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She jolted when she heard the forceful knocking at the door
not sure if when it opened who she'd find,
the same reaction to a knock came several times before
much more and she would go out of her mind.
Peeking from upstairs window through a curtain just to check
who it could be at this late time of night,
a man in uniform was leaning back, craning his neck
as she stepped back in shadow, out of sight.
It looked like a Policeman, a patrol car on the drive
good news, or maybe not, ran through her thoughts
but either way she'd made it through another day alive
by staying home a bit more time she'd bought.
Out of her high school class of girls whose christian name was Jane
in just two weeks four out of five had gone
holed up inside suburban fortress, only she remained
alert, awake, afraid, the only one.
Unlock four bolts, take off the chain and move the desk away
then hesitantly opening the door
the nearby street light shone upon her pallid face of grey
as he stepped in and strode across the floor.
Securing the door once again, she asked 'Do you bring news?
Developments at all of any sort?
Is homicide progressing on the identity of who's
behind all this and gonna get 'em caught?”
“ We've evidence”, the Policeman said “ that's moved the case along,
we found the cellphone that made all the calls,
also the record that you heard in background, the same song,
and photos of you plastered on the walls”.
“Thank God! At last, great news , now what?” she gasped after a while
do I know who it is, who it could be?
The officer looked down, nodded his head, then with a smile
said “ Yes, the room was mine- now, come with me”
For contest 'A poem with a chilling twist', sponsor frank Herrera.
7th September 2016
Volga – 4
to the homoeopathy phial
standing on the traffic-island
why it appears
within her womb
the number of germinated nights
stolen without a kiss
is too little
is then it true
if all the chanting of Harinam
can’t be withdrawn from the alcohol
the body-odour of the running tamarisk-shrub
will enter into the circuit-house
and that devouring of the parchment
brings to the feelings of the non-veg ant-hills
the let’s-go-cure
gathering in the sauce-island
Volga - 5
coming to this ironed canal-side
every auto-rickshaw
wants to know and let other know
the mystery
behind the rice-rain
from the cirrus
the shame in the eyes of the seal containing signs
supplies the whole-sale dealership
of the civil disobedience movement
to the locality
the role of the hammer also
wakes up early in the morning
to put under its own tongue
an antacid
is it possible that the spits
used in the observatory
be made a little more fast-moving
manuscript of the basement of a well
the biography of the pond-heron will be scripted
even-then the productivity of the merry-go-round
wouldn’t be uttered for a moment
no sir, such has never been expected
in the liquefied banana-blossoms
too many hot breads resulted from the season-change
continues to bat vehemently
and climbs to the peak of heart-throbbing runs
they in a group will go to the
aqua anetha of the mole hill
to organise a folk-song
to understand this
no arbitration of the cactus is required
notwithstanding
it is heard that the thread was pulled
by the violin of the wife of the moon-god
from behind the screen
here in the eye-front
is the basement of the morning-well
on its one page lies the faulty crow-caws
and on another some sun-shines
swinging on the hanger
after some pages in recurring …the chicken-pox … the boot-polish …
within the two covers of the dance-drama
also comes the creepers and herbs
grown around the melting point
of the arm-chair
whose legs are broken
if each pore on the skin of the river-lily
becomes so much known
then in the background of this low land
let us have one game more
She asked to put this recording into song
Jag förstår hur det är
Jag måste lura dig för att
HA DET JAG VILL HON
LETADE EFTER HONOMS SAMTYCKE
HAN TITTADE PÅ HENNE SOM OM HON VAR GALEN
Han ställde sig som en Guadia och gick därifrån med rynka pannan
Prior to your assetment where was your .Pulpitum as you seem to
like acting.He said, and still you won't respect me or my talants.
I have been there for you and have stood beside you
then when I need you of course you abandon me.
He smiled and said now that the characters have entered the staging area is it wise
for me to exit as you have lefted me with no choose but to cowardly remove myself from your presence? When the winds of Rebellium have calmed I'll speak to you:
I love you and will leave now before one of us say's something that can't be taken back.
Bra idé, bara gå! Gå, eller hur?
(WE HEARD THE INSTRUCTER IN THE BACKGROUND CONTINIE HER LESSON AS THOSE IN THE FOREGROUND SLOWLY CLEARED)
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The Instructer.. Sea as in Ocean pronounced SEa
it's pronouncation is same as: Si as in yes, stiill pronouced See
as in sight.
(Voice fades)
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they included bulding muscle to gain muscle so that your muscle can aid in your weight loss.
He blends into a background of soft blue
as all the world their pastimes they pursue
and daytime lingers in its hazy hue.
By day he seems quite shy - an ordinary guy,
a bit like you and I - just trying to get by.
But as the daylight fades to darkest night
his face lights up with aura shining bright
that dims the twinkling stars within his sight.
For as the stars arrive - a swagger comes alive;
his presence seems to thrive - in wondrous overdrive.
By day the moon is such a modest view,
against soft blue unnoticed to the eye,
but in the dark the moon will find his might
for in the ebon sky his strengths derive.
June 12, 2023
They don’t prepare you for that!
No lesson can confirm up down, east, west, north or south.
As a child you pace your walk at the speed of excitement for a true and full life.
You can’t wait for the hairs to grow and truly own your time.
But the line of your life bends to forces you can never, ever control.
No matter what strength you have, that line, it owns your soul.
Time plays in the background noise.
Time ticks away your goals.
You see the old young you die.
And a new you takes the throne.
Age succumbs to gravity but the real you is still at home.
You build your life to win over the doubting of your soul.
The years they come and go. The years you thought you’d own.
But only one thing in this life is true. Your body is rented by your soul.
Couples make a big commitment,
when, at the altar, they say, “I do,”
vowing to love, hold, and cherish
and declaring, ‘Til death do us part.”
Not aware of what the future holds.
The unknown “for better or worse,”
slips way into the background,
though they will intersperse.
‘Tis good to plan and dream
about sharing all of life as one,
though the level of trust required
can be more than first thought.
Trust is very, very fragile,
like great grandma’s best China.
Just handle it carelessly, and
it lies in shambles on the floor!
Assume a great miracle happens,
and all is glued back together.
It’s never the same again.
Fractured lines are very apparent.
A precious thing, a marriage,
meant for mankind’s good,
but it can’t overcome all,
if handled by careless fools.
Oh, I could go on and on,
but then, I’d go on preaching.
Yet, it occurs to me just now,
in forty-five-plus years of officiating,
I’m aware of only one marriage…yes, one,
that overcame the curse of infidelity.
(Verse 1)
Old World regal, check the vibes, I'm livin' lavish,
Maybach music, oh so classic, like a royal palace.
Silk drapes, gold plates, we in a zone of grandeur,
Heavy R&B vibes, smooth like a dancer's maneuver.
Crown on my head, drippin’ jewels that shine,
Opulent aesthetic, yeah, I’m feelin’ so divine.
Architecture high, with columns touchin’ the sky,
Just like my flow, elevated and fly.
(Hook)
Snake you up, baby, let’s glide with the flow,
Eight times in the background, feel that sensual glow.
Snake you up, the rhythm captures your soul,
In this world of luxury, we losing control.
(Verse 2)
Shoshone roots run deep, history untamed,
Snake Indians wisdom, through the years they’ve claimed.
With the Northern Paiute, weaving culture in the night,
Got that Great Basin vibe, under starlit light.
Fashion draped in silk, strut like a king,
Swagger so heavy, hear them church bells ring.
From the mountains to the valleys, this is how we elevate,
In the lap of luxury, yeah, we celebrate our fate.
(Hook)
Snake you up, baby, let’s glide with the flow,
Eight times in the background, feel that sensual glow.
Snake you up, the rhythm captures your soul,
In this world of luxury, we losing control.
(Outro)
Feel the essence, let it wrap you like a scroll,
Old World vibes, where elegance takes its toll.
Snake you up, and let it resonate with pride,
In this opulent life, let’s enjoy the ride.
In this landscape, lies a nest
made of brown brittle leaves,
cracked asphalt,
and tire flattened filters
this creature, stands
broad shouldered and stupid
with a flat face and eyes
open so wide they are windows
offering a glimpse into
the bones of a building.
Yet there is a maw so wide and welcoming,
as if by design
we wanted to be trapped
like Jonah, deep inside
the festering stomach
of a dying Leviathan.
The air inside hangs stagnancy
like meat from a butcher’s hook
For years, no atom has moved
an inch, not even the neon
would dare to appeal to its bright nature.
This cursed Frankenstein,
this ghost of a golem
stays stuck in a vacuum of time,
doomed to the disease
we all lovingly call nostalgia.
Down the throat is a linoleum tract,
the pathway echoed out
Conversations, a background hum
Where Marcy would meet Chaz
at Corndog Palace
Little Marcus would suck
Slimer’s fruit based concentrate
Aerosol spray coated the shelves
full of the endless adolescent days
Here we were meant to forever wade
through the swimming crowd
soaking in drum machines and vaporwave
Now just a concrete carcass,
you suburban eyesore
the corpse of Victor Gruen’s
idea that could have been
so much more.
The Great Wave Off Kanagawa
Morning, and the fishers put out to sea
with joy and farewells to their families,
unaware that today they would meet with fate
and fight for their lives against a rogue wave.
“Bend your backs to the wind, row and repel,
vain Kanagawa; reprieve yourselves!”
spewed, in a boast, the Kami Tsunami
amid the background of Mount Fuji.
Fear seized their hearts, and terror blazed in their eyes;
their hands bled, and their muscles groaned in agony.
They who boldly bragged were cowards in the throes
as the boats were tossed on the vast ocean.
Frothed with rage, the tempest would not relent,
incensed that they take, without recompense,
the bounty of its trove with gluttony,
as if deemed chosen to exploit it with greed.
The challenge met and defeat imminent;
victory, though sweet, claims countless victims.
In disbelief, they maintained their postures
as the wave splinters the wooden structures.
The end is near. “All is lost!” or so they thought;
on their knees, one by one, they made peace with God.
And in this, their last hour, they in despair
prayed that the storm abate and so were spared.
***
Note:
Although the wave in Katsushika Hokusai’s (1760–1849) woodblock print “The Great Wave off Kanagawa” (circa 1826/33) is often portrayed and described as a tsunami, it’s debatable whether it was the way in which Hokusai meant it to be interpreted. The waves in his famous work of art can be referred to as “okinami” (great offshore waves).
ANGEL IN THE MORNING
While washing the dishes this morning, I looked at the sky
through the kitchen window for the awesome, magnificent
view of the morning blue sky with streaks of white clouds.
With sun shining bright, the sky was like a canvas with blue
background with spectacular long thin horizontal strokes
of white with the exception of the one at my far right.
Frozen and stunned, I was mesmerized with the streaks
of white clouds of long thin horizontal stroke, like open
arms, intersected by a longer and thicker vertical one.
The vertical one had a circle shape on top, like a face
and it was wider at the end, like somebody wearing a
long skirt and I became more and more bewildered.
The more I looked; it was like an Angel watching me, so
I gazed at my left and most of the strokes of white clouds
disappeared or reshaped like a majestic glacier by the sea.
I glanced at my right; wherein there was no reshaping.
After a while, the face started getting blurry and then the
rest of it, while I was still staring at it in awe, dumbfounded!
Did that happen? Or did I just imagine it? What did I see?
12/14/21 Sweet Lady Jane