Long Bone Poems
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Zen Tango
Nothing could and should take command
If you think you need the punishment
Let love get the better you watch the light gun fire
Ahoy deep in the skallow of Todd
Your trip in the ethereal all murky with fog
Surprise the laughter makes us a believer of something different
Just fine like a good bottle of wine if it's free
Mafia black with a crimson glow
I couldn't talk where was my free will
Through jungles of monkeys who show you your path
Back from the swamps i'am sure i'll never turn back
Aware of the maybes and what if's and some highway of life
Wait one distracted minute after the other
When it takes over you got to run for cover
My best days of life taking on a challenge
My worse days of life simply caring
You see something that's not there
But the background was finely drawn, dogmatic intrepid oblique
I was sergeant stink I couldn't think the other way I could only think of keep this distraction until it sunk through my skin right to the bone
I did it all for to get that feeling so I could check the box
I am not a robot
Citizen Skin
It's you it's me It's all around us
It's Poisoned you with goodness
Significant to have a measure in your soul
Could this be freedom
The ignorance of denial the rejection of society
Man made comfort started with the shape of a rock
Expectation zero years fall memories never made
Except when you broke your own law
Abandon all hope those who pass through these gates
See what makes us great get pissed on everyday
What is obvious is oblivious what is honest is how you will be seen
Make the family work you can't go back
So no regrets no discount truth's no packages that are labeled
For your glory
Mostly labelled for your head to create a cost of your own free will
No sentimental regards to those smoking companies
To the Government who cashed in on addiction
The freedom to have no voice the freedom to live invisible
Look in front of you and tell me whats yours
All your life signed over to these whores
Shout as loud as you can people have tried
They purposely give you it for free.
Then wait and remove the carpet from your feet
Then freedom is worn on a soldiers
New pair of socks
This is no Eden
Yet the mirror is perceived
Lush tangle of undergrowth
Army of bare, crooked trees
Who formed thee in madness
Has blown fetid breath
Stirring twitches and jerks
Necromancer of death
Cold pale face a question
Bride groom of lunacy
A nightmare interpretation
Lucifer's garden fantasy
So still while I attend
Do not dare look away
From the corner of my eye
Creeping quickly to prey
Under skirt of homespun
Limbs crack, dislocate
With swift wind evil runs
pounding hooves of your mate
Turning now in retreat
Though I fear the unknown
I hear your pursuit
Bone clicking on bone
When next time that I brave
Behind me, a quick peek
You both disappear
Becoming one with the trees.
My new purchase in hand
I leave the museum
Unwrapping this art
For the pleasure seeing imparts
Driving home now, heart pounds
As every time I turn around,
The scenery changes to match
the vision through mirrors I catch
Just as in the frame
You seemed to rearrange...
And I know that you now follow me.
Sunday morning up with the lark,
I went jogging in the park.
Suddenly I felt pain in my sides,
soon I started taking long strides.
I went to the doctor immediately,
I needed help desperately.
The doctor smiled and wrote me some tests.
Clinic visits I always detest.
The doctor told me I had crystals,
no not diamonds the oxalic one.
The doctor said wrly "don't worry my son."
"I can turn them into small pieces by surgical procedure",
the doctor said proudly giving my brain untimely seizures.
How was he going to break them small?
how were they going to pass?
Never could I imagine that such tiny stones could also harass.
Not all stones are diamonds,
some are kidney stones,
The pain these tiny crystals inflict can make you simply atone.
Passing these tiny stones was no easy task,
no better punishment for all my sins I could ever ask.
Finally the stones departed,
passing them was not for the softhearted.
Don't underestimate these tiny stones,
they can make grown ups moan.
Eat healthy ,stay fresh and take care of your each bone
and
please beware of the kidney stones.
Contest: Stones Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
We crossed the streams where the fool's gold gleams as we joked and told our stories
And each man spoke of his love and home when work's all done this Fall
When the work's all done this Fall
We hadn’t made it halfway up with Bill still trailing badly
When Johnny said to Pete and Joe let’s stop here and eat dinner
We'd be home in time for supper
Slide Whistle Ike said a plan I like presents itself most handy
So I went back down to round up Bill my beans and biscuits waiting
My beans and biscuits waiting
I turned my mount back down the hill an eye peeled for Bill’s pony
When it caught my eye upslope in the bye near a shaking quakie standing
A shakey quakie standing
That’s where my knees like the trembling trees moved in the breeze a whisperin’
But it wasn’t the wind left the bone and skin above my boots a'shakin’
Surely, I was mistaken
Young Bill had tied his horse to a sapling down where the trail was bending
And climbed up high framed in the sky behind him dark as midnight
What happened to the daylight?
A ghastly glow surrounds him so like embers from the Devil’s campfire
His eyes and face had greatly aged and he smiled like the rage of the Talon River
The raging Talon River
For there stood Bill on that cursed hill his eyes ablaze like lightning
Astride a stream that'd turned to steam under where Mad Bill was standing
Right where that Bill was standing
It hissed and moaned and turned the stones I swear to molten metal
And swept more stones that broke like bones as they tumbled down the mountain
That wretched cursed mountain
He was on a ridge above the boys still laughin' with their dinner
They couldn't see for a line of trees hid their eyes from doom impending
All Hades was descending
I shouted up, "Joe grab the boys and ride to where I'm standing!"
But he couldn't hear me and my desperate plea was lost on that black mountain
That black and burning mountain
Then Ike first heard that sound not found this side of the river Styx
And he barely had time to shout the names of his saddle mates and home
"Home boys! Head for home!"
But there was no time to clear their mind and comprehend what's coming
For who could know what terrible blow upon them was descending
All Hades was descending
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The salty sea mist is a ghost
which shrouds a hazy sky.
I cannot hide what pains me most.
Why did you have to die?
I hear a moan as all alone
I stand - windblown - chilled to the bone.
I hear a moan
a long lone moan -
the foghorn's lonesome monotone.
The great North Star is hid from view.
Like you - it's lost to me.
Somewhere beneath the ocean's blue,
my fate calls out to me.
I stand now weeping on this pier.
Oh, why can't you be with me here?
I taste each tear -
each bitter tear;
Then like North Star . . . I disappear.
June 28, 2020
for the 'STRAND COMPLETELY NEW(2) any theme any form' Poetry Contest
David started playing table tennis,
At the age of ten in his local club,
Where his dad worked as a coach,
And where his brother played him.
He was born with a bone disorder,
Rare Multiple Epiphyseal Dysplasia,
And is a graduate of Sheffield Uni,
In Biological Chemistry medical.
He attended Beijing and London,
And won many medals in 2014,
In Italy, Slovenia and Slovakia,
And in Romania 2015 gold, silver.
Then the Euros in Vejle, Denmark,
And David won singles and team,
Bronze, and then in Lignano 2016,
David won bronze and team silver.
In Rio he made the quarter finals,
And was born in Torpoint, Cornwall,
Just before Christmas time in 1989 -
He lives and he trains in Sheffield.
From stone to
bone- hieroglyphs
to alphabets
Images and letters
from tablets to the
printing press
From skin to leaves
Stamps- Seals and indigo
Lead pencil ink or charcoal
I am a scribe -I gotta write.
I was assigned to this job-
So, it must be completed
now is my time to record in the
Book of Life" never to be deleted"
I am a poet respect it or reject it
Burning words like incense
from now in time
since--the rocks of ages-
Read my pages--
the wisdom of the sages.
I am an old but up to date
holding secrets in my
memory bank
like an old computer
with a crucial update;
I am a scribe
I have to write
What comes up-
must come out.
I scribe the words
that come
out of my mouth.
Originally posted 2012
Vicki Acquah
a Cinqopet
Let there be light out of the dark
to dazzle the eyes like a spark,
stripteasing six flavors of quark,
delighting the sense of sight
with the artistry of light.
It is but a dream. I have known
darkness that chills down to the bone,
a cold that time has only grown~
if there is light let me see,
if there is light set me free!
A voice softly speaks a whisper,
then another more sinister,
a soul fight for this lost sister~
a fight to dispell the night
and to give the blind one sight!
The darkness has been pulled away
and beauty now illumes each day,
at night the bright starlight holds sway,
casting shadows from corners,
sealing the mouths of scorners.
The beauty in darkness is this,
you may find the light if you wish,
just throw out the bad with a swish
of the hem of your garment,
stars will be your betrothment
as light overcomes darkness!
Winter winds cut through me,
I'm freezing to the bone;
Visibility's slim to zero,
I wish I'd stayed at home!
Am I the lonely walker?
I feel just like a jerk;
Bills are pilin' on me,
Somebody's gotta work!
These tiny flakes are stinging,
Looks like I missed my bus;
My feet are frozen solid,
There ain't no need to fuss!
Eleven blocks await me,
My mood is foul and drab;
I can't even bum a ride,
Where in hell is a cab?
I can see my job from here,
It's lookin' mighty slow;
The boss won't be too happy,
He'd better be glad I showed!
At last, the main entry,
I'm greeted by a sign which read;
CLOSED DUE TO BAD WEATHER,
I could've been warm in bed!
Gold on ancient atoll?
Gone be prospector's hope!
Gore, doth coat the brazen bull?
Golem, get the rope?
Best for those politest men?
Better think again.
Bone a-broken, dive in den?
Flicker on the fen...
Torn like life tormented?
Break upon, O wave.
How the gods lamented!
O shroud hung on the grave!
Yellow as a predator's eye?
Dun the desert doubt.
Riddles, rivers, thy reply?
Time will sort it out.
Plight of all the human race?
Leaving like a trace.
O defeated, thy disgrace!
Cholera, catch case!
Syllable, O sylvan!
Each to preserve a life!
Dreams once started, thus began!
Razor's edge or knife!
Wail, O watching widows?
We'd really rather not.
Soul a-sold, what doth ye owes?
Death, be but a thought!