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As the scarlet sun sets slowly down the cold horizon,
the onyx night glows in the tinsel torrent of twilight,
the shining stars sprout one by one in the milky way,
cosmic concerto of constellation starts in the silky sky.
Ebony night shapes the silhouette of sapphire sky
above the malachite profile of the forest canopy
that wears the bejeweled crown of heavenly décor,
embroidered by lyrical lattice of serenading stardust.
The spray of resonating sequins of the morphed dreams
drizzle through the misty music of the mystique stardust.
The astral symphony resounding in the ambiance of silence
blends with the refrain of whispering passion wind blowing by.
Our paired essence interweaves with the calypso of night,
when the seductive song lyrics of longing the stars write.
Melodic stardust shimmers with the cadence of attuned hearts,
composes a new music of life with the intonation of ecstasy.
The stellar meadow of the magical night sparkles above
with crystal charisma of the constellation of blooming stars,
thus designing the tuneful dreams for our love to sing
in the symphony of silver stardust in the garden of night.
A week ago, I was the normal me
Happy, funny and living free.
Shaked the box and it was empty,
This then sent me into a world of frenzy
First the agitation began
Couldn’t decide whether to sit or stand.
My mask still on smiling and proud
No one could find out I was going down…..
Down the nasty spiral I hate
I suppose Bipolar really is my fate.
I only missed a pill or two
Now “my friend” is coming through.
The one that takes away all that is me
Like a leech, I can’t get free.
Sleeping becomes a thing of the past
Eating…well only if I must
Concentration, what’s that again?
Come on now I won’t let you win
6 days without my magic pills
And now my life is rolling down the hill
But you see bipolar I know your game
You make me happy so I think I’m sane.
But it’s really you all along I know
But with these pills you won’t get through.
And Maybe I will never be,
The girl I always used to be,
But bipolar I’m afraid to say
Your little games are just child’s play
I am sound in body and in mind.
I told you before; my mind you will never find.
But when you get through like you do
Here’s a few things I have to say to you:
Stop me sleeping if you must
And with not eating a few pounds I’ve lost
I do enjoy when I’m happy
But then I know I’m going to feel crappy
But what really scares me the most
Is when you turn me into this ghost
The one who struggles just to breath
The one who has now taken over me
I’ll do you a deal what do you say?
One that says we can both play
I’ll take the pills to keep you at bay
As long as you now go away.
Do your thing, but keep it maintained
Please oh please just let me stay sane
Come visit once in a while if you must
But please don’t turn me into dust
I know we have a deal for life
You and I like husband and wife
But with every relationship
Compromise must be made……….
You can stay rent free in my head
As long as you’re so quiet it’s like you’re dead
I know sometimes you’ll make me sad
But please Bipolar….don’t let me go MAD.
She helped him lift his case out of the boot
a veil of sadness crept across her face,
her arms wrapped round his waist, he followed suit
a lingering kiss topped off their long embrace.
Reluctantly she came down from tiptoe,
her fake smile betrayed by honest eyes,
his one step back signalled it's time to go,
the nod she gave the simplest of replies.
Their parting haunted me all through the day,
her sorrow mixed with an intense desire
the fierceness in them as they hugged that way
for this was more than love, this was like fire.
Something occurred to me since there I sat
I think I can remember love like that
(* Note- The boot of a car in England is known as the 'Trunk' in other countries)
I know that it was not an easy feat, but with God's help, I really meant it back in '72 when I said, "I do" to the
question of, "Until death do us part?". On the job back in 1996 when I was still a young man, after
work one day, a few of us fellows started talking about our wives and how long we had been married. When
it came my turn to speak of our marital tenure, there was a bit of a stir if not down right, 'I can't believe it so'.
To the fellows I said, "My wife and I have been married for 25 years". One of the guys replied, "To the same woman?"
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When he discovered that big city life was not in his future,
He wasted no time, reversed his life, and made his departure.
The story has it that he accepted forty acres and a mule,
settled down in the land of cotton and became a farmer.
TELL THEM ABOUT A MAN NAME HENRY.
He married a beautiful young lady and started a big family.
He didn't whine and complain about the times being hard.
He knew that he was strong and that God would be with him.
He also knew that times would change, and he was harder than the times.
TELL THEM ABOUT A MAN NAME HENRY.
The mule turned into a big tractor and the forty acres grew larger.
He and his wife had six beautiful girls and eight 'football size boys'.
He beat the odds against failure, keeping his family fed, clothed, and warm.
God made a way for Alice and Henry. So few can be found like them today.
TELL THEM ABOUT A MAN NAME HENRY.
Remind his ten surviving children of the giant of a man that he was.
Tell all his grand and great grandchildren that he was 'an action hero'.
Tell them that a road named after him runs along the farm that he founded.
Tell them about the tears he refused to shed, and the pain he took like a man.
Tell them he saw them in the distance and bore the shame because of them.
Tell them! Tell them!! And keep on telling them about a giant of a man name HENRY.
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HFD
A thunderous roar, I boarded that plane,
A boy turned soldier, dancing with pain.
Sky's darkened whispers sang of despair,
With every heartbeat, I felt the cold air.
The flash of gunfire lit up my mind,
Jumping from heaven, leaving life behind.
A parachute tangled in fate’s cruel grip,
Falling shadows on a one-way trip.
I’m a ghost in the wreckage where heroes cry,
Walking wounded under this unforgiving sky.
Through the blood and chaos, I'll stand and fight;
In Panama’s wet night, I’ll reclaim the light.
Hit the ground hard like thunder on stone,
Echoes of war scream I’m not alone.
A Jeep rolls over dreams left in dust,
Panama army wheels turning hope into rust.
But when death came calling to finish me off,
I spun like a whirlwind and let anger scoff.
Sprayed bullets as answers to questions unasked,
I rose from the ashes—the hero unmasked.
I’m a ghost in the wreckage where heroes cry,
Walking wounded under this unforgiving sky.
Through blood and chaos I'll stand and fight;
In Panama’s night I’ll reclaim the light.
And there you were standing at death's cruel door—
Your eyes spoke of battles we fought before.
You’re just an echo now but your spirit remains;
Guiding me through these relentless chains.
Among shattered bodies and dreams torn apart—
Found your lifeless shell but there you stand.
Every breath stolen fuels fire inside—
For every fallen brother I've got to survive.
I’m a ghost in the wreckage where heroes cry,
Walking wounded under this unforgiving sky.
Through the blood and chaos I'll stand and fight;
In Panama’s night I’ll reclaim my light.
So raise up our voices for those who fell down—
We carry their stories through the battlegrounds.
With courage as armor against fear's cold embrace—
I'll hold their memory—their strength is my grace.
Evenings Light
Late afternoon, rainbow colours slither across my floor,
climbs up and over my audio, my video equipment,
streaks across the covers – between which family history lies
and lights up the frames, the pictorial history before my eyes.
Mother Nature’s breath, dances shadows of forest foliage
- with Father Suns refracted rays, his rainbow children,
his multi shaped Silhouettes, shadows of animated still life -
all throughout, permeating my four cornered room
as they sway, rock, weave, dance, crawl across my walls,
walls holding onto my history, my family’s history
as we look down upon me, me in games of solitaire.
As am I, and wonder why ?, there is no dance of life
in here, except from that which comes on light waves,
floating through – reflections of forest shadows,
refractions of light ( heavens rainbow children ) –
my living, dining room, my prison window.
( B. J. “A ” 2 )
May 3rd 2006
Beedazzled
The hornets appeared on the horizon.
Zipper was on lookout with Tryin’ Flyon.
The two of them were in an argument
And didn’t see the hornet’s a-flying.
In fear Tryin’ stumbled back and hit a plant,
And all the water came raining down with a mighty splash.
Sound the alarm! I can’t, Tryin’!
My wings are soaked through, said Zipper, nearly crying.
The two of them ran and watched as above a squadron of hornets,
Crashed down with a thud!
What have we got here lads? A couple of wet-through bees.
Please don’t hurt us, please!
Oh this doesn’t look good!
Shut up Tryin’, we are not scared of hornets.
You should bee, we’re bigger and stronger that you lousy maggots.
Zipper grabbed his stinger and said en garde!
The lead hornet laughed and insofar,
As to actually consider Zipper a threat,
Grabbed his stinger sword and said ok Bee, let’s!
The two of them fought and soon Zipper was no more.
Tryin’ was desperately trying to find a door,
But he was surrounded, soon to bee pounded,
Like the honey in the hive,
When it was deemed to bee too rounded.
But the hornets didn’t know that the two bees were a three.
Scaredy Bee flew off as fast as he could,
Heading back to the hive and brotherhood.
He didn’t wait to see what happened to Tryin’,
He was too busy screaming and rapidly flying.
The guards saw him approach at an incredible speed.
Who the heck is this? The fastest bee I’ve ever seen!
The guards said wait! He said no way!
And he was past them beefore they knew what else to say.
Did he say hornets? No way, get your ears fixed.
He did, he said hor…He said there were hornets!
With that the two guards turned tail and fled.
The commotion caused by Scaredy Bee was up ahead…
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
SET HUT!
One, Two, Three
March!
One, Two, Three
March!
One, Two, Three
March!
One, Two, Three
March!
‘Tention!
March!
Left, left, left right left
March!
Left, left, left right left
March!
Left, left, left right left
March!
Left, left, left right left
March!
Look to your left and what do ya see?
I see a dead man looking at me
March!
Look to your right and what do ya see?
I see a mother begging on her knees
March!
Look down the sights and what do ya see?
I see a child running away from me
March!
Look at the sky and what do ya see?
I see a sky full of souls that we have reaped
March!
Look at the ground and what do ya see?
I see a ground full of dead families
March!
At Ease!
March!
BEAUTIFUL BUT ENDANGERED
I’m a tall lanky, long legged creature,
stunning beauty, easily recognized.
Body marks separate me from others,
that’s why been told … I’m easy on the eyes.
Talk about eyes, my beamers not forget,
gigantic sultry, sexy bedroom eyes.
More alluring behind long thick lashes,
extraordinary … no one denies.
All the way down neck, flows short full mane,
no way competes with lips, soft, luscious, wet.
I’m more than looks, I’m an intelligent
creature God created … this don’t forget.
Like all Creation, I glorify God,
as a Giraffe, fear I’ll soon disappear.
Beautiful but critically endangered,
Is someone listening … does someone hear?
July 21, 2023
Contest: Jamming
Sponsor: Eve Roper