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Bathe beneath a monochrome
light
Be that sun , rainbow or moon
light
And place yourself front and
centre preferably in the very middle
For the sole purpose of securing
Some form of hope for your foreseeable future
And reeducate your ears to listen
Switch them back onto
Mono not stereo setting
So you are then enabled to let
Old forgotten familiar sound back in
Rid yourself of anything causing
you any form of discourse or displeasure
Then wipe the slate clean and dust yourself off
In order so you can tackle your
fears and get back on that horse
as soon as is humanly possible
Before your mind eventually
tricks and scares you enough
From being able to do it so you
end up eventually
Giving up and quitting on yourself
Until you can or are no longer
able to hear the rumbling impending thunder cracks
Is able to steal the light right from
under you
And prevents you from creating
fresh new memories each and
every day
That will serve you well in the
future just incase old ones created
Eventually may fade away over time
down the line
And if nothing else or no other reason
Than to prove to your own self
That as long as you have your
health
Are still breathing alive and kicking
Try living and never put off anything
till tomorrow that you can do today
Just incase heaven forbid one
night you go to bed and fall asleep
And die before you wake
So you think that trolls and dragons
Are definitely not for real
You surely haven't talked with Carol lately
It's more than just a feel
They eat her food and occupy her house
Sometimes hide Mike's pyjamas
And we all know what that can lead to
If we only had a camera
Never a dull moment at Carol's place
Constantly messing her stuff
Fire comes out as Mr. Dragon cracks up
Then giggles at Mike in the buff
The local Dragon and Troll Exterminators
Have promised to get rid of these guys
But she's grown to love 'em a whole big bunch
Won't be party to their demise
So the Dragons and Trolls will have a home
At least for the foreseeable future
What a sweet ending to my poem about love
Tween Carol and her adorable creatures!
© Jack Ellison 2013
In my foamy bubble there 's ample room for
free-floating and even, once in a while, submerging for a while
beneath the surface, where the wild things are and disturb
tranquility.
And when I free-float my head spins in only one direction, peace. It's quite
comfortable inside my bubble, and nothing can burst it, not even the bullets and bombs and, certainly, not the usual drumbeat of words, such as get a hold on your life and or stop deluding yourself. I've put a tape on my ears and, thankfully, am deaf to disheartening needles aiming to burst my bubble.
In your inner paradise find a priest to wed you to yourself and wish you eternal happiness. Barely I survive my own demons sometimes, and today there's no sign of them. Surprise, we 're off to a long vacation and you can come along, as long as you don't bump into my bubble and drag me to the real world, okay?
I have received many assurances and can rest now knowing my bubble is for the foreseeable future fully intact.
No need to worry about the day after, it will hit you unaware.
Our world of innocence is caught unaware,
Taunted by a nightmare,
An experiment gone wrong; a distorted sculpture,
We're locked inside for the foreseeable future.
We wait for that day of relief,
Citizens get themselves into a psychotic state.
"Lives have been lost" says the news,
Coronavirus is sending people mad.
Where to we go; what do we do,
We try our best to struggle through,
The roads are clear from cars and bikes,
No long walks in the country or hikes.
Isolated from family and friends,
Trapped inside till this crisis ends,
Can we survive this helpless attack?
A life without colour.
Oceans remain wet and salty through Tuesday
Clouds roll in with muffin configurations
Comic skies remain outside
Desert tsunamis turn calm, take a left on Wednesday
Partly sunny skies expected but not predicted
Early afternoon hours will see clearly
Seven miles or further to the horizon
Followed by nightmares by day break in the distance
A chance of meteor showers are possible but not likely
Rain, followed by fog, followed by cars in California
Will make travel uneasy on the West Coast
The rest of the country will see day turn into night
Precipitation will prevail in the valley
Heavy at times but not to worry
Weather will continue on as usual
Earth will spin in a gentle orbit
On Sunday, mild winds will take shape
Continue to grow frantic elsewhere
Blowing into the work week mayhem
Not changing in the nation
Or any foreseeable future location
Mute
but immutable.
Unmoving, unmoveable;
timeless, yet tireless.
Solitary stalwart sentinel
surveils undulating horizon.
Aberrant, achromatic clouds
pock-mark the skies, as distant
rumblings herald his adversary's
latest gambit in their age-old conflict.
The wrath of a thousand crashing,
clashing, thrashing fists batter
against the beleaguered sentry.
Ceaselessly, remorselessly,
the maelstrom assails him.
But the foundations are firm and
noble gatekeeper stands steadfast.
Single-minded of purpose, placid
custodian morphs into combatant as
his luminous, voluminous blade carves
luminescent arcs through chthonic cloak.
Tenebrous tendrils wither and dissipate,
impotent under intense lambent onslaught.
His victory is only fleeting, as vanquished
foes are summarily supplanted by more of
their ilk in a seemingly continual surge.
Again and again, over and over, tormentor
presses the attack, exploiting any weakness.
Over and over, again and again, valiant warden
repels the barrage and despatches his enemies.
And so the pattern repeats endlessly, unabated,
as these eternal opponents jostle for position
in a perpetual cycle of aggression and defence.
Until eventually, finally, ultimately, the stale-mate
is broken; when Tempest's tantrum is tamed and
Blizzard's battalions have been banished, all is calm.
Tranquillity is able to reassert herself and order has
finally been restored; at least for the foreseeable future.
Obligations fulfilled, the triumphant Guardian can now rest.
Until the need arises again, until he's called upon once more,
he will wait patiently, watch diligently, in unflagging vigilance.
Forever resolute, a beacon of sanctuary, a symbol of hope, his is a
thankless task, but the Protector of Mariners will always be needed.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 July 2017
For Eve Roper's "Lighthouse" Contest.
(1st Place)
My friends on P-Soup are loyal and true
Every morning I rush to my computer
To read all their happy upbeat comments
And suddenly the sun breaks through the clouds
At times, I must admit I have thought of leaving
When everyday trials cloud my vision
But then I quickly come to my senses
I would certainly have withdrawal symptoms
Similar to those folks abstaining from alcohol
I would have to join “Poets Anonymous” for help
To get me through the difficult and trying times
Without the aid of friends and family
I'd be a broken man aimlessly wandering the streets
As I sit here writing, I am convinced
This will never ever come to pass
Alright, I'll admit it... I'm obsessed
There! I feel much better now
Admitting I have a problem is half the battle
So it seems I'll be here for the foreseeable future
Thank you all my dear friends
And three cheers for P-Soup!
If i die before i wake
I pray the waves my soul to take
To the bottom of the deepest sea
So i may feel as weightless as
a butterfly in open sea
Underneath and navigating
the stars by moonlight
As and so to the sun by daylight
Searching for a new found shoal
to join and call my own
Jumping from wreck to wreck
Passing lost titanic soul's like ship's
in the night
Blessed with the memory of
a goldfish
Rather better this than returned to
ash or stuck rotting inside an coffin
for eternity
With only worms and a stone
epitaph to keep one company
Six feet under unlike a pyramid
traversing to the afterlife
Entombed with all the worldy
treasures and pleasures
One is bound to miss once death
becomes and is the meaning
of ones life from the here and
now and foreseeable future
Because love surely then must
be surplus to requirements
As it's the only thing that can't
be bought or a price put on
Because it has to be earned
over a prolonged period of time
the news resounded
through the land
everything coming
abruptly to a halt
no gatherings and no exceptions
it’s most regrettable
to give in to this lull
there’s never good timing
it is with much dismay that
Poetry 2020 Olympics
till further notice are postponed
spoken word is silenced
for the foreseeable future
keep sending
all express wishes
your hugs and kisses
via internet
Read on air by invitation ~ August 18, 2020 'TWISTED TUESDAYS'
In March 2020 when the Covid alert broke out, I was scheduled to volunteer at our local annual 4-day Versefest, I’m sure I was not the only one to be extremely disappointed.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Hello Palestine,
have you seen the headlines today:
400 US federal workers tendered their resignation over the war, seeking ceasefire. And a Vietnam war veteran donated his pension to Palestine relief fund. Also at Brandeis the president was sacked for violating US Constitution, and was seen packing back to a Kibbutz near Gaza. Send them back, I say, to disallow infecting American democracy such. Palestine will never be free when those scoundrels have the upper hands.
And this just came in, sky over Gaza is clearing, the mist is gone and plenty of sunshine for the foreseeable future, enough to bring the birds out again, singing to the tune of Glorious Palestine, from river to the sea, this holy land shall always be free from the smug of racists and supremacists, clinging to their dystopia of land without Palestinians. Their days are numbered and nightmare is over, hello freedom, hello justice's return after the snub of cold shoulder for a generation.
Gaza cafes are now open again, markets filled with fresh fruit, and children playing with new toys donated from good will citizens of Tel Aviv and East Jerusalem. It is good to live free again.