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The honky-tonk music of ferris wheel rides
Still enchant, as I used to stretch my hands
To gather a chain of moondust above
A glittered skytop, while the breeze drones
Evening's jubilant melody:
And the lilting rhythm of a float's cadence thrills
While girlhood days screech after three, four circles
As Daddy laughs, bringing forth the sizzle
Of warm hotdogs. O, how memorable
the hushabye from a rickety carousel.
But life seems absurdly mechanical today,
Where robotic noise reigns the game, zooming:
How plastic tickets computerized would never
Become dulcet memoirs gently tucked
Within a musical box. How modern scheme changes
A once-anticipated warble of the ringmaster...
Crooning youth's jingle as carnival arrives:
Now, a recorded playlist jigs; I feel numb.
11/1/2017
Written for Eve Rover's The Sounds of the Past
Theme: Photo 1
Helping my father and uncles when I was ten,
felled a tree, on break then ready to go again.
I walked around the corner of the truck
as someone pulled the cord and I got stuck.
Now that chainsaw’s engine didn’t start,
but it didn’t have to, to rip my skin apart.
Right through my jeans, but not too deep,
saw my flesh before it began to seep.
Dyed my t-shirt like a canvas with the body’s ink,
those cells made a mosaic from red to pink.
To my surprise, I was left with no pain,
but anesthetic’s steel lacked the mercy of the bar chain.
Skilled hands drove a cutting needle’s threads
through clotting cascades and capillary beds.
On my right thigh, a scar’s pledge,
for every kind of limb, Stihl has the edge.
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Contest: Any Rhyme Form – An Early Childhood Memory
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Written: 04.20.18
I smiled when lilac tulip bloomed,
I prayed for amber wings in rain.
On fiery leaves with love perfumed,
blue angels kissed her blushing chain.
How oft fir-kissed drops fall as gems
absorbing pangs of thirst from stems.
My bare soul drenched in velvet chrome
longs to rest in her musk-soaked home.
When lilac tulip bloomed, I prayed,
I smiled for amber wings in rain.
With love, perfumed blue angels kissed
her blushing chain on fiery leaves.
Afar, yet my love sings along
if only she'd hear a thorn's song.
September 2, 2020
Charonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor: charles messina
Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...
and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling, lobbing, and spewing lava
against backdrop of his trumpeting vitriolic
political preservation, salvation,
and veneration, though with hold
ding temptation tomb mike -
(make) pence sieve lee clear,
the immoral majority mold
toot hoods, (those bajillion
Americans unanimously polled)
did want me to broadcast, communicate,
and declare, sans incendiary fold
drawl (folderol) feigning migrant accent,
(no matter I'm getting older than Methuselah),
nonetheless Ivana trumpet from Taj Mahal
straight to Mar-A-Lago) all told,
plus thank Republicans
(past or present), who extolled,
an invisible grandiose fire walled
barricade (donning, enclosing,
and fortifying) against Carl mauled
din lookalike hackers,
despite one sporting "FAKE"
hook nosed, hunchbacked
adorned, donned with (Turin) shawled,
shrouded, and disguised vagrant, indigent,
double chinned agent - bald
(except for being bewigged),
viz flowing locks of "FAKE" gold
in toe with Amazon heavily funded
unbridled trailing retinue
chanting appellation Matthew
Scott Harris alias Oswald),
no matter said faux
renegade twittering lobbyists
to flock (like lemmings) within his fold,
and will laughably petrify
any vigilantes dead cold,
what with his bugs
bunny eyed (What's up Doc)
intent reader rabbit stare,
that doth playfully scold
any Bare Ladies scantily
linkedin, NOT nsync
with netiquette politesse mold
gobbledygook communication, (asper
my pork chopped message
higglety pigglety divulged)
obeying tacit gold
din rule to hoodwink public, nonetheless
lemme exemplify, how I plan to hold
world web electronically hostage
by secret Ransomware sold,
thru dark wide whirled web
cryptocurrency bitcoin blockchain trolled
under auspices, sans
omnipotent NON GMO
gluten free CRISPR rolled
oat sized INTEL nanobots,
no bigger than mold
spores heavily monitoring
meant to fortify electronic threads
woven into a virtual tapestry
likened to Dickensian chain e-mail
intent to foment pandemonium
at expense to captcha totalitarianism,
whereby democracy imperiled.
No one knows how sad you are
Till it's gone way too far.
Till it comes out as anger
Then you become the monster...
Maybe, just maybe, instead of looking at me like I'm a piece of $#!^
Maybe see that my outbursts aren't just me throwing a fit.
Maybe see that all that anger has been building up from the pain I feel Till I cant handle it.
Cause instead of crying, I yell
I turn pain into anger, then I raise hell.
I can't control it, if you couldn't tell
So while I'm at it, burn the bridges, might as well.
And the only reason I stick around
Is because there's a piece of me holding on to hope
Hope that you'll someday finally see
That I don't deserve the way you've treated me
Maybe see that all this anger and rage
Has been building up from feeling so much pain
Everything that has happened keeps running through my brain
I just want to know why so I can break this chain
Cause instead of falling to pieces, I yell
I'm tired of all the lies, if you couldn't tell
It feels like everyone is under some spell
Cause when I was on the edge, you pushed, I fell
To be continued...
Silently,while soft rain drums on zinc in sorrowed streets,
My soul kneels where she once stood,my gal, my need,my nevermore.
crying droplets chant in syllables of her smile-sweet, small,
Silvered syllables sipping across haze and humiliation.
Her mother-a Mount Olympus of ten thousand frustrations-
mouths malice in midday markets,
sparking sparks of spite,her words whipping like wet rope.
Her uncle,a dog trainer with a dog chain in his hand,a dog's dark echo,
unchains his hate,barking at the boy he thinks too poor to dream.
I still see her ebony eyes in puddles, trembling,
telling tales of thunder,
''my township Romeo From Another Earth And Sky, ''they breathe,
be brave-Ill come back from another earth and sky
not this world of man''
But love is leashed to their lies
and the leash tears her heart before she can run.
Now I rap my requiem-
rhymes for rain,rhythm for regret,
Heartbeats hammered into-half remembered hope.
She died of a broken vow-not hers,
but the world of a world that kills its kindest loves.
Rain don't remember her name,
but I do-every drop spells my gal.
Soft syllables,same sorrow,same song,
for the gals the gods forgot to guard.
The heart of the sea is a mother's heart
She is the great ancestral mother of all life on the planet
Deep within the mysterious waters of her womb
she conceived and gave birth to the first life form
which evolved into more complex organisms
that live on the land and in the air
She is an essential part of the planet's ecosystem
feeding the clouds which bring rain and snow
that sustain life on the earth
Through tiny ocean plants and photosynthesis
she removes carbon dioxide from the air
and converts it to more than one half of the oxygen
in the earth's atmosphere
She is the great food provider to the planet
having her own internal food chain
with tiny phytoplankton at the lower end
and enormous sharks and whales at the upper end
She feeds creatures from the land and air
that venture to fish in her waters
She is a thing of beauty even in her enraged fury
with massive waves towering over a hundred feet
and the seething white foam of her waters
This has been her action
even before the advent of man on the planet
Man must respect her behaviour
or suffer death and destruction if he does not
She is a thing of beauty in her calm stillness under the setting sun
which lights up the evening sky in its glorious splendour
and paints a glistening beam of light on the water's surface
in line with the sun and surrounds it
with brilliant colours of the rainbow
I’ve been digging through the dust of forgotten gods,
Where halos rot and angels nod.
The holy light feels like façade —
Even heaven’s gates got broken locks.
The ground still trembles with the screams of time,
I taste the rust of a world in decline.
The truth ain’t gold — it’s dirt and grime,
Buried deep beneath mankind’s crime.
I’ve prayed to skies that never spoke,
Lit candles just to watch them choke.
Faith feels rigged, like an inside joke,
Where the sinner wins and the saint stays broke.
I drowned in mercy, I choked on grace,
Saw my reflection with a stranger’s face.
Each prayer I whisper leaves no trace —
Only echoes lost in empty space.
The soil’s alive — it breathes my fear,
It feeds on blood, it whispers near:
"You’ll find your truth, but not up here —
You’ll have to dig where death draws near."
I’ve seen prophets profit, truth for sale,
Turn paradise into private jail.
They preach of light but drink from hell,
Then sell your soul with a holy smell.
The stars above look burnt-out, blind,
God’s silence drives men out their mind.
If Heaven’s real, it’s cruel by design —
The divine’s reflection is mankind.
My thoughts are serpents, my dreams are graves,
The peace I crave’s the chain I gave.
Each word I write, a soul I save,
Each rhyme I spit, a sin engraved.
I wear my scars like sacred art,
Each one a prayer that fell apart.
The light’s a myth; the dark’s the heart —
God lives where the shadows start.
I’ve learned redemption costs your crown,
The higher you rise, the harder you drown.
Truth ain’t found — it hunts you down,
And buries you six feet underground.
My mind distills away.
Scraps from the underworld.
Of education, tradition and media ****.
I'm tired of caring.
Sick of hearing, if I could.
Control my ears closed.
Block them from ******** talk.
Chain my eyes off the road.
The road is blind,
It twirls in murky worm fences.
I can't trust it. I don't know it's source.
I need to run from it.
The deep valleys eroded.
Brick red flooring, it's Ibadan.
Wobbling houses like sinking boats.
Like the school, the earth is.
Mixed with fire and water.
Bisexual topics, racial terms.
It hurts people, Education does.
Other opinions.
T-rays reveal ancient scripts.
Kept secret from us.
To lull in the sinking boat.
Like torpid trees.
Staring and observing.
The mystics become religion.
Which in turn, morphology of tradition.
A culture brings unity.
Under the slavery of memories heard.
To bare the burden of language.
A barrier, a paranoid ant.
To consume doubt.
Embrace the stories, devour the myths.
A lonely bird was i in the world to witness fete
Seldom danced and seldom slept in the dark woods;
Went to all the floors and walked in all it's realms
Was i now in old roofs still keeping will in sane;
The angel my sole waitress ringed my door
Now in still urgency i dare to reveal myself;
The daring flowers in my huts of fame
Showered until it lost it's scents;
The weary trees drowned my fence
In all it's glamour did i ever frown;
What caused the birds to fly with time
Did i ever lost my path through the woods deepest;
In all songs of nature's change
To retreat from all of life's past chain,
With the woods showing the darkened path
Still i roam and still i take every days rest ,
On the stones with mild fresh dews
In the opera that i still dream to be;
The real life went and went in all concerts
That i a sole player did in all turns of life;
As every dawn and dusk stays quite some time
And every minute in nature's lap did i ever rest;