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Inner cities churn like a dark raging sea
Where fear stalks the rusty broken unchained door
where people wear masks of hunger plastered to skulls
they walk the cold cracked sidewalks of bewildering darkness
and never languish around the corners of shadowed evil
where heat from the streets rise like squirming dragons
as cars packed like rats pass men selling drugs
to the forgotten, some who sleep in wet cardboard boxes
surrounded by shattered glass and tossed empty cans
that lay scattered in the alley's where death moans
despair comes to steal
even the hopelessness held
leaving nothing to be found
in their empty hand
as it becomes a clenched fist
to a world, that doesn't care
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City life, for kids, before the onslaught of helicopter parents and mandatory parental involvement in every aspect of growing up. We played baseball, no umpires, the bases pieces of cardboard, scratched in dirt, or chalked on the pavement. Four neighborhoods abutted each other. We, the children of the game, formed teams, formed an impromptu “league”. On one of these occasions when a game was “scheduled” team A came up short of the mandatory nine. Team B would allow one of its players to play for team A. The proof that this did not hurt team A’s chances of winning became evident the day Billie, (we’ll call her Billy to protect the legend), came to bat in the last inning and singled home the winning run for team A.
After the game Billie walked home with the rest of our team. She looked a bit sheepish and we did sort of give her the business. We all knew it didn’t matter which team you played for because the game demanded you play your best and hold your head high in both victory and defeat.
Oh God,
The entanglements and complexities
Of our worldly earth
Are overwhelming.
Sometimes its beauty and goodness
Are strangled and hampered
By the webs of civilization.
But most of the time
Your splendor survives
And shines through strongly
Despite the barriers,
For those who want to see and feel
And appreciate.
Grant that we,
Caught in the traps of materialism,
May realize
That we too are rooted
On the earth,
Which was created by your love;
So that we may have the strength
To persevere, and grow and flourish
Despite the entrapments and burdens
Of our times,
To be able to share in and reflect
The beauty and peace in the world,
And the goodness and love
Of You.
November 24, 2015
Premiere Contest: Inspirational Christian Poetry
Sponsor: Regina McIntosch
As dusk bleeds
dimmed threads,
that veil the sun
within my mind,
I listen to the whispers
of the midnight wind,
slowly carrying the chaos
of city life,
reminding me that
in togetherness,
I can rise and fight
the darkness,
like the Fantastic Four in
the celestial chronicles of
magnificent Marvel.
For their strength in unity
did cast away every obstacle
wrapped in fictional lies.
I wish I could
be Susan Storm,
in times of strife,
to mesmerise
and manipulate
the rosiest of flames,
where Johnny Storm shines
and cosmically conquers
adversaries with eloquence.
Sometimes I long
to be flexible
like Reed Richards,
stretching beyond
oblivion and reaching
spheres untouchable.
Tonight, I wish I were
Ben Grimm, facing
every storm, being
virtually indestructible
and heroical.
Yet, to be a family of four,
so fearless and strong,
is but an eternal dream
within my glass heart.
So tomorrow,
I shall rise
and flip pages,
where all worries of
this world will
be forgotten.
My soul and spirit
connected poetically
to the fantastic four.
I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the opal sheen of a chatoyant sea, in tranquil peace.
Arriving in my loudest vacation garb, I felt at ease
in my role of cynosure, strutting like a movie star.
All to soon I was whisked off...to the glamour and opulence
that awaited me at my ineffable, unbelievably posh hotel/palace.
There I was royally greeted, by a true ingénue beauty
the epitome of grace, she exuded a gentle demure and friendly manner.
She was like a gazelle...swift and yet lissome
with an indelible smile that seemed sempiternal, and omnipresent.
And in the sweetest, mellifluous song like voice
she softly whispered...“welcome to paradise.”
The red sunset
sends its ubiquitous rays
to cover everything
within its encircling embrace.
The silhouette of lovers
on a park bench
appears to burn with love,
setting passion's scene aglow.
Towering skyscraper windows
reflect the sunset's crimson stare
like a thousand glaring eyes
red from sleepless nights.
A fountain's slow trickle
oozes from glowing garnet angels
like blood from broken hearts,
bleeding away the sense in life.
Passers-by appear angry,
the sun inviting their innermost thoughts
to sear through bone, flesh, and skin
and silently shout their fears.
The world on fire, set ablaze
by heaven's fury, burns with the intensity
of love's pure passion, man's volcanic thoughts
and life's consuming relentlessness.
And the day-star of time,
the poet of placid skies and lucid scenes,
steps behind the world and leaves it
to put yet another day into perspective.
THAT WAS THEN,
BUT THIS IS NOW
I spoke of leaves and trees
And wrote about squirrels and cats.
I observed and rescued yard bugs
From hungry black widow spiders.
I was touched by homeless people,
And moved to action by a hungry lady
BUT THAT WAS THEN,
AND THIS IS NOW
Now, 2000 miles removed from western city life,
to a rural southern setting; I am smothered
with open spaces in a simple and quiet place.
I am now highly alert of spiders, snakes, and wasps;
But yet I feel the heartbeat of friends now so far away.
The here and now is very different from the there and then;
But as I relax and muse, I remember:
THAT WAS THEN,
BUT THIS IS NOW
In a corner I kneel
Naked as birth
Worthless I feel
To others I appear worth
I worked in a bar
A customer I've just met
He's promised this and that
My future I think set
A new life he'd find
Better prospects I'd face
To this customer I've just met
I reach out to embrace
We meet in the morning
At a disclosed quiet place
My journey for a new life
With a smile on my face
Into my unknown
Down dirt roads and farm tracks
After travelling for hours
I start to relax
At a farmhouse we stop
Outside parked are fancy cars
In the middle of nowhere
My mind thinks so bizarre
Entering we go
This cold and eerie place
Strangers they all are
To a wall I'm told to face
Orders are given
To please turn around
Strip naked to bare
Quiet, not a sound
A door opens
In walk smartly dressed men
They appear haggling, bartering
Again and again
To me they approach
Pointing, stern faced
Naked to these men
In this now nowhere place
I am led away
Injection I am given
Into involuntary slumber
In deranged driven
I awaken hours later
To the sound of city life
In a seedy room somewhere
My heart races rife
Weeks and months pass
Many men to forget
Soiled and degraded
Instructed, by the man in the bar I'd met
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To have my cake and eat it too
The best of both with no adieu
Pint sized comforts, nestled in
Where personal space is growing thin
Amongst the city that never sleeps
Behind four walls, no one peeps
A Consistently unconventional land
Safety first, but nothing bland
Taking only what we need
Skim illustrations, don't read
Why not, have it all
Forget the rules. Play ball
A boldly tasteful discoloration
Sweet apple pie, tobasco blend
A tabletop dance
Following tea
Steamy romance
Without the ring
All of the shimmer
Nothing mundane
A life giver
Pleasure, no pain
I have witnessed a beautiful sunrise
Sat in awe of an exquisite set
Tasted wine from the greatest vineyards
A few moments I won't forget
Crystal clear blue oceans
Caressed my gingerbread skin
Shimmery coconut lotions
Aroma, enhanced by gentle winds
Enjoyed the hustle of city life
A pretty penny in my pocket
Felt love and security of being a wife
But you can bet that I can top it
Like two parallel pink lines
The birth of a doting mother
The love of two, intertwined
Creating yet another
The sensation of our creation
Jostling about inside my belly
A speck from penetration
A touch of you and piece of me
Laying on a twin size bed
Needles and nurses, in and out
The doctor sees a head
Perfection without a doubt
Trembling arms cradle you
Eyes wide open, you study me
There is nothing more I want to do
No place I'd rather be