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Poetry contest- Kaleidoscope of Emotional Suffering
Sponsored by- Sara Jama
Capricious Nature
In three parts
I
The Night
Queen,
retires
slowly-
as if the earth
pauses
on its axis-
ordering
the world
to stay quiet,
until,
it is
good
and ready.
At last,
morning
bursts in,
like a promise
fulfilled,
falling like bright
lemon slices
through horizontal
blinds…
Doves,
perch high
on telephone wires,
COO
coo- cooing.
Dogs,
hunch
over gravel,
New Mexico’s grass-
each consecrating
a new day,
and their territory,
with a devotion
like heat—
bearing down
on the desert.
II
The day star,
rises
to its peak,
then
is consumed,
piecemeal,
by shadow-
as if
on a dimmer switch,
at half mast in mourning—
all
species,
observing
in a shivering
silence—
but for
crickets,
who pulse,
like heart beats
in pale
twilight.
Cloud sheets
respond in tandem,
pulling a tent,
taut
against the sky,
doubling over as if straining,
to hold up
the atmosphere.
Glints
of escaping
sunlight,
doggedly reminding
of what
outlasts.
III
In the lingering
bright hours,
Earth’s
star,
at last
untethered–
from nature’s
whims-
is donned
by my skin,
like a balm,
restoring
faith-
each of us
relishing
the last
of Helios’s
tour,
respiting,
in knowing…
the one
constant–
resides
at the core-
brilliant
and unflinching,
always
persisting.
Amidst Swirling Eddies Of Fate...
Negligible power prevails
no matter one jock or nerd
feverishly hollars, fumes
decries, berates... absurd
fickle finger (middle phalange
doubling up as
flipping the bird),
unlikely the powers
that be heard
such lament, would not forfeit
issuing the last juicy,
meaty and tasty word
tis "FAKE" vanity
trumpeting to delude
those, who experience
a sourpuss mood,
when vile unfortunate
circumstances collude
(as if Putin on the Ritz),
whether you be dame or a dude,
no matter, the mindset
finds thee to brood
why without rhyme
or reason Saint Jude
or some other divine being
gleefully laughing out loud,
spurring an angrily strong
temptation to utter a crude
expletive taking by
surprise WASPY, snooty,
and noisily rude
listeners, who quickly exude
a gasp as if ye in pranced the nude
giving slight consolation punching
back at invisible joker
no matter he/she
could not be viewed
nonetheless yours truly
succeeded to read this
mashup, and get thee wooed.
The war
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Undying failure
Confrontation is the only option
You’ll endure…surrender
Be fair…be aware
because we’ll fight with bare
hands will transform
to fists
and we have no time
for pacifists
The blood smeared
On the weapons
Doubling our army
Double the agonizing shouts
Trotting in frustration
When will this aggressiveness end?
Confront the poor
And the pacifists
And fight the rich
And the mere fools
With armor
made of hard material
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Because I’m over…
I’m done with you all
I’ll not listen to your fear-lurking call
remain unsteady
In your filthy ditch
And make an effort
To make your last pitch
Are you ever pacifist?
Don’t lift up your wretched fist
Or I’ll smear it in the mist
Don’t play me as a fool
The warfare
is the beginning of conflict
and our rampant screeches are implicit
The weak will be treated,
but confrontation will always be repeated
Confrontation will eventually
take its toll
Please…
don’t take it as a foolish game
So be aware
and play fair
or I’ll tear
your amusement…your greed
and smear it on your
destructible weapons
Past years of lives of ages gone
yet dark shadows shaping choices,
hiding unrecognized options
waiting for New ReSolutions.
Future lives unraveling evil absent
blinders
doubling over crying laughter
days of PreHistoric Futures
cooperatively over-invested in competing
to Win a race only won through losing
Ego's monocultured nighttime face.
Past tears seeding passion's future flowers.
Flowers tearing weeds' convexing past repression.
Regenerating concaved echoing fusions
deeply recessing degeneration's fission,
co-arising to co-fall PolyPerennial Harvest
of ReSolutions.
Reverse-cycling trees praying through root systems
Their feathered leaves may climax each timeless day
to rest deeply ruthless shy fear of unending sad sacrifice
fogging elation's joy in timeless glad elation
for this ReGenerate PostIndustrial Season
of ecotherapy deductively induced
Natural RootSystemic Reason.
Future years of loves
of ages co-emerging
bicamerally enlightened form
as eco-balancing Tao function,
bilateral Time bowing Namaste
facing Elational Space's NonZero ZenAsDay,
spirited concave forms
emerging Time's naturally harmonic
complex function.
Natural Science merging Spiritual ConScience,
Transitional Generation cooperatively growing Post ReGeneration,
Physics polypathing MetaPhysics,
EcoSystems dancing 4-step MultiSystemic Dialectical Therapy
Hope faithing Active Love,
Energy revolving Synergy, conjoined as Integrity
Iterations evolving CoEmpathic ReIterations,
Oppositions co-arising NonDual Appositionals,
Yintegral dual-dark enthymeming YangYin cosmic-logical balance,
ionic tipping points co-drawing nondual ergodic-holonic harmony,
Win-Lose Becoming Win-Win Being
(0) cooperative Elation radiating Prime Ego/Eco Relation
TaoTime wealth investment
regenerating RNA strings of cooperative health
Old Year's concave Eve begetting New Year's Timeless convex Day
co-arising
dream embracing compassions
TransParenting vulnerable pleasured Nights.
Messianic Zeal Of This Good Humored Punster...
Without making a
twit tarring buffoon, sans unshackle
irrepressible bone a fide
funny reaction, or appearing
the foolish spectacle
of myself, trying to tackle
a mal hip apropos
prism mirth wells up
inducing me to cackle,
neither explaining any rhyme,
nor giving reason, then busting
out in laughter obliquely
analogous to ramshackle
structure, resultant outcome
from some slapstick
Vaudevillian farcical debacle,
perhaps regarding the heady
beer burr of Seville scene thru
black and white daguerreotype mackle
more or less hazy, gauzy,
or fuzzy warm
feeling in actuality
thinly disguised as
dog gone hackle,
which vicious canine attacks ready
to tear limb bough to limb mitt,
thus luckily handily repair
with accessible spackle
ye kept on yar person, which caper
doth captcha an instantaneous titter
easily confused for
mating call of grackle
giving rise to a raft of songbirds
that incessantly crackle
snap, and pop with...witch sounds
indeed oven eerily
bloody suck'n vampire
bat out of hell cackle.
Other creatures in
the animal kingdom
cane be barley able
to communicate wheat seems
oat rage juice lee wry,
no matter how
much horse sense,
a smart species doth
porpoise lee try
though porcine not
remiss to wallow
in mud as seen high
atop a bridge
abutment over the River Kwai
ah look...a pig in a poke
unable to pry
loose caked mud blocking snout
prematurely ejaculating, an outcry
for help even fishing for small fry
doubling up as
potential best buds
with Englishman such as Dry
den, and/or dear reader
hood doth lamentably cry
claiming this badinage i.e. my
trademark gobbledygook didst render
momentary lapse of
reasonable judgement alibi.
As soon as I sit down each day
with my morning coffee and toast
Before I swallow the very first bite
The phone rings
Making me feel uptight
Or having my morning shower
Enjoying the warmth of the water
I begin to relax and luxuriate
The phone rings
Doubling my heart rate
As I sit relaxing with my favourite book
Enjoying the peace and tranquility
I wander into another world
The phone rings
I’m starting to come unfurled
On returning home from a shopping trip
Weary in need of a cuppa
Inserting the key as I open my door
The phone rings
Stop ringing I can’t take anymore
Now please do not get me wrong
I won’t make a dance or a song
For in the right place and at the right time
a ringing phone would be perfectly fine
So I know I must not whinge or whine
And be grateful that they take the time
For finally and at the end of the day
they are really ringing just to say is
‘Are you happy; Are you okay
Any chance of a sub 'till next pay day’
Written ‘tongue in cheek’ after rather a lot of phones calls
4th November 2018
Contest Brian's Choice 9
Sponsor Brian Strand
2nd PLACE
There's something we must not forget:
the rage of nature's force is set
when monstrous hurricanes beget
their surge of winds and waves to let
our warning plans become offset.
As floods drown homes without regret,
along with lives- a cherished pet;
strong winds continue to abet
in downing buildings, trees- then fret
with toppling bridges- doubling threat.
This deadly wind and flood duet-
devoid of patterns, does beset;
with every hurricane roulette-
disaster is the epithet!
For nature's force- we pay our debt.
Written, October 4, 2022
Entered In The Contest, "Floods," April 13, 2024
Sponsor,
Around one hundred millennia ago
there was a man from Eritrea.
“I run like gazelle and can throw,
a spear to kill was my idea”.
Feed my family, develop a tribe,
with teamwork hunger satiated.
But now too many subscribe,
so it's time we migrated.
No more can we sustain here,
we must find pastures new.
Sadly my time is drawing near,
so son it is up to you.
Wandering north meet Neanderthal
interact with a white skin wonder.
Ice advance, again home we must haul,
and our peace is blown asunder.
Head west we must choose a road,
one way Roman another Viking.
Just another human episode,
to verdant island of our liking.
Ancestral history investigations,
I come across a heritage stat.
67 million in just 25 generations.
I could hardly believe that.
But its true check it out,
two parents and keep doubling.
It soon hits 67 million no doubt,
in just 500 years, could this be troubling?
Well maybe a concern to some,
but when it is all translated.
The probability has become
that we must all be related.
So I book a DNA test place
to investigate my genetic area.
It tells me that there is a trace,
of a man from Eritrea.
The hole inside the hole is incomplete
Is empty
Exceeding all expectations
It is not there in any way shape or form
Not even a wall to narrow the circumference
Or accompany it into the nothingness that is
Doubling down the nothing in a void
It never really was
Emptied out over endless falls
Of possibilities of what could be
Going on to stop the going on
Looking for a spirit in all things
Sounds echo one way down the hall of time
Return like frightened children
Out of breath
No breath to speak of
Not really there to begin with is surmised
Light passing through as if
Something were to come of it
Perhaps that would suffice if it were there
But in the end
Just like the end
It is not really bending light to see
The void is not the enemy
It is simply more emptying into empty
A long hole inside a lonely hole
With nothing to hold on to
Pouring out its soul
Hello!...The echo is closed
Never to be heard
Falling to tomorrow
Never to return
*Authors note: The author apologizes if it appears as if he is digging too deep a hole. He assures you that he has the best intentions at heart and is innocent as a new born baby....maybe...
Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)
Ala Goofus and Gallant
highlights my diametrically
divergent alter egos
always the reserved
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow
circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively tethered
extremely short leash
choked me like yoked oxen,
albeit non red dually bullish
under bated breath
otherwise submissive
internalizing fury and rage
relentlessly lambasted
daily school bus ride
analogous highway to hell,
thus envisioned monstrous physique
linkedin to superpowers...
whereby giant beastie boy
within scrawny nerd
visiting jocular comeuppance
bopping "jocks" on their beanies
with rotten tangerines
(Tom Lehrer would be proud)
knocking senseless nasty brutes
gleefully pummeling rapscallions
casually, heroically avenging
purging immediate threat
while smugly jauntily
relishing carefree blessed awesome
fistpumping air joyous ride
duplicating bad ass daring
do dexterously doubling
(wishful) dream come true
one prior pipsqueak - yours truly
punishing pestiferous classmates,
who sadistically doled
out daily dose,
non USDA approved
cavalier fierce injustice
taken aback when mine knuckles
compress hoodlums opprobrious
wicked yakking (actually silenced)
fountainhead spewing toxins
exuberantly effusively ebulliently
cleaning principle ringleader's clocks
at long last
traumatizing measure for measure
antagonistic arch nemesis
inflicting insufferable torment
once passively quaffed ruffians threats,
now all's well that ends well,
no matter yours truly expelled
forever pleasantly humming
merrily merrily, merrily,
merrily, imagined life
tis but a dream.