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With starting lines in measured meters
Down back alleys we would run.
Asphalt drawn with borrowed paint
Against each other’s clocks.
However matter what the speed,
Our youth could not outrun
The dimming of the light.
We ran with ragged t-shirts flying white,
Battle-flags of poverty and youth.
Swiss cheese costumes trailing
From tanned-skin bodies.
Cloud-like storms in herds of two.
We ran with hearts
Pressed to the light
In hopes our wild youth protect us
From the newborn world
Of sudden fright.
Our elders
Could not understand
The pull.
Running into daytimes perfect wink.
Running into night,
By solitary streetlamp light
On solitary phalanx pole
Down alleyways
Of forming memories made.
Breached in manufactured steel;
Not by this
Or any other time be stole.
Gasping children, long run through
Our mothers’ gaping doors.
Frozen captured moments
Now slow released in modest rapture.
Passing age
Deflating each ones soul.
We hooked our hearts
On borrowed time
Toward winters frosty grip.
Sang songs of summer youth before
Our child-time might slip
So sure away;
That framed and famous day.
Time endures through rhyme
As life is read by passing glance:
Oh could we be now more wishful,
Stilled in plea,
With grace of God,
For roads we long to trod
When given one more chance.
Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his
death, destroying the cancer and deterring his doom.
His date with destiny deployed and determined. The
doctors did there darnest to defibrillate him. He died
determined on the table as his heart defeated him and
his family. The doctors delivered the deflating news
after the surgery dissipated. Where on this December
day the weather turned distant and dark. Every
December passing since, there's a drizzle of
dreariness. Decades later the dragonslayer still drags
on disreputable, dwelling in my mind.
9/26/22
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
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My legs took me to witness a dream I fear to narrate.
My eyes saw them coming like a white dove.
My mouth hung open because my eyes can not omit this pleasant moment.
They walked majestically with their black and white garment like Laranbanga mosque.
How beautiful it was when she finally unveil with cuddle kiss.
The butterfly ambiences and beautiful faces have truly witness a new couple.
I could hear their vehicles sirens playing like a hornbills to showcase a great warriors,
Indeed, it takes a great warrior to make such a bold decision of denying a lot just to stick with one.
Yes! They said till die do them apart, how true it may be?
I saw their admirers, their ex with dreary faces.
They look pathetically like deflating balloon but in their head the battle is not over yet.
Surely they have unfulfilled battle to accomplish, as they have embraced the vows as their own.
Indeed until die do them part as they whisper.
I saw their faces been fell, their shoulders been dropped when finally the table was set, candles were burning and the light has been dimmed.
They knew their greatest enemy is love.
As they stood with their long faces, their minds only reminisce one fear that may cause the eagle to protect his territory with violent.
They whisper knowing love, love is a greatest fear for unfulfilled battle to remain in archive as they giggle.
When I first saw her.
I thought i have seen a blue bird from Kakum forest.
Her face was sparkled like a sunrise.
Her eyes were that of a Engels.
My face can be seen through her eyes.
Her breast was pointed at me like Gambaga escarpment
Suddenly my heart escaped to cloud nine.
I asked myself will this be my final destination in the journey of love?
I was a magma in beneath when she first called me darling.
I suddenly buried my teeth because not long ago a storm swallowed my love.
I am a product of my past and keeps record of wrongs.
My greatest fear is unfavorable attitudes and actions in love.
When the storm over took me once again.
Because the love was so deep, i fought and conquered.
But the devil stole my touch light.
The darkness was so thick that only my legs can be recognized.
My eyes has lost it bearings.
I was like a sand in Sahara desert picked by wind to form star dunes without my consent.
The clouds were so thick and even the moon and the stars have lost control over their homes.
My whole body has surrendered to the clouds but only my feet is feel attached the ground.
Desert crickets who accompanied me some days ago with their sweet sound can not be found.
My heart started pumping like a turbo engine.
My face drop like deflating balloon.
My ribs lay outside like locust.
Even my soul has escaped to seek asylum in unknown land.
Will my dreams and visions in love becomes fertile ground where plant will grow?
Form:
I didn't take my umbrella, assuming
the weather wouldn't respond with a whiplash,
and on coarse sand I trudge, not thinking
of a cloudburst to induce fear and suddenly bash.
My grip on this balloon string has the strength of a cord,
in case those clouds belch and belie...
luckily its rapid ascent is not beclouded,
and the flight's climax holds my attention to excite me.
Floating balloon, don't let me off this cloud nine,
keep going further up until you are set free,
and that cloudburst, drunken with sunshine,
will not hinder your enthusiasm and make you bleary.
Slowly come down, and I will catch you blithely,
as you bob, boasting a new win with a deflating burp,
crashing in my folded arms, to snuggle you contentedly...
here's a blue ribbon, weary balloon, for all the mirth.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
The ants and the beetles were all celebrating
As I wed the spider that I had been dating
And soon sixteen legs would be consolidating
I could say eighteen but that’s exaggerating
But all of a sudden the ground was vibrating
We tried to get clear but the plants were gyrating
We made for a drain with a safe metal grating
To hide from the beast and it’s red armour plating
We froze at the passage the beast was creating
By severing grass with its twin blades rotating
In fear of our lives we then started debating
To run off together or try separating
A not so near miss meant I’ll never be mating
Sometimes the obvious doesn't need stating
At least while my wife finds that rather frustrating
I won’t be her lunch when we’re done consummating
We tried to escape with some skilful pond skating
It helped that the air machine wasn't aerating
But there was a fountain that was agitating
The surface too much which was infuriating
I turned to the man and began contemplating
If spiders could ever do human castrating
But soon he was done and he started inflating
A pool with a puncture, he found that deflating
Reward and his effort were not correlating
And that made him mad, made him start salivating
And just when we thought that he might be fixating
His face went all blank and his eyes were dilating
He glared at us spiders, his ire not abating
So we thought it best to be reciprocating
But he had a brick in his hand elevating
I’ll tell you right now, that was not constipating
Perhaps it’s now time for some quick relocating
This isn’t the fate I was anticip.....
I feel asleep
On the wind
It took me to places
High and lofty
Amongst the clouds
And cool high air
Where water is but
Droplets of mist
I touched the stars
And kissed the moon
Shook the hand of
Mr Gray in his tin can
It blew me past the station
So I knocked to say “Hello”
But no one answered
Which was strange
As all the lights were on
On it pushed me
I waved at Major Tom
But I don’t think he heard me
Gave Hal the stink eye
Than got hit by a car
Like a bug on a Tesla windscreen
Driven by a shell of a spaceman
Listening to Mysterious Universe
On its stereo
Pushed on again
I grabbed hold a boat
In it sat
An Owl and a Pussycat
With an oversized nose ring
What a strange sight it was
Flung into the wind again
I was spat at by Alien
Who wanted to use me
For a surrogate
Thought better of this
So pushed it toward Hal
Wow
What a Close Encounter
I drifted on without
A care
Above a beautiful Blue orb
I thought I caught sight
Of a Turtle behind it
But put it down to a mirage
The wind that blew
Must of blew itself out
As I drifted down
To a Silent World
That blue
Blue orb
Past wafting clouds
Or was it Swamp Gas
Gently as a deflating
Weather balloon
I feel back into
The seat I fell asleep in
I woke with such
Emotion from this journey
That it all must have been real
Or was it all
But a dream
To be fair and true
Such as life is
And the wind that blew
I have this talent - I can create an ex-boyfriend out of thin air. **snapping fingers**
Lisa and I had just gotten back to school from Thanksgiving break and my soon to be ex-study-partner arrives all passively-angry - with that withering, unmistakable, male-balance of harshness and ambivalence. I don’t even know what triggered his moral panic.
I was bewildered at first. “We aren't dating,” I said, “we're study-partners.” We’d agreed early on and I saw the relationship as defined - with a period. He, apparently, saw it as more of an ellipsis…
Then, we kissed one night. We were happy because we’d slammed the midterms. I thought of It as a “champagne kiss” moment of celebration - but it was a mistake that seemed to break some spell between us.
After that, I could never utter the “yes” he wanted and our friendship momentum stalled. You could say that I’ve been slowly contracting around him to ordinariness - like an infatuation balloon deflating into disappointment.
Still, I feel this stupid, hurtful sense of loss. Why am I so bad with guys?? Perhaps I should take the scientific approach and conduct exit-interviews.
I’d LIKE to have a boyfriend, sometimes, but all I can see are negative consequences - and who has the TIME? Most nights, when my homework is finished, there’s only a few hours left over for sleep.
He left me in a lurch - but I went through my class list and managed to study-group-up before finals (thank God).
They say you never leave the house.
It’s a ghostly feeling by the tv.
When you live somewhere and hate it for no reason?
Remembering again and deflating.
And you’re getting cereal again.
And you’re getting things from places all the time.
Whirling.
They say you never leave the house.
That’s all it is.
They say leaving the house will solve everything.
So you packed your bag and walked to the bus stop.
Forgetting your name, but in a happy way.
I need to go somewhere beautiful, and I think this bus will take me.
That’s all there is.
I don’t know my address anymore!
Pack up everything again and again.
Hooray!
It’s a ghostly feeling by the camp fire.
There’s a whole world and I can live in all of it.
Camping on a bench really solved it all.
It creeps up on me early morning
and again late afternoon
a microcephalic shadow,
almost the length of a football pitch,
Land of the giants view
My childlike head is miles
away and dwindling,
constantly deflating
Proteus syndrome echoes
back through generations
crossing time zones too
Elongated diffraction
casts a very long shadow,
tapering reality
Low sun dysmorphia
projects a reflection of me,
A filtered perspective
revealing my only truth
Those beans I threw away
yesterday were not magic
No golden goose lives atop the stalk
just a grotesque shell,
and one giant (yoke)
flattening all potential
I try look away
but as always
a grain of sand
blocks my view
Come chop me down,
flinch as I fall
Step over my shadow
you’ll need
(seven league boots)
But most of all,
no fixed roots!