Pulp wrung out of sunset squeeze
Chinese dragon clouds
make mandarin marquees
Purple curtain shrouds
Folks without homes nobody sees
Electrified skies spark dust to flare
inside a vacant apartment
Twilight society’s fabric tears
Cringe crimson impairment
Wealth shields from irradiated glare
Wishing star stuck in limbo, catapults
daydream sun, distant flung
Pigeon sprauchle sudden vanish jolts
Mortified moon, hopes hung
Crusted blankets magic carpet vaults
8th November 2024
Written for Contest:
Jolted by Twilight
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See snow settle on windows.
Chimneys gently, carefully, puff out smoke and I
see irradiated lamp posts linking
cable-lines across the street.
Near a frozen wall of bricks and wires,
I fly over water pipes.
Ich fliege über Wasser, der Himmel zu,
wo ist Frieden, weißt es du?
Gutters pump out sleet
and newspapers wrapped in shiny plastic.
I watch grey watery clouds swell
and thicken in the sky.
The cold air wraps my wings
and butterflies meander with the wind
to hilltops we fly in.
Soon –
my wings will hold
a flower.
Who defended Jews from Nazis in WW2
A few brave souls here and there
Foul-smelling smoke from crematoria arose
The masses turned aside, held their nose
Only dirty Jews being gassed, burnt, chopped up and flayed
Only unclean Jewish women being gang-raped by the SS night and day
Only Jewish genitals being irradiated in sexual experiments
Only 'Jew-dogs' ~ their essence, filth and excrement
Today, Islamists shout 'Allah Akhbar,' then slaughter
Jewish grandmas, wives, babies, sons and daughters
The West cowers, labels them 'militants,' not terrorists
Israel, retaliate: Shoot every Hamasnik dead
~ Not a single one can you afford to miss
The wandering clouds, over the Japanese sky
With mirth and joy passing by
Unknown of the upcoming crisis
laugh of folks in merry bliss
The birds chirping, blessing good
never was it prominent and never it would
Soon the clouds turned gloom
detonated there, a very huge mushroom
"It Is WAR" echoed the west.
Unfortunately, the poor had not been blest
The west warned, but did not heed
the empire was left with bruises and bleed
For what was that ancient state?
Which got buried inside a crate
There was none left to weep
The nuke Wrought the area deep, the area so deep
Extermination, War and death
The ancient Empire took its last breath
What did the innocent do
who got irradiated in the faithless loo
Peasants, workers, poor got wiped
The remaining had themselves sniped
Once again, said the West-
"warned but did not heed!
Extermination and death is what we feed."
So was said, "Then arose A New Empire"
To reincarnate their diminished desire.
UNDERSTATEMENT
language
confirms
the
familiar
even a weakness
angst
melodrama
wonder
the
significant
reciprocated
precisely
a
modern echo
momentarily
a
slight
foretaste
vibrant
elegant
twirling
surreally
&colourfully
rendered
an avatar
of
estrangement
in an
unmistakable
panoply
of
glowing
visages
eyeballing
sallow
isolation &
unsettling
existence
animated
swirling
fathoms
of
fantasy
irradiated
with
innocence
exuding
the
will-o’-the-wisp
influence
expressly
apparent
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Hot zones of danger,
dark places
where dense hearts go
Hearts that are cold as ice
Roll the dice ...
take a chance on fatal corona exploration
Go ghetto orbital
and gamble with your porcelain life
You’ve been whitely warned:
Shun the spots —
the darkside of the Helios shadows,
where the sun don’t golden glow
It’s best to yield to your coin conscience;
the fade-to-black pulse
of the societal dusk, dimming yellow
Go colonial orbital,
where the cloudless reign
of oppression is rife
And the gravity of poverty
is sol cranial heavy
Irradiated cries cuts through
the poisoned atmosphere of hatred
like a serrated knife
You’ve been white noise warned:
Danger!
Avoid the riotous flares of destruction ...
hot spots,
where obstruction of justice flow
Shun the leper spots
of the volatile igneous rock dimming yellow
Those event horizon spaces —
ephemeral stardust places
that were polarity flux created not to burn slow
5-11-21
As the Dime Store sirens flared
bolts of irradiated invite,
my query was denied.
Their pimp-striped pilots only moaned,
their lust fueled by encapsulated
stench carried only by toothless carnies
from the canyons. Canyons o’ Crazed Confliction.
And behind… the dull dynamo hum.
I screamed for the Kelp Queen to come to me,
her tresses woven wave-like in the wabe.
My demands were simple.
The scars of the trucker's she must carry
(as war carries death)
for inbreeding has tainted her line.
“Can Omaha be far?” she pleaded
and tugged at my inter-ache
as tin balloons tug with time .
“For you?” I replied in a
flatulent belch.
The boiling madness was by now
beyond the horizon but kept in check
still by the neon dogs crouching by day under the interchange.
It is they who will now stalk the disease plagued ports
I sailed from so many
days
and
images
ago.
Until her kleptic crew of vagrants and priests
sprint with me in postpartum harmony.
Hipsters for TRUTH.
Having failed yet another repair, on the leaking rods
I spit my liquified bowels all over the walls
Retching up toxic filth within
an expectoration of black lumpy phlegm
forms a pebbledash of grotesque sin
Some I recognize, some I can’t figure out
but it’s me, spewing cancer is my distinctive subtlety
carries my mark, the mark of a closet misanthropist
the splattered mucus develops into a mural
speckled with irradiated lies
Etching deep into the walls
a perfect reflection of my gangrenous soul
Instinctively eating the flesh off my hands
takes away the gnawing pain of paranoia
absolving my torments once and for all,
unencumbered at last, I now feel the truth, agony is real.
look at me, look inward at my outward humiliation
Bleeding out, upon his own sick soul
innards burning like hell
The walls turn molten
meltdown complete
By
David Kavanagh
After the stoned and stoning age
The iron axe head fell
Steam fizzled out
Electricity waved hello
TV leeched onto something in our psyche
Space seemed a chore
Nuclear scared us to our irradiated core
PC took over
AI looking over its morality shoulder
Now this age of unseen smiles
government counting death by percentages
sorry not to put at ease
maybe its the end of these
quatermass vengeance
we went to their world
some went in a ship
for they liked that way
others were teleported
the speeds were the same
and both sets arrived simultaneously
on the world that they emanated from
we got revenge for the young people
that they harvested 100k years ago
irradiated by their fusion probe
taking protein for their machine
it wasn't economical
for half was lost
and turned our sky purple
now was the time for our revenge
the earthlings were here
we were now the aliens
all powerful and vengeful
this was our time
for we remembered...
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Las Vegas ... a gangster’s irradiated dream
Sin city ... all that glitter glow ain’t what it seems
Neon idols ... false lights beckon the human flies
One-arm lovers ... giving fifty-two kisses of plastic coated lies
Spinning red satin black bed ... promising to satisfy every drunken lust
Non-believers ... in the Devil, they do blindly trust
The game of con ... it’s a brothel house affair
Papier seduction ... blood money lines their coffin lair
Viva Las Vegas ... welcome to the American Idol nightmare
Bright ray of sun’s dust
Immense like Milky Way
Specks, flicks in small cosmic shapes
Hues of colors keen
Each so distinct, each so pristine
The bright sun’s beam
Penetrates, energizes leaves
Perceive the many motleys shadows
The symmetry of cloud and light
All reddish - yellow- green do glow
Iridescent – most majestic
Leaves on slim branches sway in gentle wind
Orchestrated as if led by a melodic wand
Kaleidescope in rainbow colors
Conducted by some magic power
Leaves irradiated, alive, begging
Majestic foliage from afar
But close up a painters dazzling marvel
Of nature’s best
After the long, nuclear winter blizzard,
came the abominable spring
Permafrost thaw of a frozen solstice ...
irradiated human cattle
grazing on the solyent green
Radiation contamination was a growing hazard;
mutating, red-blooded bluebirds fed
on decayed, crocus flesh flowering
The chirps and the moos
had a field of dead dreams reminisce —
Gullet beak and the cud chew
won a protein glut battle
Of the spreading, abundant solyent green,
there was no mushrooming scarcity
Summer and autumn cannibal feast,
bountiful harvest of an abominable spring
Alice and Alex always ate apples.
Bobby brought baked beans
Carol cooked cleaned catfish
David decorated delicious donuts
Ellen endured eating eleven eggs
Freddie fried five fish
Gina grabbed green grapes.
Holly had Heavenly Hash
Ivan indulged in Ice cream
John just jostled jello
Kim kept kool aid
Lisa loves long licorice
Mike made mini meatloaf
Nan needed new napkins
Oliver offered olives
Peter preferred pumpkin pies
Queenie quietly quit
Rosaline roasted ribs
Sharon sampled strawberry sauce
Tom tossed the tomatoes
Ulysses used utensils
Valerie vegetables varied
Willy wasted watermelon
Xavier x-irradiated xacuti
Yolanda yielded yellow yogurt
Zack zested zucchini
I wonder why,
Several hundred years ago,
The Yorktown Brits
Played a drinking tune for surrender.
Maybe they thought they were drunk?
Maybe they thought they’d be drunk
The second they got home?
Whatever, nevermind history.
We’ll just loop the tape,
Play it back every century or so.
Now? I won’t go out with a sign,
Say that the worst president has arrived.
Frankly, I don’t think that.
Now don’t lynch me because of it.
First amendment, alright?
Freedom of speech. Something many don’t have.
Be grateful it’s here while it is.
Well, we’ll remember him. That, at least, is true.
But I wonder; in several years,
I’ll play a drinking tune and tip them down,
The bubbling irritating my throat,
Tears running down my cheeks.
Will they be of sadness,
Of seeing an idol, a changer, leave?
Or will they be of happiness,
Of being released from tyranny?
We’ll remember in the future,
Pass down the stories to the generations
Inheriting our messed-up, irradiated society.
That, at least, is true and always will be.
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