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The world is hushed, garbed with an outfit white,
The trees stand bare, with branches stark and cold,
The day`s orb, quite shy, offers little light,
A winter story silently unfolds.
The birds have flown to lands of warmer skies,
The squirrels are sleeping in their veiled nest,
The wild woeful wind warping up so high
Plants exhausted nature strongly to test.
The days are short, the nights long, dreary, deep,
A time to crack fires, one`s breath to withhold,
While snowy dreams through frozen eyes do creep
And winter`s gloom gradually unroll.
But underneath, a promise starts to bloom,
Awaiting spring to chase away the gloom.
Oh, flower in this crannied wall,
how did your roots prevail and sprawl
from seed that landed in a crack-
so shallow, small, in woods set back
from warm sun rays, to grow in shade
with vines about you- old and frayed?
Your blossom glows a vibrant red;
you stand out bright among the dread
of tangled sprays and dried-out brush.
Your velvet petals boldly blush
just like a ruby- precious stone-
shines on a tarnished ring, alone.
My Cinderella, come with me-
this fine glass jar- your slipper be;
a perfect fit, it shields your foot
of roots now clean of forest soot.
Soon, fertile soil you'll thrive upon-
a princess rose on my green lawn,
beside a prince who grew so tall-
and too was rescued, roots and all.
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February 5, 2023
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' FINAL Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Push me away, time and time again
Blow me off and cancel our dates
Ignore my message every now and then
Leave me unread while my broken heart waits
Pull me back in with a phone call
Crave my closeness in your lonely space
Open up a tiny crack in your wall
In the mood for a fantasy to chase
Push me away to avoid rejection
Resent me for leaving when you disappear
Shut down by that tender connection
Run from internal conflict of shame and fear
Pull me back in with a tiny show of effort
When you long for warm understanding
Holding my emotions hostage, causing only hurt
Seeking validation that your ego is demanding
Push me away from a love that heals
Build up your wall and call it peace
Shutdown and smothered by your heart that feels
No trust and now your control must increase
Pull me back in when you mourn my adoration
Care deeply but hide it when seen
True feelings that quicken you to elation
But now I’m tired of feeling unseen
I'm shaking—
It's the kind of cold that starts in my chest
and spills out of my eyes because I don't have anywhere else
to put it anymore.
Eight years. I gave you eight years of "it's okay," while my credit bled out in the dark
and the house I love turned into a graveyard of your things.
How could you?
That's the part that catches in my throat.
How could you take my home and turn it into a cage,
then tell me I'm the monster for wanting to breathe?
I look at the trash, the piles, the ruin...
and then I look at the photos of those kids
and my heart just...it just breaks. It's in pieces.
I'm so angry I could scream until the walls crack,
but I'm so sad I can barely whisper.
You're using them.
You're using their little faces to shield yourself from the truth—
that you broke the deal, not me.
You broke the trust, not me.
It's not fair.
It's just not fair that the price of my own sanity
is being told I'm dead to my own family.
I'm sitting here in the wreckage of what I tried to build for us,
sobbing for the kids I won't get to hold
because I dared to say "no more."
I am done screaming for help
Long time broken out of my shell
Only to face off with hell
I've got nothing more to sell
Nothing to lose
Nothing to prove
Man, it is so high up here
Fear of heights is the biggest one here
This mountain
might not be high enough
Looking down, I'm thinking of
Is this going to be
A long kiss goodnight
I'm already over the edge
In a free fall flight down
The jump was quick and swift
Crack! went my bones on impact
Hitting the ground with a thud!
Snap! was heard from my neck down
I was sure as dead
Did I succumbed of my wounds?
I thought
Closed my eyes for effect
I awoke in the ICU on a respirator
Then came the trip
An old fellow past me with a drip
He told me that now son
If you wanna do something
Do it right
Form:
I rode into town with the sun sinking low,
I thought "it's too quiet, somehow they know"
I wrote his name on the bullet, loaded it into the gun
He had taken my farm and shot my dear son.
I walked in the saloon, I said "find me Maclay!"
The bartender whispered, "Boy, best walk away."
But vengeance runs deeper than whiskey or wine,
And I’d come too far to back down this time.
(Chorus)
It’s The Good, the Bad and the Ugly out here,
You live by the gun and still you're in fear.
With a hand full of aces or a deck full of lead,
You’re either in the ranks of the quick or the dead.
A ghost from the past stood tall in the square,
His hand on his Colt, with a cold, steady glare.
"I sent you to hell, but you wouldn't stay,"
I grinned as I answered, "It's your turn to pay."
A flash, then a crack—smoke rose in the air,
And one man lay dying, the rules say it's fair.
No saints ride for sinners, angels won't wait,
Just an expedited road to Heaven’s Gate.
I should have been elated, but I just felt grim
Had I committed justice, or an unforgivable sin?
But the undertaker rested, the bells tolled their sound,
Another lost soul was six feet in the ground.
(Outro)
They'll forget us both when the years roll by
But I drew faster so postponed the day when I die
They respect the strong horse, in your time too
If you want justice, strength makes it true.
All my skulls do dope
All my skull break pipes
All my skull you know what
All my skulls for life
All my skulls drive fast
All my skulls positraction
All my skulls everlast
All my skulls satisfaction
All my skull kill the noise
All my skull explicit
All my skull keep it real
All my skull come to visit
All my skull Look
All my Skull ask
All My skull make it up
All my skull adapt
All my Skull so shy
All my skulls know why
All my skull Kill me
All my skulls know the real me
All my skulls
All my Skull Doggystyle
All my skulls Nut
All my skulls smile
All my skull ignite
All my skull rifle trigger
All my skulls Fight
All my skull bad behavior
There’s a storm
Inside my mind
It comes and goes
From time to time
No need to whine
The storm will pass
As quickly as it came
For nothing never ever lasts forever
Does It?
When we pway this game
Some will say I have It for brains
That’s because I’m full of It
Just too smart for my own britches
Inside I have this switch I flip
Made by Aliens or ancestral witches
And when I flip, I crack the whip
And share what I’ve been itchin’ ...
Life presents to each of us
A colorful array of decisions and choices to make
Some will be good, some bad
But all of them most likely will be sins ... sinful
Sinfully delicious like slurping an endless bowl of PoetrySoup
Tugging on each other's toes ... just letting go
Just letting me know whatcha know
While rain is falling outside my rainbow tilted eyes
Time flies ... buzzing me closer and closer to the light
Goodnight.
Dear Depressed, you’re the cuckoo who flew
From the cuckoo’s nest. Go get a clue!
You are too hot to trot
For a guy who has got
Not a semblance of interest in you.
He won’t call you back? Here’s the buzz:
He does NOT pick his phone up because
well, for one thing, you see,
you act more desperately
than a crack head who wants a fix does!
And that woman who answers his phone,
and she tells you to leave them alone -
It’s his sister, you say??
You are queen for the day.
Go sit on the idiot throne!
You’ve got kids from different guys.
Better think before spreading your thighs.
You feel nauseous and sick?
Well, I think that some dick
has got you again with his lies.
I would offer advice, but I can’t,
for all I can do now is rant!
Just be thankful you’ll get
A more sizeable check
from the welfare. . . . Love, Agony Aunt.
A response poem to the letter written to
Agony Aunt (see the contest pages)
Fury Breaks Its Silence
From South to North Pole, and beyond
Glaciers crack, not by time,
but by the toxins we’ve forced into the sky.
Each gas, each smoke trail,
a fingerprint on the Earth’s rising pulse.
The Amazon chokes on fire,
not lightning-born but sparked by greed,
Its breath turned to ash by axes and ambition,
It's silence now, a scream.
On Andaman’s edge, the sea remembers;
cyclones curl like clenched fists,
fed by oceans we have poisoned with heat,
Our wars echo in their howling winds.
Floods rise where forests once stood guard,
Rivers, once lifelines, now surge with rage,
swollen by the weight of forgotten care,
Their fury washing away more than the soil.
This is not nature’s wrath; it is its reply.
To bombs buried, chemicals sown,
to every treaty broken with the Earth.
From pole to pole, the message is clear:
When we tear at the roots,
The storm will answer.