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You could write a ten minute poem.
In nine minutes from now, the temperature turns on.
I could have eaten the pots and pans in the sink.
But they tasted like old leftover stuff.
You could jump in.
If there are things in there.
Like creative books and patience.
Maybe give the stove some time.
Two minutes are all you need to write a poem.
A small poem, the size of a mothball.
It tasted strange.
Creative stuff sitting out.
Gets forgotten about.
But I still wrote a poem.
Which I forgot in the fridge overnight.
Two minutes are all you need.
So wash your hands.
And finish making lunch.
They laughed as if it weighed no more
Than dust upon the classroom floor.
A whispered joke, a pointed stare,
Pretending no one noticed there.
The words were small, or so they said,
Yet lived like storms inside my head.
Each passing day they gathered weight,
A quiet burden built by hate.
They stole my voice one joke at a time,
Turning confidence into a crime.
Every answer stayed behind my teeth,
Buried somewhere far beneath.
The halls grew longer every day,
As if the walls had learned their way.
Every locker, every bell,
Became another kind of hell.
Some watched with eyes turned to the ground,
As if their silence made no sound.
No hands reached out, no voices rose;
The loudest pain is one no one knows.
They said, "It's only words," and smiled,
As though the hurt was weak and mild.
But words can settle deep inside,
Where fear and loneliness collide.
The mirrors learned to speak their names,
Reflecting all their borrowed claims.
I searched for someone I once knew,
But every glance revealed someone new.
Even laughter started to sting,
A simple joke meant everything.
I questioned every passing glance,
Every whisper, every chance.
The days moved on; the years did too.
The world forgot, but memories grew.
Time never asked what I had lost,
Or counted up the hidden cost.
They walked away when school was through,
Never wondering what they put me through.
Perhaps they never even knew
How deeply every sentence grew.
The bruises faded, none could see,
The ones they carved inside of me.
No scars to trace, no blood to find,
Only echoes living in my mind.
The classroom emptied. Chairs were still.
The silence settled with its chill.
Their voices left the room behind,
But never truly left my mind.
Some wounds are hidden, dark and deep,
The kind that follow into sleep.
And though the world moved on with ease,
The echoes never asked to leave.
"The wind is the pounding of my heart."
By Constance La France
In the crowd I saw someone
Quite handsome, all in a haze, so filmy
Nothing did I see clearly
But a pair of love lit eyes riveted on me
My heart began pumping fast and beating
As a soft wind fleeing past me
Did my face grow pale?
Or got colored by a blush?
I lowered my eyes and looked away…..
But I saw him advancing
Coming straight to me
My heart began to race,
Like a wind gaining force
My breath got hitched.
My lips went dry and parched.
I didn’t hear what he asked.
Words got stuck in my throat!
As by a whirl wind twirling around me,
Felling trees and snapping power lines,
My words flew away and I lost all connections…..
Unable to move or utter a word!
Felt butterflies in my stomach.
A tremor took over my hands and legs,
Like a tornado shaking me from foot to crown.
Beads of sweat appeared on my brow.
My mind went blank.
Forgot where I was, got frozen in time.
All I could hear was the pounding of my heart,
Like the whooshing of a storm in mad fury
August.5.2022
Let Your Muse be Inspired- R form Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
~ PLACED FIRST~
I try so very hard
I don’t know why
I try so very hard
Yet I always fall short
I swear, I try so very hard
I promised myself to never dwell on passing events
But it seems my misery is lasting suspense
There’s no peace for me here
Left out in the open
Yet the quality is so unclear
As I spread this intoxication all through my body
It seems our father has forgot me
My only vision remains my enemies plot to be
Rest, press for tax returns on a spot to pee
Complaints to sustain, I seem to never be satisfied
Guess it’s just me
The hardest part to bow down
And trust in thee
It’s society; I’ve been cursed from the start
Will I survive this morning?
Or will I tear my sanity apart
Nothing to be forever kept
It’s all vanity in a day’s art
Form:
SATURDAY OR NOT
Shadows on walls falling from the setting sun;
Leaving behind dreams, of which I was the star.
Who's going to finish this dream:
Who can complete this dream?
this dream that captured my soul,
when you left out I waited,
I waited .... but you never returned.
Who's going to continue to love me?
Who will tell them, those lies were untrue?
who will kiss me in the morning,
now that I Don't have you?
Shadows on walls talk to me,
when the sun is rising, whispering...
ever so gently that soon It will be all right.
I am exhausted from forced smiling.
I stand alone devoid of pain;
And pain would feel so right.
We never even had a chance,
to have a lover’s fight.
Your dream was never to be dreamt
again, that's the dream I am in.
Who will finish holding me;
Who will say goodnight.?
What happens to the love we shared
when love has been forgot...
one more day until Sunday,
"Saturday or not"!
The dream has ended abruptly:
The dramas now unfolding.
My Lovers gone...and only the
shadow knows the secrets he was holding.
I stand alone devoid of pain,
and pain would feel so right...
Seven days we were married
before they tore my love away.
The white dress on the back of the door.
Tomorrow, means nothing anymore.
Even though the next would have been Sunday,
I want no more tomorrows.
I don't even want today!
I only wanted finish dreams.
And to feed you from my loving pot:
To live our dreams, our lives, accordingly.
"Saturday or not"...!
I had more money than I knew what to do with,
So I spent my nights completely doped up on drugs.
The theory that rich people are lazy is a myth.
I worked for my money, unlike the average thug.
I used to be a nice guy, with a daughter and wife,
But due to my horrible habit, I lost them one day.
I was supposed to protect them for the rest of my life,
But I forgot my priorities somewhere along the way.
I had a big house and a nice car, better than most.
It’s hard to believe, but somehow I lost it all.
Because I was rich, I thought, through life, I could just coast.
I never expected to be the one who would fall.
I was living high on the hog until I gave in.
I met some young punk who didn’t care about his kids.
It never occurred to me that doing drugs was a sin.
He convinced me to give up my morals, as he did.
I became greedy and lost all of my wealth.
I told the young punk to leave me alone, I couldn’t pay.
I was so weak and I was in such poor health
That I just sat there while he killed my family one day.
Is it my destiny to live this kind of life?
I’ll either end up in poverty or dead…or maybe both.
Do I really miss my daughter and my loving wife,
Or is it possible I never meant my wedding-day oath?
Will karma come for me when I least expect it?
Is there any justice in this world at all?
I guess, in the end, I don’t really give a sh%@.
When death comes for me, I’ll gladly answer the call.w
Before mankind evolved on Earth
or mammals roamed the land
t’was only bugs and dinosaurs
that God had ever planned.
But monkeying around one day
he thought he’d have some fun
and made a man to pass his time,
thus mankind had begun.
But boredom overtook him
nothing changed within his land
so he thought I’ll make a creature
that I cannot understand.
That way I’ll be surprised each day
by how this creature plays
and my boredom will be over
and bring interest to my days.
He named this creature women
but he didn’t get it right
he forgot to give her reasons
why she wasn’t always right.
So God or Man or creatures
could not ever prove her wrong
and now universal language
shares in woman’s nagging tongue.
Its not that I’m complaining
cause it would be just in vain
and anyhow my ear holes
really couldn’t stand the pain.
But my God if you could ever
see your way to tame the shrew
then I’m sure that man would turn from her
and start to worship you!
Ivor G Davies
Walk through the maze in cryptic lines,
Heed tensile will in odd strange words;
Attend the craze where thoughts incline,
Bear scraps of meals in echoes heard.
All in sure time the vital space,
Garden to play with childhood dreams;
Innocence rhymes in frolic's face,
Unfurl harsh ways in shady themes.
Here in these woods know lost and found,
The broken means in weary dust;
Pain answers good in dreary grounds,
Confused the scene in patchwork trust.
Evolve in parts the jigsaw strange,
Raw edges hurt in form and fire;
Gone are the hearts that die deranged,
Dust follows dirt in sad attire.
All out of sync these pictures odd,
No one can tell reason to fit;
Nonsense can link a logic sought,
Yet no one dwells to final fit.
Too much the pains of constant wear,
Harsh times speak out to stir old wounds;
Salt on cuts stain that pain that tears,
The crushing shouts in the last noon.
To be or not is all in vain,
The story runs in circles round;
Sense is forgot in acid rain,
No wit or pun can alter grounds.
Meaning beyond sense attempts meaning,
Corrupt this world that clings to dust;
Yet style pretence in blurry things,
Sight in a swirl still apes bleak trust.
Here lost is found in ancient grounds
No need to reach for unknown highs;
Cryptic feels sound where light sifts round,
Sense time to ditch those frightful sighs.
Leon Enriquez
06 May 2015
Singapore
You forgot
like the way it fades
Like the way I don't want if remembered
I don't want to be remembered
like the way you abandoned me
You forget god
like the way it fades,
consider!
Our bond was broken
It was lost
not thought of, not learned
Only to be remembered
Or thought of in the fading way
Like it passed beyond
it is remembered beyond
it was silenced
it has passed above
it was thought of
it was remembered
the thought of,it remembered
By being thought of
it was dimmed behind
it listens behind
Like one forgotten
I have proof!
Somewhere, it is around here somewhere.
Or it’s all speculation.
Everyone, gather around!
I have something to share!
But don’t rush me! I’ll come back to that.
I remember- the proof is still in my head.
I forgot to write it down.
Please don’t leave, because then I’m alone, and no one ever cares or listens to me.
I just have to hurry.
Because…
I’ll get back to that.
Oh, yeah- it’s because everyone is here, and they're waiting, and they’re making me panic, which is not my fault.
Step one: Stay focused.
But that’s not a plan, that’s not an action.
That doesn’t explain anything!
So again, nothing ever gets done, and that’s why I’m a failure, and they all hate me.
Ok, so maybe I don’t know exactly where this plan leads.
But I know it will work out, because I’m in the right timeline, I made sure of it.
I am trying to solve…
A problem or sorts.
Maybe that’s step one.
Finding a problem to solve.
And that’s it, thanks for coming everyone!