Peace, peace, and sincere peace
We all wish, dream and confuse about peace
Are we really serious, thirsty and hungry for peace
Even though the gunships and cannons are set and ready
To go, to attack the weak and the imagined enemies?
Do we truly want a world of brotherly harmonies?
Yet, superpowers invest their time, ingenuity, and moneys
In smart drones, powerful guns and well-trained armies
Are we sure that we want lasting peace?
This world is made of corrupt goons, polygamists, liars and bullies
Warmongers are hypocritical, strange, sneaky and devious
This agitprop about peace is delusional headlines or breaking news
To startle or to dimwit elderlies, idealists, and crying babies
Politicians are godawful sensationalists on steroid
Where muzzled reporters and anchors are ridiculed and toyed
By elected pogromists in search of free publicities
Yet, yes we yearn for peace and tranquility in the burgs and cities
Peace is about coming with clean and caring hands
To share the streams, the land, the sand and the highlands.
Thousand thoughts rummage the grey fluff.
Gloomy, godawful voices thump in self-talk
"I'm an idiot, a loser,...... it's all my fault".
Autopsies of the past, tear my flesh,
Regrets of a decade, devour my heart.
Rant of betrayals suffocate my breath.
Capricious sentiments egg me to a wreck.
Loud conch shells stalk me in heavy weight.
I sink in the abyss of "What'll people think?,"
I wish I could not hear what my mind says.
Isn't that echo the shadow of my sound ?
With a mind of steel, the Ventriloquist vowed,
I'll flash away that swampy dummy puppet..
I'll end the endless sabotage of that parrot..
It's my journey, .. my thoughts, ..my dreams.
PLACED FIFTH IN THE CONTEST
13th January, 2019
Plucking the Poisonous Parrot Contest
Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
there's magic
in dogs of summer,
unbridled love
of every odor,
snapping greedily
at buzzing flies,
running amok
in sweet grass and sky,
eyebright,
they call the world
to play rough games
over and over again,
you're their
sun and stars,
gone for a minute,
away for a day,
every second counts
in their desperate
yet comical
loneliness,
how can a tail
wag the whole dog?
how can that
impossible tongue
sit in that godawful breath?
perching like penguins
on the hassock or chair,
blocking the telly,
Hey, You! I'm here!
but the cosmic joke,
punchline yet to be told,
is that their lifelines
aren't made to match ours,
flaring like wooden matches,
burned down to the quick,
is it to ensure that our lives
are filled with love renewed,
gifted the second chance,
to take advantage of time,
with the ultimate friend?
if we all knew that our lives
were measured in years of a dog,
would our noses lead us to love more
and would we consider heaven the sod?
Peas in the laundry
Skates on the stairs
Car keys in the trash
(put there on a dare)
Raisins in the carpet
Cheerios in the john
Nail polish on the dog
Laundry dots the lawn
A child lives here it's clear to see
Or maybe two or four or three
And here's a jar with a bumblebee
Is that a bra up in the tree?
Peanut butter-spackled walls
Jelly-coated drapes
Toys scattered on the stairs
A fish tank full of grapes
Bubblegum stuck in the drain
Footprints made with tar
Tax returns in the circular file
House plants in the car
A child lives here, as you might guess
It's easy to tell from the godawful mess
And although at times I feel great stress
Most of he time, I feel well blessed.
this noisy head i live in
it just never quiets down
theres some motherf#@ker screaming at two am
about some unpaid bills or parking tickets
and some other idiot going on and on about some girl that left
somebody is allways throwing trash out in the common area
little bits of some ancient relationship
small parts of some old mystery
just want to tell em all ''will you all please shut up"
stop that godawful freakin racket
some fool on the roof shouting poetry just when your drifting off to sleep
another idiot in the basement throwing monkey wrenches in the works
always somebody causing some kind of ruckus
just want to scream
"can we PLEASE get some peace and quiet for five minuets"
this crazy head i live in
i want to move
to some nice quiet country house
where you never hear a sound
peaceful with birds chirping
where i can get some rest
not this confounded noisy head i live in
not this apartment building of lunatics i call a mind
As February stumbles
into March
overcast,
sometime rain
sometimes snow
always a raw wind
I am consumed
by nothingness
Adrift in
the monotony,
a book arrives
my chapter
p:107- 118.
I worked so hard
two years ago?
It joins the others
on my shelf.
Godawful traffic
late getting home
to be met
by your smile,
our three year olds’
running embrace
the dogs wet head
and tales of kindergarten,
elementary school
and your own job trials.
My scowl fades
the bathroom faucet
still drips
washing a bit of gray
down the drain.
The demons are consuming me,eating me alive
I'm trying to fight but my soul wont survive
The devil's kiss is burning my skin
Evil is coming out from within
I can sense the animosity behind your eyes
The wicked,the lies,the truth I despise
Stop trying to possess me,one more and again
Stealing my mind you can no longer bend
Pulling my body through a world of flames
The feelings I'm feeling I can't even name
Sword in my chest,dagger in my hand
Not knowing my way through this Godawful land
The poison in my veins is freezing cold
The stench in the air,my breath I must hold
My time is running out,I can hear the clock "tick"
My fate and my destiny I must now pick
So I draw in a breath with which I can scream
"I command thee!"
"I command thee,unhand me!"
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