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Contest: 1493
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Poem written and posted on 080126
The first 3 letter of 'Yesterday' spell 'Yes'.
But beware and be wise about saying 'Yes'
To your yesterdays. Many of them could
Be very dangerous to your 'Today'.
The idea of such can be very appealing,
But it can also be most deceptive and
Leave one with the need for much healing.
Experience often teaches us to chart our
Yesterdays as we would a minefield. One
Unwise or inadvertant move could be
Explosive and destructive.
So, let us beware, be wise, be prayerful,
and handle our yesterdays with care.
(Apropos of Hughes’s Proverbial Question)
What happens when rotten strange fruit…
Hanging from trees of auction block wood
Become stinking pieces of black flesh…dried blood
Putrefying in murderous streets…?
When crystallized tears of remorse…Laden and loaded
With explosive grief…flow down weary faces
Wrinkled by time’s trials, tribulations…treacherousness—
And neglect of freedom, justice and equality
All become like inconsequential sunned raisins and festering sores…?
When visions of deferred dreams become blurred realities—
Fogged by the steam of volcanic anger—Pray tell…What happens?
Pray tell…What happens? And then what?—Pray tell!
Conversation with my four-year-old grandson Max.
“I cannot throw the ball one more time, Max. I am old.”
He glares at me. “No, you’re not.”
“I am. I really am.”
I throw the ball ten more times.
“I mean it Max, I have to stop. I am tired. I have a cough.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I really do.”
He comes closer and looks at me hard.
I try to cough, putting myself into an explosive coughing fit.
He gives a couple of fake coughs.
We stare at each other.
“I’ve had my cough for three whole weeks, “ I tell him.
“How long have you had your cough?”
Brown eyes look at me closely. “Sixty-eight weeks,” he says smoothly.
I keep throwing the ball.
Today,
I wake energetic,
lungs clearing of lingering tobacco fog.
Kinetic energy, thoughts of poetry
inhabit my mind during my morning jog.
First at slow speed to warm up my thighs.
Long strides, deep breaths, my afro bounces in my eye.
I stop at this pavilion about a hundred yards in,
pull the picnic tables close, my core training begins.
Usually I'll push fifty, get up and keep jogging.
Today I did one hundred, jumped up, and started sprinting.
After an hour
now I'm l
i
m
p
i
n
g
my right knee trembling in pain.
An old football wound,
sustained,
in the ninety seven campaign.
I throw my knee brace on,
now I can maintain.
After about an hour of flowing perspiration.
My push-ups, sit-ups, and crunches,
an explosive core combination.
focused integration, isolation,
my abdomen begins to form..
Thankfully I'm done because I think it's about to storm....
Jared Pickett
6/3/2010
Asavvy1
Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts !
One transformative honest experience and we
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive"
filled with adroitness and clumsiness alike
Profound changes in ones individual essence
can be an awakening of great disturbance
Within the ring of fire, boundaries co-exist
illumination is feasible if it is undeniable !
Magnetic moments in the soul reinforced
through our dreams, hopes, and fears....
Owning both destructive and creative powers
our souls do make choices each and every day
Both volcanoes and souls contain openings
and when the day of reckoning is near
we either choose to lay dormant or explode
it all depends upon our soul's barcode...
an
essential focus
self-analysis
of the
instinctive urge
a contrast so stark
explicit
invisible
as
explosive
exploits are portrayed
a mantle
of a perogative
whipped
manipulated
yet so delicate
in self-satisfaction
self-irony
to the fore
sensibility
so friable
lacking solidity
as
fluidity surfaces
the immediacy
pauses &contrasts
as formal
tension
is magnified
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Why did you invoke pain in my heart?
You have created a black hole in my heart,
Countless galaxies and stars I have swallowed,
No emotions or feelings are left behind in my heart.
Wish you had given a few rays of hope in my heart,
I would have become a supernova in the explosive creation mode of universe,
Many galaxies, stars, and planets would have born in my heart,
All bonded together in love in the dark world of starry skies.
I am heart broke,
I watch moon revolving around the earth,
In my thoughts and dreams,
I revolve around with gravitational attraction around my love.
In dark or moonlit nights,
Enchanted with the glimmer of twinkling stars,
Heart flies and sits amongst the stars,
Hoping my lover would take a glimpse with her beautiful eyes.
In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs the action within observed,
Then swerves I'm pitching curves a gentleman well reserved,
I'm classic because I practice my passion bring satisfaction,
Imagine the acrobatics of circumstances enacted,
On paper with just a pen meditate then begin,
Fusing my thoughts within with music inhaling scents,
Of candle lit cinnamon my ritual so intimate,
With cleverness I invent miraculous I'm convinced,
My poetry heaven-sent please pardon my arrogance,
Cause I was afraid to win but mentally made amends,
To never be scared again and grow from the commentary,
Some cats will always hate a lesson from Tom and Jerry,
My poetry animated a visualized brand I made it,
Never contaminated passing examinations,
With all honor and glory unto the Lord that's before me,
And all poets with stories I pray you make it cause surely,
It's hard to write a verse that quenches the people's thirst,
Hoping your equals nurse the love you reimbursed,
From being a fan first to writing your best-worse,
Creation is adverse with patience the craft works,
So please acknowledge this in the presence of politics,
Engaging your common sense to a poet this dominant,
With word play in rhythm observe Hey I'm winning!,
Concur they beginning to merge grace within him.
Thanks.
Drop Zone
(contest entered “Make their jaws drop”)
Singing and her little jaw dropping and closing for tune and
amazing melodies enchanting the maize to mature
Fatima was herding the sheep after school
beautiful a child of nature innocent humming
Just one animal at a time nurtured wandering
wondering slaughtered sacrificed in time for food
when water would come for the garden and soul
the thunder approaching bringing gifts droplets of growth
Heaven ignited a lullaby combusting when explosive torrents descended
liquefied imprinted her little mind again and once more
The bombs brought tears and fears desolation
fire shrapnel on impact from Gods of greed and exploitation
Fatima’s tune and prayers stopped in time for sheepish
scattering shattering bleeding disembowelment
Her jaw dropped one final time when the bones crushed
and she and her dismembered jaw fell to the ground
27th May 2016
I'll love you if you love me,
respect you if you respect me,
I'll help people that I actually hate
to kill the unhappiness they create
I'll speak truth, won't avoid being straight
falseness traits, fakes, liars I don't appreciate,
I'll only manipulate those whom manipulate,
it's a one off for me, I'll let the evil devastate,
I'll let people abuse me to the point they don't care,
they'll miss me and want me back when I'm not there,
I'll notice intentions and seem most unaware,
I'll build up your confidence and kill it when you dare
I can see your opinion and your point of view,
understand why you do what you do,
so I can be on your side and see you truly too,
and when you try to get me I'll see it before you
You can't hurt me twice if you didn't hurt me once,
nothing and no one will change past influence,
narcissists love me and use me like a sponge
they win but I'll have won destroying their sense
I'm an Empath who is kind caring and easily led,
when I look at people I see only the best,
my heart overpowers the thoughts in my head,
but I'll always seek truth and I'll leave you for dead
However you treat me your intent is noticed,
I'm nice but my evil side is explosive
but I wont use it unless yours is noted
I only want nice things and that's how I live
It's a way people see as their advantage
and set about using me as theirs to manage,
until man oh man I hate to do this,
forced to defend myself and cause you damage
I'll be loyal if you're loyal
I'll be your friend and best mate,
if you know an empath like me
please don't realise to late