Long Black spot Poems
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Haiku Chain
Presents wrap by tree
babies first Christmas is here
jet stream follows sleigh ~~by; Royal
jet stream follows sleigh
Santa's bag floats ocean unknown
cap is in Spain ~~by; Goode Guy
cap is in Spain
it blew over the ocean
beating rhythm flows ~~by; Andrea Dietrich
beating rhythm flows
unnoticed tiny black spot
fly, fly, ride high winds ~~by; Nathan Dilts
fly, fly, ride high winds
bring in the New Year, hurry…
a parrot shows up ~~by; Annalise Brigham
a parrot shows up
the world was never so right
as I feel refresh ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
as I feel refresh
breeze blows with soothing effect
as birds fly higher ~~by; olusegun Arowolo
as birds fly higher
their iridescent feathers
ribbons in the sky ~~by; David Williams
ribbons in the sky
soft whistling pretty lights dance
to sing like a bird ~~by; Tracie, Indigo Dreamweaver
to sing like a bird
constrained within emotions
give me liberty ~~by; David Williams
give me liberty
sweet vertigo dizziness
the flight takes up space ~~by; Poet Destroyer
the flight takes up space
come and join the view today
birds fly around me ~~by; Poet Destroyer
birds fly around me
brown grey with a glowing force
the moon as haze ends ~~by; Poet Destroyer
the Moon As Haze Ends
crashing On The Horizon
with The Rising Sun ~~ by; Christopher Bunton
With the rising sun
celebrate the coming home
maybe peace will reign ~~by; cecil hickman
maybe peace will reign
in the silent world this day
all is calm and bright ~~by; Deb Wilson
all is calm and bright
just me in my Xmas hat
and loving all night ~~by; Michael J. Falotico
and loving all night
this a welcome of pure light
power of the wind ~~by; harry horsman
power of the wind
a new year begins again
first let's celebrate ~~by; Catie Lindsey
first let's celebrate
the sweet air brings me your scent
now I know your here ~~by; Michael J. Falotico
now I know your here
Staring out the window,
upon a (choo) choo train ~~by; John Rhinem
upon a (choo) choo train
steam blows, lumps in my stocking
charcoal grey mittens ~~by; poet destroyer
charcoal grey mittens
the two of us are rocking
choo choo train chuckles ~~by; S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Team Work -created this haiku chain
Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but that universal late December rendezvous can’t be thrust off-course.
Primal raw wind howl dissing summer’s distant memory - spotty and erratic though it was.
Deck chair, seat of toil free bliss now cold front recess blob.
Mirage or wishful thinking from a wet weather veteran.
We live in fear of reruns like Ophelia or
2010’s black ice.
Storm Force Brian, Mount Fuji on an airwave shrapnel carrier.
Dormant Loch Ness shadow’s fervent air mass plugging festive tunes.
To fuel dispatch and chimney sweep alike a sacred windfall.
For those who struggle just another inroad on an ever
shrinking pocket.
Yet this annual curtain closer has its grail and saving grace.
Dark art charmer lacing every patch for knee high boot crunch.
Architect of igloo closet ski cap.
Sleigh ride bell upon that maligned feast around our globe (Noel hark the alpine carol)!
Bizarre but only to us frostbite souls aloof from glacial beauty.
Deep freeze spirit canvass may not surface.
Christmas anthems booming over frolic footfall streets adorned by night owls.
Chaser lights that gee up gutted ghost town black spot.
Urban ice rink dome another fantasy or wonderland.
Toy shop stock n trade whose only trade is stock.
Colour coded gadget clutching every cell of window space.
Fashion fodder wizards magic spark a toddler’s glee at every turn.
Boisterous strains of Santa rousing inner reindeers - the sort beloved by children down the ages.
Yuletide decor gift band holly bush spike.
Log tossed on fire, kindling stick incendiary, leaping flame enshrouds smokeless polish.
Punch bowl nasal spice so aptly named rum do!
Skim milk skyline flaunts its snow fleck jewellery aloft.
Stars of astral compass spread their twinkle dash on human garlands.
Winter’s stepwise edging in a whirl plume of slush.
Christmas well and truly has arrived.
NB Polish as in Polish Coal,
My head pounds a massive ache
A rotten pain that must surely shake
The piece of Reality away from the fabric
I am wounded by the Fear
Something wants to end me here
Who would do this with such unflinching feeling
These knees do tremble and I am barely reeling
First of all,the Mark is shown
A Black spot on my Eye,can barely make it home
Sweet pinch of brown sugar calorie
Suck it with a tongue but only causing misery
As My mind does the thinking
This nose picks up the odor stinking
Wretched smell coming from for warned hell
Undescribable
reprehensible
I am the only nitwit without any notion
The force of out there,pulling me towards that ocean
Maybe I will die there,after a sky dive fall
This would deny,a love that I would want after all
Alas..I am the Ass,the Miser,
Ready to Fade but no more the Wiser
Rain from the sky and water from the geyser
My body will feed you,a last but worthless appetizer
Fight
First I lost my way, then I lied to all,
I list my life, as I lost my goal..!!
The more I tried to fix, the more I got got stuck,
Even my good deeds in the past could not change my luck..!!
People I stood by when they were down,
Stabbed me in the back, and left me in the deep waters to drown..!!
First I lost my way, then I lied to all,
I list my life, as I lost my goal..!!
Everyone blamed me, and treated me like a convict,
But Noone truly understood why I did what I did..!!
Though no excuse can justify the evil I did,
And that's black spot I'll have to live with..!!
First I lost my way, then I lied to all,
I list my life, as I lost my goal..!!
I tried running away from this life, not once but multiple times,
But no matter what I did I just didn't die..!!
Everyone said it was because God has some other plans,
But where was he when I begged, and was drawn to Satan..!!
First I lost my way, then I lied to all,
I list my life, as I lost my goal..!!
But now I'll try my best to fight, not because I regained my faith in God,
As now I know that no matter what good deeds I do, I'll never go to the heavenly abode..!!
First I lost my way, then I lied to all,
I list my life, as I lost my goal..!!
I'll fight for my life and my only ray of light,
I'll fight till my last breath for son and my wife..!!
Doesn't matter what the world thinks of me,
Though I love my God, but even his love matters less to me..!!
All I want is my family to walk with head held high, and with a smile,
That would be day that I would relax and can happily die..!!
First I lost my way, then I lied to all,
I list my life, as I lost my goal..!!
The more I tried to fix, the more I got got stuck,
Even my good deeds in the past could not change my luck..!!
People I stood by when they were down,
Stabbed me in the back, and left me in the deep waters to drown..!!
The Team.
Here we are in Gayndah town,
The parks are all filled up.
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.
The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and frosty as you please,
They’re picking Mandarins.
When the fruit arrives at Gaypak,
With the staff all ready and able.
The Mandarins are washed and waxed,
And rolled across the sorting table.
This is what to look for,
Sharon tells them one by one.
The number of bins is thirty four,
It’s an average sort of run.
Black Spot, Splits and Sunburn,
Hail damage and Sooty Mould,
Juice the stuff that’s too deformed,
Or whatever can’t be sold.
Karen’s on the packing floor,
From there she runs the show.
She’s the boss and that’s for sure,
So don’t upset the flow.
Aunty Pat she is there,
As Karens’ Two I C.
She checks that all is run to plan,
Without her where’d they be.
The pattern packers work away,
Under the watchful eye.
Of Sharon ‘n’ Gayle in the day,
And Elaine and Linda at night.
The forklift drivers as we know,
Work with skill and speed.
Up and down, to and fro,
Always they are in need.
At Gaypak they’re a cheerful lot,
They talk and laugh and joke.
Even when it’s bloody hot,
But they are conscientious folk.
When knock-off time comes around.
There’s one who wont be late.
Speedy Gwenda will be found,
To be the first one out the gate.
Afternoon shift takes the reins,
They carry on the work.
Without a break they step right in,
The fruit, they’re here to sort.
We can praise the workers all we want,
And praise the management too.
But nothing works and nothing moves,
Without the maintenance crew .
All in all this is the team,
Of which they can be proud.
That sorts and packs, and sends,
The fruit, all around the world.
BLACK
Black box. Blackmail
Secret. No mail.
Hide! Black Black Bee :
Money. Honey.
Black sheep : Black stripes :
Baa baa. Zebra.
Black Dog : Black Fog :
Whiskey. Misty.
Kills ? Black Black Belt :
Widow. Judo.
Black hole Black snake :
stole light. Panther.
Black coal. Black Prince-
Diamond. A Rose.
No Moon : Black board
Black night. to write.
Witch: Black Black salt:
Magic. Ferric.
Fruit : Black Blackout
Berry. Sense lost.
Black spot, Black pearl :
Blemish. Gem stone.
Black crow : Burnt Black -
Raven. Oven.
Black Tea, Black hue
Coffee. in rue.
05/22/ 23
A Brian Strand Premiere no. 1219
Fifth Place
Contest by Brian Strand
Shards rain down
around me
ringing upon the ground,
displacing the silence
that was assaulting me
mere moments ago.
Had to get out
and even as the blood
drips from my many wounds
I lurch into motion
running into the darkness,
feeling it envelope me.
The moon
is a black spot in the sky,
coating everything
with its unholy illumination,
and within it
I can envision
my succubus,
sweet pale skin,
smooth and flawless,
lushes curved fangs
jutting from under pouting lips
glistening in the starlight,
raven and golden hair
playing in the breeze
as she flexes her batlike wings.
I can see her red tinted eyes
glowing in the night
and hear
her claws clicking together.
Keeping myself upwind
I slink from tree to tree,
circling.
She stands over a fresh kill
wings enfolded like a cape,
blood pooling in the soil
at her feet.
The scene
entices me,
almost driving me
to move closer,
must resist the pull,
get a feel for the situation.
I sniff the air,
the briny scent of blood
approaches me,
beneath it,
the loam scent of earth
permeates,
lower still,
the smell of my temptress
drifts in,
sulfuric musk,
brimstone and sandlewood,
ash and raw meat,
sending shivers
down my back
like when the first drops
of a cold rain
hits your skin.
For now
I am content
just to gaze on this
ferocious beauty,
watching
as she
feasts on the carcass
of the beast
she so eloquently took down.
As the mist settles in
and removes her from view
the vision of her
is still burned into my eyes.
Curly ( Part I )
Once upon a time there was a little girl, that lived
with her mother, her father and her brother. She
was only seven years old. her brother was eight
years older then her. mary was this little girl's name.
She was happy, but she had no one to play with.
One day her father had gone to work as he always had.
Later that day - it started to rain very hard. her father
and his friend had to work outside. they saw two little
puppies playing and rolling in the mud.
They each got one puppy, They were far away from any
houses. Mary's father said - I'll take this one to my daughter.
When he got home and Mary saw the puppy, her eyes opened
wide with joy. she told her father - I hope you got him for me
and not for my brother.
Her father said - of course my darling daughter, I got him for
you. The little puppy was very dirty. Mary said - I'll give him
a bath so I can see his color. after the bath she saw that the
little puppy was very pretty. He was white as snow.
Her father asked - what will you name him? she said - I thought
maybe snow. Then she saw a black spot on his forehead and said
I don't know. When the little puppy was all dried up he was waggling
his tail. She could tell he was happy.
She also saw that he was full of curls. she couldn't even see his eyes.
She then thought to herself - I got the perfect name for him. I will
name him Curly, just like he's always been. She then went to tell her
family. His name shall be Curly. Everybody agreed that that was a
perfect name.....
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
To be continued
Crisp end of winter morning,
my shovel digs the soil,
turning over weeds and worms,
and watch them twist and coil …
hoe the dirt once more again,
until a soft and silky bed,
then plant seeds, where once grew weeds,
and grow vegetables instead.
Watch out for snails!
Watch out for slugs!
Watch out for earwigs!
Watch out for harlequin bugs!
In two weeks or a little more,
shoots of green grow from the seeds,
now fighting for their patch of ground,
but a little later than - the weeds.
And so I’m down upon my knees,
working out what plant is what;
making sure carrot and parsnip,
are growers in this garden plot.
Watch out for sparrows!
Watch out for silver eyes!
Watch out for blackbirds!
Watch out for magpies!
Summer sun and drying winds;
summer storms with chance of hail.
Caterpillars, thrips and aphis,
do their best to have me fail,
but murder - mayhem travel well,
with snail bait, dusts and poison spray,
scarecrows, nets and old wine casks,
to keep marauding birds at bay.
Watch out for virus’!
Watch out for rot!
Watch out for mildew!
Watch out for black spot!
Late summer, autumn and the plants
are looking rather worn.
The leaves are dry, stems are dead,
as nature typifies her scorn,
for death will come with winter cold,
but thankfully the harvest flesh,
has been worth the season trials,
to dine on garden fresh.
Like the devil in disguise...A snake with his diamond eyes
Beneath the lies he hide and kill
with no pride behind the hill
Yes It's real...That's Israel
A black spot in the heart no one can heal
America is going to seal the deal
Philistine a delicious meal
Listen every body , also hope to feel
The real emotions , filling up oceans
Israel is the devil , that's the caution
To hang the devil , you need a rebels
Not punch of kids counting pebbles
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