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Remember when you were a fleeting thought?
Back when your smile was unremarkable?
Your ocean eyes not yet part of the plot?
Before your name caused that unconscious beam?
And now I let you go, you haunt my dreams.
I look far and wide to avoid your blue.
Each curve I touch I bend to the extremes.
I chuck my headphones to flee ragtime tunes.
And now I have a new one in your spot -
A hockey boy. No scintilla of you
Nor your song. He's cute and kind like he ought.
He even loves that game you never liked.
So... care to bring me up to speed with you?
Haha... forgot I am a ghost. What's new?
"It" came out of nowhere
and stood before me
glaring with green eyes
because I had a purpose
a meaning in my life
a reason to survive
there was nothing I had asked of "It"
only to "step aside"
because my path was clear
stay the course of my goals
my gifts my prize
as that is the only law of my hearing
my will and to which nobly I abide
"It" intended to stop me
and to deter my road to glory
what's with this thing
I asked myself
only The Lord knows the story
"It" launched at me
swinging high and low
hitting me with its best shot
hurt and dazed
from the onslaught of blows
I... fell to the ground
but strength came from deep within me
rising me up thus... I rebound
with new-found motivation
blessed by Kings renowned
You are not through just yet!
laughs their voices in my head
let’em waste its energy
take the heat we know it's hot
but hold firm {yet a little longer}
to unleash the best that you've got!
"Bravo!" Say we;
and with great acuity
for "It" will come to find
that you are being guided
by the betterment of mankind
{to share of our good cheer
goodwill and great wealth}
"It" must be misinformed
or maybe "It" simply forgot
that you will get through "It"
like "It" or not!
When I was born I forgot the plasma cradle,
forgot the in-keepers daughter
who had suckled lips with pints of brewed chyme,
forgot the liquid yoke of the now unknown.
When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
My father was faceless,
my mother the only tree in the forest.
Her warm lodging hands lifting to coddle
spills of milky thirsts into mew-shaped narrows.
When only a dim cask of sight
I began to wink the world into shapes
I buzzed and gurgled like bee in a drain.
I howled inside a germinal brain.
Skintight I bloomed around a query of flesh.
Early things showed up to crowd my eyes,
back-lit beings leaned over a bar of sound,
spoke in suds and froth.
Later --- who can tell
when ‘later’ becomes a thing?
I saw through a bat-winged door
daylight from night,
colors stampeded in to beg a drink.
Early things,
the green of leaf and lawn,
red and yellow plastic shakers
mouthed to sooth raw and runty wonders.
Incomprehensible snow on a wet nose.
Then that light-box of undeveloped things
fell apart only to come together.
I saw the faceless changing,
and where a garb of perception
fell to a fitting room floor
there I was
an early thing blinking and being.
While men worked hard until the barn was built,
the womenfolk were gathered for a bee.
They pieced together patches for a quilt
and chatted with the new bride happily.
Upon this handmade quilt were babies laid,
and eldest daughters passed the heirloom down.
That barn became the place where children played
as houses multiplied. There grew a town.
The quilt, once shown with pride, became forgot,
and decades in an attic it was stored.
One day a fire blazed; the things not sought
stayed in the loft, while saved were things adored.
And so a bride’s first gift in ashes lay;
its glory long ago had passed away.
by Andrea Dietrich
For Nette Onclaude's Contest:
"Anything Handmade"
The battle for the kingdom was so intense
dead bodies were used to build defence
In the end few people survived
King Arthur, Mordred and Sir Bedivere ‘sighed
Now Arthur had forgot his enchanted sword
Excalibur, his mighty reward
He battled with Mordred in single combat
but was fatally wounded from Mordred’s attack
Mordred lay dead upon the ground
and Arthur’s blood from his wound streamed down
He ordered Bedivere to get Excalibur from the palace
and throw it back in the lake, for his malice
Now Arthur asked “what did you see”
Bedivere answered, “nothing I promise thee”
So Arthur asked him twice more
on the third time he replied, “a hand I saw”
As he lie dying three queens appeared
and carried him off to a boat, with tears
They rowed him away with a cry and a song
to stay forever in Avalon
Never was there a sovereign of Briton
As King Arthur, his legend and tales, still written
He formed the Knights of the Round Table
Gathered together friends and fables
Kyng Arthur and the twenty four
Sir Galahallt, Sir Launcelot Deulake, Sir Gauen, Sir Percyvale, Sir Lyonell, Sir Trystram
Delyens, Sir Garethe, Sir Bedwere, Sir Blubrys, Sir Lacotemale Tayle, Sir Lucane, Sir
Plomyde, Sir Lamorak, Sir Bors De Ganys, Sir Safer, Sir Pelleus, Sir Kay, Sir Ectorde
Marys, Sir Dagonet, Sir Degore, Sir Brumear, Sir Lybyus Dysconyus, Sir Alynore, Sir
Mordrede
© Copyright 30th December 2010 K.C.Leake
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That irreplaceable new car smell
Not known for many years
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
I'm driving a brand new jalopy
With all the bells and whistles
My mood is turning soppy
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
Musta died and gone upstairs
Slapped myself, yup I'm awake
Sitting in my underwear
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
Jumped up at the stroke of six
Forgot my knickers so here I sit
I'm now in a terrible fix
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
People start to gather around
To know if I like my new jalopy
Hope they don't look down
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
Drove off with a confident air
Enjoying my moment of ecstasy
Wind messing up my hair
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
Moments like these are rare
So very few times in a lifetime
Noticing all the stares
Instead of a clank it's a clunk
A dreamlike sound to my ears
That oh so yummy new car smell
Missed it for too many years
© Jack Ellison 2013
My wife and I were born only a few months apart,
I was older than her...so you know from whence I start.
When I was turning 50 she gave me some grief,
I didn't feel old, yet she teased me with this belief.
"I'll be living with an old man now", she would say,
In her little "cutie pie", "cut-up" way.
I knew I would have to do something to get back at her,
When she turned 50...was the time I waited for.
Those few months of her teasing me I never forgot,
Biding my time for revenge...or so I thought.
The big day came and I had the chance,
To avenge the barbs on which she'd made me dance.
We celebrated her 50th with some friends,
And got to talking about our ages, as those times tend.
I thought I'd be clever and cast out this net...
"I've never had sex with anyone over 50, as yet".
Our stunned little group fell silent and looked at me scantilly,
Thinking of how rude a comment to say...that was for me.
My wife, of course, knew the target to which I'd let my arrow fly,
Broke the silence of the moment, and made this reply...
"Well, I don't know how anyone else here might feel,
But I have had sex with one here older than 50, and it's NO BIG DEAL".
I had no rebuttal then and have had none until this time,
When I could put my perspective of all this into a rhyme.
It's been a brutal 17 years since that night,
When we sparred those few words in our "Age 50" fight.
But from that one chance banter I have learned one thing not to pick,
DON'T CROSS WORDS WITH HER...BECAUSE SHE'S JUST TOO QUICK!!
I do not want to die
Like each virgin you bed
When you have ravished her
It's off with pretty head
I do not want to die
But…Oh to be with you!
The supreme ruler, KING
So handsome, yet so cruel
You wanted your revenge
On woman who betrayed
The one who broke YOUR heart
So you must have them slayed
But what am I to do
When brought before the throne?
When you have had your fill
You’ll bow to oath you’ve sworn
And here I am tonight
The Vizier's flesh and blood
My beauty may not save
So knowledge I impart
A story sweet I weave
As in peace you recline
On cushions of damask
In scented room divine
You’re lost in what I say
Your interest...at its height
And there I stop the tale
To be spared on this night
You ask to lie with me
Demurely, I refuse
I promise you delights
When I'm no longer Muse
And so you let me leave
The richness of your bed
Wanting to know the end
My tale plays in your head
Each night I leave undone
The story on my lips
And wantonly you beg
While grasping shapely hips
One thousand nights have passed
I stand before you now
With no tale left to give
Will love suffice somehow?
You come and touch my cheek
I look up in your eyes
"I've come to love you now
You are my love, my prize."
And so my life is spared
You whisper, "Sweetest Dove!"
My stories all forgot
You've fallen for my love
You tell me through the night
Your own love story fine
And now I let you taste
My flowing luscious wine
No virgin girl…now Queen
My love has set you free
And now Arabian nights
Are filled with ecstasy!
Eileen Manassian
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
Time has stolen them from me
I am not even certain
Of how they met their end ‘
But you specifically
Do you remember
In Nursery school, we used to play
Eat dirt, swing and slay monsters all-day
But now I can’t even remember your name
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
The distance between us stole them from me
I am not even certain
If their end was excruciating or sudden and easy
But you specifically.
Do you remember?
In primary school
you always let me copy mathematics
When Mrs. Githafu was checking and marking
We were at the back bench laughing waiting for breaks
Just so we could play
I am so sorry I can’t even remember your name
It’s been too long since then
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
Life just stole them from me
I am not even certain
If in the end they saw a light or was it just darkness?
But you specifically.
Do you remember?
We met during the music festivals
Back in Nakuru, when we were in high school
Some of my friends who are dead like you
Pushed me to say hi
I remember your smile, it was so beautiful
Your replies, you were so kind
But your name
I am so sorry I can’t remember your name
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
My search for more stole them from me
Buried under the thousands of followers just for the sake of numbers
But you specifically.
Do you remember?
I remember the excitement of my first Facebook friend
Back in 09’
my first Instagram post with a double tap
Back in 12’
They were all from you, my biggest friend I never met
But you forgot to send me an invite to your burial
Still, I can’t quite remember your name
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
Life in the slow lane
There’s a tree over there.
I know you can’t see it, but I don’t care.
I never needed you to see it, for you are not here
And I could be anywhere.
The kids are playing and singing their songs.
With experiences they learn their rights from their wrongs.
We are all teachers, learning all the way along.
Why is that dog barking?
When no-one pays it any attention.
Oh yes I forgot to mention, that is it tied up.
It has never truly ran free.
Prisoner sent to detention.
Taken wherever its master may lead.
It shouts out loud I need to eat!
I need to run!
Or I need to pee!
Language is evidently not in what you see.
I chase a ball of love alone.
Got no hot number on my phone.
The buttons are not worn out from typing text.
I have stopped my endless search for sex.
Just give me fresh air and a place of peace
And I will leave you all to your jealousy.
I see a couple holding hands, with smiles on their faces,
But I have seen this before and I know how the story will end.
The beautiful nectar that begins as love, ends as faeces.
At the end they are not even friends.
Here comes the bus. Next destination please.
It’s getting late now, heading home for tea.
Still thinking of peace, love and empathy,
But I am incapable of understanding anything I have seen.
A motorbike goes flying on by.
Pretty soon they will be up in the sky.
I take the slow lane, no need to rush into the darkness.
All that is there is an endless list.
I already see the mother as she cries.
He’s being praised for the fact that he died.
I read about him the morning after in the paper.
Adrenaline seeker seeking similar.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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