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if i lived in a mirror world
my name would be sukram
my sis would be known as orb
and I would be her sis
my mum would be my dad
and my dad would be my mum
mum would still be spelt mum
and dad would still be spelt dad
the first would be last and the last would be first
the front would be back and the back would be front
i would write with my left hand
while my watch would be on my right
i would watch a book and read a movie
and would sit on my bed before going to sleep on a chair
i would put my shoes on my head
and a wear a hat on my feet
i would count back from one
and the clocks would tick backwards
i would buy old things to replace new things
but my mate bob would still be known as bob
noon would still be spelt noon
but would be in the middle of the night
while the sun would rise at night and set in the morning
and the moon would shine bright during the day
fire would be cold and the rain would be hot
grass would be blue and the sky would be green
the birds will fly west for summer
and return during winter
i would read directions from a pam
and map would be my girl
if i lived in a mirror world
degaussing the alleyway
I heard you say my child would never
here they come
the complex beaches
the child who counts
the
backwards legos
the old womaning
the skiffs
tomorrow's vacuum
yesterdayed
the static radioed
shake voice shak
down the alleyway
cited by a
dumpster that nevered itself
while the dog fed
the neighbor
the key the mother
swallowed
mother my child
child my mother
the fruit flies like
the sour grapes
while the grapes
fruit the flies
the calm sea
seaed the sailors
until the sailors
seaed the calm
as ducks bill
the teller for the bread unpicked
i never said she
sold the mortgage
to the pony
raced
past the pantry
collapsed on the milkman
she nevered
the doorway shut
the pantry neveredward
the milkman’s neverstruck the morning
tomorrow nevereborned
yesterday
police police police police
guard guard guard guard
ghost ghost ghost ghosted ghosting
the precinct ghosted the precinct
till the apple peels
while hound hound hounds
hounding buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffaloed
hounding the girl
they haunt mindless
plain
plane
unplain
tallening
the never
your child
the empty chair
waited beneathing
the dumpster
each pocket carried
its own never
the alleyway
nevered itself
unthed
into neverness
offed
you
not do
say
never nevered the never
until the never began nevering
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Don’t look back.
It's been a long time since I saw you last,
But here you are again, my blast from the past.
Nothing to regret about the way that you left;
I was glad to see you go, because with you went all the stress.
We exchange pleasantries and maybe reminisce,
But all I can think is, oh my God! When will you leave?
I have already moved on and you are just holding me back.
Eventually we say goodbye and I can finally relax.
Old memories are best forgotten;
Taking steps backwards will always end up rotten.
Repeated mistakes will only leave you to break;
So never go back to what you know or it will end up the same.
Nothing ever changes, history is resolute.
Don’t believe the truth; this is my truth.
Feelings come and go, so let them just go,
Because at the end of the day…everybody goes…
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
This may seem a vacuous subject upon which to muse,
But ain't it amazin' the myriad of hats from which to choose?
Browsin' through the haberdashery or millinery shop in town,
You're bound to find the perfect lid to place upon your crown!
There is everything from snoods to keep the ladies' hair in place,
To fanciful bonnets trimmed with flowers, ribbons and lace.
Even pert veiled chapeaus appropriate for crumpets and tea,
For society dames as they balance cup and saucer on the knee!
For the sportin' bloke there's a selection of deerstalker caps,
And a vast array of domed derbys for the more debonair chaps.
Available for the dapper gentleman is quite a plethora,
Of the ever-popular, colorful and rakish felt fedora!
A cowpoke can select a ten-gallon Stetson to match his boots,
Makin' a fashion statement among his feller galoots.
For summer, the discriminatin' gent can opt for a Panama,
Or choose a flat-topped skimmer or boater made of straw!
Berets are obtainable for guys wishin' a military mien,
And a jaunty Alpine hat is available called a tyrolean.
But classy hats aside, no matter whether lass or lad,
Seems that wearing a baseball cap (backwards) is the latest fad!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Dance in the Fire
The storms will hit soon.
The cellar is full.
The water jugs are lined up.
How long...?
At least thirty days...
but in reality,
thirty years.
The crops are still in the field,
even after we gathered,
all that we could.
The door to the barn will remain...
open, until shut by God himself.
It is not my place to question the rain.
Only to feel it as it falls.
From heaven, down upon the world.
Giving a drink to the land,
the people,
and the souls...
that cry out.
If there are only ten?
That is what he asked.
He was answered.
Kneeling and praying for others,
not even himself.
Why do Christians make some angry.
It is not a question.
It is a fact.
Written backwards, to be read forwards,
by dead and fallen "want to be's..."
too cheap to pay for wood,
to make their own cross.
Yet too rich to know...
they have been used and hung up
for others to see,
at the expense of their own,
life, and family.
Dog is God spelled backwards
The purest form of love
And if you've had a furry friend
You'll know what I speak of
You came into my life
Giving love that had no end
You'd greet me with your wagging tail
Whenever I came in
You had all kinds of nicknames
Like Bubba and ornery boy
You chewed up all the toys I gave
You brought me years of joy
You left without a warning
You were always full of life
I'm sure you got the wings you earned
When God came for you that night
Time will never lessen
The tears that fill my eyes
For when I think of you
My furry little guy
I'll go on through this life
Always missing my best friend
Any man would be so lucky
To have so true a friend
And if Heaven holds my mansion
When I open of its doors
My furry friend I'll meet and greet
We'll never part no more
Lord of the flies henchman of the destroyer justice will be like a thief in the night
a mark is clearly visible signs the pact under destructive acts
Swift the reason befalls un troops are landing on your soil hidden low key
under the radar marshal law will be declared on those opposing
To arrest high profile war criminals hiding rats amongst elite bodies dark eyes
as evidence has stacked up against them no turning backwards time
Now even using chemical weapons killing many of their own troops caught
in crossfires with hired guns among women and children victims ensnared
Tortured in camps its all coming to pass sentence voices of the dead echo
mark my words with a cross good always triumphs in the end over evil
Together and out there your judgement is falling from high position
titles lost shackled by steel forged from fires of your own makings hell
Often, I think about my twisted bliss,
all the things I didn't do or say amiss;
and heartbreaking grief stabs me like a knife.
O, sweet were the times when my soul felt a kiss!
But, piteous and forlorn has been my short life.
My deep unseen wounds can never be healed,
and when the book of my life is read- all will be revealed;
I wake from nightmares and weep until dawn,
seeking forgiveness, in many a church I have appealed!
My twisted path bloodstained and woebegone.
The dead come creeping in dreams full of blame,
their tears and wailing fill me with horrible shame;
mom, I didn't bring you home to die, my regret is vast,
husband, why did I not loudly our love proclaim!
Each night, I step through the threshold of the past.
It seems to me that my life from the start was doomed,
when at six, I watched my sister die- all my joy was entombed;
but lovely those beautiful times when I took a breath,
from the sadness and regret- that my life has consumed!
Yes, I have been damned from conception until my death.
O, dreadful are my dark thoughts and my words,
but thankfully, nowadays I find peace listening to birds;
and I wish, wish for an existence far less gloomy,
and to turn back, back time- turn time backwards!
And why must I ever, ever recall this dismal woeful journey?
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September 22, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/The Piteous Chase
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9418-39-0
All Rights Reserved.
Submitted to the contest, Best Rhyming Poem
September-October 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Rhyme Time With 5
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
If you think you can fight Christ
Now walk and work on your own light
Or dark without any support, religion
Without hurting any or otherwise.
Know your mind not the matter
weigh your heart not the weight
Tend your own garden thriving
With integrity not with alliance
For manipulation but elevation.
When you wanna make a prey
Make sure you're looking up
Not down that's the weak and quickie's
You know what happens when
A goat is trying to prey
A lion just BC of love, impossible
Fight what you can overcome
Be fearless don't mean
You should burn yourself ablaze.
We ain't going backwards but
Forward onward and farther
Upward not downward deceased
Stagnant without direction
retribution journey not threat
But caution for actions and deeds.
Christianity promoting light
Christ light pure consciousness
Truth, for a man to attain
One need to Walk in faith
Walking and working
In your light and path
For God in growth for change.
Can one grow and establish business
A day on your own without connection
Can you be successful today without
Taking action even amidst uncertainty??
Religious war a distraction for exploiting
Krist lies dark lume ruin lust miscreant
Matters over mind true source, original creator
Just self reliance and deceit without resources
Claiming creature without creator but nature
Blaspheming love, faith and oneness not source
Blur vision attained imagination disruption delusion
mind reliance prophets of the dark, shadowing
Manipulating Breaking the good and kind hearten.
Criminology, wars threat and partiality corporate
Sentimentalism over purpose driven optimist
Discrimination over discernment, maneuver
Being desperate for power over another
Supremacy over authenticity rulers of dark world
There is nothing done in the dark without light
The Gardner is watching armed for harvest.
As Marion trod the old familiar path
leading to the river of her childhood,
she viewed the willow tree across the river
and recalled with clarity
the event that changed her life
half a century ago - that memory
which for all her adult life
she‘d managed to suppress . . .
She was being chased by Ellie down the path;
Ellie, the fair haired younger sister
favored by their father
and wearing the golden pendant he had given her
when she’d won a spelling bee.
Yanking the pendant from her sister’s neck,
Marion ran into the river’s icy water,
threatening to throw the pendant in.
Screaming, Ellie followed right behind.
Farther into the river’s center, the two girls moved.
Where the riverbed dipped sharply,
Ellie had caught up.
Suddenly the wind blew violently,
The chain with its beautiful pendant
slipped from Marion’s hand
into the swirling water.
Ellie tottered, falling backwards.
Then the river was carrying
Marion’s little sister to the other side.
Marion called out, but Ellie did not answer.
A strong swimmer, Marion swam
to her sister’s lifeless body
on the opposite bank where a nearby willow stood -
witness to her crime.
Marion now was standing where she once had stood
that fateful day. The river had receded with time,
but its current was still strong.
She stood recalling her parents’ bitter tears
and how she had escaped their wrath
inventing her own version of the truth -
that Ellie had run into the water by herself
when the sudden wind came up
causing her demise.
She felt bad, but in the end,
she became her father’s newfound pride and joy.
Something glittered at the water’s edge.
Marion, now heavy and clumsy with age,
moved closer to see. Could it be after all these years?
Yes, it was the pendant, shining in the river’s sludge!
She stooped to pick it up, but lost her balance,
falling forward toward the slanting floor.
As she struggled, a great gust of wind
moved her out. . .farther and farther to the middle.
Before her head vanished below the water’s surface,
she saw that old willow’s leaves flutter angrily.
She could almost swear she saw the form of Ellie,
fair sweet Ellie, beckoning her from the other side.
For Frank Herrera's POEM ENDING WITH A 'CHILLING TWIST' Poetry Contest