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It took me years of training
to move my legs like this,
gliding over the granular
on long feet with curved width,
to make my legs flail left and right,
my upper half stock-still,
balancing and countering
so I won’t take a spill,
I’m going about forty-five,
but I’ve got no steel cage,
just long blades cutting through the white,
so long as it behaves.
Gravity is now my plaything,
as much as I am hers,
cross a mile in two minutes,
a small grace I have earned,
the blur of speed makes its own wind,
downs out the weaker noise,
just a fast bubble around me,
that calmness I enjoy.
Gray mercury says twenty-three,
but I don’t feel a thing,
you really only note the chill
when you have stopped moving,
my weight becomes a shifting ball,
it flows, then it slams home,
at other times it’s zero-G,
a feeling few have known.
Winter-brown trees are flashing past,
guiding the broad, white trail,
they remain still, branches don’t wave,
this time I am the gale,
it’s rare to find a day like this,
where crowds don’t slow you down,
when you can streak across the snow,
flying just off the ground.
There once was a sandwich, quite absurd,
who dreamed of speaking every word.
One morning crisp, it woke and cried,
“Oi! Who nicked my clock?” it sighed.
The chef just blinked, his whiskers twitching,
“Your clock? You mean your lettuce stitching?”
“No, no,” said Rye, “I’m telling you,
I’m late for lunch—I’ve got no clue!”
Tomato blushed and mayo sighed,
“Late for lunch? That’s tongue-tied pride.”
Pickles snorted, “Time to confess,
you’re just hungry—nothing less!”
The sandwich paused, then wryly said,
“I’m not just food—I’ve got a head.
A ticking tummy, rumbling loud,
and hunger’s king beneath my cloud.”
The chef just laughed, “You’re quite the jest,
a talking snack with time-obsessed!
But here’s a thought to fix your plight:
Eat you quick—you’ll be alright.”
The sandwich grinned, a cheeky bite,
“Eat me fast? Now that’s polite!
For clocks and snacks and lunchtime fuss,
nothing beats a nibble—trust!”
Lettuce leaned in, all crisp and cool,
“Don’t let your tummy be the fool.
Time’s not real, it’s just a trick,
a clever prank, a magic flick.”
Tomato winked, “So here’s the truth:
Life’s best served fresh, in prime youth.
Don’t watch the clock, just take a seat—
and eat your lunch before it’s beat.”
So if your sandwich starts to chatter,
and frets about the ticking matter,
don’t worry, friend, just laugh and munch—
sometimes even sandwiches crunch.
Winter’s frost with freeze does creep
Question, do I go in a car to flee?
or do I bend a yielded knee
The season heralds itself with glee
Maybe, I will stay or to go with a timely migration
This like nature’s birds that flock in a V formation
I start to pack all of most of my things that I do need,
this as if a squirrel is packing seeds
The time to choose is now
There are only but a few leaves left on the trees
The chill wind is in the new air breeze;
flakes freeze then slowly recede
I go, and whizz in my car at highway speeds
Flight tickets are in my hands;
the itinerary is set for the DR, Philippines,
and or maybe the country of Thailand
There, I put on a colorful short trunk
Pineapple juice with lemon and lime mixed;
Refreshingly squeezed into a glass then sipped
After this, I dash to take a relaxing sea swim dip
Glad, I did make my decision fast;
for sabbaticals in time do never, never last
"Tit for that is a fair game",they say;
A tooth for another,an eye for another;
One grave to a grave; blood washes away blood!
Darkness inspires night; tears dried with tears!
It is a slap for a blow; no harm is left undealt with;
No, it's not like a Bible with slap the right,I give the left,
The misperception of "fair"
Push me into the pond,I drag you to hell;
Spill my secret, I take your nudes viral;
Snatch my man,your uterus,I evacuate;
Ruin my beauty,your life, I'll claim;
There is no fairness,no justice,
It is pain for pain, nothing else,but pain for pain;
That's tit for tat,what they say is fair.
Where would I be? Where would you be?
With all this going on around,
Hit me,I explode you;
You insult them, and they set your mansion ablaze;
This,reminds me of 8year old Jacob,
Jacob accidentally killed Malcom,
And that was the end of his life,
Jacob was sent to the farthest, thickest jungle,
The excuse being; animals lived in the wild!
Jacob was an animal.
Two sons,one mother; and the mother lost both just like that;
Tit for tat is a fair game; point at the fairness in the game!
Sin doesn't save us from sin,purity does;
Breaking my heart,me crashing more innocent hearts,
Hurting me and I, going after you, to tear you apart;
The origin of endless agony!
We learn from our masters, Christ is one,
Came down to earth,to us,in holiness,
To wash away our evil with his blood;
He could have come to avenge instead;- may be that would be the fair deal!
A deal,in which redemption would be unheard-of,
A game in which,we,all would be doomed to die.
I leave,but I say this to you;
Remain loyal to those you love, much as it seems as vanity!
They will betray and hurt you; forgive them; even when wounds still hurt,
Forgiveness is one way to healing and moving on better.
Spread love,by living with love,dying in love;
Vengeance sweeps the remains out of your sight,
Vengeance leads to war, unending!
All this,the world has labelled "fair",
Study God's word,seek to learn what he wants from a sinner,
To men,what tastes good; to God,is bitter;
Live, therefore,as God has led you;
Tit for tat is no fair game, but a fast path to ruins!
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching between lyre to inspire -
And the sober thoughts of black.
If all I love is theory,
And if all I know is fiction,
Then why do eyes get teary,
To the tune of my prediction?
I could dream a thousand times,
And play the songs that flow.
If nothing else at least it rhymes,
With my heart and face aglow.
It's funny. The mind goes there and back,
Switching to inquire and tire -
All the sober thoughts of black.
It's far more fun to forget,
And to sing for what excites.
In ignorance it's nice to get,
A chance to see the lights.
Even if these words won't last,
I don't mind their stay for now.
Lyrics should be slow not fast,
We don't have to wonder how.
It's funny. The mind is taken aback,
Switching inspire to quiet fire -
And smoke's sober thoughts of black.
Adrift on azure seas, where sunlight softly spills,
Feathery clouds, like galleons, climb imagination's hills.
Sails of purest white, billowing in the breeze,
They carry hidden treasures, secrets whispered through the trees.
No anchor holds them fast, these vessels of the sky,
They drift on currents unseen, where whispered fancies lie.
Shapes that shift and morph, with every passing gust,
A canvas ever-changing, where dreams are born of dust.
Each billow, a soft promise, a story yet untold,
Of battles fought with dragons, and castles made of gold.
Unicorns may prance, on cotton candy plains,
While mermaids sing their siren songs, in whispered, silver rains.
The unconscious mind, a boundless, boundless sea,
Reflects in fleeting forms, for all the world to see.
So gaze upon the clouds, and let your spirit soar,
Unfurl the sails of fancy, and reach that distant shore.
March 20, 2024
Song of silence sung so loud
Never performed before a crowd
Songs being sang with no word
such beauty never to be heard
A river of teardrops fall
Where once many stood tall
Long lines that lead nowhere
But we all pay the fare
For the song not playing
Exactly what are they saying
For the price we are paying
We grab for what's not there
We dream when we don't dare
Reach for a star we can't see
And how happy we be
In this world without light
Who knows what's wrong or right
That has done past
Way to fast
It can't last
Is what we say
We'll do something just not today.
It's our way
To let things ride
Or we just hide
Laughter, what is that
Something you hide under your hat
We know how to hate
Let's not make that our fate
But be aware
Does anyone care
More than I can bare
But we keep on trying
Just pardon the crying.
The moment I met him- I was smitten,
soon, I was drowning in his lust;
with desire and love I was bitten and lost,
his smooth, silky voice and words made me trust him.
I became a slave to his hands and lips;
he held me tight- caressing.
I was his love slave . . . his scent was my drink of wine,
his kisses and words I imagined were true blue;
but they were a prison that held me his love slave,
we were pain, joy, hate, fear- and passion.
Words smothered me - yet, I purred like a kitten,
my heart was filled with deep disgust;
and still with great desire my love for him drips!
I stood and looked at this man who said, MINE;
and in the end- I had to be brave,
and walk, NO- run away fast . . . .
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July 2, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Drowning in His Lust
Copyright Protected, ID 19-11163-696-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premier contest, Slave To Love
sponsor, John Hamilton
Sixth Place
Oh golden dell
Oh valley of lights
swirling clouds
and circles of night
oh caress of hand ...and longing of id
ego dropped as the satin gown did
silken bedsheets I will drape upon your nakedness
protect you from chill and all ...ill will
your hand clutches my hair...cups my head...you kiss my tilted cheek
I slide fingertips along the lines
the brush strokes sweep me into the ether ...
recollection and reflection
Oh the dew of days
and the dim of life
long dusty now
set by unknown hands gently against the eves
protected ....and neglected
sunlight stretches across the tattered oriental
reaches only one corner of the frame
ignites the gold and deepens the darks
and all is silent save these flickering moments
come and gone so fast
a squirel burrows in the eves
nestles and rustles in the walls
and sleeps
A breath of fresh air, after the table was cleared
we had poured ourselves, one last sip of wine
We marveled a bit over the dip of the sun
An interlude, before the tint had resigned
to the gun-metal gray, and a time to reside
Our solitude broken and it changed on a dime
Unprepared for the guest, which came in a flash
A gash cut by lightning lit up through the dust
without even hinting, as flint hit the stone
A grumbling sky, turned the blush trembling cold
A roar of the wind, where a beast could be heard
all that was peaceful, became quite disturbed
Over rolls of the hills, it stalked like a cat
a monster, of clouds, on gray bobcat feet
with lynx-like eyes, and with billowing fur
that spurned tranquil eyes, on the softer retreat
A fierce witch's brew, uncoiled with wrath
with wind from the breast of sage and the dunes
Gliding in from the fields, to rage and to seize
where pillars and posts would snap, just to please
Eerie sounds whistled through the long window sills
The peace no longer held calm or a still
Angry whips with each breath, cracking fearsome with sound
Pounding with rain, gnashing teeth, with each round
Shingles turned loose to mingle with limbs
The thunder, was plundering, and peeling the plains
Rain gushing down, forging new creeks
pushing fast rivulets and forging new steel
We wait until the wrath has spent all it's worth
With gusto, and grit, .... until a last final vent
A tantrum with wiles, till the cat takes a bow
The monster has gone, to climb to the hills
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For P.D.'s Contest: "Epic Sightings"
Picture #2