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the field is given a name
battles are about where they disappear
the ones that walk away
don't know where the hell they are
after the mayhem
peace continues destroying barns
birds peck at exploded eye sockets
take what they see to feather nests in hollow trees
insignia and belt buckles
are hunted to extinction
sold into usury
mists shuffle a daze of time
the rattling roll calls of magpies and jackdaws
echo the click-clacking of jawbones
executing orders and counter orders
the officers that stumbled forward or away
go quietly mad or marry well
later
shell stumped foot foragers tell their slogging tales
then find newly cracked rockers
to slip away on
between the hour before dawn and midday
the violence died away in smoke
muddle and disorder
no land was lost or won nothing ended or begun
only this smoldering
cannon blasted field surrendering its nowhere acres
eventually milk cows and goats are purchased
to he hell into butter
dead horses are brought back
as glue and sacks of fertilizer
the stubborn ghosts of mules bray
on the night before remembrance day
thus now in the kilter and unwinding of years
the unnamed are plowed in or out
framed in visitor centers
the long hauled about laid to primal grist
the fallen slain recalled again
to quicken vintage tractors
the bearded and beardless site-marked and told
by the grave tongued rangers
who speak for the listening gone
and the whole much pounded shebang
grid referenced
as the muzzled earth still heaves up
its lead riddled bones
service roads are built over tufts of d-n-a
spent shells and frayed lapels catalogued
filed away
then the blue and grey left to fight
their own way home
while another day breaks its promise
The world is in trouble because,
We have journalists,
Who know the answers, before they ask the questions?
The world is in trouble because,
We have preschool teachers,
Who don't like reading.
The world is in trouble because,
We have politicians,
Who didn't come to office via a party.
The world is in trouble because,
We have instructors,
Who were never given instructions.
The world is in trouble because,
We have Doctors,
Who never leave their premises.
The world is in trouble because,
We have contractors,
Who make money by contracting out.
The world is in trouble because,
We have people producing goods,
Who don't know how to count.
The world is in trouble because,
We have all but forgotten,
Who, where, what and how to.
HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX
Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips
As spring breeze kiss, I am a lady longing to grow
Fear a lost shadow because warmth flows
With your presence alone, I am soppy blown
You bestow me a new life within a universe that's dark
Walk with me, don't you depart
Let's decorate views: a tapestry of you and me
Man ... how quick you boil my fire
Your heart thumps a crystal chime choir
Cushioned pleased from your musky scent
Words weak and not needed for us to speak
Beside the hearth, let's dance our anthem real slow
as our heartbeats jive in a pas de deux
If by chance you catch my eye
I hope for you to see our sparkles high...
Our footwork a unison graceful cruise
Two become one in this dance we choose
Best given as we don't wanna to lose
© O. E. Guillermo
October 24, 2014; 10:27pm
***Inspired by the poem made by James Fraser: THE FONDER OF YOU
***PAS DE DEUX (French, literally "step of two") is a dance duet in which two dancers, typically a male and a female, perform ballet steps together. The pas de deux is characteristic of classical ballet and can be found in many well-known ballets, including Sleeping Beauty, Swan Lake, and Giselle.
They were young starry-eyed, yet too soon so many had to die.
Brave to a fault with wanderlust of youth, no challenge spurned however seemingly uncouth.
In azure blue skies with only clouds as friends, they sought their prey through war's myopic lens.
No quarter given and none spared by their foes, incandescent bullets superseding schoolyard blows.
Skill and verve no match for destiny's roulette, to survive another day an all too losing bet.
Still they flew and fought with all their might, for love of country protecting it from blight.
Summoned by that bell with its strident chilling tones, pervading every pore of their worn and tired bones.
Verve and duty each relying on the other, no place to hide but raw courage as their cover.
For all those boys that fast turned into men, saving our isles from sweeping plain to gleaming glen,
We shall remember you forever in our lore, the few that gave so much and often so much more.
Let's weave a tapestry of moments, threads of laughter, and whispers of sweet nothings. In the ebbs and flows of life, let's find the ways to reignite the flame that burns bright within. Let's chase the sunshine, hand in hand, and dance under the stars, hearts beating as one.
In the whispers of the night, let's share our dreams, our fears, and our desires. Let's be the refuge, the safe haven, where love resides. We'll play hide and seek, and pillow fights, and laugh until our sides ache, our hearts overflowing with joy.
We'll be the kids we once were, carefree and wild, exploring the world with wonder, and finding magic in the mundane. We'll be best friends, confidants, and partners in crime, sharing secrets and stories, and making memories that will last a lifetime.
We'll laugh, we'll cry, and we'll love, deeply, unconditionally, and without apology. We'll support each other's dreams, and lift each other up, when the road ahead seems uncertain. We'll be each other's rock, our love a beacon of hope, guiding us through life's storms.
We'll take the road less traveled, and discover hidden treasures, and make memories that will forever be etched in our hearts. We'll care for each other, with kindness, compassion, and love, and we'll grow together, as one, in perfect harmony.
This love of ours is a flame that burns bright, a flame that will guide us, through the darkest nights, and light our way, to a future, filled with hope, joy, and love. Let's sweeten up our love, every day, and cherish this gift, that we've been given, this love, this life, this beautiful, messy, wonderful life.
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Otis (Trench Mouth) Trench was born with pneumonia in a black-rain steel town in Third World, Pennsylvania. He was not expected to survive and received Last Rites. His unction was so extreme, however, Death could not grab hold and he slipped away. He grew up wild, learned his letters from a ragman’s son and took off for the high country and the deep blue sea. Upon his return, he landed a job tending bar in a low life shot-and-beer joint called the Old Salem Tavern, but referred to by locals as The Country Whore Inn. He began composing lyrics as a way of minding the tide and easing the drift. It continues to be an on-going process. In a recent interview with the fashion editor of A Dim, Dark Mirror, Mr. Trench was quoted as saying:
At this specific stage of my existence, and in consideration of the circumstances in which I find myself, it surprises me to discover that rumors of my downfall have been insinuated within the chronology of my tenure, since, upon completion of an extensive and thorough inventory of my physical and spiritual estate, as best can be determined by the faculties I still retain within my possession and deemed by myself to be valid and reliable given an honest assessment of the facts of the matter; I testify for the official record, and in a fashion suitable to be notarized, authorized and cauterized, that regarding the state of my particulars, I am of the firm, unwavering opinion, despite whatever dissenting voices may be heard chiming discordantly in some distant pasture of manure-sodden earth seeking to either disturb my slumber or provoke my wrath, and regardless of whatever graying whiskers I may in fact possess, I aver assuredly that in contradiction to all appearances and any other details not withstanding – my ass ain’t draggin’ yet. In consideration of my prognosis, would you hike up your skirt a little higher, honey?
It lacks every rhyme or reason
To bake a cake and not serve it
It takes away the season
And leaves a bad taste to sit
Here's a baker opening shop
Who's a few slices short of a loaf
Abruptly brings his sweets to a stop
To the abandonment, me, the oaf
I had looked forward to his cake
Is Connie not allowed a sugar rush
Yet no reason given to the break
Only an indelible slight and hush
What I'm driving at is not that sweet
But a contest here at Poetry Soup
Where the sponsor got happy feet
And skipped out on the group
His slight, "no winners chosen" ... gang
As every criterion followed to a tee
Yet his answer leaves mouth's to hang
And a body of work to drop to a knee
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That's all she wrote.
Teary eyed trying to understand the hate in disguise
a energetic fear of abandonment help veil those lies
I am fed up with this frequency of control and hate
people are so prone to believe authentic love is a bait
unconditional love given they reject and distrust it
accustomed to conditional lovers with a kindness skit
honestly, love is universal and don't have a disguise
It don't judge, reject, harm, control or even denies
unconditional love will not have your heart like a yoyo
dealing with a conditional lovers playing Marco Polo
abused minds conditioned to accept what is given
limited; not knowing it's a bigger agenda of riven
I know being mind, body, soul, and child of love
whether it is from below, mid-heaven or above
embodying love with great intentions for self and all
spreading love no matter the circumstantial call
targeted because that's my mission in this lifetime
plenty of road blocks, but hate has pivot me this time
homeless staying in the cold, but I still offer love to all
help has been hinder/halted so I can stop, regret, and fall
my whole family abused me with many manipulated blames
I will always love them; not allow hate combust into flames
what ever force that uses vessels to instill hateful behavior
they are forgiven knowing controlling my emotions is my savior.
Lord Jesus Christ triumphantly prevails
Servant-leader* Who never fails.
Leaving glorious home in heaven
Born humbly showing stewardship’s haven.
Saviour, rescuing from hell’s torments
Emmanuel, securing faith-works’ engagements.
Seeking sinners at love’s cost
Compassionate missionary to the lost.
Fulfilling first His supreme command
Winning souls as divinely planned.
Offering Himself as gracious sacrifice
He paid redemption’s great price.
Bearing iniquities upon death-altar
Indeed, He’s obedience righteous-Exemplar.**
*Matthew 8:1 , 23; Matthew 4:25
**Philippians 2:5-8 Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:
Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God:
But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name.
Ten-Word Couplet Series
December 5, 2018
I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew
To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to many sounds
In awe as we walk amidst most wondrous displays
That on any given day beautiful vistas abound
Decisions, decisions, as we contemplate which way
It's such a special day wondering what to wear
Beauty personified will my Olive be on this day
Knights or Royal Princes, all they can do is stare
So tomorrow we've decided to be our chosen route
Two hearts in decision, declaring what's their suit
Mayday morn now greets as I turn next to me
She my guiding light as beautiful as the dawn
Excitement illuminates for into her eyes I see
Onto my back I lie, that feel she's now upon
Into this day we go heading along the river
Crystal clear translucent such serenity in it's flow
Under greened canopies cooled shaded deliver
Wafting leaved dress in delightful fanned throw
We sense the clearings near for scents we sense
Sporadic clusters in capture of welcoming eyes
Mayday games have started, distant heard suspense
Knights on horseback mounted, now in espy
Now we're in amidst encapsulated we now are
She's here to cheer, her Sir James, soon to spar
Balcony she now awaits, white steed he's now astride
Blinkered pairings gallop towards intended foe
To win this Mayday he, to fight for her his bride
Eliminate his enemy, witness his crimson flow
His lance in now connect, thrown metal disperses
Petals of beauty hurled of rainbows selected
Images of we, now thinking marital rehearses
To know on this day, her intended she's elected
Moments of their previous now in recent past
Knowing they're now free in kaleidoscopic stream
Spectrum of feelings now in view full cast
In colourful extremes, fight for your dreams
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