Long Clinched Poems
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Nirvana protégé podcast/youtube
phenom quite mature
talented young lass promising future
media attention did capture
overnight starlet exhibits bravure
generates profuse nonstop
outstandingly positive conjecture
nine year old greeted in France bonjour
mademoiselle so innocent and pure
guaranteed future success
near anonymity one day
household name the next,
automatic fame secure,
whose beautiful swarthy
complexion compounds allure.
Courtesy technological tentacled
trappings everywhere
twenty first century raw
talent discovered anywhere
across world wide web
instant cash cow bajillionaire
clinched record deals guaranteed
linked immortal wealth crystal clear
financial woes never nightmare
flush electronic deposits buffer
sudden renown claim heir
reddit teary boosting
quantity kith and kin here
rilled predictable feigned
interest to care,
when yesterday no hoots given
toward young person's welfare.
Such simplification possibly doth err
grossly inaccurate, I aver,
rushed prediction unfair
nonetheless interesting how
forgotten friends and relatives spur
unexplainable long
atrophied well timed flair
to buttress crumbling complex edifice
long forgotten grudge doth disappear
tangentially madding crowd
metaphorical boatload relative
strangers ferried jostle appear
amazingly enough out thin air
human nature inexplicably fickle
another case in point here,
when yours truly did not roundly square,
among classmates nasty glare
but triangulated, threatened, teased...
convenient token (non smokin')
scapegoat bullies throve to scare
name calling, spitting, suckerpunching,
a curse this then skinny, puny, dorky...
boy never did dare
raise his non hazardous dukes fear
ring being clobbered, pureed, whipped...
perhaps thugs menacing scissoring my long hair
passively internalized deplorable angst.
Rushing through each day, as if I had not a care,
head long toward the sun screaming, "catch me if you dare."
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye.
While seeking answers to the question, why, why! Why?
Into the sun I run, my skin so hot and dry,
as the dusky penciled pastels of twilight smear.
Through tight clinched lids the sun glares, blind I'll be I fear,
always grasping for truth, but my head just can't clear
my thoughts on the tautly stretched canvas of my mind.
Race and run and fill my lungs, still I fall behind
playing catch with the sun, and all I seem to find,
I'm racing toward the horizon of tomorrow.
Please, one more chance, for a moment I can borrow,
but blithe sun denies me, leaving me in sorrow,
while in the distance the light slowly fades to dark.
Truth or naught, who can say, the end is cold and stark
the meaning is lost in life's fading rainbow arc,
enveloping me in my sadness and despair.
Dripping drabs of liquid sunshine burn my deft eye
as the dusky penciled pastels of twilight smear
my thoughts on the tautly stretched canvas of my mind.
I'm racing toward the horizon of tomorrow
while in the distance the light slowly fades to dark
enveloping me in my sadness and despair.
07/29/16
Give into me
cruelest fate, no sympathy
oath by blood, you swore in me
innocence is no more, ‘twas drowned by tainted sea
waves, they crash upon your feet
in truth they say thou shall be set free
one exception, only with death’s reception can you witness thee
and only by my hand
in word I told
they, my flock, shall die age old
protection I provide by this fist clinched tight
no wolf shall cross upon I,
who has been asked in spite,
to pull under those who doubt my might
in no day, and never in the night shall they, my flock, witness hindered flight
I seize the moment, end thy plight
this land will lay in peace
for I, it’s protector shall provide, until my living cease, exactly what you asked in me
Analysis read—and wronged—and pulled
Lulled into our idealistic mess
Words no longer ours but hung distress
Farced in carnality—they are ruled
Soundness remains what we will believe
And all else is but tethered nonsense
Clinched tightly in unfriendly absence
Overcome in overwrought relief
The judges judge on behalf of tongue
When ears and eyes close achingly tight
And perhaps in woe we find them right
For witches sought and bound must be hung!
Lower than the softened dirt that cures
Where worms in halves blindly come to eat
The higher crush with tormented feat
And the suns scorch what is left of hers
Answers never tried—and cured to hide
They look to superior sources
The rotten are the strongest forces
Ripened and toughened with bequeathed pride
-Iambic Tetrameter
Contest: Metrical verse
Sponsor: Giorgio Veneto
Laura Breidenthal
To Babylon, we came...
To watch the rise of Tower
The Tower of Cain
A fortress of dark n eternal pain
Stretching to the vaults of heaven
to quite the RAGE of Man
to challenge the reign of divinity
into humanities Wasteland of Ages
a paradise of industry and history
a sable hand in a gilded land
once called EDEN...!
Men Came With Machines of Desire,
Roses of Fire…
gauntlets of Steel
a mechanical tyranny did the same…
That clinched Thorns of Eternity!
The bloody reigns of infinity
Tears fall on dreary sand For years...
A return to Eden
Where MEN claim...
A Utopia of IRON and Dusty Screams
A future of means and profit!
Yearning for opulent DREAMS…
Built engines on the backs of the damned
A nation of lost revenants
On horizons golden Zion’s seams
Blood of war mixing with lambs cream.
A Fortress of Praise in a Corrupt age
Babylons full of wrath, as towers blaze!
We find our hearts & minds a daze
And only in our God's holy Rage...
Can cleanse
&
Turn the Page!
they said it was justice,
like a clean knife through the heart,
but I’ve seen laws drunker than sailors
and meaner than a kicked dog.
they wrote it down neat,
black ink on white paper,
as if death could ever be civilized,
as if morality had a gavel.
they called it premeditated—
like love, like birth, like failure,
as if we plan our ruin
while the sun still shines.
a man kills a dream,
a woman has a baby,
and they suffocate them for it.
mother and dad brings a baby into this life
knowing the world will eat it alive—
and nobody calls that murder.
florida just found a new god,
and he likes his laws clean,
his gallows polished,
his prayers whispered through clinched eyes teeth.
somewhere, a baby cries then dies
somewhere, justice is laughing at he grins.
He was angry when they came
And said he wouldn’t go.
“You can’t make me leave this house!”
“I’ll fight you all, you know!”
He spread his arms like giant wings
As if they were set to soar,
And grabbed the facing either side,
To hold himself in the door.
Mom clinched tired eyes and dabbed her tears.
She tried to say a prayer.
She knew that once her mate was gone,
Only she’d be there.
When we broke his iron-like grip
He took a final look
At what a man could call his own.
And remembered the work it took.
Friends stopped by to visit him.
Buster, his Best Man was one.
He smiled as they recollected
The days when they were young.
Robert and I, at Dad’s request,
Sung the chorus of “For the Good Times”.
Ray Price was his favorite—
And he smiled, a final time.
This is the first in a trilogy of poems that comprise the first 2 years of big bens career as the Pittsburgh Steelers quarterback so sit back and enjoy.
I was at my favorite sports bar
Rooting on my favorite team
They were playing hard
Up on the big widescreen
The quarterback is the new guy
Still wet behind the ears
But each veteran he's played
He's sent away in tears
Our running backs are awesome
The best in the whole darn league
But when duce can't get it done
The bus drives through the other team
Our wide receivers Plax and ward
Know how to help us win
Now when they catch the ball
I crack a cheerful grin
Our defense is an iron wall
These guys are made of steel
When they finish with the other team
They think they'll lose their meal
We've won our whole division
We've also clinched the bye
To the Superbowl they're bound
It's there we'll do ore die
We'd better win that game
Or it'll have been a steel
The only way we'll lose
Is if we're deal a royal deal
Then I'd be heart broken
Without a bit of cheer
But I wouldn't let it show
I'd say we'll win next year
I know that won't happen
I can feel it in my bones
It's the other team you'll hear
Give out those fearless groans
So the next time you're a rooting
For your favorite team
Unless it's the Pittsburgh Steelers
It doesn't mean a thing
Once i was tricked into believing that true love existed......
Ten thousands of ten thousands
Not one was worth one of her Palaces
My heart the world calloused
But she healed it and she balanced it
Before i was evil, before i was a catalyst
I was already destroying myself and winning the battle
But now that Love has shined on the subject
I think I felt it, I think I touched it
Love brushed me, Love touched me
She put her hand on my head and said "Stand and you are dead"
And the next thing you know there went a bullet full of wind
And where my heart would of been it pierced the sound barrier
Then She took me by the hand and led me down a long corridor
It was lined with happiness on one side and blessings on the other
She said "Look I put all this in front of you"
"And even though you denied me"
"You believed once and that is so unlike you"
" Yes, Timothy I know you by name"
"But how long till you give me your hearts pain"
And then i thought that is Love
And I yielded my clinched fist
And in my palm
She put the keys to a palace and the storm is calmed
Often times I can't remember
What I mastered long ago
Relentless as a timber
Wiped out by wind's blow
I try so hard to recollect
My most favorite, finest skill
To fulfill what they expect
My brain, a hollow wheel
Diverting attention becomes my mission
Ignoring my trembling hands
Relax and breathe, though full of tension
Answering the task's demands
Excuses, excuses, I carry a list
Insurance for any storm
Tightly clinched, angry fists
The room becoming warm
Never heard "reach for the stars"
Only, "stick to what you know"
Always ranking just below par
I learn a little slow