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Sometimes I feel trapped in the inescapable web woven from all the moments we spent together,
I wonder if there's a way to return to those times lost in the abyss of memory,
I think about whether, if I had listened more closely to my inner voice, feeling the ground tremble,
I could have sensed the lava boiling before we turned into a fountain of pain.
I am still willing to walk on your fire, I loved you enough to engrave your name in my soul,
So what does it matter if my feet burn on the path of our shared memories?
I write these lines not to say that I want us to get back together,
But because I never wanted us to be separated, to be two separate shadows.
I never understood what the philosopher meant by "happy enough to die",
Until the day we ran through the flower garden together, laughing and dreaming,
We never had plans to stay together forever, we both knew,
When you said you loved me to death, I didn't know you meant real death.
Now it is clear to me that we have always been the reflection of our best versions,
All we needed was to look into each other's eyes deeply enough to drown in hopes,
But we grew up in a small town without rivers, only tears in eyes and bullets in words,
So we learned to dodge and fire, and swimming was never a dialect.
I know now, when you told me to leave you alone, you wanted me to hold your hand like a lifeline,
But then all I could do was echo your shout, wither when you hesitated,
I wasn't sure of myself back then, and you were sure you hated yourself, doubt and hate met,
I heard you're doing better now, but I don't know where to send my prayers and regrets.
So I leave them in these pages, hoping that someone who knows you better will deliver the message,
For only this way can I hope that you will feel that I wanted to love you and be near you,
In a world where our words were just shadows of our true desires,
Always remaining an unfinished song, carried by the wind of memories to you.
sometimes love knocked me down..
I made so many mistakes that love knocked
me down.
I never thought that love can ever be so hurtful
and devastating.
it felt like someone stabbed me in the heart and
cooked it in a frying pan.
yes I have a breakable heart.
my heart is like a mirror,it break really easy
well I think we all have breakable hearts and we have
very sensitive feelings,sometimes we don't show it.
sometimes love is hurtful and painful.
it is always easy to get back up and move on in life.
even though the relationship doesn't work out right.
and even though we really don't understand love.
and we try to understand love.what is love to everyone.
but I've always try to take the back way and dodge love
because I don't want to get knocked down ever again.
It was a hot summers day, in our garden in the countryside. Sheltered from noisy
cities and towns. Where we are able to approach life so differently. My girl my love, always
in liberty flow, so enjoying the rays of natures orange orb.
Close by you can hear the cascading of crystal clear waters, eventually reaching
us after negotiating meandering contours. In this heat you can sense the rocks
secretly smirking, as they are constantly cooled by translucent gifts.
On a blanket of green, naked as birth. Her peachy skin delights the vista that
captures my eyes. Her blond hair adorned with a daisy chain tiara. She is my princess
my queen. She lays on her back, looks into the clear blue sky that ceilings our above.
As natures rays are absorbed by her delightful shape. She moves, touches as if in a dream
state. Her body reacting with thoughts of unshared dreams as insects buzz and birds sing
as if they are party to her thoughts. Their orchestral notes, their musical score playing
in symphony to her movements.
In momentary gulps of air, Koi carp rise to the surface to share this vista of pure.
Tails splashing as if they have been summoned to be part of the scene, slapping the water as
if applauding. White water lilies catch the gentle waves, dancing like backing singers
to the sounds of the insects and birds. A gentle breeze catches the tired leaves, as they
whistle their inaudible notes. As insects dodge their sway to carry on their journey of
pollination.
Late afternoon arrives as clouds close the sun, like curtains informing us that the scene
in today's play has ended. Sporadic sounds from distant birds echo, where earlier they were
in riotous volume. The white water lilies are now graced with the gentle undulations of
the trickling waters as the Koi settle from the frenzied applause. Our afternoon closes.
A thought of you, melted away
You became unreachable
Loss of words linger in the empty cave
Wind is howling at the entrance
Lonely, damp darkness engulfs me
A sliver of light is found between boulders
Water drips into ominous pools
I walk carefully to dodge them
Balancing on the slippery rocks
I can’t see you anymore
I can’t hear you anymore
Then, I see the sparkle below
It is reflecting what I thought you were
I reach down gingerly to pick it up
Tears fall into the palm of my hand
Rolling off the discovery of fool’s gold
November 15, 2016
Heidi Sands
*Placed 4th in Contest - Fool's Gold
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.
We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.
Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.
We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.
As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.
We’ll pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
Made quite an impression, it seems
On the chair I've been glued to so long
The indentation is an exact replica
Of my rear, hmmm, sounds like a song
Me bum and me chair are going steady
Have been since joining P-Soup
Methinks maybe atrophy is setting in
So I think I'll shoot some hoops
It's surely a result of this computer age
Our bodies will soon have no use
Our heads will be the size of basketballs
But our bodies will be an excuse
Excuse to hold up our 100 pound heads
With it's 250 gigabyte storage space
We'll actually need some kind of device
Or we'll continue to fall on our face
Made quite an impression, it surely seems
On the chair I've been glued to so long
Thinks I'll go for a ride in my old jalopy
An old Dodge I bought for a song
© Jack Ellison 2013
Remember stuck on
band-aid brand,
Because band-aid
is stuck on you?
Remember when
the furniture was
Made from wicker
and bamboo?
Remember three
on a bike with
the banana-seat.
Remember the
Magazine called,
Tiger Beat?
Remember putting
playing cards
On your spoke?
Remember everywhere
There was second
hand smoke.
Remember when a
man cost six
million dollars?
Remember eating
at Farrell's Ice
Cream parlors?
Remember the woman
that was bionic?
Remember all the cool
New Electronics?
Remember the TV
went off the air?
Remember watching
Sonny and Cher?
Remember playing
Red Rover, Red Rover?
Remember the kodak
Camera Instant exposure?
Remember playing tag
And dodge-ball?
Remember black light
Posters on the wall?
Remember at ten pm
the TV would ask,
Do you know where
your children are?
Remember riding around
with no seat-belts
in the car?
Remember watching
Don Kirshner's
Rock concert on
the Weekends?
Remember how
you felt about
Your friends?
Remember the Oscar
Mayer wiener song?
Remember watching
Up In Smoke
With Cheech
and Chong?
Remember shag carpet
And Tupperware?
Remember the
bowl cuts
For your hair?
Remember putting
aluminum foil on the
Antenna to get
better reception?
Remember your moms
green chip
Stamp collection?
Remember with a
note from Mom,
You could buy cigarettes?
Remember the 1970's
Chevy Corvettes.
Remember tie-dye,
A pair of Dittos?
Remember rolling
skating rinks,
And disco.
TURBO1904?
Oh, what a grand and glorious bore,
This mortal treadmill, evermore!
I wake to stretch my aching spine,
And check the hour-hand’s slow decline.
The coffee drips, the toaster pops,
The endless cycle never stops.
I stare into the steaming brew,
And ask, “Is this all I must do?”
To work, to spend, to earn, to buy,
To fold my laundry, smile, and sigh;
To dodge the traffic, check the mail,
And watch my fragile savings fail.
Oh, how my weary, heavy head,
Doth plot its coup against the bed!
I dream of sweet, unending sleep,
Where no appointments make me weep.
No meetings shouting through the screen,
No bosses asking what I mean.
No spam arriving by the score,
No salespeople at the door.
Just silence, vast and deep and wide,
With nothing more to hide or hide.
No bills to pay, no weight to lose,
From no devastating news to choose.
The poets rave of starry skies,
Of love and light and butterflies.
But give me just the quiet tomb,
A most accommodating room!
No chattering birds at morning’s break,
No sudden reasons to awake.
Just horizontal, still, and flat,
I’d gladly trade my soul for that.
Let others sprint to claim the prize,
And scale the peaks to reach the skies.
Let politicians rant and rave,
I’d rather plan a cozy cave.
A plot of dirt, devoid of stress,
My singular, sublime address.
No traffic jams, no queues in hell,
Just undisturbed, eternal rest.
Let kingdoms fall and empires rust,
And all our grand designs turn to dust,
I shall not care, nor drop a tear,
For I won’t know—and wouldn’t hear.
Oh, slumber’s sweet, unbroken chain,
My one defense against the strain!
I look upon the peaceful deep,
And long to join the endless sleep.
It’s Personal—
Two hundred and fifty years—
dehumanized, shackled hell.
40 acres, a mule—
The Baited Deception—
Freedom’s lie,
unraveled fast—
no ground to stand,
no stake, no soil.
Just free—to serve,
the bitter coil.
The Trick—
Sharecropping,
slavery with a smirk.
Chains faded,
but still you took, still you choked.
The Loaded Gun—
“Be thankful,” they spat—
block tenements,
stamp rations—
branded worth.
Bars replaced chains.
Drugs bused in—
rotted minds,
bodies, souls.
Children bused out,
scraps of opportunity—
but real access? Your joke.
The Eradication—
Babies shot down,
families split—
debt replaced the whip.
Toxins poured, veins tested,
dialects drowned,
hope gutted,
names scratched out,
truth burned from pages.
The loud ones?
Examples—crushed flat.
Entry—unapologetically denied.
The Arrears—
Count it:
days, years, centuries—
labor stolen, unpaid.
It sears our bones,
boils our veins,
screams through locked jaws—
no land, no mule,
only us—left to wear the pain.
The Molotov Cocktail—
You dodge it.
Scrub it from your mind—
erase the stain.
“Much too long ago.”
“Never happened.”
Well—not.
Your greed built this roof,
and now it tilts.
Here we stand—
Brown is rising,
the tide is turning,
the debt’s still due.
Those Impalas runs as shuttles car
Racing the mustangs through forest trees
Viroom, veroom, racing engines dust
Slowly vw beetles flutters fly far
Dart doubting datsons honey bees
Cobra shelby's viper dodge not trust
Racing metal objects within the breeze
Thunderbird hardly runs close flees,
Sunbeam tiger stripes running lights
Cougar mercury cliff jumps toward the stars
White Eagle kissel brights
We slowly drove he knew no haste
Skylark buick beauty runs in chaste
Naught this time chant I waste
Hurry, yon stingray sun bird taste
2/15/20
Lines to Awaken your Muse Poetry Contest
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