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(alternately titled...
whoops rites of spring
prematurely ejaculated).
This livingsocial mortal opposes
rigor mortis deadened waiver!
Great slabs of ice thrust
from Perkiomen River
competing forces did deliver
contraction and expansion
giving yours truly,
a frightened shiver
hurled with heft of Goliath
smashed into a bajillion pieces,
akin to alms giver
momentarily, sans freeze-
frame (courtesy J. Geils ghost)
suspended, hallucinated
me accursed and destined,
grim fate akin to drunk Mini driver
city, viz frozen blocks buzz
feeding frigid air, a sliver
of Ice Age dam axed
face of Paul R. Vortex
as he launched a
thousand shrieking banshees,
an narrow escape as I did quiver,
hence explaining thunderous crash heavily
argh...no time to mull
battering (ramming analogous to
more'n one angry red bull)
Highland Manor Apartments
little imagination needed
to envision skull
and crossbones harkened full
Nelson deathly hallowed
grip inescapable pull
aghast and petrified to brimfull
(of mine non hull
king manlihood down
to the last drop),
nonetheless didst cull
atavistic adrenaline
laden fight flight, never a dull
moment whirling as
a "FAKE" undercover agent
with an off humorous bent
(what, that might earn me ten cent),
plus considering myself civil gent
(yea, really no time asper hero to invent,
such as the unassuming Clark Kent),
ah...wishful thinking misspent
mere seconds to spare sought
shelter in makeshift tent
deep sea diving into blanketed warmth
this whimpering poet went!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord
Assured is he who trust is in the name of the Lord
Blessed assurance is the Lord who reigns for ever
Oracles spoke and prophecy breathed life to men
In times of distress men harkened to the voice
Saying.. the sun was darkened and the moon
Turned the colour of blood.. but the end is not yet
For the Lord reigns and unto him belongs Dominion
Will not the Almighty one call all unto judgement..
Will not the creator call all to account for their doings
Will it not be a shower of glad tidings
As the throne of Judgement is unveiled
And the righteous receive their reward
Even so the work is not yet finished
Even so the end is not yet.. says he
I will come like a thief.. keep watch
Code 254
The Watchers Journal
Lost in a vacuum of darkness
Hearing beats of a distant drum
A marshaling cadence that harkened
Together we'll overcome
Advancing I paused to listen
The sonorous pounding increased
It's volume and rhythm did hasten
My lonely anxiety had ceased
I knew nothing now could stop me
Adrenaline numbed all sense of fear
My pace became more lively
As the darkness began to clear
Then suddenly another thumping
I tried to make sense of it all
My nerves were raw and jumping
From within I began to recall
With confidence I ventured
To soldier on about
Alone I fought my battles
Sowing seeds of fear and doubt
I found my path had gone astray
And led me far from home
Pride and shame would guide my way
In darkness left to roam
So longing for the sunlight
Without torrential rain
And thoughts of bright tomorrows
Without regard for pain
Into this light still brighter
Casting sins of my confession
The heaviness within my soul
Was lifted from oppression
His grace there to receive me
In my greatest hour of need
Thankful is my heart and soul
His call was there to heed
That beating drum still resonates
In such a blessed way
Now, at last, the prodigal
Is coming home to stay
Spiritually speaking,
Daniel Turner
& Jeannie Minor
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
diminished.
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”
Then “I” had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
“Can’t we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”
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J. Scott Burns...
for : Choose a line 2
Sponsor : Joseph May
prompt: “The darkened sky stole my tears”
submission date : 27/5/25
Placed : 4th : multiple
RETURN MY TEARS
The darkened sky stole my tears
soprano crystalline they quickly disappeared
Lucy my name still neat to tweet, though
inner ocean could no longer drip sighs sweet
desert dry goals, set anew, a different stew
He no longer beheld teary dampened hues
charcoal cloud-lips licked tear salt refined
eerie seraphim pointed saffron south where
fears were consternatingly narrowed near
Danube desires for red velvet attire or
focussed cease fires mattered little
life performances madly tearless brittle
it happened during a talisman thunderstorm
this certainly phantom-like for fairy form
soul aches to touch streamlets down rosy
cheeks so charming, petulant part
of story lost, when eyes dam up but
cannot willow weep, sleepless songs seep
to soak satin midnight pillow a disappeared
right in dim bower, choking hours
‘forget sad droplets !’ flowered cupids harkened,
‘Heart scrubbed clear from harlequin waters
your taffeta tears glisten on thistle in
Garden of Eden, closely listen !’
wolf pacified, ‘not to worry, you can voice a howl’
gobi bear beckoned, ‘come prowl with tawny owl
we will hear symphonic larks in operas dark
tea-rose tears are for unopened hearts
stealing kisses or wishes with swishes
eating sumptuous dishes’
sob I wanted to so bad, be singularly sad
feel drips on hands and feet, wash out eyes lubricate lips with self’s own mineralised H2O
enriched emotion to finely comb, then hit Home
Dark sky ! Return my tears ! Hear Soul’s plea
Tears, my liquidised diamonds, an oasis for me
The story is told
In the Rome of old
A man took the road
Bearing the load
The cross of shame
Guilt and blame
All to us shove
His unending love
The story had been told
A prophecy that waited to unfold
He who had eyes beheld
And was fortunately compelled
He who had ears harkened
News that saddened
That the innocent was slain
All to bear another’s pain
The story is always told
That forbearance and love may hold
As the wisdom that ought to be sought
Even profitable if bought
Not for sale but for keeps
That a man may make leaps
Peaceful even with his enemies
With speech full of remedies
Remember when life seemed easy
And the dance came so seamless;
Music seemed to pour from the sky
And summer nights were soft and dreamless.
Remember when you and I together
Waltzed step and step in love;
And conflict and rancor were unknown;
We moved together while stars danced above.
Remember when a smile would mend
All the tensions of the working day;
And the sound of your voice harkened joy;
We never thought to censure what to say.
Remember when our memories were sweet
And separation meant only a few hours apart;
Those days have passed, my dear;
What remains is only my broken heart.
The store aisles are now filled, with red~pink running everywhere. Hearts of all sizes can be found, from cards to candy to animals. With all this stuff, what is one to buy. I harkened back to that day, our first Valentine’s Day when you were away. A simple~beautiful card we each mailed, our cards were each filled with love~kisses.
Date Written: 12/31/2021
The in-sense of dying night falls
in the early morning burn.
The mating song of the beast calls in the darkness,
hyenas mimicking loved one,
per each his turn,
navigating at their clever wheel of turn, turn
turning into pleasure map of "do what thou wilt",
soul_crack, of urn.
Falling for deception, so that the false gods may Grandfather in, their idol's star craft
in djini-ology heroic return.
We come by reflections, harkened at the waters edge.
We are a marker in the sand, as the world crumbles, repealing-aeon, as sifted soot through our hands, hourglass cutting teeth, smash and grab.
In a Universe too young for this implosion ing.
Our corrosion to conformity
to society ending erosioning, with so little prompting.
As we watch from our comfortably numb
resistanktuary, of the carrion, "Dead's Retreat"
Apathy?
Nay marking an 'X' of charred remains,
in treasures stead, of we, strangers in a strange land. As it pertains to
the mystery of dancing through the space in our heads while calling for sensibilities of poisoned lead.
Caught stealing from our time past
and shadowed from another
aging twine and deepening larceny craft
of cast of lots cast last,
mirrored hive minds, ape-ing, bled from un holy rites
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Avatar, Starbucks, Apollo, Aphrodite,
Artemis, Ad-Venti es.
Non recused, by the divine
in his un muse, sick
of our cold touch stone
mobile fold table altar
of our abbadocsyst em
forlorned murder gurney, games of usurper thrones.
Our journey sojourned, so journed, so adjourned?
without Corona Mass Hystraction drill leading
to bottomless pit-CERN,
unleashing/Demon Drones/
Main Eventi and Coronation.Infestation
manifest stationing bling bling and
"Everything Zen"... " I don't think so"?
Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)
Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
(for Peat Sake) iz like really coal
man, cuz carnivores consume meat,
which genetically modified organisms
engender incredible non edible size foal,
these agribusiness farmed animals shot up
with synthetic hormones
spurring heightened development
accidentally, inadvertently, and unleashing
King Kong monstrous outrageous gnoll,
whereat each footfall taken
by scary creature resembling
a humanoid hyena
results in said frankenfood digging,
one after another humungous hole
resulting in dirt pile
cresting, kickstarting, and
rivaling a mini
spring mount tin knoll
necessitating massive
manhunt to cap cha
lurching, pounding, and thudding
beast whereat entire
motley crue all harkened
from places named Lowell,
nonetheless heil lee calf full
to arm themselves with more'n one
tranquilized tipped pole
anachronistic cautionary expedition generating
masterfully baiting monster
with immense gritty buttered roll,
whose gargantuan ramp
aging spree across
world wide web
found endangered population
tuff lee from their
picturesque enclave i.e. Floss
on the Mill as zee unbridled
quasi jabberwocky took a selfie gloss
silly attired (trumpeting
"FAKE" ska don face mask)
likening pulling up moss
as coiffed "hair...hm..." all the while
gabbling, instagramming,
snapchatting, and toss
sing fearsome Frankenstein
with especial bent toward
those sharing surname Voss
in tandem to flagrant
disregard to paradigm
housing hefty prime
statutes of grammatically
correct syntactical rhetoric, plus rhyme
ming showcasing a novel
discovered talent to enrich pantheon
until the end of time.
since times of auld
where linkedin note able people
(some long haired others bald)
plaintively, suddenly, and called
urgently to be importantly installed
to brainstorm figuring a solution
to vanquish, nightmarish,
and hellish abominable madness!