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it's October
the air around her is cool
like her thoughts these days
she looks at the branches, twisted
much like her mind
they are reaching upward
but she is grounded
forever in time
she heard the clatter of branches
smacking against walls
and the crash of metal
screeching brakes
screams of pain
and then nothing
but silence falls
she runs to the window
sees the audience
stare at her
then through her
riches to rags
gold to nothing
her fame is gone
the trees below are turning
from gold to red
the leaves tossed about
in a slight wind
they spin
so graceful as in dance
a slow spiral down
and she longs to join in
she reaches towards them
tastes the cool air
as she falls down
grounded with the leaves
the pavement turns red
as silence falls
in October's air
The suicide of Dorothy Hale
October 21, 1938
(painting by Frida Kahlo)
I have written some real bad poems in my day,
so many questionable words- I must say;
but although poor, inferior, I love my janky,
in dusty odd piles and boxes they lay.
To read them you will need a big hanky,
when they lose in contests, it makes me cranky;
and always my pride for a moment- trash,
I weep sadness while sipping sweet brandy.
And my poetic Muse is in a spinning crash,
and my bleeding pen I want to smash;
I read my pretty janky, oh they are right,
then Muse has an idea- I get a poetic flash.
I gather those weird words and do a new write,
oh my new janky will be quite a sight;
s l o w l y my pride is rising and I am happy,
into the night my pen is ready to fight.
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August 30, 2016
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Bad Poems
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-368-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Imperfect indifferent ineffective Ivan Inglebritzen
Was wistfully, wildly, wantonly weird at work.
Not indispensable, but rather despicable, desperate and diabolical.
Cautious co-workers candidly discussed dozens of Ivan’s idiotic decisions.
Determined to alert Alvin, our alluring but not attentive boss.
Bernie, Beaver and Betty bellowed about his shoddy shortcomings.
Providing proof of Ivan’s problematic predictably imperfect performances.
astute assessments failed on prideful, persnickety, president Alvin.
asinine attempts at preventing Ivan from essential employment a bust.
These three did not know that Ivan was Alvin's caustic cousin.
Alvin kept him, not wanting him to crash on his cushy comfortable couch.
Firefox, Firefox
Why don’t you behave
You’re my latest browser
And I’d like you to stay
But some of these add ons
Just concave
They make you crash
And misbehave
But I must admit
You’re the best so far
I’ve tried a few
And you’re a star
You don’t like Java
I think, I can tell
It’s red in my plug ins
Why do you rebel
So before I ditch you
I’ll give you a chance
If you crash again
It will be your last
Firefox, Firefox
Let’s get on together
You do the browsing
And I’ll check the weather
© Copyright KC.Leake
1st April 2015
All Rights Reserved
suddenly in a gap between talking, he was taken over
by a new page, turned mid flow, as he clutched his chest,
creases betraying a defeated face as a thousand thoughts
bottle-necked the wasp-waste of an end, the hourglass
about to crash to the floor, his hourglass, his time, his eyes
and through the mist and haze, he had never felt so alone,
clamminess whitewashed his pain as the seat shuddered
beneath him, his eyes overwhelmed with fear, dewing
wetter with each fading beat, my heart thy final judge,
only tomorrow would know whether he was going
to start his life sentence for murder as the courtroom
looked on before an ushered and craned departure
I was married a year in June of 1952,
when my husband, Doug, was drafted
into the Korean “not-a-war” that,
of course, really was a war in disguise.
After basic training Doug was sent to
Fort Knox in Louisville, Kentucky, for tank
training (for which he had NO aptitude)
that was supposed to be three months.
I was 23 but had never learned to drive, so
I took a crash course and got my license in July
because I had to drive to work. By then I
had decided to go be with Doug as long as I could.
I had bought a 1940 Pontiac ($200) with
98,000 miles on it, in which I planned to drive from
New Haven to Troy, NY, to pick up a stranger.
(Did I say everyone thought I was demented?)
I was scared to death but couldn’t have admitted it.
Off I went to Louisville with my 3-month-old license
and someone I didn’t know, who didn’t drive.
packed like the Oakies in The Grapes of Wrath
Three days – no Thruway then, only Rte. 20.
Labor Day weekend traffic – HOT – no air-
conditioning. Cold grape juice signs all AM, dry cornfields
all afternoon. Through Buffalo, NY, Friday at rush hour.
At last, blessed bed and breakfast in Erie, PA.
SOO tired, hands I thought were permanently
cramped from gripping the steering wheel.
Another grueling day and a half to go.
Cheered ourselves that we would have
a comfortable room and hot showers on the base.
No dice. A converted barracks, creaky cots,
We were so tired we just laughed hysterically.
For two months I drove to work at a bank and
Back and forth the Dixie “Die-way” to Fort Knox.
Rented a room, and, when he got his orders, sold the
car for $100 and bought a plane ticket home!
Birds seen flying together in large flocks tonight
Words of warning sounds emit as coos and cackles
Herds of cows start running toward the barn door light
Blurred together as a murder of black crows and grackles
Snow starts fiercely falling down from the clear night sky
Glow of red lights seen flashing onto the snow-white ground
Below the farm animals hide as songbirds scatter and fly
Hello, I hear as an alien creature appears outside and turns around
I see all this happening as I peer out through my window blind
Why is this alien creature here, it’s all surreal, like a bad nightmare?
Try to think clearly for my safety, as I may be in a dangerous bind
Spy carefully to see where the alien creature is, if it’s still out there
Unkind wind starts to pick up as the snow becomes a squall
Find my gun empty of bullets and my cell phone’s now dead
Mind racing with panic, is this real, or am I imagining this all?
Behind me I hear knocking on the door as I feel terror and dread
Crashing down quickly onto my kitchen floor as I try to hide
Flashing red lights go by brightly as they light up my room
Smashing my knee as I stumble when I hear a loud a crash outside
Dashing to the window now after hearing sirens and a loud boom
Then the police were at my door, asking me to come out
Men yelling in police and firemen uniforms putting out a fire
When I went out, they asked me what caused the burnt dugout
Again, fear gripped me, denying knowing as I began to perspire
Concealing seeing the alien from them I decided was best
Feeling exhausted later that night I decide go to bed
Reeling with anxiety and fear it was difficult to get rest
Screaming, when I saw the alien creature above my head!
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...Where smart people once had more kids,
now they barely have them at all,
many who have kids don’t plan it,
which often leads them to a fall.
The smart are bored and distracted,
the instinctive breeding like flies,
the science that the smart folks built
ensures the mutants do not die.
This process just keeps going on
until those who sustain nations
can no longer shoulder the load,
can’t uphold civilization.
Then it all comes falling down,
the crash into a new dark age,
and worst of all I’m not sure if
there is even another way.
We can’t just leave the weak to die
and still call ourselves moral souls,
it’s just not in human nature
to leave them all out in the cold.
Some believed education could
help to inform their points of view,
but time has shown we’re powerless
to raise a person’s base IQ.
Some say that the computers will
bring us to singularity,
well that might be great for machines,
but that is not humanity.
The one thought that scares me the most,
in this age obsessed with ‘progress,’
is that evolution knows that
too much advancement leads to death,
that the shortcomings of success,
the apathy of decadence
is a threat to our survival,
we can’t have too much advancement,
that the cycle is a strategy
to ensure we don’t dissipate,
that we need collapse and chaos,
and all mankind is bound to this fate.
God, I hope not…
Deep truths, intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree,
flow through me, through you,
The mirror of the universe shatters into a thousand shards,
each reflecting a fragment of essence,
And the opposite hides within itself the dark light of knowledge;
in the endless night,
darkness becomes clear,
and light loses its contours,
An endless journey through the corridors of the mind,
where each thought is a labyrinth,
and each labyrinth a universe,
Deep truths, like falling stars,
crash into the ocean of my consciousness,
With them come the shadows,
accompanied by old songs of forgotten sirens,
Their voice is the echo of silence,
and their silence is a cry of longing,
An endless paradox,
in which love is hate and hate is love,
I lose myself in these murky waters,
where fish swim backwards,
and waves dance to the rhythm of a forgotten time,
A time where each second is an eternity,
and each eternity a moment of awakening,
Deep truths,
like autumn leaves falling,
carried by the wind of melancholy,
They settle on the cold earth,
where the seeds of our dreams lie dormant,
In an endless rest,
until the eternal spring awakens them,
A rebirth from its own ashes,
like the Phoenix rising from the flames of oblivion,
Deep truths,
in which even the opposite contains a profound truth,
A dance of duality,
a waltz of the world we live in,
A world where we are prisoners and free,
at the same time,
in an eternal search for meaning,
Deep truths, like a never-ending story,
written on the parchment of the heart,
with the ink of our soul,
In a book that we will read,
every time we close our eyes,
and dream...
I've been here before and I've never liked it
At the time it seemed to all crash down
I learned to look back and smile on those times
Where all I could ever do was frown
I've faced it all time and time again
Why can't I learn to avoid this fate?
My inner self screams to me now
"You fool, run now before it is too late."
And every time I let my heart take control
I die a little more
Every time I let my heart take control
Yes, I die a little more
And this twisted feeling
It takes me by my soul
And then this twisted feeling
It takes control
So tell me why we choose to return to addictions
When our last few hits nearly claimed our lives
Our hearts take the lead when we don't want it
No matter how hard our brains tried
Cross my heart, hope not to die
A path of ruin left in its wake
My inner self whispers to me now
"What else, what else can this poor wretch take?"
And every time I let my heart take control
I die a little more
Every time it takes control
Yes, I die a little more
And this empty feeling
Consumes my soul
And this empty feeling
Drives me deep in a hole
And I wait for light to shine
Stepping far out of line
And then this painful feeling
Takes me away