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The tour guides hold their flags aloft
And tourists, like a herd,
Stick close together, hanging onto
Every single word.
They stop right by the Stock Exchange,
The cellphone cameras snapping,
Then watch their charges grab the bull
‘Midst giggling and clapping.
But meanwhile, the New Yorkers,
Both the natives and the new,
Quickly walk right by; their strides imply
It’s what they’ve gotta do.
They take no note of statues,
Famous buildings or the church.
A path around the tourists is
The object of their search.
It’s the same with any city –
Though the visitors may stare
At the famous sights, the residents
Don’t have the time to care.
Names are written on the walls of my eyes:
Terrible thoughts of itching fire!
The wall opens to the chambers
to the bones of forgotten family
Savages, what they did to you;
Never to haunt them as it does me!
Their smiles and laughs, written on the walls of my eyes…
Their blood shall make for the finest cup of merlot
These savages, upon my mount.
I pray for prey; to rack them up like the horns of a bull.
Savage, am I? Or am I not?
Justice calls from the depths of my bloodline
From the names written on the walls of my eyes;
They say “Liberate our fury with the hand
that robs them of God’s mercy!”
I don't want you no MORE! I no longer want you to hold my hand, I no longer desire to call you my man, my best friend . Your betrayal runs so deep, like in a nightmare when I fall asleep. I trusted all that you say, just waiting on you to change your ways, for the both of us, babe. This decision was one that would bless not only me, but one that would also set you free, for both, you and me. Knowing this situation wouldn’t change, but consistently rearranged. Us, living in our own insanity, where we never get a chance to escape the bad, into a feeling of blissful tranquility, where we were freed..The freedom of mind, financial, into spirituality. How then did we survive our pain, but still one of us remained the same, a woman's pain. You found your joy in the streets, for me, a much to great of a defeat. I couldn't compete. When I prayed, I prayed for you to, for the both of us, to champion through. But what you had in store for me? A reality, but not seen on TV. You sacrificed not only yourself but us, and whatever else that was left. Now, I can never be your friend, your lover, your shoulder to cry upon, that waist to embrace at night, that voice that says "its alright", " it will be OK" "at least I love you bae." Her pain can't let her forget all the betrayal in loving you, through all the bull you put her through.
Form:
Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece,
Seeing his life story as the layers release.
I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare.
I guess I expected a melting clock here or there.
Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador.
Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more.
Three of the statuesque figures are full life size.
The painting is over twelve feet high, quite a surprise.
For his toreador with all the masculine strength of Spain.
He chose a goddess of feminine beauty not in vane.
Encompassed in her body is the face of the toreador.
His cream shirt and the button to hold it, as placed before.
The toreador’s green tie fits neatly into place.
Flies marching in straight lines, his hat they retrace.
A splash of color and patterns depict his suit of lights,
The bull exploding through his cape is in our sights.
A Dalmatian dog, its head down to the ground.
Is in what would seem light flickering all around.
And a tiny portrait of Dali as a boy is to the dog’s right.
Dali’s wife is in a cameo top left, she hates the bull fight.
His whole painting is the bull fighting arena to engage.
The magnificent toreador is resplendent in center stage.
The color and flow of the scene being artfully set.
Such hallucinations and even more to be found yet.
Venus is so cold and sedate, the flamboyant toreador.
Swishing his giant cape masterfully the crowd adore.
He shows the banderillos used to taunt the bull.
Blood shows as blue and the bullfight is here to its full.
Could it be ironic a swarm of Girona flies once deterred a fight.
Yet as strong as the bull is, it can do nothing to escape its plight?
in the gloomy darkness, late, past sun set,
the six blood sisters of fate often met,
their venue the slumber of mortal minds,
in the depth of sleep when the reason's blind.
sister 'Doubt' is the one that started flare,
letting lose the bull amongst china ware,
her twin sister 'Jealous' took up the fight,
to disturb sleep and keep awake all night,
two of elder siblings have played their part,
Sisters 'Greed' and 'Lust' often problems start,
through the desires of body or of wealth,
they work in silence with a feline stealth.
The result on mind of their evil game,
human relationships are not the same,
the body fatigued wakes bereft of sleep,
'open door' to let sister 'Anger' sweep,
by early dawn mischief fuse has been lit,
an excuse at breakfast to throw a fit,
harsh words are exchanged and decency dies,
that's when walks in their oldest sister 'Lies'!
this family affair of sisters six,
for years have been for love marriages a jinx!
if you wish to guard your true love from them,
build your trust strong and let it be at helm,
don't let the evil sisters get in cheap....
- a calm peaceful mind earns you a deep sleep!
3rd placement
'Six relatives' contest
Sponsor 'Caren Krutsinger'
Written 4/11/2020
10 syllables per line
Daisy was such a bossy old cow,
one who desired to rule the herd.
Her opinions were so highbrow
the others dared not moo a word!
Daisy would moo and moo all day
whilst the others chewed their cud.
I dare not disclose the things she’d say
if amiable cows mated with the stud!
One day Daisy met up with the local bull
who really was a quite handsome chap.
She fluttered her lashes, being on the pull
but her constant sniping was a handicap!
He mated all others in the bovine brood
which put Daisy’s nose right out of joint.
He detested her for her rude attitude,
yet, she insisted on arguing the point!
Daisy was ill-bred and she’d never yield
so all the other cows chose to back away.
Bull turned on his hooves and left the field
leaving Daisy all on her own chewing hay!
Although Daisy was the farmer’s oldest
she was just as nasty as the farmer’s wife.
He complained the old cow was the coldest -
I wonder which of them caused more strife!
The farmer didn't suffer from guilt or derision
when the slaughtering man came into town.
He allowed the butcher to make the decision
as to which cantankerous cow he'd put down!
12/10/18
"I'm working on the Lento Form starts as a collage and not simplistically termed words, like my poem 'Ode to a Dove' that made Best Lento Form," ... by Poet.
*Actual Poem used below,
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight."
KEY:
S, young astrophysicist; H, helper/hobbit; G, G-Men; C, Colonel North;
(a young astrophysicist ...)
S]Bright star, light star ... I think that's right, don't know.
tonight, first star I see ... there, that's better.
might, I wish I may, I wish ... that's a go.
tonight, have this wish I wish ... SCI-doctor?
S]Thought it could be, the rhyme from my young bit,
S]saw fit this good night, hangs low starry light,
S]hobbit--me tall, they'd be in the outfit,
S]Lord it ... it's an asteroid ... cams set right!
S]It's gonna hit! There, by Glenwood Forest.
H]It's awesome. Landing right in our backyard.
S]It causes, "Landing?", --hysteria, MASS!
H]Emmits gamma? Haz ... S]--guys! Don't make it hard,
H]--mat suit, just sayin. S]There's no protocol!
S]That site will be covered with who knows, and ...
S]Black Suits, worst of our breed. S]Who's made the call?
S]Rat moot! They're here! Hey guys, don't move, just stand.
(captured lab workers)
G]Star Wars, here sir. Inside -- UNINVITED!
S]Barred doors, Colonel North, why I'm not surprised.
S]Sophomores? Your toy flew a bit slighted,
S]Encores, that force you from your past disguised.
H]Thought he's retired ... S]Chinese MIGS? -- we got it.
S]Glorious, on our short-wave sate's ... too close.
C]Frosty air, Good Ole U.S.A., -- made it!
S]Notorious deceiver, -- got the nose.
S]Book writer, hm. SCI-FI? or Nuserires?
H]Bull Rider, if asked. G]No one asked you, BOY!
S]Looked tired. Those hearings .. a ruse. Serious?
C]Moral fiber, --helping us? Don't be coy!
(G-Men exits ...)
S]Passing secrets, C]Your labs, they are on fire.
S]Intervening secrets, CNN there.
C]Bleaching sequence, quick BLEACH G]--news crew, C]what? --FIRE!
S]Sleeping sickness duped decades. Sir. C]--prayer.
Go f yourself was what I tell God
I am tired
of all the bull s
From now on it's going to be on my terms
I am not the kind that would put up with all the bs
But I did it for God
Thinking I can change who I am
But I can't
Sorry God
No can't do
I can't change it for You
So take it or leave it
You can call it rebellion if you like
But I was not happy pleasing You
If You are not happy that's fine
But I will not bent over backward for You
I love You I respect You
But I have to be myself
If You don't like it, tough
That's what You get for raising me
No appreciation
Haha
Not
But I am serious
I will tell You like it is
If You don't like it
You can go somewhere else
I am serious
So the next time I tell You off
Know why
And You can be mad if you like
Or do whatever
But I will not change for You!
..................
I ate the enemy,
and bottled up the peace,
I swam a shore
and polluted all the reefs,
I waged a war,
and dreamed up proper beats,
I came and went
before people got their feet,
I ate the animal
and labeled a lofty cannibal-
aided in the sham of all,
but gave it back through the Ram and Bull,
I sickened your very sole,
did chores to leave you without a goal,
faced you inside your head,
made you slave against your own bed,
I ran away and made you feel the chase,
like big cats carrying mace...
You had a chance-
I swear you could have won the day,
its too bad you became sorry
and wished me away,
and thought the earth was still round-
just like your face,
too bad you can't get off of the spike
stuck to your seat,
even if you hitchhike
you pine at others wills that are weak,
jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique,
and you weren't even there
taking notes and pointing a beak.
otra vez,otra vez`
I do, say and say again
I am the rock star of the ring
I risk my life again and again for fame,
Some might think of my passion
As just being poetic and practical
Or simply culture or unethical
However, nevertheless not when my life is on the line
Stronger than a herd of Buffaloes
Faster than the
Speed of a race horse,
He is now broken free of his corral
A streak of fury, rushes me
Despite my fear of dying,
My main focus is to
Take the bull down by its horn
>>
I looked deep into his eyes,
I saw mingling of rage
I carefully swung the cape,
A taunt of furling red
Aiming for its horns
The crowd roars, while
The old ladies sob for the bull
The men cheers for
Salvatore the Matador
Nothing more stimulating than the ladies
with the beautiful smiles
The bull is going to die