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the ward is stamped white
a fidelity to fading, sometimes in a smear of shadows
in her corner, Lilly sits
wheelchair bound
her white hair falling
like her winks at strangers
John's arrival cuts solitude
raises Lily's soft shell of aging
their homage to love like Billboard vows
interlocked fingers that bind intimacy
till close knit words trail to song
his voice dusky
washing over Lily like cologne
Broadway tunes
"the sun'll come out tomorrow
bet your bottom dollar
that tomorrow there'll be sun"
his affecting gush of song ushers remembrance
caught in the tucked curl of her smile
stoic
remarkable
peeling back impairment
outside this place of pleading
outside what recedes to hollow
sands of life sifted into this short hour
place of togetherness
as they want it to be
one soul into another
Poem written June 6, 2023
to be honestly succinct
is as yet our reflex instinct
driven by ego or is it love inked
— Contemplation by Unseeking Seeker
RAW AND INTIMATE HARDNESS
driven to the truth
bottomed out
blessed beyond belief
by love
but if love
drives you into madness
a reflex of raw and intimate hardness
is love laid out on the cold sheets
only warmed by your imagination
no room for anyone else
in your bed
not in sexual satisfaction
but of life, i speak
did you cling, like warm clothes
on a cold day…those intrepid lips
and entanglement of deep romance -
were they the only thing you lived for
your muscle-atrophy
has no room
except for an inner circle
who crave your attention
always have -
did you miss the highway billboard
the intimate honesty
of your love
played out on nonstop video
and in blips to close kin
the madness seeks
an escape route
fashioned with idols
nonspecific
not ideal or realistic
3/11/2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
I turned to my wife
With desire in my eyes
And my loins a little disjointed
Forestalling sin,
She asked with no grin,
¨Kind sir, do you have an appointment?¨
You'll need to make an appointment
If you wanna have a shot at love
I was having a chat
With a sweet bureaucrat
Whose curves nature had appointed
The moment seemed right
When up came the red light
And a billboard reading, ¨Make your appointment¨
In the future, you'll need an appointment
For love, for kindness, for care
Some justice of the peace
Will preside your release
Or decide on your fate of despair
In time we'll be damned
To a hostile land
Ruled by gods we ourselves anointed
Hey, you get what you give
So don't ---- where you live --
Or at least not without an appointment.
The sky is His billboard and His Creation is so far beyond grand
Rocks and stones know He is Lord the sun obeys His command
The moon beckons His every Word the grasses rise up in praise
The sparrow, yes she too has heard and every single one obeys
The lilies sing His Name aloud as those rabbits they so love to run
The donkey oh as he is the wise one carrying Joseph, Mary and Son
Or how bout that zebra's style the Lord making him of such a beauty
How could you still be in denial aside from the point He made you free
Those ants down in your basement He knows of every single movement
How and where every star has went and the few in passing He has sent
To the roosters morning crow as for the second time Peter would betray
The story you might know, the Shepherd and His sheep made their way
He laid down the entire foundation in setting even the very cornerstone
Stumbling below Him is every nation, if only any of them had known
But the rest of His creation knows in the reflection of such splendor
Just as with many people it also shows for they too could never ignore
Job 12:7-9
7 “But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you;
8 or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
or let the fish in the sea inform you.
9 Which of all these does not know
that the hand of the Lord has done this?
A diesel generator
drowns out the rusted Marshall stack
Six years we owned
the Billboard charts;
the DJ who crowned us
every summer
for five straight years—
this week, a county fair;
tonight, the Music Pier.
The drummer tapes two split fingers
closes his hand once
hard—
then rests the sticks
by Mick’s ashes
in a Folgers Black Silk can behind the kit
Tommy’s gold sequins
snag on his dialysis catheter
as he sits
Johnnie the P-bassist drags a stool onstage
to ease his neuropathy
We are crushed elderberries
hawking CDs from a card table,
bleeding a dark, tart stain
onto ninety aluminum chairs
No teenagers weep;
a man wipes funnel-cake grease
from his chin
As I tune the cherry-red '57 Stratocaster
down a minor third,
hoarse from pushing air
through a throat scraped thick
with scar tissue
We were a dense, golden field
beneath the studio lights
on Midnight Special
Now plucked dandelion crowns
scatter over Ferris wheel blacktop,
leaving white ghost-tufts
snagged in the Music Pier’s
boardwalk planks
Where just three bald stems
plug into the seaside damp—
and the seeds drift past the shoreline,
washed up,
vanishing into the deep
we used to call home
(Note: This is the introduction of a poem story I'm writing. This serves as the introduction to the key characters. The picture is hazy right now, but as time progresses, the characters will change from blurry images to distinct portraits. Will they live? Will they die? Only time will tell....)
A Night Of Demons -inceptum-
1
A little child looks up at the sky,
And sees the moon.
A buzzing fills the air,
So she pulls out her cell phone.
A message awaits:
You are going to die.
She's an innocent girl
in a world full of demons.
Her name is Alice,
and she's afraid.
2
The bus makes its last stop
on the corner of Brambleton.
A tired young man stands up,
and almost falls.
He notices words etched into the seat:
You are going to die.
He's just a simple man
in a world full of demons.
His name is Hank,
and he's afraid.
3
The last of the dishes are put away,
and she collapses to the floor.
Her back is acting up once more.
She notices a flash card,
and there is something written:
You are going to die.
She's just a motherly housewife
in a world full of demons.
Her name is Ashley,
and she's afraid.
4
Music blares in a pair of headphones,
and a boy rides a skateboard across a busy intersection.
He narrowly avoids getting hit.
As he falls, a billboard catches his eye.
He notices large yellow words:
You are going to die.
He's just a high school student
in a world full of demons.
His name is Darnell,
and he's afraid.
5
The final boss in a long Japanese RPG awaits,
and at long last he'll finish off the 100 hour game.
If only he could avoid the instant death magic,
maybe he wouldn't get a Game Over.
But he can't, and the game flashes the following message:
You are going to die.
He's just a video gamer
in a world full of demons.
His name is Jack,
and he's afraid.
6
The world is slowly falling apart
Most simply do not notice
a shadow watching the night.
A foul wind whispers in the Shadow's ear
the message of a demon:
They are going to die.
It's just a sinister shadow
in a world full of demons.
It goes by Joker,
and it's not afraid.
It took a record producer named Mr. White
to push you four guys to such a dizzying height.
You Erie, Pennsylvania musicians were quite able.
Mr. White signed you to the Play-Tone label.
“That Thing You Do” rocketed up the Billboard charts.
“Shades” and the gang won many young girls’ hearts.
The group got to be something everybody would know
with an appearance on a major network show.
That night, a few inadvertent blunders
placed the band into the classification of “one-hit wonders”.
Their one big hit song turned out to be their final.
Fame and success are fleeting and ephemeral.
Based on the 1997 film “That Thing You Do”
Some say that life is just around
The corner,
Some say that fun is just around
The corner
But unless you’ve been there yourself
You wouldn’t understand the billboard
Above the corner store.
Although things change, it’ll surprise you
What stays the same.
What ghost appears & possesses you
One second to the next.
Barely visible labels taken down
& replaced,
Old rusted metal.
A small reminder that things can
& will be replaced.
Just through the intersection,
Just around the corner.
Some say that things just aren’t
The way they use to be.
The news broadcasts certain events
That take place under the billboard.
A mans been shot five times &
The police still haven’t responded.
Unless you’re a bear wearing a headdress
Wearing shades, & riding a dull grey bike.
You’ll search for a place to belong too,
Up high above on the billboard,
Above the corner store.
Unless you live on this side of town.
You wouldn’t understand,
Why he peddles the way he does
Mother bartered me to an Englishman.
His tribe made televisions.
In those days
televisions were wooden vehicles
crafted out of electric fans
and the spare parts of flying saucers.
Later he became an overseer
of sparky factory hands.
Once while waiting outside for his shift to end,
I jumped from the cross-strut
of a tall billboard. When he found me,
my leg was broken.
'Look what your son has done now'!
"Superman made me do it."
My exiled Irish mother shrugged.
She had entirely forgotten herself
since her surrender.
I liked the Hospital;
African nurses coddled me with plump pink palms.
It was there that I first learned to play a sick piano;
ears pressed into drumming wood
while the blind piano tuner
(a wandering Jew), tapped its hollow bones.
For days I kept
an infirm Steinway under my pillow -
dreamed of fret-sawing crotchets and quavers.
When I returned home mother had found a priest,
and again her native religion began to spook her,
though she still spoke to me in a language
only Superman could hear.
on the outskirts of town
the mountains
adorned in golden tones
seemed to cradle a setting sun
swirls of lavender tipped clouds
beckoned her to follow
the dust trailed
in clouds of smoke behind her
a city lost somewhere in the haze
was left with her past
a billboard sign read
last call for lonely hearts
next exit, to the right
she decided to venture off the highway
down the winding crimson path
that lined the mountain's side
a neon flash at a roadside bar caught her eye
a sweeping melody invited her inside
she swayed to the beat of the singer's every word
it was the best band she'd ever heard
November 6, 2019
for contest LAST CALL FOR LONELY HEARTS – COLLABORATION sponsored by Line Gauthier".