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Gholam startled for a second, smelling the women;
his nose turned sharply to the east,
Glad he would be able to rapidly
pick up their scent after devouring his feast,
Madic had been an acquaintance of sort,
but his slimy slippery flesh was ripe for eating,
and Gholam was holding court.
Gholam was glad he had brought his sword,
wondering if there would be a reward
if he presented Madic’s head to The G-lord.
Feeling threatened, the possibility of being diced and eaten himself,
sends a warm tingly cascade of adrenaline down his back sided shelf.
Who would be the tastiest? Delectable, the most?
Mastication of Madic keeps him tied closely to his current host.
In a day or two, the juiciness will turn tasteless and sticky.
Two day old flesh is truthfully rather icky.
Gholam gulps his prey in appreciative bites,
relishing his feast, warm and salty.
It takes him to new cannibalistic heights.
He catches another whiff of the women, perhaps one will be his mate.
There is no haste to reach their coven beyond outer gate.
They will go down easy, not understanding until it is too late.
Date: 12-16-2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps
Sponsor Nina Parmenter
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Arms stretched, hands up, commanding a halt
Obedience and fate will now compete
His adrenaline pumping like a drumbeat
His eyes shut tightly sting with warm sweat's salt
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Flinching at each tire screech, yet never leaves his feet
As if they were glued down to the hot asphalt
Obedience and fate will now compete
The driver’s brake and squirm in their seat
Some swerve, eking by in black, white and cobalt
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
He holds position and will not retreat
His reasons hid far away and locked in a vault
Obedience and fate will now compete
How many humans are more sour than sweet
If they don’t try the brake, is he solely at fault
With traffic flowing he stands in the street
Obedience and fate will now compete
November 2, 2022
Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
I am addicted to you
Every time I see you
My heart skips a beat in excitement
A sweet sensation of joy spread thru me
I just can't stop my heart from singing
beautiful and joyful you are
You're like a ray of sunshine spilling joy into my life
I am ever so happy
Every time I look into your dazzling eyes
I am lost and don't wanna be found
They capture my breath
Holding my heart a prisoner
And undresses me to the naked eye of nature
You're like a prescription of joy I am addicted to you
I am high on happiness
Every time I hear your voice
I get so hypnotized that I only see your fine lips
Moving, as you talk to me
Often I tire you telling you to repeat what you’ve said
because your voice plays like symphony
into the deepest core of my soul
Please, never stop talking to me as you do
Every time I touch your skin,
Adrenaline shoots into my system like a myriad
Doses of bliss fused with cosmic allure
Sometimes I’m tempted to call off meetings
And visits, only to find my arms
Wrapped around your waist for an entire day
Being close to you is all the heaven I know
You're my addiction of joy
I crave you
An outpouring of happiness,
love surges up from the heart
and splashes against the soul:
an emotion, exclusive to humans.
More than a ubiquitous word:
love is an overwhelming feeling of elation
that burns in your heart,
and merges with your soul;
defying logic and reason.
The human heart entertains a multitude
of inexplicable innate feelings,
that fuel hopes and expectations.
Love is such a feeling:
both ethereal and physical,
it defines humanity.
A heart imbued with love will forgive:
what a prideful heart will not.
For love's a knee-jerk reaction
that requires no thought.
Love can bring excruciating pain,
or a euphoric adrenaline rush:
either way, it will not be ignored
nor ever fade away.
For Zoltar…
I put on my best Sunday clothes
And began my journey to get my fortune
I drove over bridges and through alleyways
To get to the amusement park
In which he resides
Earlier I visited the bank to change my twenty
To get a fresh one dollar bill
Of which his machine will consume
My adrenaline peaks as I arrive near
I’m shaking and trembling in anticipation
Of what my fortune will tell
And then I see him
seated behind the crystal ball
Protected by a pane of glass
I insert the green paper
And Zoltar comes to life
Speaking to me, wishing me well
My fortune is dispatched
I read it
It was worth the visit
Edamus et bibamus ...
Today is a general party ...
Hellish turmoil, subside,
bacchanal, diabolical feast!
Joy, euphoria, abuse...
Gigantic ball ... real hell,
artificial sky ... hysteria!
Laughter, smiles, screams, kisses ...
Loose nerves, adrenaline
almost explosion, almost stroke ...
Beer, coca, tequila, cannabis ...
Unleashed senses, consciences
nauseating ...
Pubs, bars, alleyways,
madness in the alleys ...
There is no tomorrow!
There is a long day,
endless night,
enjoyment ...!
Before, all "alive",
now early morning ...
Tomorrow came ...
All dead
contaminated ...
All invited,
covidados ... Covid,
is the King ... the God,
the devil... !
A Champion must lust for that ancient adrenaline
the primal prize alive in the eyes, trophy of thunder in the pulse,
a Champion's heart welcomes adversity with teeth gleaming sharply,
worships the battlefield with risk righteous in ripped tradition,
doesn't celebrate the strikes that knock the foe into awe
finds glory in striving for the impossible
creates Legend from the unthinkable become visible,
buries the adversary's soul in the winter of forever woe,
the Champion says with disciplined effort and presence pure in practice,
lightning is comin for you, blasting your bones, bashing your boasts
tear you up and down and all around
your dreams nor dare, will not be found,
The Champion must adore the trauma of training,
remembers the humility of a Beginer's trouncing,
must pray with innocent instinct, thank Providence with confident conviction,
makin bravery out of bruises and being headstrong amidst hecklers,
invents technique like a Freeborn freak,
they shame the opposition into reverence with indisputable excellence,
true Champions are unforgettable, architects of shock and hope irrevocable,
indestructable like a titanium pyramid,
To be a Champion is to have a demolishing drive,
they must excel when underestimated
and must dominate when expected to succeed,
the Champion's Faith devours fear and punishes pretenders,
to finish the foe with decisive declaration, " Check Mate! "
a Champion always defies, and never dies,
there is no calculation of defeat for an Angel following a Divine beat -
J.A.B.
Dawn hurls
Day in re-birth;
Touching moments
Light kisses earth
Touch of magic;
A new dawn
Daylight removes
Deep darkness;
Birdsong greeting
Waiting
Is over now;
Illumination comes
Morning delight
Sparkling beauty;
Nature reveals secrets
Sunshine
Postures anew;
Life's philosophy
Fresh ideas
Pleasant coinage;
Adrenaline rush
Words queue
Symbols transit;
Transient exploits
Fresh insights
Emerge and endow;
Humanity barters
Lovely day
To do nothing;
Just observe happenings
Take a break
From mere doing;
Slip into happiness
Leon Enriquez
31 Mar 2014
Singapore
You have it all but can’t recall
A time when you felt so glum
You act for all like you’re having a ball
With your whisky, beer, and rum
You cry each night and shake with fright
From the emptiness you are feeling
You think to yourself, life’s not right
As your inner torment has you reeling
You have spun the cylinder twice already
Only to hear two empty clicks
You felt the adrenaline and life was heady
Yet only for a few momentary ticks
You hide away each day in pills to make you numb
As you smoke your grass and ignore life’s tasks
You seldom shave and dress like a bum
So, to life’s engagements you are no longer asked
You hold your pistol up to your head
Then you curse and cry for feeling so alone
You have filled your mind with doom and dread
And viewed your life in somber tones
You loaded the cylinder with rounds in five
Giving it a spin, thinking this time I’ll win
You squeeze the trigger and click your alive
Shaking and screaming your mind whirls and spins
You shout out to heaven “Why do you hate me?”
Like a gangster you turn the gun upside down
You tremble it to temple, shaking like leaves on a tree
In a flash you reason a smile is a frown turned around
You freeze, then out loud this thought spews
“Why dear Jesus do you prolong me in misery?”
You must flip your me, to become we, and that heals you
Thus, together we live with peace and victory
You heard His reply and started to cry
Taking a deep breath, forgetting about death
You feel a jolt of joy at being alive
Tethered together you will chart a new path
You don’t know how, but your mind now allows
That life is worth living and you have a beginning
You point pistol, taking aim, pow-pow! pow-pow!--- pow!
Bullets fly away like the pain and you start giggling
The flawless Nebraskan sky hummed her blue tunes as I drove to work along that silent gravel road. Elegant white clouds wept as they gazed upon the chaos and dead innocence unfolding across the country.
I stared ahead as adrenaline carried me toward town and the need to begin again. The sounds of screams that had jolted me from my television still jolted my heart. Fireballs of horror exploded within my frightened soul.
Hours passed as I tortured my mind with gruesome details no one should ever have to know. Falling bodies and broiled flesh were too horrifying to imagine. The thought of a looming war was beyond my comprehension.
One quarter of a century has passed since that unimaginable Day.
If you don't remember that Day, then I envy you.
If you do remember that Day, then I hope Peace has adopted you.