yes
after some time my call got through
I heard my wife voice and began to cry
my family arranged my travel home
upon arriving my wife and friends were there
I took my passport and marine discharge
papers to immigration office to prove I was an
American citizen and requested reimbursement
for all my expenses (5,000) and lawyer fees
Take your complain to ICE they made the
mistake not us
In the forgotten space
Between the house and the garden,
I embroider silence.
I have no need of needles,
No bobbin, no loom.
Invisible threads, in a warp and weft
Weave a spiral of paused doom.
Silken knots as tight as a heartbeat,
Entomb the morning dew,
Like tiny moonstone cabochons.
There's no thrum of the factory,
No mill.
My needles are neither hammered nor rolled,
Nor polished steel.
In that space between sky and ground
where vibrations hold no sound,
I just weave,
And I wait.
Quite still.
Oh! The suspense!
With a patience and precision,
My thrill is one of detain and restrain.
My signature -
Why - it's my gossamer ligature.
Who can detain me?
Unless I allow myself?
It's all right in here...
"The world is God's pure mirror clear to eyes when free from clouds within"Rumi
Yellow sunrise illuminates night sky
It chases darkness away to the west
Goldfinch sent in to feed by Adonai
Each morning, in so many ways, I'm blessed.
Yellow sun behind gray clouds, stillness looms
Will raindrops begin to fall 'pon the ground
Watering the garden, wash pollen, fumes
Clearing earth's air and all nature astound
No lemony peaks between the clouds' gray
There are no flaxen streaks within the blue
An eerie feel upon the air, dismays
Will unrestrained storm pass unhindered through
Yellow sunrise seems to predict no rain.
Prayers do protect us, those storms detain
I am a prisoner here,
Though I have no bars to contain me,
No chains to restrain me,
Nor any crime to detain me.
My only offense is being old,
A fact that frankly
Leaves me cold.
They say these years
Are golden,
But it isn’t so.
How do I know?
You ask, perplexed.
I just do, I answer,
Feeling slightly vexed.
And yet, and yet . . .
Oh let me out,
Let me out, I say!
Out of this prison,
If just for a day.
I’ll be good, I promise I will.
I’ll follow the rules.
I do know the drill!
It may sound absurd
But I give you my word.
I truly have done my time.
Sometimes I wonder if
Anything’s left
But time.
Whispers in my head I hear it all so clearly
Negativity in my brain bordering on weary
Enemy caught me when I was very weak
Tortured me for the treasure that they sought to seek
Vigil I remained though I admit that they were close
To destroying what I had that was saving me the most
Then I remember in that moment that I am stronger than I think
So I started focusing on the other side of the chain link
It keeps me strong it keeps me sane
It keeps me going it keeps me trained
And so the enemy caught me but I got out of their trap
Now I know where they're hiding I got them marked on my map
You'd think that I'd call out the troops and take them by seige
Arrest them detain them and make them my liege
Treat them like dirt torture and maim
Paybacks a and all for my pain
But thats not how I roll for if I did I'd be them
Blood on my hands brazen in sin.
A bright crisp day, gray clouds could not detain;
At once toddle arm-in-arm the distance.
Whisk away with a quick light steady rain.
Fruit set, new growth, leaf and shoot existence.
Marigold starts to bloom, love's insistence.
Butterflies swarm; all different colours,
Across the garden with all the others.
Spring-summer rain, flickering gray shadow,
Blow the birds about with their small brothers.
Rainbow hues spread and hope for tomorrow.
10/26/2022
Dizain Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
I do love colors in my childhood.
Then, its about its attractiveness
But when I learnt more of it in my adulthood,
I have my chance to paint the ones that describe toughness.
In pain, I am made white,
Gentle dove sobering in his plight.
Pains make me go black in fright,
Wondering lonely as a starless night.
I wish I could turn red,
Dangerous and eager to lay my pains to bed.
I sometimes wish to become a blue bird,
And sink all in ocean depth well gird.
But pains are yellow: daffodil,
Dancing and blowing its trumpet crown still,
In pain; at risk if deep, may attract insane thrills
I wonder what perfect cures are the pills.
The world is so humble in pain,
As Corona virus get all detain.
Is just too difficult a world war 3 to explain,
Though we all hope a day will end it's reign.
We all take to this task:
Tightening up the face mask,
With our loved ones; afraid to bask,
When will the world be unmask?
We aren't created to perish.
God let our dying breathes be cherished.
That's the world's wish,
And peace will be accomplished
The Rodents’ Bane
Sphynx cats
jinx rats
A Most Unlikely Scenario
Shorthairs
court bears
Cat Catalogers
Shorthairs
sort wares
When Cats Go Formal
Bombay
Prom Day
Tranquil Lost Feline
Calm stray
Bombay
Detain the Cat
Waylay
Bombay
What Gangsta Cats Do
Rag Dolls
Snag Molls
A Cat Oration
Birman
Sermon
The Howling Sensations
*Main Coons
Feign tunes
Wet Mongrel Cat
Soggy
moggy
Sept. 15, 2022
for a Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
*Note: This is name for a strong, large longhaired cat that is also very sweet. Maybe it's only known about in the USA??
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of the daughter of a caliphate
Is come, a rose is come to me.
Blow out the candles of your cake.
They will not leave you in the dark,
Who round with grace this dusky arc
Of the grand tour which souls must take.
You who have sounded Maria Flakes,
And the still pool, to Plato’s mark,
Blow out the candles of your cake.
They will not leave you in the dark.
Yet, for your friends’ benighted sake,
Detain your upward-flying spark;
Get us that wish, though like the lark
You whet your wings till dawn shall break:
Blow out the candles of your cake
"Captain America will be waiting"
are the words coming from Cap's lips
He made this proclamation
after beating the assassins from their hips
Baron Zemo thought he could beat him
from swapping out the athletes
but all their might and muscle
couldn't perform such a feat
Captain America used his shield
to round them up in a bunch
and the police came to detain them
after it was more than just a hunch
Cap is our hero
and he seems to win every time
he does it so miracuosly
it's nice to put with rhyme
Tension builds in multiples
Between two lords with their disciples:
For knives wanting to rush at arteries,
Trouble starts changing their batteries!
Now, every cough is risky:
Experimentation with the frisky;
Every move of defiance,
A murderous stab’s reliance;
The discordant notes of a forced sneeze
And awkwardness of every heard wheeze.
Something of headache for cold-suffering Clement
Already out of his element:
“How he should every sneeze contain
And a rearing cough detain…
And the final hateful explosion delay,
If he must still with his life pay?
Twenty-four men in a field
Leaving blood-thirsty tension to build!
I'm struggling
Bending and breaking
Like a tree in a hurricane
Trying to hold on
Yet everything seems so mundane
I'm struggling
Trembling and shaking
Like a child in pain
Trying to breathe
Yet air is too hard to gain
I'm struggling
Hurting and wrenching
Like a soul going insane
Trying to break free
Yet normalcy seems hard to detain
I'm struggling
Though I'm still here
Standing tall
And moving on
Relief seems near
After it all
Darn 2020 says it all,
We will remember so -
This year forced our lives to stall,
The way we didn’t know.
Pandemic films we watched in awe,
On Netflix, Crave or Prime,
This year we lived through what we saw,
Off screen, in real time.
Masked or at home, sad and withdrawn,
We couldn’t help but dwell
On the inflictions cast upon
By 2020’s spell.
I drink this New Year’s Eve champagne
To solve the mystery.
This viral culprit we’ll detain
Only in history!
December 30, 2020
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