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Beyond an overcast lazuline sky
a night of waning moon sets ember dark.
As a silent candle of molten hope burns
an ashen landscape in sudden flares up
plummeting a trail from heaven to earth.
Streaks of photons scattered in brilliance
lumineers in blaze...
Are they shooting stars?
I had never seen them before.
Eyes blinded in the frazzle of luster.
Shouldn't I make a wish upon?
But alas! In the blink of an eye it was gone.
For a second, my midnight turned dawn.
Then like your passion, the moment disappeared
fading away in perpetual veil of darkness.
But a burning star still revolved around you
in an orbit afar, unerased thoughts in track.
A pensive soul in a meteor shower turned ash
forever sheathed in your radiant flashback.
Dated 18th August 2019
Sponsor Nayda Ivette Negron
Contest Name Shooting Stars
here at gadgados we keep loosing them employees
the other day me was so frustrated threatened a quit
the MD heard of it i was summoned to the big office
whats the problem.. don't complain about your duties
do it this way do it that way accomplish it this way finito..
the MD didn't mince his words and i begged for a better pay
i begrudging backlog and overload and appreciation
him assuring we need you.. i never quit so i took a leave
am back to the hassle and tassle as i look for daily bread
of providence and work and great redemptive power
the power and ability to pay my bills thou an artist..
it inst easy living by art in this beloved nation of art
i am not a quitter but i nearly quit and weeks later
am handed a letter its a promotion and better pay
dated the same day i had wanted to resign from duty
lewis nyaga
Form:
By: Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Dated:15/6/2012.(Mumbai airport)
Black velvet sky festoons solemnly my brooding words,
Exudes gloom from my mindly nib, drowned in woes two thirds.
Sharp shrillness of many of my lingering thought,
Shatter silence of stillness that dusk had on to me brought.
Grief laden clouds quiver with culpable guilt,
Blue starry skies shiver around the moon’s curves laden with forlorn silt.
Tonight I write about my past in melancholy laced lines,
About my ceaseless love for her and her conditional love for me at times….
Solitary nights like the one tonight,
Has stored within itself, deep memories like flashing lights.
Nostalgia sewn within its brimming self,
Of holding her in my arms, my warm embrace her body engulfs.
Her conditional love for me and my ceaseless love for her at all times,
Lure the emotions out tonight, to write the melancholy stewed lines.
As I sit here all senses alive to listen to the great black night,
Sans her beside me, tears trickle down filling the beady grass beds and dull my sight.
The shattered silence of the night all dark,
Resonates in my head no more, but my heart leaves a deep bruised scar and a mark.
A quaint sound of lament I faintly hear,
From a distance it seems like an echo of my bleeding heart all unclear.
My soul curses me as never before,
As its mate it has lost and has only me to deplore….
Places I go glare at my searching eyes with fervor,
Look out for her as though I wish to go to her.
And my heart too joins the fray,
And both of them conspire for me to seek her any which way.
But now as I no longer love her,
That’s a truth that my mind and my heart must concur.
As I sit and speak to myself, the dew drips on to the leaves,
Tell tales in the silence as the wind touching my voice as it grieves.
like my kisses of before, she is now another’s,
Her dreamy eyes, her warm weatish body, her heart, her joyous smile,
Her sweet body scent, her warm breath that spreads a mile
Are now not for me but for another…………….
I love her no more but maybe I yearn for her love,
But unknown to myself I seek her love somehow!!!
Filled with nostalgic emotions of our sweet oneness
I can barely raise my eyebrows to see us together in my mind’s eye.
I hope this is the last dart cupid has shot at me,
And this is the last verse I pen for her to see
His name was Jack O’Bann, and how he liked to play,
if not for school I think he would’ve strummed all day,
and he had a voice of both gravel and honey,
with the kind of power that brought in big money.
It was no surprise he started a high school band,
he rocked the parties, we knew his future looked grand.
But Jack had some trouble, his family disagreed,
they did not like the path where this future might lead,
most musicians failed, and there was no hiding that,
they would tell Jack that against him the odds were stacked,
and with his math skills he’d make a good engineer,
this debate troubled Jack for all of his senior year.
During that last year, he dated a girl named Kay,
who listened to his troubles, the things he had to say,
Jack fell so hard for him, in her arms found relief
from the pressures of family, what career to seek.
His band kept on playing, more and more dates in town,
gaining fans with each show until they were renowned.
But his parents were certain this his path was doomed,
even once tried to lock Jack inside his bedroom!
still he was determined, even though they did scoff,
until one day they both threatened to cut their son off.
He stormed out of the house following a big fight,
in a sour mood went to play a gig that night.
Kay was there with the band and saw that he was pissed,
said,”Don’t worry, go set up, I will handle this.”
So he vented out back, she tried to soothe his rage,
he said,”I’m so done with this now that I’m legal age!”
But somehow she got him to take control of himself,
and he put on a great show for everyone else.
It was a good time that night, Jake’s voice was like fire,
raised the crowd to a pitch, and then pushed them higher,
none knowing that a record man was looking on,
impressed by the skill they showed with their cover songs,
and the passion for their craft they made people feel,
so after it was over he offered them a deal.
All the band was excited, this could be their break,
Jack’s head was in a swoon, it was more than he could take,
first the fight with his parents that had rattled him,
now this chance of a lifetime, he struggled within.
“I just need a moment…I need to get some air.”
He half-stumbled outside, and Kay followed him there...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Cheap Perfume
Reflecting on his memories of a life in cheap hotels.
Remembering lies both heard and told and remembering all the smells.
Cheap cigars and cigarettes still linger in the room.
Still each night he recalls a hookers cheap perfume.
He thinks about the night they met and the love they couldn't make.
How she left in the morning without the pay she couldn't take.
Between them for that moment there was only truths she told him.
Unlike many other men he asked her just to hold him.
It was odd to say the least, there were tears that they both cried.
He wonders now how life would be if only they had lied.
Still living in that same hotel where he was the night he met her.
Something deep inside his soul won't let his heart forget her.
That connection once they shared in a dark and dreary room.
When a hooker saved his life wearing cheap perfume.
Something tells him she is gone and that she's not returning.
But that don't stop the thinking or the longing or the yearning.
On the dresser lies a newspaper dated eighteen months before.
Someone found the body of someone they called a whore.
The day he read the story something in him changed.
Life became more empty as he watched life rearranged.
He gave up the cheap cigars now he drinks whiskey in his water.
As he thinks about the hooker and how she's somebody's daughter.
She told him that she had two kids as she cried through her forced smile.
The state had taken them away she hadn't seen them in a while.
Left standing at the alter with twin heart beats inside her
She had come so far from when her own father had denied her.
Unwanted by mankind she said and cursed by God above.
The night she held a stranger was the last drop of her love.
One night she saved a strangers life though to most it goes unknown.
Next morning when she left him she went out and took her own.
He can't bear to think about it as he sits here in his room.
That he'll never see her anymore or smell her cheap perfume.
Edwin C Hofert
this old car gets me from point A to B
it may not be new with modern luxuries
but it is still good enough for me
so please just let it be
my old lazy boy chair may look worn
but it is cozy and keeps me warm
comfy and lumpy what else does a body need
it's still good enough for me
my music may sound out of date
to young folks it does irritate
I won't let that stop me
from singing right along
nothing makes me smile
like those old fogey songs
yes my style may be a little dated
and my youth has long since faded
but I am happy I like me
I can still smile in the mirror
at the face I see
and that's good enough, good enough
good enough for me
in a former place and time
i may have known you
but now you blow yourself away
you have become a lowercase 'l' so unrecognizable
i almost cry when you become incomprehensible and hallucinatory
watching you now is like watching a repeat of some old television shows' later episodes
you have become stale and dated and have forgotten what defined you as authentic and beautiful
when it gets to the point where nobody knows what to do with you,
when it gets to the point when nobody wants you anywhere near,
when it gets to the point when things have to be hidden and locked away,
do you think, perhaps, that it is an obvious indication of an invitation to take an honest, unedited inventory of yourself
Upon the lakes they do swim gliding so effortlessly
These species of graceful waterfowl the largest of anatidae family
In their beautiful pure white plumage with elegant long curved necks
Blunted beaks and big webbed feet living together by water's edge
These magnificent creatures of the waters are a sign of purity and love
Remind us of the blessings in our relationships a gift from heaven above
If all goes well in there pairing they will stay together for rest of their life’s
When they glide upon the waters of our awareness they bring us deep insight
These birds of Mother Nature they’re exquisite and unique
Bearing exotic waves of beauty to our dreams as we do sleep
They swim around in our divine mind adding colours of delight
Encouraging us to spread our wings and take our glorious flight
Courting occurs on rivers and lakes throughout the known world
Whilst they live on plant life tiny fish and scattered bread as well
You might see them duck their heads as they feed upon their foods
But you better beware of their aggression whilst they protect their broods
The elegance of these myterious birds are displayed in a ballet dancer
Dancing into our emotions with their romantic artisticpower
Transforming our souls with delightful moves bringing us into harmony
With a brilliant performance of balance, control and technical flexibility
The beautiful dying swan pours its heart out as death draws near
Greeting this with an exceptional beautiful ending balladeer
Its modulated voice singing the swan-song of death so sweet
This harmonious sound can be heard as its last creative piece
The crown retain the ownership to all unmarked mute swans
A ceremony takes place once a year and lasts for five days long
Swan upping is a tradition dated back to the twelfth century
Markers row up and down the rivers paying tribute to the Queen
In England they’re a protected species and owned by Her Majesty
The wing spans on these wonderful birds can extent to several feet
These sacred aquatic birds male and female cobs and pens
Those little cygnets and swanlings on a swan lake that never ends
© Copyright KC.Leake
8th December 2014
All Rights Reserved
It was four thirty in the afternoon broad daylight,
We arrived home after an exhausting shopping spree,
Pulled into our drive, turned off the engine, to our delight,
Home, don’t look them in the eye, dangerous, there are three.
No sooner had Hubby told me I had a gun to my head,
The other hi-jacker by my husband’s side, oh we’re dead
I said softly. Was wearing a lot of jewellery which they took,
My husband’s man-bag, with two thousand rand, the crook,
His cross and chain, our Rolex watches, then as quickly as they
Appeared, they left, I was devoid of fear, no emotion, I did pray.
Suddenly I noticed the same chap came back with his gun,
Was convinced he was going to shoot but they were not done,
Two more bracelets, can’t open the catch, this is scary, no fun,
So Hubby tugged and broke the clasp, fearing they would shoot
But hijacker happy with his steal, it was quite a catch, this loot!
To this day no one has news, or knowledge of their whereabouts,
It is still an open case, this happened 7 years ago or thereabouts.
It was now 4.35p.m the whole incident took only five minutes,
Their confidence and composure had absolutely no limits,
For us, we could not believe what an ordeal we had gone through,
This happens in South Africa, and other countries, to more than a few
They had followed us from our nearby mall, had spotted the Rolexes’
Called the Rolex gang, were really only interested in these watches
But got lucky as I was wearing more than expected, or projected!
No longer have any gold jewellery, sold it and gave the money
To the needy, whose lives may become a fraction more sunny
Contest : Our Last Thoughts
Sponsor Unseeking Seeker
Dated 24th April 2021
Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.