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I’m so out of breath, but I keep pushing as hard as I can,
While my husband just sits there not helping at all.
You’d think after three times, he would understand
That it’s a team effort and he needs to get on the ball.
We’ve come so far, I just can’t believe he won’t help out.
I yell at him like never before, while he sits in that seat.
I can’t do this alone; all I do is scream and shout.
What do I have to do to get him up and on his feet?
I just want to give up and get back to my life, you see.
After hours of pushing, I don’t think I can do this anymore.
Next time, he’s pushing this big beast along, not me.
“It’s time for a new car,” I say, as I slam the door.
I hear Miles in the electric bath, brewing a Brew, a hiss and hum of future notes unsung/
Hear the headhunters who chant the Body Electric, barcodes of the night/
Mercy, Mercy, me — that’s soul cookin’ after-hours, a midnight kitchen of ribes and white bread to wipe the hot sauce from your lips/
Rockin’ the nerves of the city, every night, every light/
Cookin’, relaxin’, workin’ up soul grits and eggs, flapjacks on the side, ya dig/
A breakfast sermon to the late shift, to the dreamers who don’t sleep till they’ve said what they mean/
Smack up, man, Art Pepper’s on the scent, hunting a buzz before show time/
Chrome sun on his horn, a matchbook stuck in his shoe/
His ghost trails through the alleyways of sound recordings that held Pepper's dreams/
California sun gave way to a cool-on-the-coast breeze, of sun dials and jazz by the sea/
Just ask Chet Backer, who blew a mirror of skies into a room that could grow wings/
Like jazz singers, blues singers, they all are — swing, swing, swingers/
Vibrations in the static, a thump thump in the bassline, a ring in the thing that clings/
Jazz licks and kicks, a heartbeat’s percussion, live at Montreux, then Newport, then now, man, like wow/
The stage is a river, improvisation its current, the crowd its reflection/ Somehow, the healing water is in the notes/Notes drift like gulls over a harbor of smoke and light, jazz crowds of sound reassembling every night/
History in a groove, tomorrow’s echo riding the pulse of yesterday’s bright light into the new jazz stars of today/
So hear the electric bath bubble, hear the groove breathe, hear the chorus of the night/
Where the West Coast sun mellowed into cool fog and then into a brass-tangled flight/
Let Miles braid the air with hunger, let Pepper snap a spark, let the crowd rise, let it glow/
In this spoken word, the music speaks us back to who we were — and who we might dare to be/
after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out red-light nights fill voids of need my body is a ripped flower my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire gleaning the gleaming water-washed street for an answer to the latest outstanding bill sadly grateful for the slightest footfall twenty for oral forty for full car park dark steam-heavy dark not streetwalking but streetstaggering in hollow-pod hell anaemic-ashy and vodka-fumy amorphous shadows loitering on durex-dotted waste ground in secret alleys back to dank brick or deep throating down on my knees skirt around thighs fingers come-pearled and slick come quick after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out cold glitter of streetlights gleam of cold hard cash cold kisses colder touch no eye contact look away the cold nothingness that we say
Let me wipe away your tears of hopeless pain
The Lord's love towards all is numerous like the stars, so let the past disappear like California rain
The heart beats on like the drums in the night
The midnight stars shine as you open my eyes
I have a feeling you and I will be together again after hours of flight
Your eyes flicker with delight...it makes me smile to share an experience of natural highs
Pre-Ch: Love is a desire
That burns like fire
Love and good works
Light up the sky like fireworks
The heart is wide awake
The mind longs for peace to find
For your own sake,
Don't let the sorrows of time unwind
Ch: For the heart will love again
Unfold your wings and fly in the light
Learn to let go and let live, for your mind has stepped foot on another lane
Boldly, stand your ground with all your might
Repeat after me -
The heart will love again
I assure you that the heart will love again
The heart will love again
Are we on the same lane?
It's getting a little clearer that you're held back by fear
Mirror the pain in my heart and you'll see that you're not alone
Our Father will see to it that we're not alone, though we assume that we're on our own
Pretending to be perfect won't get us anywhere, so worry no more, my much adored dear
Pre-ch
Ch
I keep dreaming of you and I
I keep dreaming that one day we'll fly
We're gonna fly so far away from the mess we find ourselves in
We're gonna make it one way or another; at least our faith isn't paper thin
-whisper- The heart will love again
I assure you that the heart will love again
The heart will love again
Pre-ch
Ch
How sweet is your genuine words,
Whispered in my desire-stricken ears
Someday, you and I will embrace freedom like the uncaged birds
Moving forward at the speed of light, my heart pounding like drums of the night that last for several years
Remember to keep telling yourself -
The heart will love again
The heart will love again
For some reason, you remind me of myself,
Never losing hope that new life will begin
The first time we chatted, it was in a very crowded place.
But it was so quiet that everyone knew what we were saying.
The room was so busy, we decided we needed some space.
So, we went off together where nobody was playing.
After hours of learning so much about each other,
I knew it was turning into a very successful date.
We had enough things in common with one another
That we both considered our connection a stroke of fate.
We spent the next several weeks chatting about ourselves,
Telling each other stories, good and bad, from our past.
We even went through memories long ago put up on shelves.
It felt so good, I thought I’d found someone at last.
We’d both been married before, but love is worth repeating.
When I proposed one evening, it was a very emotional night.
Until the wedding day, we’d never had a face-to-face meeting.
So, when we both showed up in tuxedos, it was quite the sight.
Confused skyline
Smog curtains;
Choking sensations
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Dry weather
Dehydrated skins;
Hope awaits rain
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Blank page
Thought channels words;
Poetic lines echo
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Cursive strokes
Crisp overtures;
New mint in old style
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Moonlight indigo
Skyline illumination;
After hours prologue
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Abrupt shades
Dusk hurls mimes;
Another masquerade
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Happy hours gossip
Alcohol indulgence;
Cynical dispensations
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Hope floats
Love survives;
Faith lives code
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Rain pours heavy
Drenching wetness;
Lavish permutations
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Leon Enriquez
28 September 2019
Singapore
When cucumber comes to market ready
Placed next to produce in the store
In the company of strange vegetables
Odd fruits sit there spoiling not happy
Oppressed in dirty boxes every day they worry
Declare war on items grown and green
Things on sale that should not be there
Cucumbers selling three for three dollars is not fare
Fruits can not tell the truth or do arithmetic
They don't understand cucumbers are only one dollar each
Don't realize such things when packed away in storage
Some vegetables are green and waxy
Those are the facts
They taste good and have a snappy crunch
You do not have to pay taxes on vegetables
They are placed on tables in a salad after hours
That is what they were made for
Not for war
I savor sunshine - its voracious heat
as I drizzle sweet lemonade
on my dehydrated tongue.
I dip my toes into the fondant
of lemon afternoon. You’ll find me
wading in the aquamarine swoon.
My coral-colored swimsuit, one piece
tease of a midsummer’s sea;
saltine-salvation with a tangerine squeeze.
Chartreuse eyes, like a key lime pie,
Ray-Ban protected ~ *
dessert winks at her sublime prize.
Quite crimson, I become, forgetting
to reapply sunscreen, with a rub-a-dub-dub,**
as I sunbathe near my ocean tub.
Clueless after hours on the beach,
my love dives into his watermelon treat,
a breach of spousal ethics to my cause.
With a pouty lip and grifting-tears, I con
his palm to soak me down with aloe vera,
and grant me two-fisted cocktail sips.
The saffron sun dips on the zephyr’d beach.
A welcoming arm rounds my shoulders ~
lavender and lilac speech of twilight.
4/9/2021
Contest: Changing Colors
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Required words are highlighted in bold letters
Internal/End Rhymes
24 lines
Ray-Ban — brand of sunglasses
Rub-a-dub-dub — nursery rhyme
We all have buttons,
But we all have them in different places,
Almost impossible to find by looking at our faces.
The best way to find them is to build on the relationship,
And get them to trust you enough,
To show you where they are,
Or if they can be operated by remote control,
Give you the password.
Be aware if they have an internet connection,
You may have to double click.
Some of us have a silent mode on our off buttons,
So the other person can get a good nights sleep.
Children can be turned off,
But to do that you need a key,
Which is turned anticlockwise,
So they run out of energy and go to sleep.
Some will need a favourite book or toy,
To be provided before you can turn the key.
Remember anti-clockwise, not clockwise,
As that will wind them up and nobody
Will get any sleep.
Some people have off buttons that if pushed too hard,
Can catch fire or explode,
And if that happens you should call in an expert
In relationship building,
Like all pieces of equipment,
You should test them more than once,
To make sure they are in working order.
I also have to warn you,
That outside the hours of nine to five,
A professional relationship builder,
May be hard to find.
Of course you can avoid the need for one of those,
By building more than one relationship,
So you have a friend who you can call after hours for free advice.
Also it is recommended that you call only one person at a time your partner,
It is I am told, quite lonely,
Never having the need to push someone's off button occasionally.
I found myself stupefied
it was day
at the threshold of paradise
my watch said seven
gemstone lights
sparkling off walls
pearly white gates
by Angel's with flaming sword
guarded.
Swaying side to side
my strength half gone
I’m just a poet I said
he answered come.
At his smiling the gates
parted
opening an expanse
of endless blue skies
no sun no clouds
God’s love splendor
only white light
shining.
On path of gold gliding
on each side
unending fields of flowers
smiling
gentle waters flowing
a child sitting on lilies
playing with tiger.
Echo of farmers singing
in distant verdant hills
aromas of bread baking
wine fermenting
a shoemaker tip tap sound
a tailor stretching veils
of sparkling stars.
Joy on every faces
and in twinkling eyes
springtime serene gaiety
written.
In heaven work is play
and play is fun!
In perfectly fit attire
from gemstone houses
descending
with exuberant health
running
young and old approaching
with hugs and kisses
invited
astonished me
to banqueting.
Tables of elegance set
with golden goblets sparkling
cakes and berry wines
changing in taste
with each new desire
arising
deliciously satisfying!
Talking to each other
without words
reading each other’s heart
knowing each other well
they are peacefully content
in their loving intent.
Time in heaven
is compressed
or slows down at best
looking at my watch
after hours of festive fun
it said seven.
Enough the Angel said
you’re just a poet
to mystics is reserved
God's glory splendor
beyond this Portal.
Love is the root
of all unimaginable
peace and joy unending
Paradise is loving God
and loving God is paradise.
Fourth Place: Regina McIntosh
Heaven Contest
6/2/20