Long Dotted Poems
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dripping my red ink…
my clumsy cousin from space
lovable lunkhead
Dotted, splattered, kicked the bucket under
My sofa…what a mess…what a great guest...
bleeds
on
my rug
pools
of
tie-dyed
fiber
he
is
so
sorry
roll
my
eyes
here on planet nice, we take our time, we often rhyme
dan’s just a dinosaur from planet earth, a primate
inclinations to spin
tornado style
disasters
follow
me
one day, i shall visit, his land of chaos
straighten the curves
tidy up the streets
set regular hours
bring peace
and
quiet
They came for the ones who floated in on streamers.
I did not care, they weren’t relatives or anything.
Then the soldiers came for the polka dotted ashtinglers.
I was never fond of them, so I ignored their screams.
When they came to take away the marshmonitors, I almost stepped in.
But they had guns and bayonets, and they were brutal.
When you are living in a dictatorship, you learn there is no freedom of speech.
I kept quiet.
They took my favorite neighbors, the Ashwanders on Tuesday night.
I heard Mr. A screaming for the rest of us to help him.
I thought if I kept my mouth shut, I would be safe.
I was wrong.
The dots guide me towards the path of my ancestry,
Along the ivory gold shores of West Africa,
The wind,
a horse drawn carriage for the call of my ancestors,
Where the ‘i’s would be dotted across many kingdoms,
The colour of the dots embellished with gold leaf,
And the joins would flow like rivers in streams of gold
Then the hue transforms the dots from gold to bright red,
Where vast oceans transported humanity,
The red ink violently splashes onto the scene,
Reflecting countless dots of humanity,
Of generations lost on the Transatlantic route,
Too much red is spilt to join the dots
Then the dots journey to the Americas and West Indies,
Where the overflow of dots begin to rust,
And corroded joins bring up the image of shackles,
Captivity, sold into bondage, man, woman and child,
So difficult to join the dots on the freedom trail,
When the pen cannot reach Justice to dot the ‘i’
Now the colour of the dots turns green,
As smooth green lines are drawn, roots begin to sprout,
The creation of my family tree,
Names of my ancestors are seated above each line,
The joined dots form the image of their strong resilience,
And follows me across the vastness of my deep ancestral ocean
18/12/22
Dot to Dot Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Form: Free Verse
On the woolly folds of sleep, I sailed to a place
Where thoughts and fancy made an alliance
A place that never existed anywhere on the Earth
And never seen or glimpsed by any human eyes
Before me, I could see in glistening sheen
A rare beauty and a rare grandeur
That heaven seemed to have come down to earth
And the sky and the Earth draped in great splendor
All about me was liquid silver’s dazzling glow
With eddy swirls and falling beams
Above me was the vast panorama of the sky
With chiffon clouds straying far into the seams
Soon I found myself in the cool seclusion of trees
With several rows of flowers bordering the fringe
It looked the angels’ most frequented haunt
From where they gathered blooms of varied tinge
The boughs of trees drooped with blossom’s weight
Leaves trembled in the might of passing gales
Tickling rills and somersaulting cataracts
Gave a heavenly dimension to half lit vales
The meadows were dotted with violets and bluebells
Also clusters of flowers that never seemed to fade
Sweet birds were heard singing on every bush and tree
Below, golden sunbeams played, filtering through the shade
In full mirth I coursed through the planes
Wherever I looked, I found all so fair to view
Gorgeous visions flashed and dimmed
And everything in a magical spell cast in heavenly hue
Though freed from slumber’s entangling mesh
I refused to open my eyes to detain my dream
How I wished I could still be under the magical spell
Of that celestial plane, my fancy’s chimeric realm!
Placed Sixth
March.12.2022
Magical Spell Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Robert James Liguori
The beautiful Amazonian forest
surrounds me,
It's crispy, clean air envelopes me, and hungrily I inhale,
This New Year, the echoes of fear still in my soul, one by one, eagerly I exhale,
To the gentle, cool breeze,
I softly whisper, "Drown them all in the depths of the sea."
Among the lushness of its canopy,
there is a riot of colours dotted everywhere,
Lost in its serenity and silence,
Abruptly, prattling sounds suddenly brought me back down to reality,
A pandemonium of Amazons appeared.
In this New Year with a soul now free
from fear,
I shall enjoy each step of the way, for
time draws near,
No fuss or worry, just going with the
flow,
Appreciating the beauty in each day,
as they come and go.
by Zyrool
2/2026
Ice cream and ices, ice cream and ices
Get your fudgywugies here is screamed
Heard clear emerging from the tunnels
Under the boardwalks promenade shadows
Loud and clear come good humor men in white
Ridiculous in their black shoes heavy like iron
Trudging through hot sand like mad men
Hunched over with the weight of Summer
Ready to huckster the kiddies for money
Already waiting with quarters in hand
Radios dial up Beatles for transistor sisters souls
Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band plays on
Over sounds of ocean spray and cozy blankets
The surface of the sun smiles on happy afternoons
Cones melt chocolate droplets on wet bathing suits
Blue lips of children, their bodies shiver, after a dip
They toss peanuts at pigeons who leave droppings
As presents after target practice then continue cooing
Colorful kites fly with the seagulls and dollars
Waved to entice those who come out from the shadows
Sun lotions and potions of peace and love sold at a price
Not always a bargain
Pretty tan girls in stunning string things
Left to the imagination as clothing
Dotted bikinis in yellows and pinks on parade
Follow life guards into the surf for protection
Held together by muscles and love
Not only tides wave good-bye to Summer
Mobsters wear concrete shoes for a dip
Smoke their last cigarette before “falling in”
Go for a swim with the fishies
Sink to the depths of the city
NB This is a repost original was deleted. Unfortunately I was without an internet for two days and I am truly blocked. I am sorry but I shall probably miss some poem. I can't help it.
How pleasant it was to drive out of Louisville,
Accompanied by my dearest lovely sweet Jill.
Quickly we found a vantage place upon a hill.
A stunning scene before us was a joyful thrill.
A hillside green with ferns growing near a rill.
Dotted here and there birds flew with a shrill,
Sometimes finding some rest on a far-off mill.
I saw that some people had planned a landfill,
Big beeches, hornbeams, bushes of cranesbill.
But red dusk fell, Jill and I felt the subtle chill,
To a cafeteria we went for we had time to kill.
...and that’s when she told me our marriage was over.
Belated she said, like the anniversary and birthday cards I forget to send.
Chaos, only chaos, will come from this I replied, begged,
desperate for her to rethink, give me a second chance, and
explain how I would change and make it up to our family.
Forgiveness is never something I’ve been good at though,
guessing she’d herself see the irony of my request.
Hands trembling, palms sweating, I reached out for her,
icy fear running through my veins despite the palpable heat on my skin.
Just then I heard the twist of the living room door handle and,
knowing that they would be expecting hugs upon my return from work, I
left this moment of sorrow, this surreal wakeup call, and focussed on
memories of us, dotted throughout my mind from the years before.
Now I tried to tie them together, connect the dots,
open again what I had ignorantly closed, losing sight of what mattered:
people and places, husband and wife, children and homes, not
queries from work and emails at night, functions and dinner suits.
Reality continued to seep into these images I now conjured:
sights of his birth marred by evenings at the office;
tinsel and baubles around Christmas trees papered with bills and reports;
university steps where I first saw her replaced with artificial screens flashing.
Vows echoed in my mind now; nuptial promises ricohetting questions, asking
what had I been doing these past few years? Where had I gone?
X-rays of our marriage revealed splintered bones. A spine fractured.
You can’t tell them anything yet, I pleaded, let’s just talk this through.
Zenith like, my future hung above me, wavering and fragile.
Can't keep refusing it's on the hands of you
Is this the haunting image of hell I view?
So, to care or plead for my discreet silence
Weak hands are calling to you for guidance
Praying to get help for feelings that permeate
Like watching, hurting, rolled down a sewer grate
Gentle hands tapping a telegraph in dotted code
Seek to find salvation before all these feelings erode
Scared to run, diseases like this don't seem to phase you
Are the answers to it all, I read, found in a hard wooden pew
I wish I had your faults, there aren't many, but I have found a few
Wringing hands, no answers, come fly around my hell, all a skew
No blasphemy intended, no one nailed to the board
Once written, answers in time, by the pearl gate lord
Rambling across the grassy flowering meadow,
She felt like walking on air, as she flipped off her shoes,
She ran across, feeling the dewy fresh morning grass,
All dotted with a kaleidoscope of colourful wildflowers.
She came down to the rivulet, her favourite place.
Instinctively she looked into the water just to see
Her face floating on the surface, a lovely smiling face
No wrinkles, no defects, not even a nevus to mar it all up.
Her lover sat down near her, showing her the food he brought.
She had not thought of eating and pulling him down
She kissed him full on his inviting lips, her Adonis.
Love was her food, her only food, as she felt the burn in her.
At last satiated, she laid down and put her head on his lap
Dreaming incredible scenes of luxurious, and joyful love.
8 0 8
Two doctors were discussing her case. They looked at the old badly wrinkled woman lying on the bed, immovable. “Only that machine is keeping her alive. Irreversible Coma. No next of kin, single and all alone. Look, do you detect a smile on her face? Even her ECG is barely showing signs of being alive.”
“It seems as if she’s dreaming.”
The other one shrugged. “It’s not for us to decide. The Hospital Lords will decide who will switch her off, rest assured.”
“Let’s go for a drink. We need one.” Rambling along the long corridors, they found a hospital canteen, ordered their drinks, and rested at a table on comfortable chairs,