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Tale to Tell
It is a well known fact that walking is a very good exercise. So I walk
regular to keep myself fit perfect. One afternoon I was walking on river side
to watch twilight. Outgoing Sun was displaying colourful patterns on evening
sky dispersing rays at random. Splendid spectrums were pasted on sky
album. I was enjoying variable patches of bright hues slowly fading away.
Sun went down kissing sky at horizon.
Twilight bade bye and I started walk back to home.
Darkness covered surroundings very soon. Dusty dusk encompassed.
Evening merged into night. That night was a starry night of No Moon.
But charcoal turquoise sky spread tapestry of twinkling silvery spangles
of stars in gorgeous glamorous mode. My feet were too tired, I wished a
car- lift. I did not stop but was walking leisurely in unmindful steps.
Meanwhile I was attracted with a sudden glow flashing behind.
I chanced to see the headlight of a car approaching towards me not from
very far. I rejoiced. As very often I had noticed that my strong will power
acts sharp and prompt. I wished a car-lift and car is approaching me.
To stop the car, I showed my hand and went road side to wait and stand.
But the car simply ignored me and was moving away without stopping.
Surprisingly the car was in so slow motion, I took the risk and boarded the
car. Sitting comfortably I looked aslant. I got shocked and stunned to see
the seat of the driver lying vacant. Car was going on its own but very
slowly as if a man was walking unwillingly.
10/14/22
Chapter 1 Contest
First Place
Contest by Matt Caliri
The narrow ledge
Led down from the ridge
Taking the steep side
Each step piloting
This descent into the heart song
Abiding deep within our longing spirit
Pivoting beams of sun flash
Through the soft flowing blanket of trees
Below to the far woodland floor
It's light cascading to stream
Between the real and imagined
Binding the present truth to Evermore
This searcher of beauty
This pathfinder of eternal love
Comes to rest from this journey
To find one's self deep within
Where the forest grows silent and lush
Where the soul finds peace
Holding to this enchanted secret
Encompassed in this timeless place
Deep within the well
Of something that always was
And has been the gap
Between the connection of our souls
And the ingredients of our map
Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece,
Seeing his life story as the layers release.
I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare.
I guess I expected a melting clock here or there.
Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador.
Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more.
Three of the statuesque figures are full life size.
The painting is over twelve feet high, quite a surprise.
For his toreador with all the masculine strength of Spain.
He chose a goddess of feminine beauty not in vane.
Encompassed in her body is the face of the toreador.
His cream shirt and the button to hold it, as placed before.
The toreador’s green tie fits neatly into place.
Flies marching in straight lines, his hat they retrace.
A splash of color and patterns depict his suit of lights,
The bull exploding through his cape is in our sights.
A Dalmatian dog, its head down to the ground.
Is in what would seem light flickering all around.
And a tiny portrait of Dali as a boy is to the dog’s right.
Dali’s wife is in a cameo top left, she hates the bull fight.
His whole painting is the bull fighting arena to engage.
The magnificent toreador is resplendent in center stage.
The color and flow of the scene being artfully set.
Such hallucinations and even more to be found yet.
Venus is so cold and sedate, the flamboyant toreador.
Swishing his giant cape masterfully the crowd adore.
He shows the banderillos used to taunt the bull.
Blood shows as blue and the bullfight is here to its full.
Could it be ironic a swarm of Girona flies once deterred a fight.
Yet as strong as the bull is, it can do nothing to escape its plight?
Illusion of Intrusion
The illusion laced with confusion how, so many think they know, only too get lost in the hunt for the perception of ease.
Please, the one that matters most.
Protect and hold your true feelings close, while taking another dose.
Only to brag and boast, giving a toast to the night air, to stare. Wondering is anything ever fair.
Yet, you find yourself still ready to declare sentiments, for those that are no longer there.
Now, it's just an unsettling feeling of lust. Whispering those words, who do you trust?
Denying the things that unfold, behold the things that have turned cold. This intrusion; this illusion of truth, that has left you bitter, with one night stands. Sadness falls, wasteful is the game.
Shame, when there are more losers than winners. Leaving things the same way you arrived.
Survived, when taking aim at ones heart, where all things start and shall remain.
Encompassed by the wants and needs.
Freed to take heed of all adversity, even when stricken with uncertainty. University of clarity, which has risen within view, to pursue that which is real. Instilling that which is faith, hate when there was doubt. Hope when there was pain. Love still remained, embedded within these veins.
Darius Howard
Love Me Mercilessly
This ring, hot, like a brand against my skin.
Agonizing, blissful, as it permanently leaves its mark.
I covet you. I crave you. I need you.
I want your love to burn right through me.
Suffocate me. Breathe you in, fill my lungs, gasping, drowning, euphoric.
Bring me to the brink of death, with the tips of your fingers. Touch me.
Lips like cyanide; seeped through my veins, encompassed, lost in your kiss.
Your gaze pierces me like a knife.
My tortured heart beats as if its only mission is to escape its cell.
Cut down deep. Expose this frail beating heart.
I gave you my life, and you loved me mercilessly.
Take me, destroy me, envelope me, we soon become one.
I am you. You are me. We are.
Your eulogy promises to be mine:
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to honor a man.
A man who sacrificed himself in two little words, and a promise to become one with me.”
In sacrificial death, you took my life with your own two hands. Till death do us part.
Bury me, leave me where I cannot be found. I’ll never leave you.
Let my epitaph read “Here lies the man who lost himself, when he found you.”
encompassed in the womb
through darkness, i felt touch
ethereal strums from fingers
against my unborn flesh
as a melody soothed
in rhythmic pulses
from your heart
...it's the only time i felt loved
you gave me life
taught me to walk
two steps shy of death's door
i crawled in the shadows, afraid
cowering in the algidity of a touch
i ached for in outstretch motions
as tiny fingers reached upward
reverting back with blades
that scribbled scores of depth
while trying to feel anything but anguish
...i wished to be unborn
you fed me
ugliness through affliction
of dispassionate glares
as you made me
unlove myself
starve myself
until i was but an empty shell
of what i could have been
...i will never be good enough
you gave me a house
filled with treasures, untouched
clothed me in ridicule
made me learn to crawl
on weakened knees
while filling buckets
with my tears, my echoes
shuddering down halls
where i curled up
and died, unheard
...you killed me inside
November 12, 2019
Pale Shelter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Series of scattered suffused sufferings
sprouting from shocks, stress and strain
appearing off and on in agitated brain
sometimes igniting anger
sometimes to lament or repent.
leading to diffused despondency.
reflexing complexity of perplexed mind.
All disarranged disorganised
rather jumbled up creating junk.
How to assemble! ! Totally bewildered, confused.
Juxtaposition in jugglery.
Meaningless thoughts in hazard haphazard manner
get crumpled, entangled, coiled turning surreal
fumbling voice of unimplemented wishes.
Pointless feelings suffocating.
Unfulfilled ambitions grumbling in vain.
Trying to get rid of nuisances.
Peculiar unthinkable happenstances
coming in dreams in streams.
drifting on garage clearance
through nasty nightmare.
May be Freudian slip of subconscious mind
encompassed by smothered sensual feelings.
All fuels are exhausted enfeebling my venture..
In last phase, it's only to ruminate over long past
No energy left to plan for too short future.
Most ridiculous even to think of past achievements,
an those have turned obsolete.
Failure - Success , Love - Betrayal, Happiness - Miseries
are jumbled swinging in juxtaposition.
Nwobi is stoic but shaken by troubles,
Akanji is strong-willed but engulfed in his fears,
Maikudi is focused but allied by foes,
N'jobu is Herculean but drifted by falsehood,
Mensah is persitent but blemished by inadequacies,
Katosi is obstinate but deprived of worth.
Siyabonga is inviolable but encompassed by defiance.
These black giants are caged up in these fates.
Held by shackles to prevent a forward push.
Alas! ,the hands,legs and these whole beings are set free.
The giants steps are being taken,
Steps out of the African strength,
Leaps so bold and long!
The true African nature!
Those leaps,totally setting free
these African heroes.
Humanity's arms have closed
A chill is in the air
Infinity wanders on forever
Friends lost once so dear
The wind swept sand in my eyes
Blindnes led me to the mountain
Guided by unknown voices
I carried on to reach Heavens' fountain
Parched, starved abandoned and alone
I fell helplessly to the ground
Where humanity had betrayed me
Angels from God did abound
No longer parched or weak or hungry
They filled my every need
Such overwhelming love and joy
I thought it was a dream
Non descriptive beings of light
Each and every one of them
Souls I would assume
Whom had risen to be with Him
Hours, days, I could not tell
Reality had left me in an Unworldly place
Unconscious, unaware but not alone
The Angels encompassed me with grace.
You ran from me, I told you not to. And you know what happens when you disobey me.
But it hurts. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
I told you it will stop hurting.
When?
What did I tell you about asking so many questions?
But–
No excuses.
And so it continues.
Four years of hurting and it never stops hurting,
He lies,
And his lies turn to mine,
Lying to my parents,
To my sister,
To my friends,
That everything is
Fine.
I paint a smile on my face even though
I can feel him
Everywhere.
The shower burns,
But the stinging feels like relief,
Like a semblance of understanding,
Of the pain.
The silence gets the best of me,
And I distance myself from everyone,
I convince myself it’s better for them,
Less they know,
Less they’ll worry,
Less it will hurt when I disappear.
I tape my eyes open,
Afraid to shut them,
Afraid to see him again,
Feel him again,
Be his again.
I scream with no sound,
I cry with no tears,
I thrash with no movement.
Stoicism has become my savior,
A desperate attempt at survival,
With a flat disposition,
No one can see the truth.
This is the debris,
This is what can stay,
This is what may remain
When he took my autonomy away.
I’m not some “survivor.”
There is no recompense
For all the hate that’s encompassed me,
I’m taking back what’s left.