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I was 20 and I had a broad smile
But the years passed after awhile
My smile faded into a frown
After time I realized I let myself down
I dreamed of better tomorrows
Without anguish or sorrows
Beer after beer after beer
Trying to drown my fear
Now my closet is full of empty cans
And my days free of plans
But these alcohol tears
Only bring me leers
I'm surrounded by the ghosts
Of the people I loved the most
But it is their words that haunt
Looking in the mirror a face so gaunt
I try to be strong
But everything is so wrong
A quivering gun to my head
And a click, a click, but I'm not dead
The man I have become is a villain
See it's the outline my sin will fill in
But I have to finally admit
That I'm afraid to quit
At arm's length I hold my feelings
Tired of the dread and defeating dealings
I've got a meeting with Death
Every time I'm short on breath
I am 35 feeling unable to smile
And as the years pass I'll be gone in awhile
Cemented to my face is a frown
Because those beers made me drown
Winter tested my endurance with its sharp and burning cold and now the warm lavender evening, with its smells and sounds of spring seem like a gift. The breeze is warm, and even the broad zones of shadow contain an inviting warmth. The campus lamps should ignite soon but groups of students are milling, talking and laughing as if no one wants to let go of the day.
As Lisa enters the courtyard the campus lights flicker to life. As she approaches, she lets her book bag slide off her shoulder. Catching it by its strap a millisecond before it hits the ground as she reaches me - without looking - like a practiced trick.
Taking my hand in hers, she asks, head tilted slightly to see my eyes, “How’d the test go?”
I’m the first one in our squad to take a final - most are next week. “Cinchy,” I say with a grin and a flick of my free wrist, “not comprehensive - it just covered the last section.”
“Yea,” she says, “look at you go!” A warm breeze wells to obscure her face with her flaxen, cornsilk hair. She lets her bag fall the last inch, and ponytails it, two-handed, with smooth, practiced ease.
Finals existed, like ancient, cultural crucibles, long before our time, but these are ours, as if they’ve always been waiting - just for us.
Yale is still new to us, but we talk, juxtaposing experiences, challenging and comforting each other, even though we’re on slightly different paths. It seems that everyone is pumped up though, a little stressed maybe, but more than ready to hit it.
Only the males bear antlers,
Heavy crowns shaped by winter winds.
He carries what the world asks of him,
Still, he moves forward
His antlers speak in silence,
Broad arcs declaring he will not yield.
Strength is shown long before it's tested,
Still, he moves forward
Among the herd, order settles quickly,
The tallest crowns guiding the path ahead.
He learns his place through patient winters,
Still, he moves forward
From the ridge he keeps vigil,
Eyes steady on every shifting shadow.
Guarding others becomes his quiet duty,
Still, he moves forward
When winter takes his antlers,
They fall like memories into snow.
He stands lighter, but not unbroken,
Still.
New velvet rises from old scars,
Soft beginnings shaped by patient days.
Strength returns in gentler forms,
Still, he moves forward
Form:
At the dextrous flick of a pliant switch,
or some hue laden buoyant platform,
building sturdy grey grain bridges,
thin veil barren vacuum putative,
in a distant introverted wingspan,
yearning heart at the kernel of a handset,
shrink-wrap diaspora our intrinsic zeitgeist,
contact list on three dimension video,
in situ variegated infinite topic,
profound menu of cerebral dichotomy,
intimate engagement squeezes firm,
the lachrymose event within,
cognisant of prying web snoop,
on screen shadow world doubter,
secret anguish at forlorn tap,
proxy palm of hand palliative,
fingers jitter in composition panel,
pathos rapt in emoji display font,
deep ink well wiki tiered option link,
faint blue highlight access patch,
to master virtual mind concepts,
Jack-O-Lantern vapour a viral mask,
bogus face to face enchantment?
facile glib judgement I’d eschew,
labyrinthine waylay self-induced,
broad deep life question digital,
pop up connoisseur glossary,
perception at the press of a button,
in the eyes of the shrill yet genuine flock,
plus and minus fact sheet,
an overtopping wavelength,
how impoverished and lonely,
our dialogue would be,
this world would sink into,
even graver crass detachment,
without the many, many positives,
our smart devices regularly bring
Justice howls like barking dogs chasing down the hollow street
Justice flows the same way blood gushes down his trembling feet
Justice echoes blatantly through woodlands and valleys
Ringing upon roof tops progressing door to door
And crying out loud.
Justice weeps for innocent children
Children who have been robbed of their dazzling youth
Children whose lives have been taken too soon.
Justice sings a solemn tune, a tune without a rhythm
A tune that only the victims can sing.
Justice mourns for mothers and fathers
Mothers who have been waiting for their daughters
Waiting for their daughters to reunite but they are far out of sight.
Justice wails desperately for her suffocating son
A desperation that we all could hear
A plea for mercy as he gasps for breath.
Justice marching in the street,
Marching from east to west
Marching from north to south.
Justice uncovering lies and rumors
Stripping them of their abusive power
and exposing cruel, mean-spirited perpetrators.
Justice pounds on the door of the city
A city whose inhabitants are cold as charity
Exchanging popsicles for ice
And eluding justice in broad daylight.
Justice blaze in the air for broken women,
Women who have been raped, murdered and abused
Women who have been openly harassed and accused
Justice beckons to the heart of the shattered city
for liberation from this awful misery.
The cry for justice hammers on the door
of heartless blackmailers trading lives for a determined price
antagonizing the innocent, making sordid deals
in the community to disrupt peaceful homes and families .
The cry for justice screams at the conscience of
Barbaric kidnappers who have been destroying lives
And committing cold blood murder in the middle of the night.
The cry for Justice climbs every mountain top
The cry for Justice voyage over land and sea
Bellows in the heavens and finally made a stop.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Rigorous sphincter ani externus muscle workout
Amidst the rubble strewn landscape ruins
courtesy healthy helping of prunes
linkedin to derrière issuing
melodious flatulence classical tunes,
yours truly renown buttuck blaster,
possesses wide ranging repertoire
ofttimes employed
as poignant powerful score
within battlefield documentaries
trademark trumpeting tush
indistinguishable from authentic
soundcloud moaning mortal wounds.
Far and wide taketh me
courtesy self propulsion vis a vis whoosh,
where roaring madding crowds
come together at behest of agent provocateur
transmits electronic signals
instantaneously triggering flash mob
rearing to experience mine
unusual claim gifted with musical tush
Sphincter ani externus
(External sphincter ani)
a wasteland Tom Sawyer doth rush
away from finishing his hucksterism
to escape (wool ewe believe) sheep push
lambasting of rambunctious herd
echoing within Hindu Kush,
an 800-kilometre-long mountain range
in Central and South Asia
to the west of the Himalayas.
Please pardon cheekiness (mine), but
proctologists (Colorectal surgeons”
the more up-to-date term for same)
quite earnestly astounded, befuddled,
enlightened, flummoxed, intrigued, et cetera
abbreviated etc, a Latin term
which is used in the places
where we want to say
"and other things" or "and so on"
ahem so over the moon
whenever I let (powder milk) biscuits fly i.e.
id est which means “in other words.”
Scientists scrutinizing plumes
of rarified gaseous spewed out me bum
discovered thermal columns of hot air
forced thru flat **** plane of muscular fibers,
elliptical in shape
and intimately adherent to the integument
surrounding the margin of the anus
on average measuring
about eight to ten centimeters
can rise as high as a mile,
which rising air strong enough
to lift all kinds of things
like dust, water vapor,
and broad-winged hawks.
Thermals frequently form
when I scale mountainous peaks
and expel prodigious invisible flatulence
hashtagged as silent but deadly
because the sun
heats mountainsides unevenly!
Thanks to you know who
one can often see cumulus clouds above thermals.
In these words I seek God's
Guidance to write
I pray for many within it will cause a fight
That maybe you are tired
Of stumbling on your own path in the night
Perhaps you do not like to attend church
Maybe because of all the division
Of the churches and within them
Many years ago I was on the Mississippi river
On a barge boat when the Lord changed me
Jesus will come to you where you are
To dwell within that you might have peace
One may already be ready to hate
For I seek to only help your fate
Jesus did not come to comdem this world
He came to give division from flesh
That one might be born of the spirit
Each one of us needs this rebirth
Unless you are fine with this earth
God does not dwell within others to please man
But to bring light to the darkness
And to show His love to all
He puts His will inside one
That they might be a vessel
To help snatch one from death
Before they escape there last breath
This world hated Jesus without cause
Because through love He showed there flaws
For many I pray it will bring comfort
For many times we feel like we are alone
But broad is the highway to death
Few is the way on the narrow path
God's fire within will give you strength
Your eyes have received new vision
You will tune out the outside noise
For your guidance comes from within
And the words of life He left us
To help one understand what
This greatness is He has placed within
To the closed eye His words are foolish
But to the open eye and mind
They reveal the mystery of the truth and life
Flower Glows, Fragrance Flows
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom:
Peerless fairness with fantastic fragrance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
Wonderful world wide display at random,
Flowery show in enchanting elegance.
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom.
Hidden fruits and seeds in flowery wisdom,
Playing pretty role in love and romance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
You can miss beauty of flower seldom.
Relish, cherish, cheers casting one glance.
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom.
Diversity of blossoms: broad spectrum,
Colors and aroma, not mere by chance.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
Flowers bless all to bid bye to boredom:
Most charming and adorable to enhance.
Flowers grow and glow in Springtime Kingdom.
Enjoy gift of flora in full freedom.
06/13/16
Springtime Villanelle
Contest Soto Poet
'Strand
Nature embracing Earth have broad reach
to nourish, support and enrich
Ecosystem participating at random
in cosmic curriculum
exhibiting wide spectrum
through versatility,
dynamism and vitality.
Vast oceans, rivers, mountains,
deserts, volcanoes, fountains
going through formation , reformation,
or destruction , extinction !
Natural happenstances —-
Infinite number of instances.
Life is also running through initiation
evolution and extinction
ceaseless continuous
on broad reach simultaneous.
Holding broad reach, Nature possessing so many aspects
presenting , also representing non-living and living objects.
The Texas Lunch lies in my memories
A corner hamburger stand
Just a counter and standing room only
For the best burgers in the land
Now Texas Pete didn’t hail from Texas
From Greece came he and his wife
They came to work for the American dream
And for a better way of life
They had a genuine love for this country
Working hard to make their dream come true
And raised a respectable family
Doing all that they could do
There wasn’t a man in town who didn’t know Pete
His personality had a lasting effect
He earned more than just a living
He earned the town’s undying respect
Whenever I walk down Broad Street
I look over where it used to be
I can still see the Texas Lunch
In the back of my memory