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The bowl of tempting soup
with lyrical noodles wriggling,
somebody touches with magical wand,
turning it into an alluring pond
with slithering reeds invisible.
Acting on the edict of urge called muse,
swimming contests are sponsored regularly.
Many keen participants’ sailing aspirations
plunge in the uncharted waters of the pond,
and glide in rhythm to win in the contest.
I’ve just learnt how to swim in deep waters,
but the call of challenge inspires me to take part.
As the ace swimmers win the tough races,
I manage to keep afloat tangled in unseen reeds,
that’s when I’ve the craziest time in the pond.
August 9, 2020
Word count : 104
Contest : Craziest Time At The Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Crazy but immune-
two ships pull into the dew,
sea houses bloom,
whistle blowers loom,
the California coast at noon-
the lake is inland with you,
...to run up a muck
take the mood,
teeter totter-
walk on blotter,
teeter totter-
be gone in a slaughter,
in time we learn about powers-
giving soup to the sick,
playing cartoons-
remembering rather than playing picks-
remembering the eclipse,
that look on the lips,
focusing on focusing in,
because on TV they will never miss-
and fine print is never too crisp,
the soup gets cold when you don't appreciate a kiss,
and danger is never in remiss,
so don't drift-
just find the fist.
...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town,
not a Sodom on the Pacific,
as minds returned, realization came
and the people found it quite horrific.
They didn’t know who had drugged the beer,
bo one had seen that woman of man,
but something like this needed a fall guy,
so they blamed the whole mess on the band!
And just as the city was venturing out
the angry, naked mob charged back on in!
People scattered, all looking for cover,
we looked on the whole scene with chagrin.
When they approached the ravaged dance hall
we knew that we didn’t have much time,
ran out to the vans so very quickly
that we left all the instruments behind!
The angry nudists burned down the dance hall,
but luckily we were miles away,
and from what I have heard this whole event
is steadfastly denied to this day.
Even videos on the internet
are just passed off a nothing but fakes,
mass denial seems their best option
for dealing with this colossal mistake.
I left that band, set off to find more work,
since I can’t go back to Des Moines again,
which is how I came upon a midget
who played matador to fighting chickens…
Hello ! It's me they say time is supposed to heal You but I am not seeing Much of healing .
I was wondering after living all these year's
Without you
Maybe you
Would like to hear my apologies or
Perhaps I should put my apologies in a carpel of poems
Because really I hurt you
I have been preaching your love but not living it
I am lost and stack in this crazy generation were virginity means nothing ,and sex means everything
Hello!!
Am am lost
Am not the man I was ,
I remember how beautiful our love was
At that time everything sims to have stood still
Am not trying to sound poetic wen I say she took my soul ,I was a slave to her will ,
You see I believed that our love would fly like a bird little did I know our love was that of a flight less bird ,
you see I believed you could fly
But my faith was not brave enough to Left you to the sky
Until the lies crow in my ears they told me of fears that made me to creaple you wings
You see to me you were a library but I made you into a piece of paper that could fit in my hands
Am sorry ??
I left you alone while trying to force love for those who cared less if I lived or died
You see am sorry the girls who break into your heart and the ones I handed the key
You see am sorry for the battles I had lost
Someone way out of my class but yet you looked upon me
Like a trap song your love captivated me
Wrote me love latter's you new my Genesis regardless of my acts you still love me
Hello ! It's me
Summer 2015 —
You ask how the summer goes
And it wasn’t a holiday
A chance to see how life goes
In Liverpool, UK
This is my friend
From six months ago
Met on FB
The place to go
28
And wants to bring peace
to a world going crazy
won't you help her please
This is her second
The first at 26
Went to be by her
As “next of kin”
It was a mission
Don’t know why or how
The successful surgery
Is what I’m thankful for, now
Sometimes in life
You’ve got to listen to your heart
Never know what it'll tell you
From the universe at large
When the time comes for you
I’m sure you’ll do the same
Make a difference to someone
No matter what age or race
The world needs peace
How to give it I say?
Sometime it’s the little things-
you do, and not what you say
Although it is important
To show kindness some way
You have to be ready
So listen to your heart on that day
This is my friend
She’s all good to go...
Not expecting a next
Only the universe will know
Listen to your heart
May be you'll be called
Be ready,
Just in case, I wont be around
The circle of life
Is a strange thing you know
no start, no finish
just a journey we don’t know
hear the phrase all of the time,
‘It doesn’t fit the narrative,’
used in news, academia,
and in political missives,
a phrase that I find curious
since so many do seem to yell
that the narrative they’ve chosen
outweighs even the world itself.
Like Marx’s view on history,
and the old ‘progress’ fallacy,
this thought that we must have stages,
advance through them relentlessly,
but history won’t hold them up,
it doesn’t go by what they say,
there is no path man is bound to,
just crazy lurchings everyday.
Did not 2016 prove this?
The narrative was she would win,
but things didn’t turn out that way,
and folks went nuts, thought it a sin.
Screamed about it for four years,
it wasn’t supposed to happen, no!
Despite the fact, scanning the past,
that this is how things often go.
I think, perhaps, the first mistake
you see in the narrative crowd,
is simple overreduction,
to pair all human beings down.
We saw this in Collectivists,
and their misplaced faith in ‘the group,’
but others do this trick as well,
simplification hides the truth.
Humans are a chaos system,
even taken one at time,
sure, we do have our old routines,
but every so often you’ll find
we do something that makes no sense,
that no other man could predict,
that unseen burst of randomness,
is so often what makes us tick.
Expand that to the whole species,
and you see chaos written large,
chaos actors interacting,
I think that it's a stretch too far
for any human mind to grasp,
to think you could is a conceit,
too many factors change too fast
to be forseen reliably.
Add to that the physical world
is a chaos system as well,
and we’re all stuck living with it,
this makes it really hard to tell
what causes this, or changes that,
to our mind it seems randomness,
it’s plain to see that narrative
cannot encompass all of this.
Our brain simply can’t organize
or relate to something that vast,
we simplify to understand,
and there’s a great danger in that.
Some start to think the narrative
is objective reality,
and act as if denying that
is a troubling perfidy.
But when has the world ever cared
about the thoughts we apes create?
The world is not a narrative,
that is a fact we can’t escape...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
It was an immemorial hope.
O life, when ye began:
How indeed did people cope?
Catch me if you can.
Hell and Heaven, send a flood!
O'er the shores to drown!
Avenge angry giant's blood!
Water, ship, down! Frown!
O cur, lack thee thy ochre?
Ogre, gnash gnarly teeth!
Sleeping beauty? Who woke her?
Blood ivy, thy wreath!
Will Providence, spare a thought?
Life is but a dot.
Deepest chasm, spend thy plot!
Allies, don't get caught!
Riddle-book or chimney-nook?
Jonquil flower treats!
Oysters cook in drink of brook?
He who died thus eats!
Bring them to the temple!
There put them to the flames!
Either that or the brass bull!
Or just steal their dames!
O filament, thy light a-flash;
End game with one slash!
Vision grant thy gift! Dare? Dash.
Enslaver, thy lash!
Hateful is the world outside?
Is it better here?
Causality, how you hied!
Entropy ground gear?
I’m over your moods…
I’m over your style…
I’m over your kisses,
And I’m over your smile.
I’m over your words,
I’m over your voice.
I’m over your bossiness,
I’m over being here with no choice.
I’m so over it….
I’m over the arguments,
I’m over the letters,
I’m over you telling me,
“Everything with us will get better.”
I’m over the flowers,
I’m over the tears…
I’m over all the time,
That was wasted through the years.
I’m over you not believing in me,
I’m over you doubting me,
I’m over you putting me last…
I’m over you holding onto your past.
I’m over this lie I’ve been living,
I’m over the false love you’ve been giving.
I’m over you lack of trust,
I’m over this….
I’m over us.
I’m over this new version of me,
I’m over being your puppet,
And soon you’ll see.
I’ll fight like crazy,
To put things in my life….
Back to the way they used to be.
When it was just me….
I’m over everything….
I’m over you and me….
I’m over it.
Flamboyant search for a woman who had lost her mind.
Luckily she was outrageous and quite easy to find.
Her rainbow hair and the braided elephant she rode
Were clues easily deciphered, faster than Morse code.
She wore a turquoise hat, with a noisy penguin on the top.
She shopped at every store, and bought every broom and mop.
She was loud and happy, and she sang and danced pure joy.
She was amazing and funny, and she delighted every girl and boy.
They said she was crazy, the naysayers, the means, and the moody.
She was the happiest being in the village, our own delight, Miss Toody.
She was funny and cheerful, and made everybody have a happier day.
We captured her daily, but every night, we let her squirrel herself away.
If this is a woman who has lost her mind
Then more of us need to, for she was truly always kind.
If this is a woman who needs to be put in a cage,
Put me in with her, for to me she is all of the rage.
The next guy needs to know somethings
Here are some warnings
Just thought of losing her love does more than sting
But, her cold skin should be ur first warning
Letting u know how cold she is on the inside
Once ur feelings for one-another r verbalized
Move slowly, don't hover
She'll feel smothered & not wanna be ur lover
Her entire body will be photographed by ur mind
When she is gone the sun won't shine
Ur sanity will be hard to find
Closing ur eyes brings her to ur sight
She'll pull u in tight
Then walk away, out of sight
Her need to be in control makes her pull back
Words, deep from ur heart will fall flat
No feelings from her will be shared
Nobody will hear ur heart cry
Touch her lips if u dare
Make sure that u tell the next guy
In the end, u will be the only one who cares