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do
suppose
that the soil calls you
by
a whistling sound
made by contracting its lips
in repeated spell of weeping
the oscillation of leaves forgets
all amazement
to get on board the train of magnolia
who would deny
such a blank cheque
from the sunshine
the green land of slumber
gives you too
a colourful welcome
to comply the direction of the clouds
the dialogues start in a new format
could the veteran bureaucrats
ever trace it
hand-bag shakes off so much fun
and that fuming-lad from his blue
let suspended in the air
the sound of conch-shell
knitted in a white thread
hi coral-deer
do you too
have the same wish
then for you dear lady
till now
comes out from the dictionary
a torn tale of
disappearance
Form:
MILL WHEEL
The mill wheel wouldn’t turn till the Spring
‘CLOSED’ notice hanging at closed door on a string.
Snowfall on pavement, snowfall on road turning hard ice.
Customers remembered miller as he was friendly and nice.
Winter was frosty with chilled windy breeze.
Off and on snow drizzling, sometimes to cease.
Sudden disappearance of the miller made all stunned.
Neither any information received, nor the miller returned.
Whisper ran through the town from door to door,
as police came on inquiry: How to ignore?
They came on verification of passport renewal.
Splendid surprise awaiting on miller’s arrival.
Miller is going abroad on honeymoon trip with new bride.
Passport-issue is solved, and everybody gets relieved.
Season changes to Spring naturally, no freaks.
Ice melts, revealing secrets, wheel creaks.
07/19/18
' One, nine, sixteen v3.0' Contest by Viv Wigley
I might seem cold and beyond your
reach
Far from your love
Distant and aloof
Guarded by walls
To strong to shatter
Stubborn and contained
No deeper you may go, no further
can you prevail
A sinister shadow
My mind paints
Of love, and sweet nothings
All irrational, all fake
The wall remains
Permitting no breach
Not even a crack, no rift will it
create
But beyond the darkness
Beyond the unwilling guide
You seem to have lit a spark
Immaculate a warmth, subtle,a fire
Gently you urge, lovingly, towards
the light
That’s breaking these walls
Making me fear, less, love’s sight
With time, I can see
A change in the winds
Stony winters depart
Loving spring, you bring, to help me
live
A warmness, to cherish, as it thaws
all my fears
Frees my inhibitions
Drowns out my every tear
Every other, a trial, so bitter and
unclean
Building hatred and resentment
Bringing heart wrenching sobs and
gut wrenching screams
Your love, however, like silk,
delicately she plays
Adoring, never ceasing, not passive,
nor grave
No fretting, agonizing, deeply
rooted, so chaste
No fear of disappearance,
Like the glamorous crystals of rain.
Each morning, I wake
To feel your love so great,
To mingle and meddle
And hold your embrace
To tease, and love, to forgive and
forget
Of jealously and protectiveness
Of comfort, day and night and all
that’s within.
Tête-à-têtes, aplenty.Sweet
nothings, galore
Imploring and yearning, the
distance to explode
Bashfully timid, those kisses that
burn
Soft whispers, fond gazing, with
butterflies and curling toes
Of sweethearts, darling dearests,
Of endearments, and flowers
A love so ardent, so sanely insane.
Meaningful, not empty, your words
will remain
For love, that you give
Romantic, yes, but not plain
Each moment with you, my love it
shall grow
For seconds and minutes, I calculate
no more
Complete and new, not hollow and
cold
My dearest I shall love you, not
leave you forever more
Steady, firm, not cowardly, this love
was born
Intense, she blossoms, intent, never
flawed
For life, it seems, to have found my
paramour
To live and be with
To marry and grow old
So know this my dearest
My love shall remain
With endless mingling, our souls,
forever infinitely. Beyond all. Shall
prevail
Form:
Who are these people we meet?
In our sleep
Strangers in the night
That can delight
Or cause fright
Nightmares
Ogres and foreigners
Who we do not see by day
And mysteriously fade away
When the day breaks.
Who are they?
Why do we dream?
Does anyone know
This problem bothers me so
Why can't we sleep in peace
And cease to worry about earthly things?
That fills our daily lives.
Do we need to dream to survive?
Dreams can tug your heartstrings,
Make your soul sing.
Cause you to cry or die.
Another world unfurls
Until we see daylight
And see the disappearance of,
The strangers in the night.
C. Cure T. Clarence
Been making, (sans
daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
shouting, and scathing rabidly
foaming explosive clap
trap in ascendance,
asserting how incredibly
tremendous collusion between
CIA, FBI and media
(must warrants revocation,
hence heroic intervention,
and emergency dis
Pence sing balance
of security fabled
clearances Aesop - Asap)
hounds engaged "brilliance"
in (community) chance
of making an very
usual fool of himself,
viz the "FAKE"
trumpeting dapper Don
expostulating the latest ploy,
raging against the machine
i.e. entire popular culture
will get their comeuppance
being so freely outspoken,
a disgraceful unconstitutional defiance
which oh press
sieve act of deviance
spluttered, thus an extreme
measure to clamp down
on all news outlets,
and immediate disappearance
all the while poor
Melania stoically, objectionably
and lamentably stands
right alongside him,
(nonetheless nonverbally
metaphorically exhibiting
vitriolic livid rage)
as he rancorously spouts
(ala VERY) convincing impression
of la va reenactment qua,
Krakatoa volcanic disturbance
lambasting utter disgraceful disservice
(foxy Dis Putin
commercial stations construe, conspire,
conjure egregious collusion
outlets asper dominance
a pugilistic ringside fan loathsomely
(re: scowling non verbally),
wherein pejorative spectators whether
(moral less minority, and/or
majority whips lashing) weather being
August 20th,
1920
The Carroll A. Deering
Loaded aplenty
Norfolk, Virginia
To Rio D J
Cargo of coal
Down South America way
This trip was made
A second time
What happened next
Will we ever find
Delivered, they set off
Homeward bound
On Diamond Shoals
They ran aground
Its now January 31st
1921
Where this mystery
Has now began
This stormy area
On natures earth
Hampering the investigation
To find out the worst
Its now February the 4th
Persons board
Nautical equipment missing
Is it a pirates hoard
In the vessels galley
The next days meal
Abandoned and left
An uneasy feel
Theories of its disappearance
Was it an external force
That brought this ship
To change its course
To this day, no conclusion
No explanation, no fruition
Paranormals list the case
Is the Bermuda Triangle
This crews last resting place
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss2.php
Vespers of the Void
I called it dusk — the first stammered syllable of a child orphaned from light,
I worshipped not the void in my chest, but its stubborn insistence on being,
the way one kneels before the wound that bleeds light, not before the cure,
and every prayer was a lightning bolt turned inward, point-first.
I anointed my own forehead, a priest without church or name,
I raised altars from the bones of stars long dead but still burning,
I wore robes woven from the pollen of wandering comets,
colors of mourning and of celebration stitched into the same sacred thread.
I came down to earth to dress myself in leaves, in dust, and in mud,
I painted my cheeks with the rust of clay, instead of the rouge of stars,
I crowned myself with stones, not constellations, so I wouldn't compete
with the light I was already burning in, thin, toward disappearance.
I called it black — the freedom I had lost without knowing,
the womb I was born from a second time, without priest, without altar,
the temple that asks no sacrifice, only a surrender both free and gentle,
a darkness that hides nothing, but stands in for skin.
The darkness called to me on a night with no backup star,
black bleeding through my dreams, leaving a trail back home,
the void — my only destination, written before I was born,
and life — just a short flight between one closed door and another.
Please describe the item as accurately as possible.
If uncertain, check all that apply.
? It was not an object
? It occurred briefly
? It may have belonged to someone else
? It was never in your possession
Date last seen:
approximately when you thought
you would become different.
Location:
near the sentence you did not finish
because it felt too final.
Condition upon disappearance:
intact, though increasingly hypothetical.
If the item emitted sound,
describe the sound.
If the sound was silence,
describe how long you listened
before mistaking it for peace.
Items commonly turned in include:
– misplaced convictions
– original opinions
– the courage to interrupt
– the correct version of a story
– an unnamed tenderness
wrapped in urgency
Please note:
we do not accept responsibility
for items that dissolved on inspection,
or for feelings that changed shape
once removed from context.
If the item was alive,
please specify whether it required feeding
or merely recognition.
If the item was a future,
indicate whether it arrived
ahead of schedule
or not at all.
Claims may be processed within
five to seven working eternities.
Unclaimed items will be archived
under General Human Error
and eventually redistributed
as intuition, regret, or art.
Before submitting, confirm:
? You are certain this thing existed
? You are prepared to receive it back
? You understand it may not recognize you
Signature: _______________________
Date:
now
or earlier, if necessary.
Form:
I think I’ve always been stuck in grief, I could grieve my birth from my first birthday.
I may have been, but if that is so, I am grieving still.
When the end reaches you a bit too fast you suddenly can’t reason yourself out of grief,
Because logic doesn’t form sadness into innocence anymore, and you don’t dare dream of relief.
I hold so much emotion, carrying myself with aggression excluding anger something beside rage,
A subtle feeling that stills my movement stumbling backwards into life as I age.
Throwing forward punches with thrill that lands on no saviour to the plaphur of my existence does shatter,
Following forth to the ground of good stead falling through the air to the latter.
Existence doesn’t suffice for living in this reality that my pupils too blown to replace,
A thrill, a feeling, a forgetful encounter something I wished to forever chase.
My heart does beat but in my body doesn’t feel for the emotion my mind whirls may control,
A thunder of wake meets my body still as a death engulfs my being whole.
I don’t shiver, I didn’t speak not since the remittance of your soul does reap,
A killing, a purge of my heart driven track seeking the survival your own does lack.
I do not weep, do not wither under the disappearance of sun,
Your feel connect river no longer walk does run.
Guilt carried through death in a way many fail to understand true,
Heart does not quiver at the feel of ghost you.
END TIMES : TWO
End time dramas continue
to unfold as foretold
tribes of Judah and
Gad united in ether
descending conspiring
to pull Matrix strings
across rooms boom
death Will hidden
documents forged
a trigger activates
illicit action
Centre remains perfection
resurrection
Claim no marriage for
money honeyed
both are paper thin
dust speckled dragonflies
glide into geraniums cry
Truth mourns
hen-chicken ferns
hush murky tears
car ignition fear
burns
Pain has nowhere to
pulse but deep within
stealth sidles sleep
jealousies bleep
forever laced in viral
lanced cellular haste
Antares and Arcturus
watch spiritual warriors
discuss hush actions
gush
Clothed in black head
to toe racing an Audi
making it glow, split
second disappearance
Light sees ass twitch
seeking protection from
words rained in past
reflections
Outgrown forms collapse
to usher in cycles of
initiatory synapse
What is this past anyway ?
Another man’s download
in a desert of dialectic
redemption fast
These end times hold
keys to Uruz strength
so wrenching deep
mouldy ceilings weep
glass teapot aches
growth changes rune
stone answers fake
Passages of Dark part
once again decay
death fertilization
gestation rebirth
this is progression
as mirth
Then Melchedzidek spoke
in cloak to Sham’s Forty
Rules of Love inked across
my marked forehead
mint plant pegged
ancient fern atop torn
garden statue stern
Who will take the
Leap of Faith leaving
to proclaim missions
without a fission
Spiritual warriors know
their inner laws when
writ in cursive upon
open doors
they care not when
orders to leave
fly thick and fast
not cheap
Miners died in vain cold
digging for gold sold to
adorn Draco throats torn
glistening gloat
forms dying disguised
as boss lost tossed
we know no collapse
will not be flossed
our timing spot
on glossed
We live life potent
respected radical
transition
seize a moment
seen the vision !
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