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Here we
Here we
Here we ing go
Snarled from within the orange
comfort glow
as i passed
by local pub
Churlish laughter
from a lass
searching for the knight
to give her forever after
ends up with a bastard
Cough and sneezed diseased
Staring at their feet
drawing on paper sleeves
deformed amber gargoyles features
choking on the winters cause
Music tremors ripple
blackened puddles
Not a t-rex in sight
snuggle my own collar
Blowing smoke and mist
Focus on the point
where both mix
Fermented caveman scrawls
echo
and trundle
through
through
a chill that kills the air
Aired secrets crumble
beneath a love undone
the ghost child
waiting outside for a father
that will never come
Take a step
perhaps to be the last
Losing grasp
feeling through the darkness
for homes path.
End of summer arrives over the hill
with yielding flowers in little red buckets
half eaten pizza boxes discarded at will
theme parks lay vacant as open lockets
a Japanese lilacs gives one last gait
the birds fly south with Autumnary song
shaker knits aired as bathing suits deflate
life begins to slow as we lose the throng
mother earth encases bereft of cloak
and golden fields lay barren without fruit
regardless of the change we opt to stroke
the last of summer as it spills out mute
as the season configures and declines
I go higher up where the sun still shines .
8/11/2019
Writing Challenge 1, August 2019 - Just Write
Sponsor, Dear Heart
I reckon I'm revealing my age when about radio days I pen,
But I fondly recall listening to our Philco radio 'way back then.
What wondrous tales, mysteries and pure comedy from it flowed,
By simply tweaking the tuning knob on the dial that brightly glowed!
I sprawled upon the floor nigh the Philco letting my imagination flow,
As cowboys, pilots, pirates and comedians performed their show!
I laughed as Jack Benny struggled to play his screaky violin,
And thrilled to the music of Glenn Miller and Irving Berlin!
I followed the escapades of teacher Eve Arden as Our Miss Brooks,
And the family sitcom starring Fanny Brice as Baby Snooks!
There was Hopalong Cassidy, The Cisco Kid and The Lone Ranger,
In shootouts with the bad guys protecting the good guys from danger!
I felt tingles along my spine hearing Inner Sanctum's creaking door,
As Richard Widmark began his weekly series with scary tales galore!
Red Skelton's Clem Kaddidlehopper and Sheriff Deadeye kept me in stitches,
And the eerie episodes of Lights Out nearly scared me outta my britches!
The Life of Riley and Fibber McGee and Molly aired on Sunday nights,
And later I enjoyed listening to The Bickersons and their perpetual fights!
Happily, I have many of those old shows on tape that I play now and then,
When I tire of the inane rubbish on TV due to my short attention span!
Fall flourishes with flighty flair,
a lilting song upon the air.
Symphony of fading cinder
all in spirit, rhythm, and timbre.
In Her heart a mild melody
flirting with a sweet revelry.
She has not sung this song before,
an unearthly, uplifting score.
Morendo a niente, fades out,
catching Her breath in subtle shout.
Crescendo of color escapes
in multidimensional shapes.
Catching currents, Her breath has blown,
paves the path with scattered seeds sown.
Her name is carved on every tree
She has conceived her canopy.
Dulcet, the voice of Autumn sways,
Presto agitato, She plays,
Leaves flutter in a rustling dance,
taking part in russet romance.
What sweet music tingles the trees!
Baring bold birches, blows the breeze,
Arias aired in harmony
with woods akin bleeding honey.
Enjoy Fall's vibrant banjo beats,
as she raps with hued leafy sheets,
whispering soft kisses and dreams,
Refrains released in umber streams.
Foliage tanned and tinted brown
tango with harvest's golden gown,
Autumnal chorus slow tingles,
Join in with Her joyful jingles.
Dutiful discipline drives devoted diligence...
Quotidian dedication describes
das deft dude,
his promising passion
with English language
within recent past dim sum
might notice he brewed
poems about common
trials and tribulations food
for thought self sadist factorially
reasonably rhyming oft times
incorporating analogy, metaphor, simile
more so to stave
writer's block fortitude attitude
versus less to impress any
first time unknown reader,
or anonymous regular
guy/gal follower disproportionately
emphasizing burgeoning agonizing
travails analogously Druid
cursed his existence fearsome
oaf got me matt chewed
rendered into pulp fiction
subsequently spit viewed
within circle comprising
cannibalistic primate creatures
roam'n around within
makeshift amphitheater crude,
yet sophisticated as
simplistically configured, construed
convoluted edifice witnessed
snaking snarky conga line
weaving and bobbing amidst
totemic pillars where well
kneaded, muscled, oiled...
flesh glimmering while nude
on green acres, whereat
arbitrary petticoat junction etude
aired by linkedin foo fighting
beastie boys in the hood
paying homage to their
benevolent patron - Saint Jude
honoring self serving
cisco, duck, eagle - feather nesting
arrogant, bombastic, conceited...,
egos trumpeting barren airs
exuberantly keyed how
village people got royally screwed
taken to cleaners riverside,
whereby sudden deluge didst flood
courtesy of... mad
don (huh) feeling stewed,
who sought world dominance
raged at populace he should
receive nobel peace prize
and voted, nee crowned emperor
demanded cachet else...
he promised to force unglued
freedoms of life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness!
You watched it on TV
And you might have wondered why
Colin knelt on that football field
What was he attempting to try?
The narrative of his actions
Were about America's attitude
Towards Black men
How they've been lynched, harassed
And murdered again, again and again
Yes he got the attention of the world
Especially this nation
He started a dialog
Of unparalleled participation
And when the so-called powers that be
Showed their true colors
As their prejudice was aired
The movement then flourished
Took on a life of its own
And fruit it now has bared
To kneel or not to kneel
On what principles do you stand?
To kneel or not to kneel
Racism is alive and doing well in this land
As people of color we will no longer
Compartmentalize our pain
And our degradation
We now stand bold and unapologetic
In righteous indignation
We give our God the glory
Because in our hearts we truly know
That He's the Creator and the one who's
Really running this show
To kneel or to take a knee
Is not a sign of disrespect
But a gesture to show honor, esteem
And merit as one genuflects
For every knee shall bow
and every tongue shall confess
That Jesus the name above all other names
Is sovereign and blessed
And as we take a knee in the church
Or on the football field
We kneel in privilege and in protest
To let the world know how we feel
For when one is knighted
one kneels in supplication
And when a soldier has fallen
All kneel in commiseration
And when we kneel to pray
To Father God our heavenly Lord
We are showing respect and reverence
To Him in all accord
Colin didn't realize that his actions
Were pregnant with infinite possibilities
That by kneeling he opened the eyes
Of this nation and revealed its frailties
To kneel or not to kneel
Jesus Himself did kneel in fact
He took a knee for all of us
To let us know He had our backs
TO KNEEL OR NOT TO KNEEL
Juneteenth… Justifiably they say ignorance is bliss.
No, it’s nothing to be proud of.
Ultimately unaware and unfamiliar, living in Canada
I had no clue about racism.
Naïve with never more than a glimpse of references seen
on bits of night time television.
Epitomizing the slavery era, aired the much acclaimed
tv series ROOTS much to my chagrin.
Truthfully it was the last coup de grace,
the last nail in the coffin of my innocence.
Evil had a face and victims the likes of my idol
Sammy Davis Jr who sang The Candy Man.
Embittered? Supposedly not with his debonair charm,
yet what of all my Motown idols?
No further than in my lifetime, discrimination and bigotry,
the need for a Juneteenth.
Traditional celebrations commemorating the thirst
for freedom of emancipated ancestors.
Heads of parades waiving a Juneteenth Flag of Freedom
while sipping a Strawberry soda pop.
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on June 15, 2018 for contest JUNETEENTH POETRY sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 3RD
Tell me your story, leave out no fact,
I’ll pose my questions with sympathy and tact,
You’re a brave woman with a pure heart,
If you’re now ready, breathe deeply and we’ll start.
You were fifteen, vulnerable and shy
Discovering life as every day went by,
Protected by the hearth of community and home,
Your world a few square miles from which you did not roam.
And then one day your confidence was shorn,
A callous act from which a pattern of anxiety was born;
Your silent tears prove anguish knows no bounds,
But I must be sure your memory has grounds.
The boy was Brett of that you have no doubt?
“The very one whose name from every rooftop I will shout.”
And yet for thirty years you didn’t tell a soul?
“My sadness couldn’t breathe from the innocence he stole.”
I’m told your friends know nothing of this day?
“I’m filled with sorrow as its pure truth that I now say.”
Your memory is shaky as to what happened when and where?
“Not a day goes by that anguish I don’t share.”
I can’t begin to feel the way you clearly do,
But looking in your eyes I see the terror’s true.
None can forgive the actions of this heel
That from his deed he could your joy so steal.
Whilst we can’t know it was the man you claim,
No doubt one did your soul unjustly maim;
Your trauma known, your burden shared
And through your truth a lesson clearly aired.
Dawn, you fall upon striking radiance,
Birds lift the sky using wings patience,
Barren and wizened tree, I trust your vitality,
A sympathy that teams will ignite beauty.
In a palm tree, I sense the vicinity of God,
Insight into the immersion of her slid plod,
Unbounded in the knot of her whirling line,
Sprouts that grip her arm detect the shine.
A forlorn area with five palms and no plan,
A sequence can be upheld or a dream span,
The Sun, also the wind, renovate them up,
God is the lone neighbor of this turning shrub.
They sent me a brilliant association card,
Interface with each one or tool; odds aired,
An echo or soft spell will assist you to connect,
Permit a break to interfere with the planet.
Dwelling to gain my insight and future move,
If you're a skeptic, ignore others' reprove,
Alike fall leaves, beliefs, and flows are altering,
Take advantage of your mothers cunning.
The clay of life morphs sort of borne gold,
Hooray for the victorious funding reward!
Poems are alike tepid baths for the heart,
When the wind blow and the shrubs melt.
Connect with your spirit and the sacred tree,
I barely foresee the specifics of your jubilee,
To simplify your life, adapt rather than resist,
Ultimately, colors can evoke thoughts of drift.
I sense grace in how she sways in the breeze.
Dignity as she soars to the heights, appease.
She relaxes as she exudes the noxious air
She displays courage by resisting despair.
Written: May 15, 2022
1st Place contest winner
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
You see it a lot now a days, being aired everywhere you look
In many forms and many ways even you and I are in the book
As the news anchors spin their story or even just friend to friend
Jesus said in all of His Glory be careful of the message you send
Do not slander your foe nor wish him evil upon his daily way
For it isn't yours to know only your duty and obligation to pray
Cut not one at the knees or even enter into the gossip mill room
Infectious like disease most of those people are headed for doom
Like a murderer and or a thief, gossipers too are high on the list
They simply add to another's grief the sin being in how they twist
They prolong another's plight in wanting to know every little detail
Never choosing to do right as each reputation they seem to impale
Of others never speak a negative word, but act as if they were there
Put aside everything you heard and then do something that is rare
Acting as if that person were you, as one day this may be the case
Still not sure what to do... Remember the Day Jesus took your place
“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart
bringeth forth that which is good...”
Luke 6:45