The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
ring, ring,
dang that thing
can't wake
for pete's sake.
get up
go pee
OK
let's see
stumble out
stub toe
bad start
let's go
water, straight
hydrate
good for cramps
don't call me gramps
take a walk
barefoot
neighbors talk
he's a nut
well put
big deal
this sludge
oatmeal
roughage
toothbrush -
what tooth?
corn mush
tooth gone
lost youth
I'm fed
make bed
another day
to dread
TO MY WILLED EBONY WORD FLOWERS
Tolling bells are ringing,
And mission purpose
Grows to its physical end:
Spiritual nourishment willed:-
Those who sow
Wisdom’s navigation
Will pass on and die,
But their Epistles
Will remain sermonic lessons
To be learned and actualized:-
While their white,
Lettered paper, may yellow,
The inking will remain black;
Teaching those holy lessons:
Washing needed feet, surpasses
Bloody hand washings:-
Though death is inevitable,
Likewise, is the suppressed word
And the revelation of its enlightenment:
And though it may flow slowly,
It flows to the mind's deepest depth,
And its ascension of mind is limitless:-
May the coming tears for me,
Forever hydrate the word flowers
Who seeds I’ve sown and left behind:
That they and my spirit may bear fruits
With energizing juices, nourishing liberation.
my hands are cracked and bleeding
I gag as bone protrudes
but the show must go on.
my hands are tightly bandaged
once i disappear behind the screen
and light illuminates my hands
I look perfect.
I steady my tremors
and put my focus
into my performance.
I wish that someone
would peer behind the screen
kiss my hands
and hydrate my skin
with tears
but instead
I watch others puppet shows
at the slightest mistake
I waste no time
I rip the paper
but there they stand
soft, unscarred hands
I’m forbidden form their theater
for ruining the show
I learned to stop letting
my insecurities show
but I always worry
that others
struggle the same
almost to a fault
but instead
I hide behind the curtain
bandaging my broken hands
Sure, youth can run marathons,
But not of the sort
It takes to get old,
That’s a far different sport.
Getting old takes patience
And you must set a pace
To perform to the end,
For this is far from a race.
But here’s some advice,
To aid in the run:
Make sure to hydrate
With wine and bourbon.
blue man had one mission but it was a big gun
Wanted to hydrate the planet, each and every one
Every plant, every person, every animal who existed.
We who heard the plan helped him. No one dare resisted.
We put water on everything and drank it as well
H2O from farm ponds, lakes, dams, reservoirs and every well
Blue man got famous and paid experts to hydrate the rest
I was exhausted from watering, so glad, I must confess
Pushing the envelope outside the box
if only here to accentuate
the many ways in which
emu may emulate
by delivering nutrients' benefits
and what's more
help repair with anti-aging hydrate
yet won't clog your pores
they herd the birds in a mob
not a troublesome job or task
with ladle fire pit pot and hob
'How is it collected?' I hear you ask
as allegedly good for the skin
anti-inflammatory emu oil
is scooped off the bubbling surface
when they're brought to the boil
This run ain't been fun for a while now
Energy for it all been ran out
Beggin myself to let go of this doubt
N start bein what I always been about
Knock myself off this damn cloud
Kuz its lookin like its about to storm some more
Ya know sht bad when chaoz got me bored
Being sober is more like a chore
The chemicals I keep in my brain cells
Got me convinced this reality I'm in is forreal hell
Its like my luck done hit the driest dry spell
Forgot how it feels to feel well
If I ever did know...
.....dazed out
Wondering if this whole sht
Is a fckd up sht show directed and written by
...who tha fck knows
Gettin kicks outta every low blow I catch to tha dome
Steady fckn with my mental state
Don't even try to act like im tryna exaggerate
but the plates overflowing with anger, pain & hate
when all I ordered was peace, love & fun
with some lust mixed in to hydrate
Keepin it super real
At this fcked up rate,
I dont even gotta contemplate
Why everyones walkin around all irate
While im just slowly strolling around
In this fcked up drug haze
Written: June 27, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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Mirage suggested on the run
"Hydrate or be well-done, my son"
The ice cream rebelled,
The sunflowers yelled—
And the night couldn't outshine the sun!
To Being Waters Of God
Wars evaporate
the lives God gives us to live;
but peace hydrates them:-
It’s time for us to hydrate
and dissolve life’s worldwide wars:-
it's raining so fun and games are on pause
the outdoors hydrate and regenerate
meanwhile we await with bated breath
the return of sunshine in all its glory
we live up high in proximity to God
where we commune with Nature
always grateful to enjoy a slice of heaven
right outside our door ~
AP: 2nd place 2025, 3rd place 2025
Temptation, The Seed Of Sin
Miracle Man
9/5/2024
At life’s every turn there’s enticement to face,
and when we overcome its only by God’s grace.
If we yield to temptation it becomes a sin,
And Satan’s always there giving us his spin.
To hydrate the seeds in our minds that we ban,
Satan always shows up with his watering can.
1 Corinthians 10:13 KJV
13 There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
Re-hydrate, sipping coffee,
Old teachers, you see,
Inhale fragrance divine,
Caffeine breath, not wine,
Iced coffee, or latte?
Like my beans? I say,
Blending as one,
Sipping coffee, fun,
Addiction of our age,
Coffee fan, my page....
Blazing sun stuns my eyes, sunglasses offer no respite.
Clammy hands tremble, as the steering wheel begins vibrating.
Arsenic heat suffocates, wrapping its hands around my neck.
Parched lips beg to hydrate,
but 'Jeptha Creed' increases the intensity.
Thunder rumbles through my body,
as lightning strikes in 'desert storm' flashbacks -
all I see is red flags, red lights and red rage.
Feet seem cemented trying to find the break,
then stumble trying to regain control.
Dazed thoughts slowly crumble, searching for green to go.
Metal medley of machine guns, bloodshot,
go bang, bang, bang, as all around begins to fall down.
Grenades and strident screams reverberate like bombastic echoes,
over and over again, boom, boom, boom,
like a broken record with deep inherited scratches,
resembling resurfacing scars, left behind from mangled wounds.
Head is spinning like a bike wheel, spasms are speeding, unable to halt.
I scream at graphic memories of fallen comrades,
cursing, why I was the last man standing.
Purim Serum
Reverse the decree, costume quorum,
Dour outlooks, ingrates can wait,
To “V’Al HaNissim” respond “Amen!”
‘Til Shichur or REM inebriate,
Confusing “Baruch Mordechai & Arur Haman”,
Choose an opponent as a receiver of being considerate,
Send Mishloach Manos, listen quietly to Ahem!
Uplift with LeChaim! Drink Schnaps to hydrate,
To a Purim Seudah gather friends,
Imbibe wine! Purim Torah relate,
Hamantaschen savor as Oneg’s the end,
Be generous to a fault, an Oni sate,
Is Purim Serum bourbon?
Or Simcha shared? Requires Iyon, Ruminate!
This poem may be wordy surplus, excess, abundant,
Which means “A lot!” Not at all “Definate”
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