Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter?
Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad
for
The bad? Are the Dutch now glad?
Is the national scene; more serene? Will
They send him some clogs? Or let loose
The dogs? I guess it renains to be seen?
Maybe he'll turn to the dykes? Dredge the
Sludge quite contrite? Or rise like green
Scum to obsene heights? On the u n held
Mandate of dreams? It all seems so stupid
I despair of these cupids.? Who are demons
In disguise or so it seems, to have been ?
Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow
celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold
Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes probes hefty
all alone in your wisdom
an optical lover
within
dancing with orbs
through gaps with iron rods
go bust in flesh
your title
always
moored in the starlit darkness.
Written September 29, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Debates futile for each soul chooses it’s path
Doing what heart likes
Until making each breath, a Holy Sabbath
Thunderous bliss spikes
Fears and desires dykes
Wisdom of the scriptures, words etched in stone
Tested time and again
Yet each of us must tread the path alone
Feeling both joy and pain
Slowly cleansing soul stain
When free will chooses to become from fear immune
Abiding in silence
Distilled attention cognises God’s love tune
Rekindling heart’s innocence
Bubbling bliss effervescence
26-February-2022
If not for you I would of never known what A Heart break meant,
I was doing ok before you now I will never be content.
There was a day I felt my life was complete,
Now I must humble myself and face defeat.
I look at you it's like you don't even care,
I believed we had real love the kind that’s rare.
I have to get thru this I simply have no choice,
I will never again get to hear your voice.
No one could ever fill the void or take your place,
Your love for me is gone it left without a trace.
Did you ever consider my feelings your only concerned about you,
You’re a temporary lover who leaves you tangled up in blue.
You promised forever it's really just a few years,
Guess you can't handle the dykes and queers.
If I would of known it would of turned out like this,
I would of never known the sweetness of your kiss.
TURBO1904 2021
There’s a difference
between the wild animals of the wilderness
and creatures
trapped between cities.
Even farms wedged between urban sprawl
eventually forget how to farm.
Trees planted in concrete avenues
know they will never die naturally.
Meanwhile, wild things adapt.
some creep and hide,
some linger to build dykes
for their eyes, so their minds don’t drown.
The trees grow as fast as they can,
but even the tall city plantings
know they have nowhere to go.
REMEMBER ME
NOVEMBER IN AMSTERDAM
This must be
where fallen leaves
come to settle.
The two of us, not quite
in our dotage yet, feel at home,
anchored in such an autumn.
Submerge my heart in one of these dykes
when I'm gone.
Ashes, you see, need the clutches
of still brown waters
to escape being scattered to the winds.
Another morning
I have been trying to stave off old age
by avoiding old men in the park who ask me to guess
their age, empty gums looks like a burnt down
village in Syria, a war that the west has yet to understand
and by dressing young, artistic like with a big scarf
hiding my turtle throat.
It is a losing fight like leaking dykes in Holland with holes,
to stick fingers in them won’t last long. Therefore
I will embrace the day and talk to the old men in the park.
Strong communities,
We all can see,
Are less often at sea,
More often home for tea,
With all cakes file free.
Strong communities,
Have no need for rate fees hikes,
As they mostly ride their bikes,
And tend to build their own dykes,
Never encouraging the fast buck types.
Strong communities,
Produce the good sorts,
Who are happy to wear their shorts,
Play their sports,
And share their thoughts on their little bits of paradise.
Strong communities never compromise,
When watching the sun rise,
Or helping a mate realize,
How much of a prize,
Is a community on the rise.
Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee heid
Fae Glesga to Fife
Wiz where we went
To a flat in Methil
That ma maw goat fur rent
To skool a went like
A scaredey cat, didny know wit ti expect
2nd year it the high skool
Wiz a bit eh a pain in the neck
Home eckie wiz the class
A wanted it to be fun
Skool went well n a started wurk
Tull a wiz cooking a bun
Am a mammy eh 3 noo
Bit wit kin a say?
A replaced the telly
Nae mare tumbles in the hay
Ma weans are getting big fast
Aw gawn ti skool their self
But if a dont shake ma **** now
A might get left oan the shelf
Stop Holes in Dykes
Poem will jot down and quickly scribble
And at your imagination, it will nibble
As if a frantic fish searching for bait
Swimming then taking time to hesitate.
Finally fish would come to a complete stop
And into his mouth a tasty poem will pop
May be thought of as a trifle or eyeful
Of an experience proving to be delightful.
My poems do not mean much compared to yours
And if not in right mind people often bores
But after looking at you and all of your likes
Can use my poems to patch up holes in dykes.
Guess you could consider this as part of constructive
criticism with great wisdom of future poems to come.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
The savage dog barks from the distance
Like family history, representing cancer's deadly hold.
Her courage provides defence with strengthening resistance
While the dog runs boldly through the blistering cold.
As she struggled to get through mind gamed work,
The dog continues to howl from an eerie spot.
Pain showers her like thunderstorms beginning to lurk
Over the horizon; her cervical cells starting to rot.
With concrete season over, hope takes a push
From a devouring disease. Tears shatter her pace.
Now that savage dog rustles in the bush;
She cries with a smile dying on her face.
Fear is growing exponentially like accululating snow.
With her emotion dwindling, the dog imposingly strikes.
Patience, now a task like watching dead grass grow.
Lasers or radiation, the key to flooding dykes.
That courage mentioned before unfolds and presents itself
With questionably undefined power just like a Terry Fox run.
Her yielding sense of overcome drenches all including oneself,
Now that savage dog dead; Cory has dangerously won.
With her spirit completely fufilled to life's brim,
That deadly howl quietly remains true and grim.
Hey, guys...Since I've been negligent regarding clue posting; The Super Quiz
deadline will be extended till midnight of Friday 10/19/07. So, good luck- and
here is clue recap, once again- No. 1)It can be associated with keyboard humor.
No.2)Yikes, strikes, thumbs in dykes/dikes- actual spelling should have been
dikes- remember, I admit being brain-dead. No.3)It's namesakes generally
come in pairs. New; No.4) It's sweet to the senses, of that, you can bet your hat.
Good Luck!!!
Clue No.1) It can be associated with keyboard humor.
2)Yikes / Strikes, Thumbs In Dykes!
Good Luck!!! Please email to Super Quiz Poetry Contest comments, AND to me
at [email protected] so far I have been (with typical Tomfoolery!!)
unable to retrieve any entries....I told you I need a "check-up from the neck up",
did I not??? Thanks, and may the best poet win!!!! tom
To all y'all poetry lovers I need y'all to really listen
because It don't come easy wit puttin together these writtens
at the end of this poem don't think I was just kidding
But I just wanna know whats up these Baltimore women
maybe it's just me, but if I go to any other city
and speak to a female she speaks back to me
this is for the women but I know the niggas can relate
y'all might say y'all love us but all I'm gettin is a lot of hate
Question? how would I know a good woman by the way she walks
image is everything especially by the way she talks
females in Baltimore can't find a good man because they lost their sight
and the complaining got so bad that they started marrying dykes
all these women here ain't bad I just met the wrong ones
they really don't want love they just wanna have fun
so as for me I'm just gone fall back and stack this money
so black women don't get mad if I find love wit a snow bunny
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