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On a phone call from Mr. Mouse
Went to a spooky haunted house
and ventured to peep and enter
as carpenter in severe winter
to fix broken latch but Mrs.Hen tried to catch
me to snatch my tools and sat on egg to hatch.
From roof of asbestos crawled down Octopus.
Swooped vulture valorous, horrifying notorious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window
Moon cast ghostly shadow on feral bushes in meadow.
Violent viper always hyper, shedding tears,
‘I love you’ to whisper close to my ears.
Champion jumper vampire came to inspire
gifting me a shiny sapphire, me about to expire.
Under the Lampshades
You are hurriedly racing your crazy Cadillac,
looking to squeeze in more time at the yoga salon,
and have a relaxing conversation under a set of palm trees out back,
with sandwiches of desire mixed with sardines and mustard;
this person you are racing to is the one
who knows the right buttons to push.
Is it time for another epoch of stranded conveniences,
required by society as solemnly as a funeral with no body?
We know there is a hidden pain not felt,
not until a rain of shredding years find their progressions captured,
inside old rooms down hallways of musty time,
with apparitions of giggling girls walking back and forth,
looking for aroused embraces in the burning night,
Come with me now, is there no time for lazy hours under lampshades,
after we gather up red nectarines at the Uptown faire?
We can gaze at the old faces and wonder if they knew anything.
But inside this 1956 Cadillac we all knew where the flashlights were hidden,
And we all knew where the silver keys to the pink hearse were located.
Shh, don’t make a sound! Try not to make a clamor within these green tiles.
There are witch hazel bottles half full in the medicine cabinets, and
There are asbestos catchings in the dry rot, and ancient cobwebs made of beard,
Collapsing here with us in this dead basement of cement and lost whispers.
Shhh, she is tiptoeing down the creaky steps now wearing brown skin;
My breath is taken away as with all spirits ascending upward face-first.
HAUNTED HOUSE
In haunted log house lived Micky macro mouse
with Mini, his spouse and cousin large louse.
Once I ventured to peep and enter
as carpenter in severe winter.
to fix broken latch but Dino tried to catch
me to snatch my tools and sat on egg to hatch.
From roof of asbestos crawled down Octopus.
Swooped vulture valorous, horrifying notorious.
Eight eyes of black widow sparkled through wide window
Moon cast ghostly shadow on feral bushes in meadow.
Weird witch cunning most sitting with scary ghost
eating rotten mutton roast and burnt butter toast.
Violent viper always hyper, shedding tears,
‘I love you’ to whisper close to my ears.
Champion jumper vampire came to inspire
gifting me a shiny sapphire, me about to expire.
09/26/19
First Place
'All yours (June 27) Contest by Brian Strand
soon i shall be the force against the flatulence of blame
i will disguise it as everyday air just expressing exclamations for no particular reason
i shall banish all mirrors for the purpose of hiding my secret shame
i will become the poster child for 'anti'....coming pretty darn close to treason
soon i shall be the force against the flatulance of blame
i will create several immaculate bomb shelters that symbolizes each and every season
i shall banish all mirrors for the purpose of hiding my secret shame
i will decrease the very centrifugal force that spurs all that is increasin'
the wonders of the world will fall like asbestos and snowy ash
i will strip myself naked so every potential bone can possibly break as i burn and crash
what is done in the dark cannot always be protected from life's inevitable daylight
i guess i will lose sleep again as i once again avoid the window seat on this one way flight
Walking down streets paved in blue-tinted bricks,
Past shuttered-up shops and rust-covered picks.
Mums push their prams, faces heavy with doubt,
Eyes on the pavement, just trying to tough it out.
Charity stores sell the rich people's wares—
Cast-offs in corners, dreams sold in pairs.
Old factories smashed, turned to homes overnight,
Yet asbestos still whispers its long toxic bite.
Fathers now gone, lost to cancers and means,
Their stories forgotten in capitalist schemes.
Schools overflowing with tongues from afar,
Kids dreaming in dialects under the same star.
The great British dream lies torn up in tatters,
Drowned in false promises spilling from chatters.
By ministers blind to the mess that they’ve spun,
Still chasing their “progress” while we come undone.
[first stanza for Planet contest]
Martians, they don’t live here
Even astronauts keep clear
Residing though in darkest places
Charred: the eyebrows on their faces
Up from underground they creep
Resembling small asbestos sheep
Yikes they bleat at red hot feet
*
Meat and veg are not prolific
Eat it if it’s calorific
Roast Mercurian rat... horrific
Chance a glance and risk the heat
Usually, not much to eat
Rare, the morsel overlooked
Yet what there is... is over cooked
***
Many miles through space to Venus
Earth is far more space between us
Risk those Martians haven’t seen us
Cruise by Jupiter and Saturn
Uranus ain't what you’re sat on
Rush past Neptune on to Pluto
Yup, a planet... shows what you know
Unlike the Famous Five,
with capers, japes and adventures,
boats and well stocked picnics, we lived
a back street life. With a sock and masking tape ball
and mucky fat sarnies.
The Family Allowance Five.
Each one of us an extra pound.
With facsimile school photos,
in hand me down jumpers and carving knife tread pumps,
floorboard cricket bat and under the bed air rifle.
Crab apple scrumping and tresspassing for mushrooms,
rabbitting before school,
paper round before school,
milk round before school.
Everything came before school.
Sunburnt scoundrels but "never any bother"
Corrugated asbestos roof walkers.
Cinema ticket hawkers.
Unseen, inconsequential, together but apart.
No roots or football boots.
Hot pot bollocks.
One foot here one foot there.
Immigrants finding their way,
but without the ginger beer.
It took eight and a half years
You finally melted me down
Dribbled me on the floor
The liquification of me
Not needed any more
When I had started
I was so strong
I worked hours on end
Was part of the team
Took part in your dream
Some how I got lost along the way
To much heat every day
Not noticing the signs
Lost inside the lines
Unable to comprehend
No longer able to pretend
Now I am a different shape
Cooled within the mold
Put on a press and rolled
Up for auction and sold
Left to the highest bidder
Sold and more than bitter
So the dance begins again
Yet I am not the same
More familiar with the game
I will protect myself
Refuse to be put on a shelf
I will not be pushed aside
Melted or undefined
I am much stronger redefined
My new armor is asbestos lined
Meltdown Contest
[Pylon (UK) = Transmission tower or Electricity pylon (USA)
Domestos = Bleach]
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Jeremy Wig was entirely bald
He sought the best hairpiece that he could afford
He opened his wallet which made the moths blink
With just a few coins he had to rethink
He went to a fancy dress shop for his hair
The price was unreal - like everything there
The wig that he purchased had hair made of nylon
He got a big shock when he walked near a pylon
People would laugh for his hair was a shocker
He looked like a seventies reject punk rocker
He hurried off home, wiped his feet on the mat
A static charge instantly toasted his cat
He went here and there, lightning bolts everywhere
Burning folk’s clothing and their underwear
Stark naked people with burned crinkly hair
All would curse Jeremy’s new nylon hair
People he knew learned to dress in asbestos
Someone said, “Let’s make the man drink Domestos.”
Whatever they said he just didn’t care
For he was so pleased with his new nylon hair
He went to a party and had some fun there
Even when six balloons stuck to his hair
A text that was typed made his hair stand on end
The fireworks started when someone pressed ‘Send’
When someone said, “Go back to just being bald.”
He thought of the horrible names he’d been called
He wasn’t prepared to be somebody’s joke
He pulled a balloon off… and went up in smoke
sometimes i howl at every palpitation of your heartbeat
sometimes i growl at every word that you do not hear due to cell phone asbestos
i cringe when you put things in places where cannot find it
i binge when you build a wall between you and the affection in which i crave
when all colors fused
i remember the waterfalls when they were creamy
when all juices blended
i remember the rolling hills when they were dreamy
the aftermath of the beforehand merges in between because they can
the innovations and relations inspire many due to the unique form of elation
the chaos dissipates and the birds chirp to that song by bobby day
it makes me want to slide to the left and push all negativity to the right of dismay
another days goes by and i am dizzy from wonder and awe
how lovely it would be if i could suck the cherry flavored part of life through a straw
i guess i'll go to my office now and skinnydip in the plastic bubbles of my imagination
until my friends acscend from the pen again, i'll continue to reluctantly sin until i win
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