Semi-longed-about tales that rip apart the holiest grails, and shower the besmirched with real gold who knows how much silver is with that gold! A coppery patina is all over the copper plates they are dated Egyptian and seen much waste, yet why do you not ask the river bend? When friends are coming and money spent? Does the sleek shimmer in the night, conjure ghosts which oft delight? Does the sun upon daybreak curse the puppy small the meals disbursed? The river aims not true north as the north star plays on lyres striking lightening bolts on open paidby waitlocks on other staves.
“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!
“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles;
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!
“Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest!
my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories
come crawling, groveling on their sore knees
to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’
What else would you do with your God given time
if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”
Assuage the scorching heat I pray.
Unleash the heavens’ clouds to burst.
Grant the winds that will cool the day.
Unfurl the skies with rains disbursed.
Send gentle storms with vital spray.
Thank you, God, for quenching our thirst.
A bag of Spiders
Today, a special delivery came,
Spiders in a bag, a new game.
Open with caution, it warns,
If you are careless, they will swarm.
This writer is a fighter
And will not be bit by a spider.
I follow the instructions to a tee,
Soon they are free and looking at me.
I invited my friends to play,
I waited in anticipation for what they would say.
We four gathered around the table,
Mustering as much courage as we were able.
I took the dice and rolled,
The spiders took off randomly and uncontrolled.
A second roll of the dice
And they began to play nice.
Finished the game, coming in first,
Being sore losers, my friends disbursed.
An Empty Chair
Behold, that golden sunset’s
Reddish tints of yellow
Fade unwillingly beyond those darkened trees
Where stood so many of our boys and theirs in days gone by
In their youths, their laughter-
Then to battles across the seas
To die.
They died, hopes faded, dreams disbursed, flowers grew.
Today we respect their deaths,
Those whose names adorn white headstones and others.
The sunset fades, night begins
And summer breezes rush across sea waters,
To where, who knows?
But, here where once youthful smiles flashed quickly,
Is a creaking door,
An empty chair
In which no one sits anymore.
A W.C.Hull Poem © 1998-2022 -343 (C)
In Silence, one speaks
Few words disbursed
In joyful as seek
Humbled, while meek
Time has come
A voice was heard
Inspirations to others
Gatherings of Sisters and Brothers.
Awards, achievements
A voice is heard
Recognition, accomplishments
Goals are set
Millions of Guests.
Note: Dreams, goals and visions can be visual.
leaves gently fall to the ground
in which they have no pattern
oranges, yellows & reds
disbursed in the streets and on lawns
autumn is exquisite in design
Two times six is ten?
This is an angry adult voice.
I do not recognize it.
The third grade class is silent.
Most of their eyes are popped open.
I smell fear as I enter the room.
It is the teacher, and she is angry.
Using a voice I have never heard.
“TWO TIMES SIX IS TEN?” she repeats.
I slide into a corner, watching.
The victim child slowly nods his head.
He knows that two times five is ten, I say.
The teacher whirls around, surprised.
She throws up her hands.
The entire class bursts out laughing, relieved.
The tension is temporarily disbursed.
This teacher has terrified her entire class today.
Victimizing them all; I doubt that they will totally recover.
And I wonder if she has any idea what she has done?
The Occupiers
Outside, the only road in my village
a horde of carts pulled by skinny horses full of furniture and children
demanded access.
Our great grandfathers built this house we have
the right of return.
I contemplated giving them the shed but knowing they would
demand a larger part of the house, thought it best to resist
my thought of being kind.
The people outside were of Roman ancestry and had lived
in this area for hundreds of years and had been harassed wherever they went
It was time to take back the village and the right to defend ourselves
I rang the police, fifty officers came and disbursed the crowd
and a guard post erected at the entrance.
I normally have a liberal heart, but in this case, I had no empathy
by those who tried to make me homeless
Divine light bursts, it’s hue, soft, brilliant white
Quenching our desireless, unseeking thirst
We behold the wonder, by direct sight
Happening spontaneous, unrehearsed
As living light, within form is disbursed
Unbound is both tranquil calm and delight
No doing by us done; we are nursed
Divine light bursts, it’s hue, soft, brilliant white
Gods touch assures all wrongs will be set right
Having risen above delusion erst
As we be suffused in His healing light
Quenching our desireless, unseeking thirst
Negating all knowing, with which mind versed
Our heart propels us into divine flight
Ensconced in love, with God having conversed
We behold the wonder, by direct sight
Our continuum thus through day and night
Ego cravings upturned, karma reversed
Humming purring renews in form airtight
Happening spontaneous, unrehearsed
No separate self needs to be coerced
Presence in innocence at zenith height
We are fully, in the bliss stream immersed
One with the oneness, dissolved and quiet
Divine light bursts
02-January-2021
I OPENED A GOLDEN DOOR
TO AN ENDLESS UNIVERSE.
IT KIND OF PULLED ME INWARD.
TO THE POINT I FELT DISBURSED.
UNIVERSAL ENERGY
COMBINATION MIND AND SOUL.
A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE
IMAGINATION IN CONTROL.
AN UNEXPLORED DIMENSION.
I ALWAYS KNEW TO EXIST.
MY CHANCE OF MOVING FORWARD.
I KNOWINGLY CAN'T RESIST.
A BEING IS APPROACHING.
WITH A WARM AND GENTLE SMILE.
THE DISTANCE IS IN LIGHT YEARS.
TRAVELING COULD TAKE AWHILE.
THIS NEW GUARDIAN ANGEL.
COMPLETELY ALL DRESSED IN WHITE.
SHOWED ME HOW TO TAKE A TOUR
SHOWCASING GLORIOUS SIGHTS.
WITH A GIANT TELESCOPE
OVER HUNDRED YARDS IN HEIGHT.
THAT IS FIFTY TIMES HIGHER
THAN MY SHADOW IN THE NIGHT.
THE LENS WAS REALLY SHINY.
UNBELIEVABLY IMPRESSED.
MAGNIFICENT CREATION.
CURIOSITY REFRESHED.
I WAS SO INTENSIFIED
IT JUST TOOK MY BREATH AWAY.
KNOWING IT WAS TIME TO LEAVE.
I JUST COULD NOT PULL AWAY.
IN THE FUTURE YOU WILL SEE.
INCREDIBLE TELESCOPE.
SHARING OPPORTUNITY
TO SEE WHAT WE ONLY HOPE.
07302020
My Name Is Okie
My name is Okie, and they loved me first;
their full attention to me was disbursed.
Adopted from the shelter, they gave me
a home where I was king, so happy, free.
And then it came one unexpected day,
perhaps a present with which I should play.
Black fur, gold eyes, he was somewhat frisky,
but here to stay, so they named him Nixie.
He ran around and played with my dog tail;
had claws that gripped which I tried to curtail.
But what was worse is how they cuddled him;
attention now for me was rather slim.
But, Nixie settled in, became my friend,
and soon I found, with him, I liked to spend
my time now wrestling, playing hide-and-seek;
my days grew brighter, better, week to week.
I'm part Jack Russell terrier, and he,
a fun black cat who now, I must agree,
is my fine buddy...and at night, we lay
on our soft couch with family...hooray!
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Personification Poem
Of A Pet, Wild Animal or Insect
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Judged: 09/04/2018
True...about one of our daughters' family pets.
The real Okie and Nixie in the photo.
where is my common denominator
vindicated solemn alma mater
the isolator reason is confiscated
coming on something major
disbursed and allocated
validated the troubles are agitated
violated im humble yet amputated
partly i waited, my terror was salivated
complicated paired efficiency allocative
my dreaming is killing me rot
screaming and thinking of stop
its hurting believe it or not
scorpions relieving the spot
what am I
pushing a heavy relevance
gushing all this emotion
danger my favorite element
lusty and thirsty decadent
wasnt my final precedent
cursing a current president
distracted from painful residence
i know thats no excuse
ignored forms of abuse
maybe i was just used
where was i confused
Kaleidoscopic colors burst,
illuminating velvet skies.
Warm summer air ignites a thirst.
Kaleidoscopic colors burst,
while awestruck murmurs are disbursed,
and cannon booms cause babies cries.
Kaleidoscopic colors burst,
illuminating velvet skies.
5/24/15
For Andrea's Summer Triolet contest
Tied for 3rd place
Shattered are the dreams of the wanting, as they live in their broken homes
Bodies wracked with pain, spirits crushed as they live out those wasted lives
Accumulations of sorrow, all these and more, in the tailing pond of society
as we mine the misery of our most vulnerable and sorely damaged brethren
Yet, how we can avert our cold and flinty eyes so easily from these souls
as we grub in their pockets for the meagre pennies they bring to spend in hopes for a quick flight to their personal, but inevitably unreachable, heavens
And as they fall back to earth from another failed attempt to reach the stars
that live only in their eyes, we coldly collect the toll and add it to the coffers
to be disbursed for the public good. Sleep well, fellow citizens, sleep well.
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