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DREAMS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY
Leaves falling during autumns years
they bless my ribbon memories of how it was
childhood shadows brown like withered grass
for now am old and soon shall breathe my last..
I sit quiet to travel on bygone days,
on the streets before, I have ropes to play
blend of dolls and bubbles also made me gay
but the child in me still yearns to pass these ways.
From curves of mountains to nations across the sea,
to journey more, I ask God to direct where I'll be...
I passed a plant its leaves swaying with the breeze,
years fold, the same plant is now a fruit-bearing tree.
I view the puffy-feathered skies and its blue,
I smile each breaking dawn for it's silvery new.
I tackle each task fast and through but before I knew,
hours gone and done, I finished some-- I missed a few.
When evenings globes of wordless speech shine
allowing me to run, run into garden of dreams,
of childhood once supreme but they shoot away
in flutter flash on life's fluctuating stream.
I hugged my knees to stop my tears a while
remembering decades when my body is still a child.
I keep the tears to my chest as I go by,
if only, good times replay... I want them again.
Each bulging grin that rise unto east horizon,
Each satellite, modelling slow on her turning points
in stellar of green, and her clouds of powder white,
I quench my thirst drinking the beaming tides.
Down earth, I linger to verdure adorned of rosy blush
even from the arch where the gentle winds is seen
to dwarf liquid curls that roll near the shore,
I dreamt yesterday and still am dreaming today...
Twenty years ago, blooms and fruits hang on vines
so fragrant, so fragrant were those days of mine
Now no more; their traces I could not find;
Today, I need to make more golden memories
etched to time as later, I'll be leaving them behind
And if someday, one wanders in my lifes forest
despite blowing winds and thunderstorms,
like the tiny plant, may I be that fruit-bearing tree.
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Open Poetry Contest - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
~~~3rd place~~~
OLIVE ELOISA GUILLERMO
9:15 pm, July 11, 2015
Monkey
Prehensile tail
Jump, crack!
Crack crack
Branch cracks off, falls
Tail crush
Crush ugh
Monkey guys laugh
He sad
Sad she
Her eyes river
Tail bleeds
Bleeds heart
Monkey girls cry
Kiss Kiss
Kiss helps
When ass aches, burns
He dreams
Dreams girls
Crush on Pipi
Images
Images
Of bananas
Ripe plump
Plump smile
Say cheese flash on
Snap snap
Snapped ,sleep
Howled down by wife
Screech scream
Contest: Mussetle Train
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux
Poet: Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
Written on 19 December 2014
It starts with just one,
Just a small one,
A delicate pinkish shooting star
Chosen painstakingly from the flash on the wall
While a girl with blue hair and a nose ring
Watches disdainfully from behind the counter.
It takes more than one trip
To check out the place
On the south side of town, on a dimly-lit side street
Between an all night laundromat and a café
With a dingy neon sign that reads “Garden of Eatin.”
Then a venture inside (to make sure it’s clean)
And a conversation with the proprietor,
A painfully thin ghost of a man
With a shaved head, a long black beard
And one whole arm tattooed
(it’s called a sleeve, I later learn)
With a brightly colored scene of a Chinese garden.
Yes, they use only new packaged needles
And all the equipment is sterilized.
It takes a few beers and one shot of tequila
To arrive on the appointed day
And sit in the cracked fake-leather chair
Trying not to look like this is my first time,
At the ripe old age of 44.
The whirring sound of the needle
Reminds me of a dentist’s drill
And I get a familiar shiver of anticipated pain
Before the very real pain of the first ink
Bites into my shoulder.
When the ordeal is finally over,
The black-bearded artist hands me a small mirror
So that I can view the “body art”
For which I’ve paid sixty dollars, an hour’s time,
And several days of agonizing indecision.
It is, in a word, fabulous.
He covers it with gauze and gives me “aftercare instructions”
(just like they do in the hospital)
And a tube of something called “Tattoo Goo”
And I walk proudly out the door,
Wondering if the young couple dressed in black
Eating hummus in the Garden of Eatin’
Realize that I have a fabulous,
Spectacular shooting star
Under this bandage I wear on my shoulder.
I wear the tattoo like a badge of honor,
A medal of courage, a sign of the times.
I love it.
And it’s only the first one.
Impossible to go towards
Even my lord
Was slaughter by swords
In my Self conscious wars
Sayin let the story explore
In the minds of the vast so they can feel the pain you indured
But Why do that I barely let myself view
So that last statement I turn a deaf ear to
Inferior to who
Everyone if the story comes through
Most people are slow witted
Won't get it
Single blow, head to floor collision
You'll overstep your limits
Light the match that sparks with a vengence
And I promise you and pain will be intimate
If I let you read my deepest darkest sercrets
How would you concieve it
Something tells me you'll be misleaded
May mistake me as weak beat down and depleated
So I'll slit your throat right after please don't you pleaded
Stuck in the chamber of torture
Chained ready to be slain by the precise aim of a strikin vulcher
Attained the mind of the insane now watch it as it takes it's full
course
Go on build a barrier I call it a fool fort
Test the strength of it when I go full force
At times effortlessly
My trust in people Been treated treachously
Reach out for a breath to breathe
Then ask Prayin god while bring death in my sleep
You read this you'll refer to a clinic
Talkin about like me I deminished
Try to joke around and attempt to mimick
Blood rushes My bodies pumps with aderaline
Now I'm stuck uncomfortable perdicament
flash on everyone cause you know what my venom is
Opening up to everyone this is exactly how I invisioned it
So my poems are in imprisonment
Except for the few I extended it
So I put in a vault constantly change the combination
And hide emotions from the eye that is naked
In presenting them I discrimate from the trusted and fake
So in case of an untimely fate
They will be hidden and hard to trace
Form:
THEY believe,
I have been naive,
somewhat...
and in the grace of things to come,
it may appear,I have overlooked some.
From what I can perceive,
my practice of non resistance
has required such persistence.
Granting reprieve
for karmic lessons learned
may have burned
some bridges I can’t retrieve,
but it was not unknowing or unaware,
I just do not care
about those things.
I refuse to disbelieve
that we all have a good soul within
and were originally whole, without sin,
although I have learned, some will deny it.
I just don’t buy it.
I know each one has within to know right and wrong
and can choose which light they hold strong
and this is a time of choice to make...
you cannot fake
goodness.
They tell me I am too naive,
but I perceive,
for seven generations
so damn the regulations,
Roman laws and religious lies
that tell otherwise.
I do not have the will to deceive,
or lay false pretenses
and I will not sit on fences
waiting any longer
I am so much stronger
now.
Seven virtues danced as veils thin
from Purple to Red, and back again
God shines through
as lifetimes flash on cue
reminders, of what we can achieve.
Which world shall I believe in?
Laws of Caesar state entitlement and capital gains made
and best left plans laid,
“you gotta watch em! They’ll get you”
“I’ll bet you!”
Death and taxes, vengeance and retribution
war as the solution
divorce courts and desert sand
Will we ever understand?
Heart on sleeve
I venture forth expecting
honesty, integrity, and peace, protecting
my naivety, I still believe
we are part of this, altogether.
I will hold this eagle feather
and demand reality align
to what is truly mine
to hold.
Let life unfold
as it will
be done
on Earth.
The Girls Have All Agreed
On Some Things, All Women Need:
A Supply Source For Our Vanity
… and The Eveready-Flashlight-Battery …
Going Down A ‘Random’ Road
In The Deep of Night, When Life Has Slowed
Down … or Car Comes To A Stop
We Need An Energizer or Copper-Top …
In The Deep of Night, Trying To See
And Feel Safe, Thru Our Ambiguity
When We Need More Than Flicker-Flattery
… Give Us A Flashlight Battery …
… Your Flashlight Smile
Your Flashlight Style
Your Flashlight Confidence
Your Flashlight Manliness
Your Flashlight Ego
Is A Flashlight Hero
… and The Flashlight Form, Most With It
Is The Flashlight, Jared Pickett …
… Incorrigible, Adorable, Really More Than Capable
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So, Flash On, Big Screen Valentino !
Lead On, With Lines of A Lothario
Casanova, Would Be Your Acolyte
( ‘Cause Even A Lady Needs A Flashlight )
Flash On, In Sensual-Satisfactory !
Give A Taste of Testosterone-Trajectory
No Girl Can Stand Before A Man, In All His Glory
This Is Factory-Tag… and It’s Man-datory
If Dura-Cell, I Got A Place For You
So, You Can Keep Doing, What Cha’ Do
And Power-Up, Like You’ve Alluded
‘Cause This Doll, Needs Batteries Included …
And Pour Me A Real-Strong Daiquiri
Put On Favorite CD, Slow-Dance, Track For Me
And Come Here, You Copper-Top-Skinned Honey
And Beat That Drum … You Energizer-Bunny
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and The Romeo Of Poet-Writes
This One’s An Original – Just For You Kiddo …
Your Poet-Pal,
The MoonBee
Heart
To Heart :
Wish to hark
to harp of heart
once rang like siren
as strung by his debut.
But now it has turned silent.
Into my heart his glance to peep.
Bubbling blood flooded and I was moved.
He mesmerized : Seven heavens stepped in.
I was thrilled by his intelligent eyes.
Stirred by looks, whenever we met.
But no response, I am to sigh.
Waited for a miracle
to flash on me per chance,
but nothing happened !
My passion burst :
Unquenched thirst
never
soothed.
"From deep within my heart
I always catch the scent
of my Beloved. How can I
help but follow that fragrance?" By Rumi
As I dashed about from store to store,
We passed in a flash on the sidewalk.
She wore no sign, saying she was kind.
The fragrancy was appealing, like your kind.
The fragrance arrested me as away she went.
I knew it wasn't you, "But wow, that scent!"
The perfume was stunning and head-turning.
Absolutely, an aromatic nose turner.
Although there was major action in the air;
I knew better than to stand there and stare.
Besides, she was not the main attraction.
No. I could not taste;
Nor could I touch.
But I boldly felt the presence of a lady.
I beheld what manner of a woman.
I clearly heard her soft steps.
And I certainly knew that
she reminded me of you.
I did not see her face,
but her fragrance left a trace.
I knew it wasn't you, but still
I wanted to inquire, to learn
of her brand. However, to her
I was a strange man, and I wasn't
sure that she would understand, and
besides, I was a bit afraid to speak to her.
As I turned and continued toward home,
I had pleasing romantic thoughts about you.
It was the sweet perfume of your CHARACTER
It was the fragrance of your SUPPORT.
It was the smell of your ENDURANCE.
It was the scent of your SMILE,
and the aroma of your TRUST.
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You were the first and only person to care
So now I give you the key to my heart
Life is a huge puzzle, and guess who's the missing
piece?
I was told, true love is only in movies
What are you talking about?
I believed them like a fool, until I saw beauty
In the form of an angel, no doubts
Now I'll go and write on a sticky note
All my deepest secrets and wishes
All I need or want
The sun is shining brighter 'cause of you
Former gray skies clearer 'cause of you
If I died right now, I'd die happily
S-slippery roads ahead, icy, cold, freeze your smiles off
Shades of black and white flash on by
Oh, what a wonder to see
Oh, only cause I have you next to me
I was told, true love is only in movies
What are you talking about?
I believed them like a fool, until I saw beauty
In the form of an angel, no doubts
Now I'll go and write on a sticky note
All my deepest secrets and wishes
All I need or want
The sun is shining brighter 'cause of you
Former gray skies clearer 'cause of you
If I died right now, I'd die happily
Nothing is better than a smile from you
A smile is all I need
Everyone says flowers are the thing to get a girl
But eventually the love dies along with the roses
Now I'll go and write on a sticky note
All my deepest secrets and wishes
All I need or want
The sun is shining brighter 'cause of you
Former gray skies clearer 'cause of you
If I died right now, I'd die happily
Many people today walk all over each other
Just to get to the top
Yet when they get their it's the top of what
Others take in pleasure from a certain existent vice
As if some creed that's caged animal that is in a tiny hole
While we wait in eager anticipation to reach our destination
The trying of our faith
Embraced in sullen laughter fixed in casual fear
For I had shed a single tear to numb its pain
With spoken words in sadness
Then faltering sadness gives way to ample gladness
The trying of your faith with certain grace
Through its quaint vibrant breeze that's sifted through the trees
In vibrant shallow expense
Filled in breeze in quaint isolation
A shadow lurks in its etched beckoning call
With hooks & loops supported after it all
A cause to reflect on faint hearted restitution
The trying of your faith marked on its blotted page
Longing to recapture a torrent stream
With a flash on the screen of your life amidst
Painted faces abolished in its nearby stream
Enchanted spaces filled up with myraid faces leaving traces
In the dire silence of its beckoning call
An impulse to touch the solemn exterior
The madness in caged fury resistance
To need a shoulder in which to cry on to lie against the fall
Stand tall from a papal vow to a torn rhetoric decorum intact
The trying of your faith works patience yet for some it can give them a heart attack?