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Your body is lowered into the ground, where you lie in darkness.
My warm tears mingle with December's cold rain... I lament.
War's grip holds me in depression, for this should be my grave.
"TAKE COVER!" you yelled, as your body and your blood fell over me.
My malaise of guilt: you died for me without a "thank you."
I'd give my life to find a doorway to you; my life is just a beautiful lie.
But my fear of death
keeps me from reaching for the door handle.
An alabaster portal that may not allow me in, a wretched sinner.
I have need of paint and brush, for it must be darker to open.
I weep for you, my brother, as my incarnate heart weeps for me.
But my fear of death
staunches my progress; I cower in my shame.
Damn my trembling hand, for the door is only darkened to gray.
My mind, an unassailable weapon against my will; it paints... It paints.
But my fear of death
haunts me; I fall to my knees in mental anguish.
Tears rain down as mortar shells, and flow into the ink of my pen.
I write these words for war mongers to read. "Death is a painful truth."
With labored breath, I brush a final stroke on the door to paint it black.
I am on my way, Captain, for I have found the courage to thank you.
My fear of death
was an illusion to mask the longing for my demise.
The only way I can be free from my fear of death is to let death claim me.
November 9, 2015
*Image of Childhood Memories by WordPress.
On the Good Ship Bubble-Pop
Bubbles, see-throughs, delicate floats,
of voyaged sailless boats,
her captain gauge the air around,
blue cast where none e'er drown,
farther distance -- misspoke, rising,
shapeless bows devising,
now turned admiral, sees her fleet,
eyes rounded sterns complete,
some sway starboard, others go port,
she ventures drafts to sort,
she waits till all had left her view,
ere scuttling added crew,
lifts her makeshift pier container,
blows whistle, no-brainer,
toneless wizardry expresses,
anew fleet progresses,
dreams to be, part of the magic,
fit in spheres? a tough trick!
2021 September 23
*1st Place*
rhyme me rhyme me a poem
~~Eve Roper: Judged 2021 October 05
*RZ checked
Picture #2
It was the 17th century, and I was travelling with my family,
We were sailing to Europe and a new beginning;
Father had brought all our money and belongings on the ship,
Everything we owned was in the hull in chests tied down.
It was dawn when the Pirates came out of the fog,
The battle was short, and I am not sure how many died;
I was so afraid as I clung to father, shivering on the cold deck,
There was enormous booty taken from the ships hull.
When the Pirates finished, we were looked over critically,
I had heard tales of these rogues taking girls as slaves;
The captain touched my raven hair with his long fingers,
I could not look at him but I sensed his mighty strength.
He grabbed my arm and dragged me away screaming,
That was the last I saw of my family; I was a captive;
His ship was massive and the jolly roger flag fluttered,
I looked back as my boat faded on the distance waves.
I was sure that all my family was dead and I wept and wept,
The Pirate captain put me in a cabin and locked the door;
Days turned into weeks and weeks and still he did not come,
Then one night as I combed my hair; there he was.
In two long strides, he had me in his arms of steel,
And I was swept away with his passionate kiss;
I could not believe that I, a virgin, was in the Pirates arms,
Fighting was useless, and why try, this was my future.
So, I melted quietly into his embrace and I was his,
I let him seduce me with his body and his words;
Pleasure was flowing through my young eager body in waves,
And I knew that I was truly a prisoner of this man.
In the days and nights that passed, I loved him,
I was his slave, but he soon became mine as well;
He whispered in my ears, promises of treasures and gowns,
And in time, I grew to love this Pirate of my heart.
___________________________
September 3, 2015
Narrative
Submitted to the contest, 101 In A Row - 8
Sponsor, PD
Third Place
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Written for the contest, A Pirate's Life For Me,
Sponsor, Kelly Deschler
First Place
Captain of the most distant islands
living poem among my prose
that each one was exchanging for roses
with the moonlight and wandering mornings
II
You loved as few have loved
with crazy sea and clear letter
the greatest poet who remained in us
as he calmly portrayed ...
III
The island was your light and your horizon
witnessed your lot, luck
let me read my verse
IV
Time mate here awaits you
beyond this letter and this death
I follow your companion brand ...!
PS TRANSLATION / ADAPTATION OF THE POEM by alkas poetry
SONET OF POETISA ADELA CARPORAL
POEMS FOR PABLO NERUDA.
"My Love"
It's only a little pain
A quick rush
To the brain
Time to go INSANE
FEEL-
I feel so strong, so powerful
One more kill
One more thrill
One more chance up and up this hill
This hill I climb
Now a mountain
A fuqqing mountain
My eyes so wide
My heart so cold
My lungs inhaled straight up my nose
My brain explodes
FEEL-
I feel so strong, so powerful inside
Every breath that I take
leaves me hungary for more
Handcuffed to this rush
I think i'm in LOVE
A little pain, up above
Don't stop me now it's far too late
I love me, I love me
With no one to hate
We're all dressed up
We've got on our smiles
"Can we climb up your mountain?"
We're your friends, your the best
We want that rush
We'll sing in your nest
We're all dressed up
We've got on our faces
We came to your door
No hiding in places
We want that rush
We'll climb up that mountain
Blood Red Stain - splattered inside my brain
It's always the same, this fuqqing game
Put me to shame, bury my name
Just point and aim
Take me again
I love me, I love me
This mountain grain
I saw Sam Hain get high in Spain
So I jumped that train
I fly my plane
Nobody knows
" I " am the Captain, so
"I'll fly right through this fuqqing mountain"
Again and Again
This fuqqing rush
So Insane I close my eyes
I can't obtain all my thoughts
Crashed through the rain
Hanging on this chain
Hanging from this crain
If I lie, pull my drain
I love me, I love me - So fuqqing lame
" Dear Father "
Tear out my hair
Tear off my clothes
You know I don't care
Naked I shall pose
Naked I shall stare
Just stick it where it goes
This fuqq so rare
" Is this what you chose?"
Give me all my fair
Stick it up my nose
Stick it between my legs
Love Me and Love Me and
Penetrate my Soul
Make me Rock-N-Roll
Up and Down, forever I'll go~~ Go Go Go!!!
Like a Cat~ YOU will purr
And like a Lion I'll ROAR
I love me you know
But now I must go
Take me to your place
I can't explain~ this rush, again
Straight up to the Brain
Such little pain
Blood Red Stain
And i'm not ashamed
Time to go Insane
FEEL- !!!
I guess it'll never end...................................................................................
Run, Joe, Run! And the people represent,
mama always said you'd be President.
Somethin' else mama said was
stupid is as stupid does
and I think we all know what mama meant!
Run, Joe, Run! And let the people decide
but mama always knew your brain was fried.
I think America knows
that your Presidency blows
and there’s never been a greater divide!
Run, Joe, Run! But to us all first explain
your own family's sudden wealth and gain.
For left in a repair shop
on your crackhead son's laptop
are shady deals with China and Ukraine!
Run, Joe, Run! You had big pockets to fill
and Hunter filled 'em for you and for Jill.
But, Joe, it's not a good look
to be a fool and a crook
gettin' caught with your hands in the till!
Run, Joe, Run! But sadly it must be said
if you were any stiffer you'd be dead.
It would be better for you
if you had any damn clue
to let someone (anyone) run instead!
Run, Joe, Run! Until that's all she wrote,
mama always said we all need to vote.
America's Ship of State
needs a captain strong and great
but your sinkin’ ship is an old shrimp boat!
Run, Joe, Run! But Kamala is a curse
and her cacklin' word salads just get worse.
Joe fogs up in the west wing
and she’s a you know…the thing
but she ain't ya mama and ain't ya nurse!
Run, Joe, Run! But stop all the fear and hate,
mama always said it's never too late.
O’ but we are all agreed
that America don't need
a mindfu*ked Manchurian candidate!
Written: June 2024
Halloween is favorite time of year,
Time to face and conquer your fears.
The ghouls and goblins come to my side,
I catch a glimpse of Frankenstein and his bride.
There are vampires about,
The werewolves raise a raucous and get loud.
The witches stir up their brew,
The grazillas gather their entire crew.
The elves are so timeless and beautiful,
And the pumpkins sure are fruitful.
The zombies arise from the dead,
And the ghosts walk among us again.
The pirates are once again sailing the high seas,
The pepper makes the chefs sneeze.
Darth Vader can conquer the Earth with his Death Star,
And we can travel back to the future in an awesome car.
Iron Man,
Can save us all again.
Captain America can save the world dressed in tights,
As creepy eyes light the night.
The Hulk can smash,
And the black cats can give you a rash.
Mike Myers can give you a thrill,
And Jason can make you scream so shrill.
Freddy can keep you awake,
While Jason keeps you from lakes.
The bats creep from their caves,
The princes always save the maves.
Romeo can wed his Juliet,
In a ceremony no one will forget.
So when you think of Halloween,
And alll it can mean...
Think of fairy- tales coming true,
And hopefully Halloween will be special for you too!
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A man in a vast coat-pocket universe
Captain Kangaroo was what they called him first.
His beard could shelter squirrels or a misplaced key;
the children leaned in close—but how did Grandpa get free?
Mr. Green Jeans always knew
Kangaroo's pockets held sticky glue,
a rogue banana peel, two lost keys,
and Bunny Rabbit's unpaid fees.
His mute friend Moose, that nodding sage,
new chaos filled each television stage:
Grandfather Clock chiming upside-down,
Tom Terrific losing his paper crown.
But when the Captain tipped his hat,
the mess dissolved—just like that.
No rhyme nor reason, a tidy end?
just magic tricks, and a gentle friend.
I always hated water,
being in the middle of nowhere,
but it was the only way to be with you..
Now,
I'm helpless, my fingers trembling,
lips quivering, eyes full of tears,
as this ship sinks, inch by inch.
I write what are my last words,
as the stench of fear,
slowly fills the bitter air.
I'm so scared.
I can see lifeboats over loaded with the 'privileged',
their aura in a state of shock, but so sullen.
Not all children have escaped, not all children!!!
How is that fair??
Some have jumped into the sea,
desperate to survive,
but its too cold.... It's freezing.
I'm just going to accept there is no escape.
I don't know if I'm a coward or being brave,
but I refuse to go up to the deck.
This room is now my tomb.
The violinist won't stop playing,
his music, so eerie,
as we face our fate.
The captain said;
"Even God could not sink this ship."
But you can't cheat God..
I see him crying in the corner,
ready to decay into death -
such a pathetic man.
There are brief screams of
"Help!"
but then only a haunting silence.
I think about my mum
tell her, I love her and I'm so, so sorry,
for I left her behind to follow my dreams,
where I thought I would find heaven,
but now seem bound into the unknown..
I had left the English shores,
to be in your arms my sweetheart..
So many hopes, so many promises
to be together... Forever,
to touch and caress your soft skin
and to place this gold ring on your finger,
dreams of children, places we would see,
food we would eat, poetry we would recite,
starry nights and sweet sunsets,
now slowly fade away...
I can see your face,
your almond eyes, your scarlet lips,
your hand reaching out to me...
An enchanting last mirage.
I'm so sorry my love,
so, so, sorry,
to leave you this way,
life can be so cruel,
but remember me,
please don't forget me,
you were my only treasure
I just wish I could have kissed you one more time...
but God has deprived that from me...
Please don't mourn for me,
but cherish our memories,
be happy and live your life,
find love, have children and
travel the world..
At least, I will not live in regret.
I write my last words with my last breath,
as I begin to feel numb,
I will place my hands together and repent...
This is my goodbye to the world.
It hasn’t been all bad…this quarantine we’ve been on
For instance I can’t believe some of the wonders I have seen
and the places I have gone.
No, I haven’t actually been anywhere, of course, that would be wrong…
but luckily I have the shoulders of authors who let me ride along….
Yesterday wearing a hat and pipe and my requisite wisdom and grace
I was with Dr. Watson in England helping Sherlock solve a case.
Today I’m riding a noble steed…and it’s anybody’s guess…
Will I be slaying a dragon…
guarding a king…
or saving a damsel in distress?
Tomorrow I may wrest victory from the edges of my doom
I may storm a castle gate…or open a Pharaoh’s tomb.
Or I could be the captain of a submarine…
20,000 leagues under the sea
I could be a prince, a king, a wizard…
I can only imagine the hero I might be…
I might climb a beanstalk…or finally learn how to cook
for there are no limits to what I may discover…
within the pages of a book.
So when I can’t go anywhere…but my urge to travel is strong…
thank goodness there are authors who let me ride along…
Thank goodness there are authors who in this time of gloom…
will take me any place I want to go…from the comfort of my room.