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Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful
geometric awesome shifting shapes
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding
mankind from time immemorial
when her/his gaze turned heavenward
peering into azure vault –
one macrocosmic hint
per origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe
evolution in shroud of secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until...
twenty first century astrophysicists
begin to unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
precise second, whence explosion filled void
nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennial futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope
whereby generic one primate in love with words!
As subtle obvious
from above and bellow doth burst
this non quitting chap doth tick cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
flickr ring, google ling, and high five ving first
to flout conformity, and will when
coffin doth bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get disbursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better
or hud duh livery wurst.
Spring's christening morn, they sow each, leased field
You squawk at their noisy machines, fabricated skill
In due time, green shoots sprout; twined destinies distilled
Awaiting Harvest moon's celestial seal
You ready your nettled till; contraband to fill
Before hoary frost can shower its blighting chill
Mechanized hands garnish nature's wage; stitched pockets to gild
Golden nuggets ferried to recycling mill
But to their deep reservoirs will not all of nature's bounty rill
Your scouring eyes will every, eroded funnel swill
From earth's spent crust, disbursed kernels drill
Sharpened beak pecking out residual, wasteful spill
The give and take in love should reach a mean
whereby the two be equally disbursed,
so givers' hearts would never suffer lean,
cold hungry hours without love reimbursed.
And those who take would never reach the stage
of ravenous and selfish, one-way traits.
Such balance would create a better age,
if give and take maintained their equal weights.
But somehow this could never balance out,
for givers give beyond the gifts they bear;
in turn, must feed on crumbs, for without doubt;
the hungry takers take beyond their share.
While takers tip the scale with all they gain,
the givers, weak and thin, smile through their pain.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Premiere Contest: Any HM Ever
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 01/22/2017
~ Honorable Mention~
Contest: Love Justice
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 01/24/2015
Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!
(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing to cover
despite precious time going to waste).
Analogous to constipation,
constitutes full term pregnancy,
perhaps umpteenth or first,
which former offal bodily function I durst
mention, said subject doth stink,
yet... exercising bowel
applicative, constrictive, effective,
exhaustive, gesticulative, instinctive,
massive, oppressive, qualitative,
quantitative, significative and unitive
(beg to differ if ye think me perverse)
both scenarios prone to stress and strain,
difficulties can arise evacuating bowels
gluteus maximus muscles severely pursed,
radiating sharp stabbing sensations
behind junk in trunk quarters felt
until bulging temple veins ready to burst,
where piles of hemorrhoids
foul rectum tortured and accursed
necessitating Judas Priest well versed
to issue last rites while
appropriate official dull livers worst
news to missus, whose
inconsolable sympathies nursed,
nevertheless bit torrent of sorrow
honor alone time with grateful dead
subsequently finds medical personnel disbursed,
privately newly minted widow mourning
tears for fears immersed
bemoaning sudden permanent absence
gone fore e'er foremost farter figure first
instance obliterated, when posterior
uproariously (actually not funny)
inflicted hemorrhage emergency,
die hard ludicrous poet (me) experienced
all expense chauffeured ride in hearst
aforementioned purportedly roughly comparable,
courtesy hearsay, when
hypothetical woman with child,
(here, I metaphorically paraphrase)
as maven ready to take aim giving birth
(nine months after satiating
hankering call of the wild
buzzfeeding miracle worker whipped thirst,
and temporarily appeased
inherent maternal yearning
to beget offspring, then... off to races
sprinting at greased lightning speed
amazingly enough slightly protruded womb,
(among other fledgling
and/or practiced moms avid runners
all touted as winners relay race crossing
finish line simultaneously
comprising distance measuring more'n verst.
I OPENED A GOLDEN DOOR
TO AN ENDLESS UNIVERSE.
IT KIND OF PULLED ME INWARD.
TO THE POINT I FELT DISBURSED.
UNIVERSAL ENERGY
COMBINATION MIND AND SOUL.
A UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE
IMAGINATION IN CONTROL.
AN UNEXPLORED DIMENSION.
I ALWAYS KNEW TO EXIST.
MY CHANCE OF MOVING FORWARD.
I KNOWINGLY CAN'T RESIST.
A BEING IS APPROACHING.
WITH A WARM AND GENTLE SMILE.
THE DISTANCE IS IN LIGHT YEARS.
TRAVELING COULD TAKE AWHILE.
THIS NEW GUARDIAN ANGEL.
COMPLETELY ALL DRESSED IN WHITE.
SHOWED ME HOW TO TAKE A TOUR
SHOWCASING GLORIOUS SIGHTS.
WITH A GIANT TELESCOPE
OVER HUNDRED YARDS IN HEIGHT.
THAT IS FIFTY TIMES HIGHER
THAN MY SHADOW IN THE NIGHT.
THE LENS WAS REALLY SHINY.
UNBELIEVABLY IMPRESSED.
MAGNIFICENT CREATION.
CURIOSITY REFRESHED.
I WAS SO INTENSIFIED
IT JUST TOOK MY BREATH AWAY.
KNOWING IT WAS TIME TO LEAVE.
I JUST COULD NOT PULL AWAY.
IN THE FUTURE YOU WILL SEE.
INCREDIBLE TELESCOPE.
SHARING OPPORTUNITY
TO SEE WHAT WE ONLY HOPE.
07302020
“O’!, work, work, work away,—ignore your thirst
and shovel steadily—keep nourrishing the coals
of locomotive life!(the cost is but your souls);
All other occupations?—to hell dispersed!
“Amen! your bosses, with cash (to be disbursed),
busy their hands with myriad controls
made to mold you for your determined roles;
Yes… yes!, because the silence would be worst!
“Aye! Men! your calling is made manifest!
my stores, my mines, my workshops, factories
come crawling, groveling on their sore knees
to beg: ‘Please! healthy muscle![sic]—invest!’
What else would you do with your God given time
if not that I could earn you my damn dime?”
Gazing through my telescope
I saw two galaxies elope
They merged together beautifully
Twisting and turning elegantly
They danced around a burning sun
Eventually, becoming one
Clouds of dust swirled around
Flashing colours, perfection found
Stars and planets were pulled towards
The centre of a huge dwarf
A burst of light, so intense
Became so bright, then so dense
Now in its place, I could see
A huge black hole spinning furiously
The galaxies now entwined
The marriage blessed, but redefined
From within the giant beast
A star pulsating, born, released
Gathering light that was disbursed
The brilliance of our universe
© Copyright 29th November 2010 K.C.Leake
I kept thinking what life would be like if someone invited me out for a cup of tea in the middle of the night, I kept thinking what life would be like if morning was evening and evening was night, and the stars lit up the skies.
I would gaze at the colorful lights across the horizon
and make a new year’s wish, then I will sing a special song for you,
to the rhythm of the night and make your dreams come true.
the hills and the valleys will come alive and chime in with the chorus and nature will make a statement in broad day light, those that see it will ponder over it and those that listen to it will fear it.
Winter is barking on my knees and I would like a cup of tea,
The temperature has fallen to minus zero degrees and my hands and feet are frozen, my lips are dry and there is not a solid tears left in the eyes.
The skies have turned gray and all the idlers have gone away, while the faithful few kneel down in the sanctuary to pray with blood dripping from the cross and the devil barking at them like hungry dogs.
A new sound enters the town and all the people have gathered around with curious faces and suspicious eyes, they listen intensely to the strangers cries, they weren’t’ religious or self-conscious, they were looking for a place to stay for three day but they had nothing to give away and before any questions was asked, they got what they wanted and the crowd disbursed.
I kept thinking what life would be like if my friends would journey across the ocean tonight and take me out for a cup of tea, we would visit the old opera tea house where visions comes alive and talents burst in the skies and you can listen to voice next door bellowing from the stage and the evening embraces the night under the dangling streetlamps next to the light post.
The traffic is busy around the town and everyone is dressed in their spectacular gowns, there is excitement all over the town, New year’s celebrations rehearsals are in full swing and the mass choir is singing a powerful hymn.
The ambassador’s ball resonates from the country club hall and luxury vehicles from home and abroad is showing up from everywhere, there is something for everyone but all I want is a cup of tea to warm my body and satisfy my curiosity.
Dog cross my path several times
Dog bark all night when there is no fight
Dog jumping up and down the solid roof
Dog is pulling and tearing my rubber shoes
Dog is telling the truth on two feet,
And dog is listening to your heart beat
Dog is walking up and down the street
Looking for something enchanting to eat
Black dogs, brown dogs, grey dogs, white dogs
Woman dog, man dog, puppy dogs
Ten dogs following one woman dog
One woman dog leading twenty bull dog
Today is dog day so don’t go astray
Dog gather about in the lane
Dog playing game and has no shame
Dog walking up and down the street
Dog is eating curry and fry meat
Dog staring viciously at each other
Dog and dog is ready to fight
Everything looks utterly insane
Dog is in the middle of the lane
Dog is looking confident
But dog has nothing to gain
Dog is having a meeting
Dog is sending you greetings
Dog is hungry for money,
Dog is looking very worry
Dog is sulking, dog is debating
Dog cannot keep still;
Dog is looking for a will
Dog is barking very loud
when no one is around
Dog talk is dog talk
And dog bark is dog bark
Dog can smell you from a distance
When dog is hungry for money
Dog will make up a lying story,
Dog is walking around with a heavy body
And singing a cynical dog song,
Dog is wagging its tail over the land
The dog manipulator is a dangerous person
The dog manipulator is a psychopath
The dog manipulator is a coward hiding in the dark
The dog is a manipulator that preys upon vulnerable mind
And tips the balance way up into the sky
Dog will leave you confused
When it cannot find anybody else to use
The manipulator is on the run,
So you better stop him with your gun
Bad woman, bad man from school to church
The manipulator is finally disbursed.
Two times six is ten?
This is an angry adult voice.
I do not recognize it.
The third grade class is silent.
Most of their eyes are popped open.
I smell fear as I enter the room.
It is the teacher, and she is angry.
Using a voice I have never heard.
“TWO TIMES SIX IS TEN?” she repeats.
I slide into a corner, watching.
The victim child slowly nods his head.
He knows that two times five is ten, I say.
The teacher whirls around, surprised.
She throws up her hands.
The entire class bursts out laughing, relieved.
The tension is temporarily disbursed.
This teacher has terrified her entire class today.
Victimizing them all; I doubt that they will totally recover.
And I wonder if she has any idea what she has done?