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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
by Odin Roark
Early last night
thinking got heavy.
Uncomfortable feelings crept in.
The mix was,
I don't know…
Revealing, I guess.
How much?
How much is one person supposed to carry?
How strong this body thin?
Have I not hammered enough nails,
untangled enough twisted synaptic vines?
When will it be finished,
this lean-to in the forest of high-rise expectancies,
these mindscapes where insomniacs of abandoned conscience
meet persistent awareness in flames?
Is there only sitting alone on empty subway cars
careening through express stops,
where ghosts of ancient ether float suspended,
waving their giddy hands as the blur passes,
where the burning midnight oil insistence
searches for better light,
illuminated dream signs,
visions that never cease?
That was before I reached the last stop,
climbed the stairs into midnight darkness,
listened to my cacophony of silence,
pushed through that familiar door,
straddled my stool at O'Riley's,
made my pencil write,
while five and dime glassware
became faceted crystal of my dreams,
sloshing melted memories about,
elbowing their way into napkin after napkin,
crossed out words after crossed out words,
caramel river after caramel river,
finding my liver oh so accommodating.
Later last night,
I found my perch atop the familiar railing.
You know,
the same one as before,
and before,
and before,
studying the arc.
Did you know water runs deepest
when you know it's really the right time?
And they keep telling me two-hundred feet
allows plenty of gravity to collect.
But…
They've got me in this awful green room again.
Took my pencil.
Gave me a crayon.
Black this time.
Words don't care.
Curls and lines.
Paper doesn’t care.
Late last night,
they said I had to stay awhile.
Again, you know,
‘til I convinced them, again
that I'm all here,
all together,
just a little lonely,
no harm.
You know,
I'm thinkin'
there's gotta be another way,
you know.
Better than making you up all the time.
Maybe we could meet,
you and me.
Coffee.
Nothin’ fancy.
Just...
Maybe early
tomorrow night,
before my believin’ gets heavy again.
Maybe?
Sweetheart?
The mother who loves her baby
more than her own life
Licked the withered baby tenderly
And then, her long weak trunk rest on the baby
Serenely drop-off hot tears for want of liberty
Love is sharper than a diamond edge;
big as the sea, and deeper without end
The lives trapped in a deep abandoned well
Little water left over from the long drought
Is a lucky gift from unlucky fate?
The baby was a tiny innocent scapegoat
Sluggish creature remained calm
Under the hungry belly of weeping mother
That it brings her incredible pain
Determination of the mother
To release from the bondage is awesome
Starved and weak and scarcely fit to crawl,
tried to find a way across the rocky wall
Gravity pulls them back so tightly together
She thought and recalled about wonderful days
“We travelled along leisurely
Over moorlands and forests and plains
with full of vegetation and abundant water valleys
No one interrupted us and any fences and barricades!”
“Freedom is our heritage
Gift of ancestors the pasture lands,
Green forest canopy, clean water holes
And passages through life and many more
For our existence!
Those who invaded our habitat
Charged at us brutally
Oh… my kith and kin vanishing slowly”
She tried not to shedding tears,
Group of people gathered around the top edge of the trap
There was a pandemonium!
Some scolded “you rascal how much our crops destroyed”
While some deep-hearted men and women,
Express grief for their momentous fate in silence
They dropped some thing to eat miserable captives
Still the mother or kid has no idea
About the rescue operation planned for them
That leaves her withered heart burning
“They have shown their prodigious ferocity
They were not warned beforehand
Human beings are beasts that consume
Even the life of an innocent little one!
Listen! The only force stronger than cruelty
is the bond formed among a mother and child!”
J.Weerakkody
Down, down, down in the burial ground, goes horrible Cosmos;
everything he did was so awful: feel sympathy for his victims!
Way down into the cold darkness we plunge,
there's no deep water to save our brittle bones;
it's the outcome of grief to express rage...
death waits for an occasion to toss cyclones!
Too beautiful were our younger days
when all we saw was pretty roses,
and the wide smile of our caring mother
who spent more time with us than our father!
Down, down, down into the burial ground, goes horrible Cosmos;
everything he did was so awful: feel sympathy for his victims!
We heard sermons in church and sang songs,
we were closer to God and he was closer to us;
God looked in people's hearts, he favored Ruth
for her loyalty and devotion to Him more than others;
today, preachers have created a distance from Heaven,
God does not hear their twisted words of an ugly truth:
Mary's undisputed faith in Him can lead us to salvation!
Down, down, down into the burial ground, horrible cosmos;
everything he did was awful: feel sympathy for his victims!
How bleak our future looks: young people steal and kill,
they were given no sense of guilt: all they know is hate;
most of them have no father at home to control their will,
they don't have an insightful soul, they accept no debate!
Down, down, down into the burial ground, goes horrible Cosmos;
everything he did was so awful: feel sympathy for his victims!
-I love the simplicity of the old one. But this extended version is special, I think...-
Caskets unmade
Naked bodies sprawled in waste
Yellow, white and pale brown skins all in one
Emaciated fear lingering in the pale eyes
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp
Nostrils used to the stench
Ready or not, embracing the ash
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief
Colder eyes than the dead themselves look on
They are bored, it seems
Untainted by the sound of groans
Unmoved by the crack of weak spines
Spineless themselves, these guards even smile
Frozen, blue eyes iced with a sneer
Black, demonic pupils steadied overtime
The corpses reflected in their transparent gloss
Teeth grind
A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Small, calloused fingers clutch the last of his father
The eternal frowned mouth is caked with drool, tears and muck
Hair whitened as if ghosts have stolen his youth
This bone is jagged and worn
Once used by force as a bowl for his insect-infested meal
Shakily given to Her—the last She would eat
Before the officials watched Her slowly starve
Today the bone will be used as a shovel—his final labor
Last effort for closure
The boy knows they are all looking
Both the enemy and the oppressed unified
All experiencing, all watching
He simply knows that overtime,
Tears of hope will decompose the hardest of hearts
And the boy drives his shovel into the hard ground
Pounding away at the chilled, blood-stained soil
Drowning out the groans with his own cries
Flooding the dryness with his sorrows
Breaking up the surface to bury Sleeping Kate
Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .
The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .
Teach Me
(Verse 1
I didn't know
those were the words that was said
teach me
how to think with my heart instead of my head
teach me
I never knew
now like I do
that true love come true
I didn't know
that things are not always good
teach me
how to be understood
(chorus)
teach me teach me
what I need to know
teach me teach me
so I want let go
teach me all that's instilled
teach me how to express the way I feel
Verse 2
I love to be taught
I can understand it
teach me
how to not get tooken advantage
teach me the game
teach me that
due seasons change
teach me a lesson
one that can be earned
teach me manners
it's your turn
chorus)
teach me teach me
what I need to know
teach me teach me
so I want let go
teach me all that's instilled
teach me how to express the way I feel
hook
I didn't know
now I do
I want to be taught I want to be held
with everything in life I want to excel
chorus)
teach me teach me
what I need to know
teach me teach me
so I want let go
teach me all that's instilled
teach me how to express the way I feel
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written By:Concetta Hardnett
9/3/2019
With a spiral staff and a wizard’s hat, the creature entered her habitat.
Sensing presence before he'd gone far, she transmogrified into a scar.
Placed herself on her familiar, a mystical magical, yellow tabby cat.
Candles were lit; he wondered why she had left her cottage like that.
A powerful magic he brought into this eerie, creepy Halloween night.
A few mice scampered quickly down shelves and out of sight.
Had the witch hanged into a rat? He said a spell and swirled his hat.
Scar was silent, but he was hissed at with feeling by the witch’s cat.
Maybe a cat, he thought, and he gave his wand a swirl.
The cat’s whiskers changed rapidly, turned into a magnificent curl.
If he had hit the scar, she would have been revealed, and in danger.
But he missed. She appealed to her spells before he could change her.
He had changed her once, but not this time. She was smarter now.
She filled the room with smoke and gave her spell books a “wow!”
Then she swished her own wand and he disappeared out of sight.
Witch bests warlock reported the Halloween Express that night.
We talk our share
Of heart breaks
We speak on
Times of heartaches
We found ourselves
In situations
We're we can't
Move beyond
Being together
When words can't
Express what we feel
And when what we
Feel is real
And nothing anyone
Says is in your favor
We turn to when
Pray we can start
Over again
And hope this beganning
Will end those times
When we thought we
We're through
If only she says yes
And in time she'd
Confess and tell me
All those things
I thought I. Knew
You know like remember
When
And then
those times I'd
Spend,
These times speaking
About. How I was
Gonna get back with you
Tell you everything
Cause we don't know
What tommorrow
Brings
I pray to never
Hear the words
We are through
But since I have
You here
Let me say this
My dear
I've enjoyed
Spend my time
Loving you
This morning I awoke in this wonderful place
I turned and viewed, the most beautiful of face
She was lying beside me naked as birth
Blond haired and tanned, being the first was worth
She opened her eyes and prompted me to say
"My darling Eve you look beautiful today,
Your fruitful body all pinky and peached,
Our first unification is about to be seeked"
I stood, she arose as we headed to the stream
We blessed each other in this land of dreams
Washing and caressing under a sky so blue
Holding her to my heart this feeling of true
I look into her eyes as I pull my Eve to me
"Take my hand and I shall lead you to the tree.
Upon the ground we'll lay and reach within our souls
For on this very day, we shall rejoice in our eternal extol"
As we lay on the grass, with the roots of life all around
Plants and animals of different species resonate our surrounds
The sky becomes even bluer, whilst the sun rains down on us
Today's the day when woman and man express their loving discuss
Below the tree I say "Our moment will be so special, our fruits
will bear us son's. For we are the worlds tomorrow, it's future
has just begun" We lie wrapped in each other, consummating first love
To the skies we look we know he's there looking down at us from above
To my Eve, Simone Segal
In the shimmering heat waves under midsummer blazing sun,
for he doesn’t know the meaning of the abundance of waters
the overflowing river,
quenched his thirst with boiling sand
while looking at the sky to find a tomorrow
in somewhere on the other side of passing cloud.
He was forgotten saguaro standing one leg on the ground
with both arms spread open in the middle of wilderness
like a weather-beaten lonely scarecrow,
though there were no birds to drive away.
Under the scorching sun, with great patience,
he was standing in the stony field as a stem of cactus,
his skin was slashed and torn opened by the stinging sunrays,
and from those open wounds, the prickles gruesomely grew
to lessen the pains. However, days and nights of intolerable
tortures forced him to become a worthless piece of burned stake,
the stake that of no will, no breath, and no significance, and therefore,
no word to express the feelings of his own is in it.
He trusted the words,
“as long as stand steadfastly
and patiently wait in the field,
though there is no season of spring or autumn,
for life is tough and will is the root cause of existence,
one day, you’ll become a beautiful flower,” and waited a long.
He never bloomed though after those long waits
but collapsed in the shimmering heat waves as a piece of
half burned charcoal that will never be burned again even if
wind rises. He, now, lies there as an ugly distorted figure
on the ground without a substance, a shadow of ghostly image.
Written: February 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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I long to explore
the depth of your flummoxed mind,
fathom the forms of
your emotions,
and outline the scenery of
in dreams of avarice
It seems to be the right time
to thrive, to flourish
In this sacred space,
we build together,
from strands of gloom
where whispers bear root
and emotion bloom.
in quiet, we'll savor
the halcyon garden
of dancing daffodils
and radiant rays,
beyond splendid orbs
and fluttering, fickle flowers
Can't you catch a glimpse
of life not being all gray?
We have never felt so uplifted
and so high full of hope!
waiting wistfully beneath
the whispering willow.
As time ticks by,
I have been tallying,
and now it's time
to amend our perspective.
On this onyx challenge, I face,
there are no winners to find.
My role isn't to create
splattered, noxious rhymes;
rather, I often seek escape from it all.
I strive to express
our communion,
as we sow and reap
In this shared space
Of ideas and inspirations,
to freeze the marvelous symphony
within your solipsistic gaze;
don't you long to
reconnect with my maze,
the joy of everyday life?
and capture that fantastic
Melody in my spirit too?
It only takes a moment,
or so they say.