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Two fifteen-year-olds stood in a dark hotel parking lot.
Laughing teenagers passed with their dates, to their cars.
The pair stood, awaiting her parents -
she, in a shiny, pink, satin dress, a corsage,
and a gold chain tracing a meandering path on her smooth neck,
he, in a crazy tuxedo,
and a strange garment - a cummerbund.
Earlier, clumsily, unnerved, and threatened by a huge concentration
of alien creatures, that is, fellow teenagers,
he had tried to navigate a new kind of obstacle course,
at one point, emulating something called a dance.
Her curves gracefully undulated,
stretching the fabric of her dress.
He hadn't talked much that night.
Now, in the dark, away from the crowd,
he spoke,
placing his hands around her waist,
and feeling, through slippery fabric,
something entirely new,
wonderful and real.
Christ and the Soldier by Siegfried Sassoon (1916)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7OEnXw7P60
The straggled soldier halted and clumsily went down "O blessed crucifix, I'm beat !"
Christ still sentried by a seraphim between two splintered trees did speak
"My son, behold these hands and feet."The soldier eyed him upwardas he muttered, "Wounds like these, Would shift a bloke to Blighty just a treat !"
Christ, gazing downward grieving and ungrim, Whispered,
"I made for you the mysteries, beyond all battles moves the Paraclete."
The soldier chucked his rifle in the dust, slipped his pack, wiped his neck, then said -- "O Christ Almighty, stop this bleeding fight !"Above that hill the sky was stained like rust With smoke. In sullen daybreak flaring red, the guns were thundering and the soldier cried,
"I was born full of lust,hungry and thirsty, with a wishfulness to wed. Who cares today if I done wrong or right?" Christ asked , "Can you not trust my word? Am I not resurrection, life and light ?"
Machine-guns rattled from below, high bullets flicked and whistled through the leaves; smoke came drifting from exploding shells.
Christ said "Believe and I can cleanse your ill. I have not died in vain between two thieves; Nor made a fruitless gift of miracles."
"A bird lit onto Christ. a breeze came to pass and shook the ripening corn
A Red Cross waggon bumped along the track "Lord Jesus, ain't you got no more to say ?" He bowed his head with a crown full of thorns, as the soldier shifted, then stumbled on his way.
"O God," he groaned,"why was I ever born ?". The battle boomed, and no reply came back.
Posted by kipper at 14:22
It’s Saturday morning. I’m at the acorn, my favorite coffee shop, on my iPad and deep in concentration. I’m time traveling back, to things seen and said, trying to create a story poem about recent happenings - or failing that - something quick and arbitrary.
I hear an “Ahem” and look up. A skinny, twenty-something man, with tousled black hair, clumsily dressed in drab browns and tans, was standing before me - a satchel over one shoulder and a coffee in hand. “May I join you?” He asked.
I looked around, there was only one other empty seat available, far at the back. “Sure,” I said, then, noticing my book bag filled the empty chair. I said “Sorry,” and moved it to the floor. He took a seat.
He introduces himself, “Peter, “ he says.
“Anais,” I say, going back to my writing.
After a second he says, “What are you writing?”
“Poetry,” I answered, not looking up.
“So, something imaginary,” he said, it sounded condescending and irritating.
“Are you a student?” I asked, looking up to watch him settling in.
“Particle physics,” he says, cutting directly to the chase.
“Things too small to see,” I said. “Imaginary things,” I add a moment later, in revenge.
His mouth quirked, the suggestion of a smile dancing at the corners of his lips. He finished his coffee after a while and left. I saw him on campus a time or two after that - we would nod.
Then one thundering gray Saturday morning he was back. “Ahem,” he said. Then a moment later, before I could even look up, “ May I join you?” I looked up, and then around - there were plenty of seats. ”We can be imaginary friends,” he says. I smiled and nodded ok.
Alas, My God has sentence the serpent to hell;
There in which there’ll be no ringing of church bells;
I witness the dawn of an upset;
You ole demon why you beget;
Thunder roars angels at holy wars;
Civilized beings dying souls;
Someone wants to be like GOD, someone wants to be over GOD;
One can’t be greater that the creator;
Get back you demon you gonna get yours;
Devil’s inhibition man’s feelings of dolorous sorrows and distress;
Mighty Lucifer has fallen, kick down to earth by Archangel Michael;
Man worship the creator, not the moons cycle;
Sinner’s demons and men lecherous lustful bombast;
Lucifer outcast, put out down at last;
Lucifer Satan placed in hell to smolder-burn slowly with smoke and flame;
No salvation for him in Jesus name, unrepentive sinners think it’s a joke, hell fire rain;
Providence calls God will and still reigns,
All the angels seem to sing;
Mankind needs to repent on and all with Godly sorrow;
With the protective care of God All POWER, of nature as a spiritual power;
I’m dolorous feeling great sorrow and distress;
I flounder and struggle as I stagger helplessly, clumsily in my sins I’ve enlist;
Inhibition self-conscious and I’m unable to act in a relaxed state I FEAR;
A neophyte this Christianity is news and new to me this belief is it real;
Get thee, behind me Satan lite in Hell Hallelujah, Hallelujah I’m a child of the King;
5/24/19
For Eight word free verse Challenge Poetry Contest
Free verse poetry form only..
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
At dusk, a brilliant western panorama
displayed off our seventh floor balcony.
Fluorescent colors, clouds of fuchsia, amber,
yummy yellow golden glazes across the sky.
So spectacularly spanning sentient space
a show of shows of unearthly grace.
Looming large clouds block the final moments
of light, tumultuous turmoils of my
little life reappear to slant the final view.
In contrast to my current mind of hope lost
for the future, the world closes in as I fell
into the despairing darkness of sleep that night
to awake in my dream to a gala porch party
on our balcony, attending was everyone,
my benefactors - Mark Twain, Martin Luther King,
Albert Einstein, Leonard Cohen, Rudyard Kipling,
Robert Frost, Maya Angelou and Dorothy Parker.
The "usuals" who would, could draw me close
but I'd have none of it, my mood morose.
Sullen, I waded disconsolate through the crowd
to the rail, reached in the basket I'd kept
for the long hemp escape rope, supple as a snake,
knotted it, put the loop around my neck
heart pounding, they gasped, chatter turned to fear.
Then a white dove flew under our canopy
and sat on Kipling's shoulder peacefully posing.
Clumsily confused, I climbed atop the railing
turned to look at the party - troubled, bereft,
speechless, said nothing, then jumped.
Oh the rushed flying feeling enthralling!
Soaring in the wind, all the while falling -
instantly, I was sorry it would all stop.
The dove descending on me caught my gaze
an iconic spiritual symbol that allured.
Through the dove's eyes I saw the party leaning,
a taut rope, a body swinging below.
Startled from dour slumber, back in my bed;
no breath, panting, panicked, tears trickling,
my wife up to hug me, save me from myself.
Shaken, I knew just exactly what to do
quickly to the balcony, opened the rope basket
to find all in place, then I noticed my hands,
palms bleeding, rope burned and raw,
pinned to my nightshirt was a piece of paper,
on it was this poem that I'd never written.
Bleary beyond belief, a surge force welled up,
a dove flies into the dawn sky bursting new light -
the otherness released finally from within.
I felt new found freedom from dream depths -
reborn, awake with renewed hope,
that memorable morning on the seventh floor.
Clumsily checked for the switchboard to put on the light
whence I suddenly caught a ghost at mirror sight;
Promptly like a lizard I hugged the wall really tight
which modestly stood startled toward my right;
Fretting and sweating I counselled my might
for the sake of convincing the spirit dressed in white;
And somehow tactfully managed to flee away from any horrific bite.
Ouch, somewhere deep within my insight
embers slowly kept leaping forward to ignite;
Now while sitting down to write the experience met tonight~
I realized abruptly that it's all nothing but self- existent light! (conscience)
7 June 2023
Submitted to: Self-existent light Poetry Contest
Sponsored by unseeking seeker.
I saw vultures circling above like
seasoned acrobates looking around
to see the message the dessert had sent.
Their black outstretch wings seeking the
heat of the day to soar using the updraft
to avoid spending their limited strength.
Looking down with marble looking eyes they
followed the familiar stench sent to them
by hot steamy winds.
Other creatures had found the dinner
the sands had prepared. Dragon-like
blue beetles, red ants and coyotes
devoured the strange looking carcass while
the one-eyed blinding sun looked on.
The giant saguaros with numerous spiny
arms stood like the Statue of Liberty trying
not to see what laid in the bleached sand.
Orange and black Gila monsters slithered
underneath their trunks.
Hairy red and black tarantulas were now
making their homes inside the tennis shoes
beside the remains.
Hungry flies were swarming around the
blacken oily creature. They were the
first to discover the carcass and had
laid hundreds of seed-looking eggs
which had grown to maturity.
Their white greasy wiggling bodies fed on
death. The desert had claimed another
item to feed the many creatures of
the wasteland.
The vultures circled closer and clumsily
landed beside the blacken mass and all
the other guests departed.
The yellow scorching sun looked on
as Border Patrol vehicles roamed the
desert to prevent unwanted guests
from seeking a better life.
Wish I knew you when I was young
Wish I knew you when I was young
When journey of my desires had just begun
As lyrics of my romantic life were being written
And the song of my rhythm remained unsung.
As I encountered my dream of unknown theme
No one ever resembled your state of elegance,
Not knowing the pathway to worthy eloquence
I embarked on a course of least resistance.
Why do I feel so attracted to your presence
Mesmerized by your utmost shiny luminance
As you stand there gazing my lone appearance
Unaware that I'm already married to a gentleman.
Yet, I stay engaged in the game of hide and seek
Following your vibes to take a stolen peek
As you pause to shake hands with a firm grip
When I clumsily inform you my feelings run deep.
I decided to meet you knowing nothing about you
For urge tugged fervor unlike anything I knew
Getting lost in fables that seldom come true
Seeking refuge in secret wishes patently new.
And I felt playful as we stopped by for ice cream
Travelling back to days when life was carefree
Telling you coyly about my husband and children
Crossing norms of naivety with a reckless abandon.
You said goodbye as anguish flared your wistful eyes
Retreating hastily upon hearing my hesitant sigh
And I let go of your grip on my wanting sheen
Fascinating in solitude how things might have been.
November 22, 2017
Wish I knew you when I was young
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
First Place
I Am cautiously optimistic
I Wonder what I will do for the rest of my life
I Hear violins when I dance barefoot under the moon
I See Jonathan Livingston circling rainbows in the sky
I Want to be brilliant in a big comfy chair by the fire
I Am cautiously optimistic
I Pretend I’m an expert gardener as I clumsily till the earth
I Feel the cool breeze as it rustles through the pines
I Hold the sun in my hand and shed light on the darkness of the world
I Worry that my family will not know the depth of my appreciation
I Cry out loud
I Am cautiously optimistic
I Understand my integrity is measured by my actions
I Say don’t believe everything you think
I Dream that all my dreams will manifest in time
I Try to master the simplest things before I tackle the hardest
I Hope to make a difference in MY life today
I Am cautiously optimistic
Suddenly she felt idyllic amid tug of passion
Like answering the call of a blissful elation
As if her jubilant journey had just begun
Upon arrival of ebullient morning sun,
It wasn’t the dawning of distant horizon
Reflecting golden vistas splendidly lightened,
Not even the bashful blush of parting moon
Promising quite demurely to visit her soon,
It must have been his arrival that caused
Awkward turbulence of heart as she paused
When he stole her eyes with a captive smile
Arousing festive thoughts hidden for a while,
Having forgotten to adorn her prudent style
As he moved swiftly claiming life's worthwhile
She clumsily displayed with fervent desire
Welcoming visions that genuinely inspire,
Reveling burst of ardor she was aflame
When sound of his heart echoed her name,
And though she heard the cry of his tepid sigh
She embraced him intently without asking why.
March 14, 2018
Placed first in Late January 2019 contest by Brian Strand