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You have raided my night again,
as the burst of a sudden storm,
sneaking into my loneliness,
at the most unexpected hour,
plunging me into swirls of pain
too deep for expression,
leaving me in utter disorientation.
I now drift aimless with muddled thoughts,
through the dingy avenues of the past,
never once able to sever the chord,
that binds me so tight to those memoirs,
exposing me to torrid heat
with my soul, burning down….
like a piece of smouldering coal.
Sleepless are my nights.
Dreamless are my days.
Like the sundown shadows growing bigger,
with every stride I take,
the farther I move, the closer you follow.
Can I convince you ever again,
I never meant any harm to you.
How wearily have I watched the flies,
lured by the dazzling light,
char into diminutive specks of black,
by the scorching tongues of flame.
Still, why did I let you burn,
in the flame of my accursed passion?
You were like a flower admired from afar,
afraid of even the gentle breeze coming near,
lest it might jolt the delicate frame,
and shake the petals down, sooner than due.
Yet vulnerable turned the moment,
when all of a sudden, it started to rain.
Like a child, eager to play in the puddles,
you ran out into the pouring rain.
All soaked through and through,
You came in…. awhile my gaze,
rested on the filmy fabric,
seductively clinging to your curves.
Then, that wild surge…. beat me down.
And Alas! Under a magnetic pull,
surrendered your fragile self with ease.
At that moment of self-abandonment
looted off all that you held chaste.
Never surmised, you were crying,
when I felt your cheeks, so wet.
Now I know, it was agony,
not ecstasy that I, then, beheld on your sentient face!
You refused to respond to my calls.
Unanswered went all my anxious queries.
Like a hibernating toad,
to some dark underground cave, you slid.
Abruptly, alerted on call,
by an alien sound, far from familiar
I hastened to the casualty ward,
and saw you lying limp,
with drops of blood, still dripping down
from your slashed wrist,
staring at me with an open mouth!
As I watched you lying still
with your eyes refusing to flutter,
I knew my world tottering below,
and my heart, set ablaze,
into a funeral pyre.
Today I embrace my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi buying weapons and drugs from corrupt junk sick officers working for gang leader as hitmen and security guards selling drugs to pregnant mothers today I'm reminded of going into hostage situations face to face with gunmen right across from three school forced to look through an assault rifle pointed at special agent Paula brand head panic fear I swallowed today I'm reminded Neal middle school Novak king elementary and North Chicago high school letting out the first day of school my four kids were ride along seated with the fbi supervisor special agent Leroy Heimbach I never trusted leaving them in school while i went into hostage situations keeping them safe I would hear them singing my girl with special agent Leroy Heimbach oddly from the corrupt officers walkie talkies actually alerted the gang leaders murderers that an fbi informant was inside corrupt officers were selling trading weapons providing the gang leaders with riot gear to stand off with fbi agents apparently the fbi alerted the department they were doing investigations unaware of the severity of the corruption willing to harm innocent lives by putting weapons in the wrong hands with my pregnant body inside with my four children singing my girl looking through an assault rifle three major crowded schools parents teachers crossing guards my heart racing as the killer demanding I tell him who special agent Paula brand was my heart pounding louder his eyes locked with mine he knew I knew her quickly I said she's not fbi she's my daughters teacher my eyes said please don't shoot today is just school conference day he didn't hesitate to place a 44 magnum in my mouth I still taste the blood in the corner of my mouth where the chrome cut my lip today I'm reminded how many lives were saved my wearing wires pregnant for the fbi buying weapons and drugs prevented large amounts of weapons from being in the wrong hands the key to ending gun violence making sures guns are not in the wrong hands today my prayers are with the many victims of gun violence school shooting including the 15 year old shooter my prayers are with the American family may we all embrace healing comfort and peace this advent season
In the saloon gambler Milton, rose from his leather chair to speak
And said we need to make changes for the good of Soup Creek
He read all the meaningful proposals to the townsfolk out loud
And those meaningful proposals were well received by the crowd.
A stranger sat in the corner looked like he'd just got outta bed
Stood up and disagreed with everything Milton had said
He'd totally misunderstood Milton's honourable intention
The situation became tense and you could feel the tension.
There was an icy deadly silence then over by the far corner
Stood saloon girl Jenna looking mean, and cradling a Winchester
There was a mad stampede, as folks tried to get out the door
The stranger carried on ranting and at gambler Milton he swore.
Someone had alerted Sheriff Koplin and he was soon on his way
Then entered the saloon approaching the stranger, and had this to say
"Soup Creek is a very peaceful town and we aim to keep it that way
And if you don't like how we run things then you'd best be on your way"
Then from the back door of the saloon, entered four other deputies
Dave the Texas ranger, saloon girl Tania and the blacksmith called Rees
Undertaker Tom needed business, he was hoping the stranger they'd kill
And then headed off with a pick and shovel, to his office at Boot Hill.
The stranger was outnumbered and knew he wouldn't win
And handed the Sheriff his gun who said "I'm taking you in"
The Sheriff at gunpoint walked the stranger over to the jail
And told him" I'm locking you up and don't think about bail"
Meanwhile Tom up at Boot Hill was sweating digging a grave
Then heard someone hollering it was the Texas ranger Dave
Tom looked up and Dave told him "you won't be needed today
But Sheriff Koplin is generous and you'll still get your days pay"
"Gambler Milton is in the saloon later and he's holding a big party"
Tom threw his shovel in the grave and said "sounds good to me "
They both mounted their horses and then headed back to town
And they arrived back in Soup Creek as the sun was going down.
Written 16th August 2022
in a morning swim the beaver made his route
out early and then had a breakfast to boot
after which he worked on his abode
by floating logs to help ease the load
tree by tree he fell them just so
they would end up all in a row
worked long hours all by himself
was in top shape and had good health
he was an eager beaver to get things right
all of the wood was snug and tight
no tools, no nails, he knew his trade
no one could say it was only man made
it was starting to rain but he was done
his cabin was finished under the sun
he heard some men say they’ll be a flood
then he thought his home would be mud.
US Army of engineers came to save the land
brought in machinery and loads of sand
they built a dam with lots of concrete
they could not afford to have it leak.
the beaver watch them every day and grinned
he knew that it wouldn’t hold, it was too thin
he called in his fellows to build a levee
we need to make it wider not heavy.
the dam had cracked and the water poured in
all men scrambled before getting in a spin
the town folk were alerted and left in a hurry
all the beavers remained during the flurry.
they flapped their tails and made loud whacks
like sounding the drums to call in more packs
in groups of ten they worked the line
tied ropes to pull timber getting it to align
some gnawed logs and brought to the river
others on the banks assisting to deliver,
they swam with the logs, to avoid a jam
they stacked them up evenly to build this dam
more joined the brigade to get it in shape
they just knew no water would escape
the chief beaver thanked his regiment
I’m damn proud of you, the town is now content.
when the town folk came back they gasped in amaze
who had built this put them in a daze
A raven from a tree limb said I saw the whole making
but I will tell you it was astounding but heartbreaking
it was something to see and it all happened so fast
building a dam is not a thing of the past
I can tell you the story but I won’t let it out
will just say ‘leave it to beaver’ and that’s no doubt
You hope that university will answer all of life’s questions, but nope.
I don’t know, 1.
There was a guy who’d been hanging around outside our residence lately. Too consistently. At first, I thought he was someone’s friend but he’s always alone. He wasn’t doing anything or bothering my roommates but that asymmetry set off my alarms.
He looked at me once (which I suppose isn’t a crime), I think, it was quick - a blink of sharp curiosity. I mentioned it to Charles who took his picture. The next morning he said the guy’s a legit student who has no criminal record, so maybe I’m all wrong.
Every girl’s encountered a creep or two before. They’re seemingly everywhere, as if mandated by law, like auto insurance. Most girls develop a sixth-sense, a creep-dar. Nowadays, creeps have a new name, “incel” ("involuntary celibate") and they’re a recognised, online subculture. Next, they’ll have a coat of arms proclaiming, “We Would if We Could.” It’s as if awkwardness, a normal human foible, has been distilled into something dangerous.
Although the campus looks like a garden or a perfectly manicured ‘stepford’ park, we joke that it’s really a locked-down, patrolled, surveilled compound, with guards, cameras and card-key access to everything. Which, I suppose, is all to the good.
Our creeper wasn’t there Friday, and he wasn’t there today, so maybe he was nothing.
I don’t know, 2.
I was in Sunny’s room. We were going shopping in a few. There was a little pink book on her bed - a diary!! I’d never seen it before and it was open, about three-quarters of the way. She too-casually moved to scoop it up, like the neglected book of a sorcerer.
My *GOSSIP-dar* Alerted like a class bell. “Hmm” I humed, head-tilted, then I laughingly lunged for the book.
Sunny’s eyes went wide for 3-billionths of a second and she snapped it up with the speed of a striking cobra, “That’s MINE” she said, rigid with seriousness.
“What’s going ON?!” I asked, but she shoved it into her night table.
Another mystery!
‘Sleeping dogs,’ I thought to myself.
posted--no swimming, strong under tows
no guard on duty
what kind of life is that, no swimming
it’s my life and I don’t need a guard
I’m taking the sign down
He spotted a another sign, ‘no boating’
He had his boat and launched it.
Still another sign was noted ‘no alcohol’
He opened a six pack.
Would you believe another sign existed, ‘no fishing’
He consumed the beer while he was fishing.
Caught a tuna and hoisted it into the boat
brought it back to shore and into his truck
other tuna’s saw what took place
and were angry over their loss
they left a sign on the beach
‘drunken man named Charlie took a tuna’
the fish market learned of this situation
after they had just bought his tuna
which was not of good quality. They
notified other markets to be on the lookout
next week Charlie came back to fish
out in the boat he saw water filling his boat
there were holes at the bottom
the other tuna’s alerted swordfish of the capture
they pierced the boat to sink
frantically he waved for help
people on shore called the police
once onshore he was read his rights
for breaking the rules while under the influence
at court the judge spoke
‘sorry Charlie only the best tuna becomes Starkist”
‘you drank while in a boat fishing’ ‘you violated
the postings disrupted a family of tuna’
‘how do you plea’
well I don’t want to explain to the court how I pee
but if I can go to the back room I will tell you
the courtroom howled
‘order in the court, this man is disorderly’
the verdict came down
Charles was given a one month sentence
for violations of rules of fish and game
intoxicated on public soil
destroying public property
and operating a boat in a restricted area
Charlie sat in his cell and saw a sign posted
smoking permitted only with a guard
there was a guard on duty who said
“only nice fishermen get to have a camel”
he then received his lunch on a tray,
tuna fish sandwiches!!
and a note ‘sorry Charlie only the best
inmates get Starkist'
Predator drone recording:- 6.00am
The dawn sky dramatic
Multi-coloured in rainbow array
Mutating flares of crimson reds
One portent Wednesday.
Overhead the predator drone motionless
Metallic silver it's planed wings
and tip pointed nose
Alarming to view it's presence
Though reassuring to see it remain
As alien activity increases
In newsworthy reports of the same
Covert surveillance monitoring
Is commonly known
Also equipped with combative technology
Has this futuristic drone
The troubled nations looked skywards
From parliament offices, homes and schools
No communication has been received or ventured
As a stalemate seems to prevail
At 6.30 pm on Thursday
A bombardment of ferocious intensity
Annihilated a mountain range
Within 30 seconds as dust cleared
The landscape now had changed
Once where there were mountains
Only a rising mushroom cloud
Panic was endemic
As satellite news worldwide spread.
Communities in the vicinity
Had collapsing buildings
and the people laying injured or dead.
Countless areas were targeted
Cities razed to the ground
People as headless chickens
Madness crazed were hunted down.
Total annihilation of the human race
Was the aliens only goal
Governments faltered and fell
Young destined to never grow old.
The authoritarian levels of society
In bunkers down did go
As the skyscrapers monopolise
stood as gravestones over the
crowded inhabitants below.
No help could be alerted
from the defence forces,
ambulance or police
People decided to die in their homes
With loved ones silent in their grief
The old order had been toppled
No-one could envisage the end
Then, Monday at 5.00 am
An ear piercing whistling
continued without restrain
Ear drums were shattered
No-one could withstand the pain
Making everyone left suicidal
that was the alien's game.
They entered the Earth's stratosphere
at midnight on Saturday
But there was no human civilisation
No-one left to positively say.
***
Spring comes early,
when you live on a farm.
There's new born life,
and sounds in the barn.
Silas, the rooster,
was clucking and crowing.
Come! Come! See,"
"I have something worth showing."
The hens were gossiping,
and clucking a song.
Running to see,
Whatever was wrong?
The horses were alerted,
the sheep were too.
The cows in the fields,
you can hear their "M-O-O-O-S".
Now that the animals,
have all gathered round.
"Tell us, Mr. Silas,"
"Whatever have you found?"
Before this charming old rooster,
could make a sound.
You heard the cries in the corner,
Oh! were they loud!
Up popped a head,
as cute as can be.
Oh! No, I think that,
maybe there's three.
It seems that the farmer's Collie,
by the name of Miss Kate.
She had her puppies in the barn,
last night around eight.
"Oh! Miss Kate! Your puppies,
are as precious as can be."
"Whatever will you name them,
"Your litter of three".
"Thank you! Very kindly,"
"Please! meet my pack of three. "
"Willa, Grace, and little Elliot Kate,"
"I'm as proud as I can be of my little family."
The animals left, happy,
and wished them all well.
Except for Mr. Silas,
he has a new story to tell.
Yes, spring comes early,
when you live on a farm.
There's new born life.
and sounds coming from the barn.
July 2019
Standard contest, A Brian Strand Structured
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/05/2022
~~ 1st ~~
At the edge of the town, hidden amongst the trees
Is a nudist camp where folks walk around as they please
They all go about their business strutting their stuff
And as you've probably guessed, they're all in the buff.
There's all shapes and sizes, some skinny, some fat
Others go all out while some cheat and wear a hat
There's vicars, teachers, scientists and truck drivers too
And more from all walks of life, doing what they like to do.
Some boys in town were bored, and wanted some fun
And came up with a heinous plan to make the nudies run
They all covered up and they put a wasps nest in a bag carefully
And planned to throw it over the fence and film it for all to see.
But someone in town had heard of their dastardly plot
And phoned the nudist camp and said "some info I've got"
The nudies were alerted and waited for the town boys attack
And they put robust plans in place for a counter attack.
A lookout then spotted the town boys heading their way
The nudies were going to make those delinquents pay
One of the boys threw the nest over without making a sound
But a covered up nudie quickly caught it, before it hit the ground.
He threw it back over the fence, the town boys were in shock
All the angry wasps had now escaped and were flying amok
Then the nudies rushed forward with water pistols full of honey
And squirted it over the boys until it was sticky and runny.
The wasps picked up the sweet scent and nosedived on the boys
The nudies were laughing so much it drowned out the boys cries
A nudie filmed it all and told the boys to go online and take a look
And said this footage you'll find on our group site on Facebook.
All the boys started running fast and were trying to get away
The air was blue as they tried to keep the stinging wasps at bay
They reached the lake that was just on the outskirts of town
And all jumped in and knew that they'd never live this down.
Written on the 7th July 2022
Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)
My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania.
I saw every thing waltz to and fro and lightly shake
Bottles turned ballerinas dancing slightly to the quake
I watched glass decors on the walls quiver and jolt
Scaredy me was half asleep, no wonder didn't bolt
I thought I was dreaming or imagining things
My bed and chairs converted into gentle swings.
All vials and vases
jiggled to dance a jig
The lil horrors over
So I cast humor's wig
Ah when began rattling, the knick knacks on my dresser
Was when it dawned upon me in horror
That this was really an early dawn tremor.
I phoned some friends but those early risers
Hadn't even noticed or felt those tremors
I bet they thought I was spreading false rumours
After all poets are stereotyped as fanciful philosophers.
My cell phone keypad became my panic button in a flurry
Of course I wanted all to be alerted, alarmed in worry
Nobody believed me until it was announced in our mosque
And every body was then called by muezzin to pray the signs prayers
Then every body knew the tremor was no hoax
Some patted me for being the first to notice this shaking of earthly layers
Of course I thanked God this was no major earthquake
I've heard in other places how terribly the earth can crack and shake
Who else but God could I owe my heartfelt gratitude
For this being my 2nd low power tremor in magnitude
As it measured low on the Richter scale
based on the seismic waves' amplitude
But the earth was shaken and I too was shaken
No pics of the shivering axis were taken
Todate runs down my spine such a shiver
On recalling how the mother earth did quiver
I have seen videos of earthquakes where the earth juggles things
like a salt shaker
May God protect us from such a waker and breaker