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Premium Member Blackbird In September

In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost through a sieve.

I swore to rebuild our earthen dam,
and hold the waters at bay.

Your dream found a different plan, 
left nothing more to say. 

Race, now long finished, deemed total loss..,
left my prideful soul entreating. 

Waste heart's song diminished, too high the cost,
ask why the day so fleeting.

Last candle's light gleamed in his glowering gaze,
Write journal'd fate, no answer would he belie,
 
September's temper teamed in shortened days,  
to kiss late remember'd lips good-bye.


Premium Member King Lie

“King Lie”

His name was Lie.     
He carried his name high.
He could not deny
The lie he led. 

He gleamed from 
Cheek bone to cheek bone; 
When no one opposed
The lies he led,
When there was no truth to be told.

Why should anyone care?
He thought
“If no one cares 
I can be bold.
More lies to be told.
I’ll never grow cold.”  

“Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!”  He laughed.  
Knowing that he lied,
And no one died.
I don’t have to hide
In a cesspool of pride.
Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!  

My name is Lie,
And I really do lie......
I am the King of lies
No one will pass me by.
What fools they are.

I am the biggest lie.
I lie about this and I lie about that.
I lie, I lie, I lie.    
Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!  

Take hold my hand.
Let’s go lying today. 
Won’t that be fun?
This is not a pun.
Let’s go buy a gun.
That will be so much fun. 
We’ll lie about this and we’ll lie about that.

Tomorrow we’ll sit and make law
For all who don’t lie....
Is indeed a Great Honor.
Ha ha! Ha ha! Ha ha!
Form: Rhyme

Rejuvenating Voyage

Her tattered self in a city long ago
   a little girl lost in oceans of turmoil
 nobody had known her true identity
   the whimsical world looked at her in pity.
 She had an agony that none could hear
   devoid of strength, joy and love
 her wails diffused in white noise
   she prayed to her ancestors above.
 From a desolate sand dune he appeared
   who believed that she was a miracle
 he took her along as his own one
   sprinkled upon her joys, lessons, insights
 pristine hopes flourishing in anxious swamps
   he reminded her that she was a warrior
 "You don't lose until you give up"
   his blissful whispers adorned her crown.

 Their lands seemed similar in divine aurora
   her captain guided in ferocious storms
 their nascent ship went to universes afar
   victorious battles of despair with light
 an unbreakable bond of love and promises.
   He built a kingdom for his little angel
 revealing legends of her glorious history,
   a princess of submerged kingdom he knew
 his tranquil valour remained a mystery.
   Alas! She unraveled his secret glitters
 a fugitive from the land of her enemies.
 How could she trust a masked warrior
  detained beyond borders he must flee
 torn pages of faith in sandstorms 
  her sword dripped crimson blood
 serenades of magic however vanished
  departed messenger in mists of void.

 She began a voyage of unwavering courage
  his symbol in another parallel universe
 proclaimed insane in a whirlwind
  beliefs of a warrior in mystic dreams
 her lost lands, known battlefields
  revived traces in bridged reminiscence
 effervescent saplings of his presence
  to find herself she fused her essence
 bereft yet brave, her legacy applauded
  an unnamed warrior remembered for years 
 at a blissful topanga of azure twilight
  his blessings gleamed her silver sword
 he'd waited for her to win herself 
  the warrior who'd never give up hadn't left.

July 8, 2020

Warrior Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place

Premium Member Contagious Laughter Lost Tempers

If You Live By The Sword 
Then You Die By The Sword 
          How do you explain that to a child?
Do on to others as they do on to you.


An audience in the trees 
gleamed upon the sight
darkening the light 
blotting out the sun.
Nesting birds departing
upward flight, 
dancing images 
of children's play
in a sandbox 
in the shady shadow. 
Toys round them 
all colors and shapes. 
A drop of sand in a dump truck
another in a red bucket; 
it made contagious laughs
with occasional exceptions 
lost tempers,
sand flies 
toys fly. 
Isolation 
or 
integration.
We're the pearls of wisdom. 
Play nice 
or 
get hurt with your actions. 
The sunshine through the roaring clouds. 
Rain drops brought deject day, 
Bathed the children in feted glee. 
Friends helped each other gather toys. 
From play-time and cheerful day
to gather back with promises sweet, 
another day of feted glee.

12/9/2019

not for the contest "to long"
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

The Brawl

For the moment I merely watched him
Running back and forth in his home
I am patient you see
I am full of time plenty
I am the sly one in the darkness and I am hungry

So I waited, all day I waited,
All night I waited, I waited, waited, waited
And in the morning he came out of his house
I waited no more

I struck like a black bolt of lightning streaking down from the heavens
As if Death itself had ripped across space to sever everything with its scythe
I screamed down from heaven and struck

Only to find him leaping up and over me
To tumble in the air and land behind me
I landed in a crouch...
Peering around over my shoulder I gleamed at him

He for his sake I saw glaring back at me balefully with eyes and one hand beckoning me

I snarled

Spun around and lashed out with my whip as I did
He ducked it,

With the speed of sound my fist struck him
He blocked it

Out came my foot, and then the other
He evaded the first, and caught the second
I rolled and struck him across his face with the first

Again I landed on my feet

He staggered back and with a back flip he was ready once more...

He wiped his nose with one hand
Bade me come at him again with the other
A sly half grin on his lips

I charged this impudent fool
Changed direction, spun around
Out came my whip
Out came my foot
And he leaped over my whip
Flipped between my foot
And struck me twice with his own
light kicks to the face meant to shock me more than hurt me

We parted and circled each other
Looking for openings in the other's defenses

And there because I am patient I found it
A chink in his armour of skill and technique

He was mine
Again I rushed him in one smooth fluid motion
Twin kicks, the whip, my fists, and head butt, knees and elbows
In blinding fury, speed and in the space between thought it was over...

He retreated blocking the kicks,
Ducking the whip,
Avoiding the fists left then right
Catching the head butt in his hands
Countering the knees with his knees
The elbows with his elbows
And then...
He did the impossible
He

Defeated me

Rolling backwards he slammed my head into the wall,
Sliding from beneath my crumpling body with his feet
To stand ready inches from my limping body

I remember thinking then as my eyes closed to the world
"That's one damn tough hamster," I get out of the Kitty Clinic in two days

I want a rematch


An Incomplete Search

I went searching for-
that little child who cuddled in her mother's arms, 
those tender feet that jumped in rain, 
that little heart which melted for a kiss, 
those twinkling eyes that gleamed in the moonlight. 

I enquired the oak tree about-
one little nose that smelt the early morning jasmines, 
an enthusiastic voice that sang the stories of the sky, 
those tender fingers that brilliantly belted out the piano, 
that curly hair which locked the light of life securely in it. 

I kept on searching for those red ribbons, that blue tunic and those black shoes which accompanied the girl to her school
I walked all the way right from her study table to her office desk following her footprints to get some detail of her 
I ran amidst the woods where she breathed the pure early morning air
I checked the cabins of the city metro that seated her comfortably when she choked for breath. 

Her spectacles had no answer to any of my questions regarding her whereabouts 
Her golden ring lied lifeless on the table having lost its royal glory 
Her favorite shoes are still waiting for the mountain trekking event. 
Her black bike had no answer when I asked why it's engine is never ignited. 
Her friends still kept her number in their contact list pointlessly waiting for a text message from her. 
Her boyfriend silently walked into his office cabin and seriously worked on his assignments - he'ld probably never smile again
Her mother sat on the dining table with two plates in front of her-she'ld probably never realise that the food remains untasted forever.

Curtsy and Bow

The Teacher boomed "Girls Curtsy" now "Boys Bow".
"Learn your Etiquette, Ladies first Gentlemen".
"We do not run we are not a herd of cattle, Now single file !"

"You Mr Smith will hold the door !, Thank you sir"
We filed threw the door unlike cattle as best we could.
Young Mr Smith falling promptly into the end of the line.

The girls giggled at us boys, as it seemed we were most in need of discipline.
And now to add to our disgrace we must, I must, keep from becoming violently ill.
For today we will learn to dance with Girls !

Behold the Gymnasium, the fetid hall of Torture, First Dodge-ball and now this Humiliation. Under the glaring lights of the Gymnasium devilish eyes gleamed across the way as they separated boys from girls.Damn their souls !, Begone ye pony-tailed and frilly spawns of Satan !

If only a deathly rain of frogs would find this an opportune moment to appear.
With their Ghastly shrills they would scatter to the winds like dandelion seeds ! 
But protected they were, the roof held steady and appeared it would for quite sometime.

They then paired us off, boy-girl, boy-girl, no chance to protest it was done.
I stood there holding her hand, staring at the back of her curly red hair.
She turned and smiled then shrugged, looking away so I would not turn to stone.

The Teacher sneered with fiendish delight and clapped her hands "Now Begin !"
Music filled the air and the frilly beast grabbed my other hand and pulled me towards her."Step-Step-Step-Left-Step-Step and Right, Boys pay attention !"

Slightly above the music I could hear groans from my fellow tortured souls.
We drug our feet desperately hoping for a Fire drill, The A-bomb, anything to end this nightmare ! The clock ticked slowly away and finally it came to an end, Death did not come we lived on.

The Redheaded Demoness turned to me "You did good" she said, and walked away to rejoin the giggling herd. Several days later a note appeared tapping on my shoulder, from the (Redheaded Demoness) "I like you do you like me Y/N" it read. It was over for me, my journey through the light had come to an end and into the darkness I fell as I pressed down with my #2 Pencil and circled (Y).
© RC Arts  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member From Puppy Crush To Real Love

And down our secret country lane
Two souls as one   playfulness gleamed,
We laughed beneath the crisp of rain
A puppy affair   we careened--
To relish the hours in a shade 
In the gush of sleet's lullaby
With abandon   feet in a wade
Reflecting young crush, hearts did sigh.

Sweet adventures so unrehearsed
Grew from fancy to deepened union;
Our couple - dates  with fervor's thirst
Affirmed years of real communion.

Now, our eyes hold love,  murmurs touch
Just like my past wedding bouquet
Within all times   this life I clutch
As true love ripens every day .
When trials come as joy's surprise...
Both of us walk on godly air
Oh how a moment never dies
To celebrate all rains we share.


3/21/2017
For Eve Roper: Puppy love vs True love
Form: Quatrain

The Midnight Ride of Dawes and Prescott

A retelling of Longfellow’s The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride too long unclear,
Not one lone horseman through April’s gloom,
But three who galloped with freedom’s doom.

On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five,
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers well that fateful quest,
When liberty’s riders rode out to the west.

He said to his friends, “The signal’s near,
One if by land, and two if by sea;
And I on the road will be ready to ride,
To wake the towns through the countryside.”

Then Dawes took saddle, a westward track,
While Revere turned north and didn’t look back;
And Prescott, waiting, would join before dawn,
When the British patrols pressed fierce and strong.

A friend in the belfry, tall and still,
Hung the lanterns high on the hill.
Two lights gleamed from the church’s tower,
And the riders were off in that midnight hour.

Through Charlestown streets the hoofbeats rang,
Past Medford farmsteads the summons sang,
Till window and door flew open wide.
“Up, ye farmers, awake!” they cried.

“Arm and gather, for war draws near!
The Regulars march with sword and spear!”
And the country folk, startled from bed,
Seized their muskets with faces red.

But lurking in darkness, the redcoats came,
A mounted patrol to end the flame;
And Revere was taken, his journey stayed,
Though bravely and loudly, the call he made.

Yet Dawes broke free with his steed still fast,
By wood and meadow the night he passed;
While Prescott vaulted the orchard wall,
His horse leapt high and out sped them all.

Onward he sped through Concord’s gate,
Shouting the word before ’twas too late:
“The soldiers are marching, the foe is near!
To arms! To arms! The time is here!”

From lantern’s glow to the farmyard’s cry,
The news went racing, mile on mile;
And farmers gathered with powder dry,
Their hearts aflame, their spirits high.

So when at the bridge the dawn was red,
And the first shots of the war were sped,
’It was Dawes and Prescott, whose midnight quest
Had summoned the people from east to west.

Therefore, my children, remember well,
The truth of the tale that history tells:
Not Revere alone through the dark he rode,
But Dawes and Prescott, who bore the load.

By Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Configuring the Heart

On the splendorous crown of my heart
shimmering in the cerulean night
you gleamed with the sequins of moon.
I tried to feel your sapphire touch,
but you glided away out of my sight,
across my sky I had carved for you.

In the verdant vale of my cascading heart
your footprints traced a turquoise trail.
As I walked on the deserted garden path
I discerned the remains of my love glow
in the mesmeric embrace of the moon dust,
drizzling with the patina of your grace.

From the darkened edge of the stilled night 
storm clouds surged with thunders of strife,
splintered my sky of convoluted dreams.
From beneath the dispersed debris of despair
I gathered the fragments of my broken heart.

When you returned to my yearning sky
these turned into stars sprouting one by one,
bejeweled by your moonbeam lattice.
I configured my heart a crystal constellation,
wreathing an astral garland to embrace you.

Written : January 17, 2020
February 19, 2020
Contest : Strand Select U, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand

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