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Twisty Pine
Trying to stand tall
With all scars exposed
Carved and gouged
Like the twisty pines
Bled slowly for their essence
Among a forest of disfigured
Unbandaged
Left to cry out forgotten tears
Of neglected fears
In silent slumbers asleep
Where dreams dissolve like sand
Through an infinity-glass
Dripping sweat into boiling oil
Like sap funneling into a brass cup
All to fuel this ceaseless machine
Called the foolish capitalist scheme
Where we self-victimize
And trust the political guise
To save us from our lies
While committing genocides
Right in front of our very eyes
And we milk the desperate
Chastise the disparate
Falsely loft the corporate
Empower the degenerates
Trying to stand tall
With my guts exposed
Scorched and brittle
Like the twisty pines
Bleeding through the burns
Among a forest of dismembered
Disbanded
Left to wait out the final years
As the inevitable collapse nears
In violent numbers they reap
Where teams divide the land
Like a supremacist class
Skipping threats, despoiling the soil
To tap crumbling veins until she dries up
All to fuel a caustic regime
Call all fools to prop this smokescreen
Time to self-aggrandize
At the cost of innocent lives
Teaching our children to despise
Without knowing where the hate truly lies
Why be real when you can pretend to be wise?
Trying to stand tall
With my roots exposed
Eroded and diseased
Like the twisty pines
Gripping to the ground
Among a forest of fallen
Decomposing
Left to die out with my broken peers
As earthen truth disappears
May my essence travel through the mycelium
Before the planet becomes a mausoleum
Transforming the scheme into a coalescence
Transmuting a dream into future’s presence
The killing of a nation
Women’s right is at a crossroad, the right to education
work for a corporation sitting at the table of decision making
that is useful for business but not unsafe for people.
They are conned we all have conned into
thinking this is the future.
The highest accolade a person can win is to give birth
to new life and bring them up to be sound
and kind member of the society, only a woman can do this
but many of them have forsaken what is important in life
New life.
Every woman in Europe should have five offspring
or the civilization we live in will die out.
Instead, we vilify single mothers for giving birth
we have to pay for we should put them on a pedestal
for bringing life into the world.
Abortion is killing the nations of Europe, but we do not
understand the implications of this
We become a minority to a culture alien for us
Women who have done their heroic duty
are vigorous enough to run a nation.
As I sit wandering about the south
side of Chicago captured effortlessly
by the tall dandelions watching the
lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails
we often lit them just before the sun
sets over George Washington Carver
campus deep within the forest preserve
over looking the Dan Ryan expressway
just to keep the mosquitoes at bay there
are always so many not even the
swarming dragon flies feasting could
truly silence them I sit pondering away
with my thoughts on the Pullman strike
and the hay market projects writing poetry
in my journal as quiet as a mouse an yet I
always had something to say the orange sky
began to drift as a blanket of stars started
twinkling in a distant over the railroad
tracks I can here the loco motive rolling
down the broken planks-cotton belt
screeching down the steal beams fresh
bread will be served tonight with my
grandmothers famous Sicilian soup
right about now I here her calling my
name Cocoa cocoa put that book
down and get in here for supper it’s
getting dark you know I stuck my
pencil inside my braid and begin
skipping towards the gardens homes
that were actually built 1945 name after
Congressman John Altgeld for war
veterans returning from WWll and their
families there simply was no greater
peace right away I got to roll the lemons
cutting them for fresh lemonade and
begin asking all kinds of questions about
where do the bugs go at night how
do they sleep and why do lightning
bugs come out just before dust then
die out after we catch them and put
them in a jar the rest just vanish my
dad answered all my questions as I
began to drift off to sleep he carries
me upstairs to bed tucks me in removed
my pencil from my braid and
places my journal on my nightstand
dims the light as my mind starts to
dream of my tomorrows adventures
She hid her face in her fragile hands,
Crying at what he did to her heart,
They'd promised never to stay apart,
But he had gone to faraway lands,
She did not know when he would return,
Memories of him flooded her mind,
Their intimate lives were intertwined,
For his well being, her heart did yearn,
Would he die out there or come back safe?
Being a soldier was not easy,
Without him near her, she felt queasy,
Like an orphaned child or a lone waif,
She held her feeble heart in her hands,
Her ebony hair flying around,
She wished he would come back safe and sound,
Her grief felt deep by her flying strands.
08.04.2020
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Everything around me is so dark,
only the frigid sky shows its hues...
as the cold robin flutters on the sill of my bright window,
to pick up the last breadcrumbs left by the ragged widow;
and she, with a cart full of gifts, is looking for kids
to give them to...as she seemed unable
to move around in her worn-out shoes,
and I surprisingly catch some sadness in her smile!
Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
chase away every approaching shadow
from her tweedy, wind-blown coat,
to spread light on her gliding path:
where snow-drifts may reduce her sight!
Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
let her kindness be remembered on this Christmas' Eve...
as we all share in that spirit of giving it all!
And I will remember her, too, in my joyous glee;
as she goes past the lamp-posts of each silent street,
humming her tuneful carol with a soul so spirited...
echoing the enthusiasm of a dashing child!
Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
ask her if you can be her friend...guiding her on her journey;
dripping candle, brilliant with hope and light ,
make her joyfully smile down the snowy road of this Christmas' night
by letting all the bells of the gloomy town ring like they rang before...
when she went door to door to spread the season's good tidings,
and are those vivid memories reflected in her nostalgic and kind eyes?
Dripping candle glowing in the frosty snow,
don't die out...until her weeping face beholds Christ's glory,
and she can forever rest in His comforting arms!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Little Warmth
I visualized my immersion into the depth of your eyes. Fortunately, my passion was reciprocated. We longed for each other. We came close, then closer and ultimately closest. Lovers knotted tie to form couple. Our desired delighted days danced on unison.
Initiation, evolution and extinction are natural processes. Love is not an exception. Love oozes, spreads and can die out completing its life cycle. Love starts but may expect an expiry date. Emotion can flow like stream unending.
Couple stepped to higher rank. Proud parents began new life. Passion restricted by responsibility turned into compassion. With ageing emotion gets promotion to calmness. Possessiveness surrendered. Compromise and adjustment enter into stage. Peace gets importance than love.
I just need a little warmth from a compassionate companion on cold steps in dark.
05/06/16
Listen to The Warm Prose Contest Second place
Sponsor Laura Loo
~ The weather has many faces ~ whistling in the headwind ~ quote by poet
Natural and repetitive elements
in the sound of the wind slow down restless thoughts
Observe the thoughts without judging or interpret
avoid depressive rumination just let go
A breath of wind touched your cheek so gently
Happiness is fleeting not a cliché
a lovely feeling, dancing as a whirlwind
The constant wind which makes the strings tinkle
It blows wherever it wants, strong or weak
The gentle wind reminds me of relaxing
pan flute music, sensitively without words
Indigenous music did not die out
it is carried by the wind all over the globe
Can neither be controlled, planned nor ordered
With invisible bows the wind carries away
Progress require you to loosen the moorings
The wind ruffles your hair and the waves sing
It's wonderful to feel the forces of nature
Listen carefully – it's full of presence
Caught in the depths of my shadows within
Breathing in the plague of all the vermin
Nauseated stomach and bile on my chin
Lips begin to crack from dehydrated skin
Follicles die out so my hair starts to thin
Hard to move forward when my head only spins
Hallucinations of bright lights and shiny sequins
These days are already over before they begin
My mind rests in pain with all of the aspirin
While drowning out my system with tonic & gin
These days are already over before they begin
Caught in the depths of my shadows within
bmdavey@06/18/18
my love is real no game laid out for two,
this i tell only one for he is the true
hero of my heart. for i miss him so and
the passion soars among butterflies in my
stomach and ills me to the bone each n
everyday were apart, come to me, fly with me,
hide away with me, we are the tru reason for
fate among one another and family shared faith
i surely will die.
unbarried tombs of gold, you are my
diamond in the ruff, A love strongly
casted between A sparkling ring of fire that
i dare to go.
I burn,so burn with me baby for our love can
never die out, because i love you so, as i
strike this match to A promise of us to
love you enternealy to settle for nothing
less.
Poetry is my life breath...
it is writing that gives me wings...
it gives added zest to my life..!
When a flood of feelings swell and heave in my heart,
umpteen emotions of love, elation and gloom ,
heart break and excitement, tumble down one on other
Writing makes me feel like an explorer
as I make a journey into the hidden recesses of my heart
and say what I can never say face to face
unconfined, unhinged, foolish and footloose
Sometimes I just scribble words after words
searching for coherence and meaning
digging deep into my muddled thoughts.
sometimes words gush out in torrential flow
sometimes they burrow into nothingness
I read through, dissect, add and alter
until I feel everything fits into place
in my poems memories rise and fade
dance on butterfly wings looking for floral cups
escorting me to the land of fairies and magical kingdoms.
I weave the silken tapestry of life in verse,
pen down mysterious tales of love,
romance, victory and defeat
I often lose myself in nature’s sublime glory
perceived in jumping cataracts,
clouds lazily floating in the aquamarine sky,
autumn leaves and all that tickles my fancy.
When these scenes fuel my imagination,
my pen moves and I write for myself,
touching and vibrating the sinews of my heart
If you wish to course through my verse,
happy I am and my poems are open for you.
if you have ears, listen to my lilting trills.
but please let them not be lost in the caverns of darkness
or thrown back as echoes to die out in impenetrable wilderness!
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August.29. 2022-08-29
~ Placed Third~
I Write Because- Poetry Contest
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