Long Flashing Poems
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I look out the window at the tree
in the back yard next door
just behind a small yellow house.
Its crown is still green, but I
know leaves will fall.
A dump truck
with a flashing yellow strobe
crawls along the side street
as a city worker looks
for cracks in the asphalt.
And the neighbor’s pickup
has been gone since last week.
He said in passing one day
he didn’t know if his lease
would be renewed.
I figure that’s the way it is—
people move into the house
and are gone before I have
the chance to know them
as they grow into their lives.
And the city—
it is living and dying
even now, forty years after
the tractor factory closed.
Locals in the neighborhood
bar downtown still gather
watch football or baseball
and commiserate—
but even someone new
is greeted as a friend.
And I’m back in town
to stay after four years
of working with construction
crews in five different states.
Two darkened windows
of the quiet house gaze
across the front yard, ghosting
the lives of those who have
come and gone.
Beneath flashing string of neon lights
Lining the top of wall and ceiling
Of my room with a window of town sights,
I dance to trance music so freeing.
Beneath me on a table a glowing candle,
As I gently twirl around my room,
I begin to grab something to handle,
Loudly singing while holding my broom.
Beneath me on a shelf is a speaker
Loudly broadcasting trance radio.
I dance until I feel so much weaker,
While I imagine every party scenario.
Beneath me is a carpeted floor,
In which I dance barefoot,
Music blaring through the door,
As I fall and spill all of the ash tray's soot.
Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift
Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted
in solid white
Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight
Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray
and then moonless white
in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again
an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face
calls out
"ahhhhooooooooooo"
swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal
against black forest and gray sky...
against
the now darkening of night
and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"
The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?
Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected
to celebrate these days
and I am merry ...in my soul
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......
for your key hit
hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold
in the hearth and heart once more
the owl calls out again
"Who who ......who are you?"
and I know who I am
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold
the oil
Last night we went to a caffeine dance-music rave.
It’s a wellness variation on clubbing where there’s
no alcohol. It was accelerated and ‘K-pop’ infused,
people in pastels of pink, turquoise, and chartreuse.
Imagine our favorite, legal, psychoactive substance,
rendered in a hundred mocktail flavors, midnight-mango,
pink-flamingo (cotton candy), sour-apple and Dream sickle.
Cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots and cats-n-boots
- can you feel it? A hundred people, juiced and loose,
energized and emotionally unbound.
The unity of movement is a caffeine improvement.
It was appetite, performance and pleasure at once.
The air smelled clean, sweet and sharp
and we were feeling a bit sharpened too.
The crowd roared, like hungry lions,
when the right song upped the mood.
We seemed to glide, like sprites
the night shimmered with flashing lights
- these feels went on all night.
Modern joys involve curated sensations,
heavily branded, with controlled stimulations.
Call it spiritual experience paired with self-management
- yes, we got sugar-rushed and genuinely intoxicated -
but a thin varnish of moral superiority came with participation.
Did I mention that the ‘new clubbing’ is hangover free?
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Songs for this:
Lil Boo Thang by Paul Russell
Pull Up by Collect 200
Memories lie strewn like scented petals
Emitting sweet fragrance, they tickle my senses,
Taking me to the time, when after a long wait
We got a gift overdue, lifting our joy to excesses.
Into our nest a birdie came, tender and treasured,
Chirping incessantly, making our dusky days bright
My first born, a baby boy, a late arrival
Who altered my life and made me soar like a kite.
Another came after three years,
As a late-night guest, giving us added joy
Excitedly we watched our little boys run and play
As our house rang loud with laughter and cry.
Elder one was bossy, still they were true brothers
Grew up to be our pride and joy, bringing cheer
No noisy brawl as the younger was obliging
They rarely quarrelled, preferred to be together
The ash laden cinders of our heart blazoned with our sons’ arrival
The elder one was hyperactive and was quite inquisitive
He would ask- “Why rain always falls down and never goes up”
Questions- making the answers less by definitive.
Once when l was holding the little one in my hands
The elder asked- “Of the two, who do you love more”
I could see a trace of sibling jealousy flashing on his face
I fell silent, but knew it was a question I couldn’t ignore
Drawing him closer, after a pause, I answered
You both have place in my heart that no one can take
When you win, my heart sings in joy, when you fall
I come to lift you, when misbehave, my heart, you break.
If you stay a sweet child as you are now,
My heart will have equal space for you and your brother
With all doubts cleared, I saw a glitter glimmer in his eyes
He nestled closer, with no more fears to bother.
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Fractured Light Fragments
Ghostly gloom, born of foreboding stillness,
Cut to smithereens - shattered shards of energy escape
From the whirlwinds in feral fragments with serrated cutting edges -
Wary night watch warned of sirocco’s spinning untamed spiral catastrophe -
Blinding firebolts erupt splitting open serenity
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts of released electric voltage flying wild
Splintered slivers of eye piercing shards - ragged air’s racing volatility
Sorcerer of sonic thunder bumpers, releases all pent up booms
Rips wide the momentary abyss of suspended oblivion
Slamming closed jagged air’s fractured ozone.
Smashed bits of broken midnight solitude crumble in the drumfire
Rumble in rushing waves of tattered sound through towering thunderheads,
Torn edges of reverberation echo again -
Flashing shadows stalk tranquility with their slashing thunder.
7-21-21
Contest: Fragmented Spaces
Sponsor: Constance La France
Face To Face
Face to face they sit...
brain to brain;
two-eyed flesh machine,
one-eyed blue
laptop screen,
interacting...
systems inputting,
outputting,
precious data.
Face to face they sit,
a complex team
driven to perform
with error-free
precision in a
controlled mini-world
ruled by the god
of technology.
Face to face they sit...
worlds apart,
stark and cold
plastic eye flashing
programmed data;
warm and sensitive
flesh eyes flashing
non-programmable
blue twinkles.
Sandra M. Haight
~5th Place~
Contest: Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
Judged: 01/18/2016
At Rio David stole solid gold in boccia,
With a score of 5-0, won it unquestionably,
Flashing punk blue hair, his hairdresser,
Gave him a discount for his flamboyancy.
With spastic quadriplegia cerebral palsy,
He throws the ball in team and individuals,
As near as he can to the jack, successfully,
He’s loved by Cedar and Treloars schools.
Born on the 2nd March 1989 in Eastleigh,
Hampshire, he won with his GB team a gold,
At the 2008 Beijing Paralympics heavy,
Then in 2012, won a silver and bronze bold.
David stormed the Europa Cup in Norway,
In 2011 to win gold, and in Befast the Worlds,
He took bronze. He studies hard at university,
Aerospace Engineering for WW II’s Concords.
“When it’s close I have to use the energy
I will. With the crowd it’s great because, [ok],
you can get them on your side and [easily]
psyche out your opponent [to win the day].”
Trudging as a scorched weary traveler
in the wilderness of the desiccated life,
I wander in the shifting maze of your deceptive shadow.
Enticed, I’m seduced by the mirage of your flashing face,
confused, I don’t know where I should be going to belong.
As I disintegrate in myriad illusions into drifting dust
in the desolate wasteland of my life, I see transformed,
my broken heart I scatter as debris on your obscure trail.
I let the hard times of denial profoundly strike me,
ever so strongly that my yearning space is shattered.
I strive to preserve the shards of battered essence
in the inner sanctum of instinctive quietude.
I build a boundless wall seemingly impenetrable,
creating the compulsive cocoon of imposed isolation
to contain the cacophony of pervasive chaos
for the soul to get suffused in calm insulation.
As I become a lone prisoner of my making,
force me to be a captive behind the wall I construct
with the fortification of the false sense of pride,
I find you disappear like mist in gale beyond my garden,
taking the fragrance of flowers I love to see blossom.
I’m caught in the dichotomy web of entangled uncertainty:
break the wall, walk away free into oblivion,
or stay secluded, obscure within the cage I’ve built.
Dizzy mind is lost in a typhoon of confusion,
Inexplicable chaos is causing much delusion.
Scattered thoughts are echoing in disorientation.
Challenging the clarity, I'm struggling with comprehension,
Overwhelmed by the tangled web of perplexity,
Mind's labyrinth twists and turns in eerie complexity.
Bewilderment wraps its cloak around logical reasoning.
Overlapping emotions result in faith and hope weakening.
Bamboozled brain tries to fight for toxic clearance,
Unravelling pieces of a jigsaw puzzle to achieve coherence.
Lights keep flashing warning of upcoming turbulence,
An agitated stormy journey planned without due diligence.
Tormented by motions of disarray, I search for a remedy,
Identifying the source through mindfulness for serenity.
Organising and prioritising tasks to regain focus.
Navigating the fog to learn from mistakes that choke us.