I’ve taken up polishing skulls.
Not trophies,
just my kin—
their sockets still
echoing
what they aren't
ready to hear.
Though it's only
what they've said
themselves.
I never knew
what reckoning meant
however,
in terms of preparation,
that is,
my training
for the abrasing escalation
of the manner
in which they've behaved?
That's easy,
I crack pebbles now,
knuckles before a fight,
teeth on a dare—testing
hollow sentiments.
It's kept me protected,
but I will say this:
it hasn't attracted many fans.
I am the unseen titan who stands with a height so vast. I am the bridge, the body, the threshold. In stories tales and film of some dull design. As ones passes leaving behind there shell upon there last touch of comfort opposed to the hands of grief holding on to what must change and evolve as through there perspective of the dead in there most pure and raw form seeing the very ceiling gone as if if never there. Nothing no obstruction no signs of tamper but a wide blue sky in ones raw form climb the invisible ladder, walk the phantom staircase. This escalation to our source, our home is merely a mistake. For I know what's truth for to reach the true gates one must stand upon the shore of beauty where the waves keeping coming back in a sense of requesting your return . walk on the water and progress to the very raw source of our home. For earth is the surface and heaven lies the in the solar system of the North Star the hole breaking through the black wall of space.
The pale yellow sky, reminds me of a smile that never fades
From a greeting etched in memory, immune to words like cutting blades
The tall emerald trees are drawn toward the layers of light
A pillowed curtain for the baby blue skis, waiting to darken in the night
I will hold onto the smile in a world full of escalation
I will carry hope it will bring peace in dreams, without fabrication
The light guides me through changes, only the seasons know
A place I will probably be sitting later, writing about falling snow
These reminders are the gifts, this creation never fails to give me
They guide me through each stage of unsettling uncertainty
As I am ready to close my eyes, yellow is turning to peach colored sky
I let go of all the unknown and release myself from.asking why
Because what I see in front of me is a miraculous formation of peace
To be still in this moment, where hope will never cease
Heidi Sands
9/19/24
(C)opyright
First eyes stared, and the air was filled with mystery.
The senses grew acute; there was certain chemistry.
Slowly they opened up, and things were progressive.
Quickly things began to transform; they became obsessive.
They went wild, they went restless, and they were desperate.
Ultimately, trust prevailed; there was commitment, and they were committed.
Pairing knives peppered the garden growing by the river.
Eerie sounds slid sideways into the lowering light.
Alfy and Alice were still out cavorting beyond the barn.
Children in dusty blue dresses yawned on the paint-chipped deck.
Ernie and Emmett kept to tussling along the riverbed,
Something about some girl they both shined over.
Papa didn't budge over it with a freshly lit pipe in his slow rocker.
Even with the yellin' and cussin' and grabbin' gettin' hotter and rougher.
All told I'd reckon this was their 10th row since I moved back to the farm.
Knowing their love of escalation they were bound to spot one of the knives.
Estuary frogs croaked through the purple summer sky when I pounced,
Running thru the squeaky screen door for silhouetted shivs dancing riverside.
Noble northern lights
illuminate the
nocturnal sky
(a gift from the
Solar Kingdom):
an extreme G5 s*T*o*R*m
hammers a little
blue marble
BLISSfully violent
yellow god-star bombards
incorrigible northern Kingdom
firing plasma out of
golden fingers
poking fragile magnetic womb
mocking creeping missions
(led by mercurial demons
floundering in forever wars)
Inept kings bathe in
stunning aurora
oblivious to wily
worms chewing through
the Global Brain
reveling in regressive
annihilation
(on a glorious bloody day!)
Click on the World
vaporize your finger-->!
mismanage escalation
meditate on
a yellow book
whispering wisdom
lying low
inhaling/exhaling
yellow dust (*~*~*)
whispering through flipping
coins & changing lines
_ -- _ -- _ -- _
unable to access
the Answer
in dimming light
Please reboot us
Please forgive us
Please END the Game
-----------X-----------
P Propelled into the war after tora, tora, tora.
E Escalation arrives in Oahu, paradise explodes.
A Amorous and hula skirts set aflame at once.
R Reveal of a takeover plan, pot shots extreme.
L Lucid nightmare lit with oil and screams.
H Hear it! Smell the scent that still reminds us
A About the cost of freedom; the belch of deep
R Roustabouts who have settled into their sleep.
B Bust out! Ring the knell until it comes alive.
O Odor lingers! We must bring it to the surface.
R Round up the freedom fighters of the deep!
Bonjour mon amour
This is a peppermint persuasion
Occasion excellent ecstasy
Audacious illustrious elation
Spicy nicely give me more sweet
Freshly impress me please
Eroticlly stress me squeeze undress
Me by all means finesse me with
Your peppermint air with your
Blessed breath come into my
Atmosphere let me experience you
Peppermintly breathe release the
Best of you on me. If I touch you
Will you touch me too? Stroke me
With your tenderness delicately
Oohoo the escalation increases my
Need I beg you more, please!
Am I your peppermint pleasantry?
At least I am your exotic or neurotic
Eroticist peppermint dream. Your
Sweet fresh Salacious breath with
Your specialty in your flavorful
Feverishly fantasy peppermintly
Ecstasy extra peppermint permitted
Favorable fixation Flagrantly
Fanatical fantastic vision with this,
I say, Good night my heart. I will have
A peppermint patty dream of you
In my night ALWAYS AND FOREVER
IN MY SIGHT. Mon amour ma Belle.
Mon amour.
The territorial aspirations of the dictators
change in the course of aggressive adventure,
the geopolitical scenario through regional conflicts,
with the dreadful potential of global escalation.
Though the cold war between the super-powers
has ended with the demolition of a wall,
the global hot spots of persistent conflicts,
flared by the supremacy pursuit still persist.
As predicted by Nostradamus, these spots,
the clashing arena now of limited proxy war,
might someday thrust the world into World War 3,
with mass destruction weapons ending the civilization.
The humanity will face unprecedented devastation
at the aftermath of WW3, the nuclear apocalypse.
In the midst of the nuclear winter then,
there won’t be any winner in another ice age.
Poetry positively proud
Purposeful Pondering Petals
Of a softest
perpetual Persuasion poetry
Soup potion renders elation
Energy elevation? It is the
Escalation of the notion of a
Poetrysoup potion. Skipping
Stones at the liquid ledge at
The edge of tomorrow look
Through time. Is it the kind of
Time when promises are
Kept. Rhymes to eccept. Left
Right left right crept. The
Potion of devotion. Explosion
Of the heart. Is there a Cardiac
Guard. It especially exceptionally
Excellently. Artfully, awesome,
Substantially systematic just
Poetic words. That of which
Definitions never ever heard
Poetry potions poetic notions
I think the course has ended
But since I'm a versatile
Occupational better version of
Myself I'll continue in another
Rhyme at a different kind of
Communication but, I care only
For diligent conversation it
Really shouldn't matter though
I communicate in poetry I know
All the cues. Carry on my poetic
Friends this is me signing out.
Farewell, Farewell again.
Farewell.
In money we believe.
In superstition we trust.
Fill the offering basket
And present yourself for duty.
Preach fire to your Facebook choir
And get your social media fix
With sacramental podcasts and tweets
From the pantheon of agitprop.
Videotape your obsessions
For anonymous voyeurs’ delight.
Let Tik Tok compel your attention
As your mind fills the void it deserves.
Arouse your conspiracy’s fervor
On the way to gaining likes and shares,
While the women and the children
Fall in on the refugee trail.
Soon your ego’s grown bloated
Like those dead army mules
Lying by the side of the road
In a war correspondent’s photo.
If your house gets egged
On the first day of war,
You can expect that escalation
Is just a hand grenade away.
When the bluster and champion of words bleeds
from the flue,
quite unintentionally, with seeds…
The whirlwind of contrast and opposing creeds
turns one blue,
when the bluster and champion of words bleeds.
Spur of the moment spat of dandelion weeds
without a clue,
quite unintentionally with seeds.
A test dummy with mouth and lip speeds
seems so frou-frou,*
when the bluster and champion of words bleeds.
Delightful time but for tilt of raw deeds -
a daft wind blew,
quite unintentionally with seeds.
When unmitigated passion and escalation leads,
bad blood breaks through…
when the bluster and champion of words bleeds
quite unintentionally with seeds.
2/26/2022
AN ORIGINAL VILLANELLE
L Milton Hankins
*Frou-Frou — silly
Escalators work either way
Escalations work either way
Escalators put load on other side
Escalations push load on same side
First is for the physicially disbled
Next is for mentally disbled
Whoosh!
I allow.
Reality.
Away from the plunging depths of escalation.
Which I mistook as elation.
As I tried to survive.
Forever gone.
Are the frantic memories.
Forever here.
Are the spirits who saved me.
Forever far.
Are the people who found me guilty.
I met UFC and she courted me.
She made me wanna hit!
But I stood back from the ring,
Not battered, but better I became.
It's no life worth livin' to get
your bell rang.
Or worse, to punch a good man
to his death,
Just to get the gawkers to
sing your song!
And move up the rung
to where you think you belong.
The escalation seems so wrong.
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