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On Autumn nights, under the watchful
eyes of stars, we shared fun and laughter
beneath their glow,
Listened to Crickets serenading the
moon,
Hours upon hours spent reminiscing
about days gone by,
With eyes closed, we saw reality leaving,
and dreams began to weave themselves
as we laid beneath the dazzling sky.
Autumn nights, long, damp and cold,
Warmly dressed, we would sit and listen
to ghosts' stories from days of old,
Children in Halloween costumes and
pumpkin baskets sang trick-a-treat,
trick-a-treat,
Painted little faces shout with excitement
as they receive gifts of toys and sweets.
On crispy Autumn nights, we would
gather in the park and patiently sit,
Waiting to toast marshmallows and
roast chestnuts around Bonfires once
lit,
The smoky scent infuses the chilly breeze,
Causing everyone to huddle close
together so as not to freeze.
Autumn nights bring nostalgic memories
back, a time for reflection,
And as the Bonfires began to fade, we
would leave each going in a different
direction,
With some taking the chance to reflect
as we navigated through the dark,
Then, one by one, we dropped our
negative thoughts and feelings
among the fallen leaves and wet
bark.
By Zyrool
The boss is coming to school today.
Hooray hooray hooray hooray
I used to like him a bunch, I really did.
But this year he’s fallen into quite a skid.
Being a school counselor has challenges enough.
But being assigned to two schools is more than tough.
My health is going down, my energy depleted.
I am not happy to see him, blaming him as I’m defeated.
The boss is coming to school today
I might want to stay at home, I truly might.
The boss is coming to school today.
I do not want to see him, things are not all right.
Being a school counselor has paperwork galore.
I hate paperwork; it is something I deplore.
I never had to do this double work before.
He who assigned me this, I’d like to wipe up with the floor.
Fallen hero
The old man said to me
Trust but be sensitive
So many has fallen despite
Their good intention
Alot has been gun down
For fighting for their right
So my son
Be careful of what you wish for
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Oh my son
Be careful for what
You wish for
Cos the truth
can make you wanted
In this wild world
Fallen hero
The old is wise
while sitting down
He can see to say
What the young mind
Can't explore at their prime age
Cos he speaks from knowledge
And mind full of experiences
A truthful old man is a big blessings
To his community
He is like a living library
So respect the old men around you
Visit them
Talk with them
Ask them questions
If you seek wisdom
Cos the best words
I remember the old man told me was
Tell me what you want
Tell me what you need
Oh my son
Be careful for what
You wish for
Cos the truth
can make you wanted
In this wild world
Can I be frank with you my love?
There's no one else who I think of
Can I be frank with you my dear?
I always want you to be near
Can I be frank with you my sweet?
Compared with you none can compete
Can I be frank with you bluebird?
You're my choice, the one preferred
I want to walk my life with you
Through meadows, glades and pastures new
Filled with scents of coming spring
Flowers, grasses, everything
That symbolizes love newborn
A sunrise on a brand new morn
The promise of another day
To start again a different way
It's happened, what am I to do?
I've fallen deep in love with you
No one knows, no one can
Secure with me yet I still plan
For someday in a French chalet
With orchids watching, on display
I'd take your hand and on one knee
Ask if you would be with me
To all my fallen homies, know you're not forgotten/
I'm constantly pouring bottles in your memory/
When I'm awake, I feel your energy around me/
So I'm striving to be on top, on top is where my spot is/
I'm fighting demons trying to knock me off this mountain/
I work too hard to mount it, still feeling like I'm climbing/
Even though they want to knock and try to stop me/
They won't knock me off my pivot, trying to box me, I box 'em/
My homies were Malefic influenced and was persistent/
On doing the things that demons persuaded/
And the bed that they made, was the bed they lay in/
The demons they fought, was the demons I'm slaying/
From that drain in their brains, to that flame in their veins/
Spawning fire breathing dragons, blowing smoke like a train/
Front line banging that war drum/
Redrum that come with sniffles, you know my gist/
Like a fist punch, you catching a fist/
Or a wind you can't resist, you catching my drift/
We were dropped in poverty, so death is inevitable/
I'm here to give you knowledge/
You can eat up like edibles/
The same knowledge that Satan gave to Adam and Eve/
That turned them into God's, deprived them of Heaven's stool/
So to all my fallen homies, you will rise again/
Real homies don't die, we only multiply/
Rise and come together, we never divide/
Reverse domino effect, we fall and bounce back up/
Mass incarceration, population control/
Psychological warfare, brain washing the soul/
Homies don't have a chance, we are fallen/
We are only remembered by loved ones and homies/
That's why I'm pouring out this liquor every Sundays/
Locked up or in a grave, is the only way they want us/
Guns, drugs and money is our only components/
The government and the system is our only opponent/
Dark clothes, dark clouds is how we live our lives/
When we're mourning, depressed in our daily vibes/
We keep on living, regardless we won't ever give up/
RIP to the fallen homies that went back to dust/
Sounds from my footsteps are muffled by the newly fallen snow
The air is cold and all is hushed as I walk a path I know
White flakes have fallen quickly throughout this winter's day
And now there is a deep blanket over this silent wooded way
Stately trees stand quietly watching as I walk this forest trail
Snow has covered their northern sides like a heavy veil
Fir trees bow their burdened branches as I pass slowly by
And in these quiet moments I can almost hear them sigh
The end of my trek draws closer and slowly the sun begins to sink
The snow that once was bright white is now tinged by sunset pink
Peace and beauty surround me here - it takes my breath away
So I stand here silently and wish that I could stay
Contest Name: A Winter Couplet
Theme: a winter's walk
The mad wind passed swiftly through the city showing mankind no pity, it captivate everything in its path, ripping up the cornfields, throwing down utility poles and opening up closed door. It circles around the creeks scaling sunlit mountains, mixing earth with stones and dressing the heavens with the gowns flying over the throne. It roots up the landfills, and settles beneath the foot of the hill circling, and twirling around for the eye that is set on the throne. It spews out a terrible sound reminding the people that destiny is around. It hisses and lashes, sending wooden planks over the bend and carrying the concrete a hundred meter down the lane.
The people run around the bend, looking for shelter underneath the altar but the mad wind drag them out and cause the entire town to jump and shout. It move ferociously around the pig pen and dances around the chicken coop, and drive the roosters from the roof, the ducks began to run too , wagging their bumpy tails and saying how do you do.
Zinc and pans, bucket and lamps crowd the street and debris flying in the air, landing in the bushes, and the middle of the streets, slowly erupting the town’s heart beat.The mad wind is moving towards the east, and I can finally get some peace. The sun is burning in the west, and I don’t have to fret, the fire is down to the wire and the vision is moving closer and some people are still looking for an answer.
I stand there breathlessly looking at the damages it left behind, overturned house fallen trees dug out road and overturned boats stalled cars in the middle of the street, and a temperature that lit up the street .Dead bodies floating in the rivers and screaming voices are heard from all places .People trapped onto of the roof and widow suck into the chimney with foot shaking up side down and head buried in the ground. The mad wind keeps moving leaving nothing unturned and the grey skies trembling in the sun leaving nothing undone and so the mad wind resides in the east.
Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend,
hurl giant underbellies of sound downward -
climactic events galvanize grouting and glass.
The next boom is distant, yet lightning streaks
across closed eyes.
Backyard bones are starkly illuminated,
perhaps even scorched?
An astral mythology shakes its bright spears.
Is that the crackling of flaming grasshoppers?
Then on the roof, a thud and flopping of metallic fins,
is it an alien craft or an armored coelacanth?
For an instant, minds are thrown out of their skins.
Parallel lines collide; pidgins drop, stunned
by a siren sky.
From an upturned trashcan lid, an electric Venus
is seen rising from her ancient scallop.
She is sexually charged and triumphantly aglow,
about her, the fallen twitch on.
The sun's a majestic and radiant power
And all it caresses is warmed by its kiss.
It revives each day with a new beginning,
But in evening, succumbs to twilight's dim bliss...
To be bright and radiant as the rising sun,
Yet glow softly as sunset when day is done.
The moon, such a solemn and lonely sphere
Lays like a jewel on the velvet of night;
A defined silhouette on the darkness of sky,
Reflecting a tranquil, but mysterious light...
To be bold and cool as the moon's icy spark,
Yet meek as the shadows that hide in the dark.
A breeze playfully stirs in the fresh morning air
As it travels its way unhindered and free,
At impulse can turn into a gale of a wind,
A determined master of the land and the sea...
To be childlike and free as a soft summer breeze,
Yet impelling and strong as a wind felling trees.
The misty whisper of a drizzling rain,
Quiet and soothing as a gentle hum,
Can become the beat of a different song
With torrential pounding like a jungle drum...
To be gentle and coy as the raindrops of spring,
Yet persevering as a rainstorm's wildest fling.
The crystalline flakes of a snowfall descend
Creating vast blankets of whiteness that gleam,
Superficially masking the time-weathered earth,
A vision to behold, so peaceful and clean...
To be light and fragile as the new-fallen snow,
Yet deep as the earth that is lying below.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Premiere Contest: No. 256
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 01/02/2017
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: 1st Place Only
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 10/23/2016
~1st Place~
Contest: 'Soulidified'
Verlena S. Walker
Judged: 04/06/2015
she ran her fingers down his cheek,
And across his weathered shoulder,
in and out of the holes in his t shirt,
down his emancipated arms,
tracing the track marks with her fingernail,
there was a fresh plaster today,
that made 4,
4 pieces of tape holding his arm together
she felt loss for the fallen pieces of her man,
soon he would have more plaster than skin,
she wanted to chuckle at the thought of her plaster man,
but she didn’t have the energy,
they hadn’t eaten today,
she couldn’t remember if she’d eaten yesterday either,
An open can of cider lay on the floorboards next to her mattress,
At least she’d had something she thought to herself,
there was an odour in the air,
a off smell,
she thought she recognised it but...
couldn’t quite focus on it,
It’s familiarity danced in the background of her thoughts,
“what’s the smell”
she asked,
“hey”
she summoned what energy she had and nudged him,
“wake up lover” she half spoke,
half slurred,
“hey” she said again,
She tried to concentrate on when he’d last got high,
she couldn’t think of when she’d last got high,
She knew she’d been asleep,
“Wake up”
She threw her arm over his shoulder and pulled him over towards her,
His eyes were open,
His mouth was open..
All at once she remembered that smell,
Suddenly she remembered everything,
In that moment,
She was left with nothing,
Nothing but the recognition of what death smelt like.