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“In the twilight sky’s fading fresco of sensual shimmer
the sequins of memory sprinkle on me entranced.” – Quote by poet
In the misty milepost of the penultimate pathway,
at the faded fringe of the obscure future,
the waning tune of vibrant chromatic strings
of the setting sun in the twilight zone,
reverberates the requiem for the skeletal tree,
silhouetted tranquil against the sundown skyline
of transient radiance, witnessing despondent
the last sand grain mark the trail of destiny
in the cauldron of time, illumined by the final flash
of the decayed day, d y i n g….
In the gleaming twilight ambiance under dulcet dome
the sky is still to be filled with the chromatic pile
at the end of the pathway that will take me home,
I wish for me the spent sun waits for a while to set.
In the twilight hour the sky creates a collage of colors,
weave for me the panorama for the ultimate walk.
I stand at the signpost of the last mile of my journey,
wondering what lies at the end of the ordained path.
The deformed shards of the splintered sky
spin in gyrating gale with the shattered shadows
of the terminal torment on convoluted convoy
of the curled-up bleak clouds, the remnant rays
of sanguinity sparkle still in the departing flare
of the sinking sun, drowning the montage
of the migratory memory,
compose the latent melody of the unsung dreams
with fossilized life’s incoherent cadence,
sequestered in the spectral lyric
of the sunset swansong, r e s o n a t i n g ….
Plato’s memory of the great city by the sea;
a republic rich with ancient wisdom,
is lost to the living.
Centuries vast, yet decayed by the human hand,
can’t share their progress.
Secrets hidden in sand beneath angry seas,
wash away forever.
Gaia’s womb holds the key to a utopia;
one seen by Plato’s eyes;
one scattered among grains of sand,
never again to be whole.
The grave of great cities is denied by some;
the uneducated-educated experts who,
“cut off their noses to spite their own faces”,
keep progress at bay.
“Puck”, said it right;
“Lord, what fools, these mortals be!”
Thank heaven for the characters of fiction
who hold more wisdom than, modern man.
The writer channels long hidden truths.
Only the few today, with vision,
can red between history’s lines;
the facts missed by most people.
The world civilizations in reverse;
doomed to fail, when in denial;
possibilities, never to grow up to
become…probabilities.
Life’s tortures seem a part of my biological design
absorbing pain, a phenotype
and solutions, seemingly advancing in a slow motion
ten hands all over, tearing my blouse
hundred long nails
shredding my skin down to the dermis
The waters have turned salty
and all edibles-decayed with maggots
I’m roasted by hunger and fried with thirst
pressed by two rocks
and the valley of escape filled with thorns and reptiles
I’ve been tied to the Earth for even animals to trample upon
escaping from a dangerous path
lands me on a slippery ground
sliding down, having a free fall with no help
But!
The same life which once passes urine on me
has now provided a fresh stream for a deep bath
the same sky, once filled with pregnant dark clouds
shines the light of hope and freedom
I’ve been hit but not crushed, bruised but not bleeding
heated but not burnt and swallowed but not chewed
I’m out! I’ve overcomed and now I’m free!
I didn’t like the characters
Of many films that Disney made,
Designed for awwws, so sickly sweet,
I didn’t care if they decayed.
For as a boy, I watched unmoved
As kittens sang and orphans cried,
I didn’t care that crickets spoke,
And shrugged it off that puppets lied.
But there was one that I enjoyed:
Madame Medusa made me smile.
She was a nasty piece of work -
And even whipped a crocodile.
With bright red hair and sagging breasts,
And eyes an eerie shade of green,
Madame Medusa looked the part -
And her expressions were so mean.
No other villain won my heart,
I wanted her to win the day -
And at the end, I wondered if
Madame Medusa got away.
Jack Horne
*Madame Medusa from the film The Rescuers
for Linda-Marie's Disney contest.
crawling over the light,
death inside dark
the horrors of hell,
standing the hair
upon my head
einsteine
decayed rotten words
in ice cold feelings,
open mouthed
I screamed from the inside
no words found you
just the sound
of teardrops,
silence screams
inside the pain
why hurt me
a chill upon the shadows
my heart dies,
mourning you
in the crime of loving
the bell tolls
my soul gives me an answer
marking the end
of you and I,
death in my heart
flowing dark waters
like the mother sea
I push forth
your dead remains,
on the shores
upon the sand
the tide washes away
forgiving you the sin,
from the deepest chambers
I bolt and lock
barring you forever
deep within
locked in hurt
buried
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Before me, was a fork upon the trail;
go left- go right- confused, I just stood there.
Then took a chance- not seeing past the veil
of crowded ferns that hid the views with care.
Not far into my chosen turn on right,
I saw the tattered roof, burst window, porch-
of the decaying structure- and, on-site,
a weathered chair that held a rusted torch.
The door, ajar- displayed a worn staircase
with some steps missing, quite in disarray.
Then, just like that- it floated down with grace-
a witch- with twigs and black rosette bouquet!
In black translucent skirt and cloak- she flew
above the stairs, past chair- to tall, dry, grass-
where once, for sure, a lovely garden grew.
But now- loud whispers warned, "do not trespass"!
I started backing up and then- oh, no!
The murmurings became a screeching scream!
Both ghost and house exploded in a glow-
as I woke up- to end my dreadful dream!
July 15, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Decaying House
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: July 19, 2020
Rules:
Write a poem on the theme of finding a decaying house
Use the 10 words (shown in bold) once only and in any order
Title is three words only from poem's first line
In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul
Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He Said
Is reality Heaven, Is Life upon this Earth only a Dream
Insanity; touches me, as I roam through the hours of the Past
You may ask : WHY does the sickness of the mind affect the SOUL?
“ If YOU do not know MY “SON” : YOU do not Know “ ME “
“Empty , a Soul that only Once new LOVE , until “ BARBARA “
WHY?, WHY?, do I get the privilege of “ LOVING BARBARA “
‘ YOUR Blessing is Received “ as my mind, disputes “ REALITY”
“ May I see my LOVE : Lenore; before I run to the arms of “BARBARA”
I want to be LOVED, not necessarily; Physical or Sexual , “Just LOVED”
In a Heavenly Voice GOD sings to ME, whispers in my ear “ BELOVED “
“ If You do not LOVE MY, “SON” : YOU do not LOVE “ ME “
Love ; decayed, rotted away in a rancid pool of lost Emotions
Feelings : Dead and buried long ago; Scratch the surface of the Earth
Screaming in painful agony, crying the tears of the past “Set me Free”
The Earth is cold, damp, dirty ; I find Peace in the emptiness of Life
Death is a pleasure ; I can only Dream of in a nightmare of Forever
Madness deprives the Soul of consciousness , of reality, of ETERNITY
“If you do not seek MY “SON” : You do not SEEK “ ME “
In the hospital, the room so still
A feeling of melancholy, my heart will feel
the music of a story, told by the nurse
who hears the whisper, a quiet curse
warm tears bleed across the pages
magazine leaves, in the early stages
coloring the twilight in yesterday’s prayers
the diagnosis, distant as a dream, repairs
colored in grace, the stories, the pages
silent flow of praise, erasing the night
the burden of sorrows, worried
by the way the sadness overtakes
pain upon pain, the mysterious – insane
how the pages turn, a gentle maze
whispering through the decades
hospital stay, while the burdens are gray
they are flavored with shame, overcome
by the flames of a sentence – decayed
omnipotent, His grace floods the soul
leaves a print of His amazing, through faith
we can overcome these darker days
find the way through the pain, heal and remain
a part of heartfelt faith, this faith…
hospital haze, melting through the windows
of pain – erasing the stillness on display
God, He will surely find a way – to make me say
even this day has been worthwhile
and I still praise as He remains the very best thing,
the only way that I can say – life is compiled of
echoes of faith, a tender chance to finally say
He is truly my everything!
No matter how my heart might break,
I know the One who will never forsake
And because of His love, His kindness,
I’ll praise… Praise Him always, a song
that stays on my lips, forever His –
blessed by the love that came from above
the love that assures me, with Him –
I have hope, I have faith, I have love that never fades
with Him, I never doubt – love is living,
always giving – a heart who is surely healing!
We built off of an empty hope
That’s now dead and decayed
We hung our wants and dreams on rope
And since then, it has frayed
We painted our story on the walls
Which have begun to fade
If we hadn’t built our love so tall
Maybe we wouldn’t have swayed
If we hadn’t built a love at all
Maybe we would’ve stayed
They say that life’s a vapor
Death hides behind its veil
We chose to build a skyscraper
Believing love could never fail
But our foundation was too weak
And the storm, it was too strong
We ignored each shift and creak
Denied that anything was wrong
Then everything we worked so hard to gain
Came crumbling, crashing to the ground
Our laughter, joy, and pain-
Now dust is all that’s found
And we’re picking up every scrap and shard
Of something that wasn’t built to last
Two hearts that have now been marred
Two broken people with a broken past
So our love was like life’s vapor
It’s like the people say
You make it in the newspaper
And are forgotten the next day
You build a skyscraper
Thinking it will always stay
You build a skyscraper
And one day, it starts to sway
Those memories of her, now bittersweet
Recalling tender moments that we shared
Young lovers' dreams which time can not defeat
Is proof down deep inside how much I cared
My pining heart still yearns for yesterday
To taste those honey kisses once again
Her dark brown eyes that always seemed to say
The love she had for me would never end
But that is where my recollection fades
As fate stepped in and steered her love away
The passing years created such a haze
What caused our love to die has now decayed
I wonder if she ever thinks of me
With fondness, like my treasured memories
an original poem by Daniel Turner