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Space Rock Climber was born to the void
On an asteroid named for its ores and metals
Orbiting the sun one year after another
Morning never comes
Day never breaks
Silence goes on forever dead
A 10 year old son abandoned by parents
Who moved back to their home planet, Earth
The boy climbs rocks for a living on a rock
Food ran out two years ago
The climber turned to stones and minerals
Surviving on dirt sustenance alone
Rocks stay in place forever with their flavor
Easy to hunt down in craters
Black skies scream at the stars
Lack of atmosphere, depleted air
Low oxygen, no spare tanks, parental lies
Laid out on the platform of dark horizons
No one lives for long in outer space
Parents should not leave their children all alone
Like so much liter waste and weightlessness
He forgot their names
Embraced the great beyond as his domain
They had no room on board the ship they said
If only he were a little lighter
Perhaps he would fit between the gold and silver
Shipments of such commodities are revered
Rock climber has no name
It is not needed in this environment
Temperatures run from the sun
From hot to cold as is expected
Climate fluctuates that way in space
The young man stays the same
Stands on solid ground
Time sets no limits on the day
As the asteroid tumbles on
No doubt it has directions figured out
A barren rock is not a proper home
If he could remember, he would forget
It's for the best
Abandonment is not healthy for the mind
Mom and dad left him minors tools
Smiled and gave advice
They told him to climb high ridges
And wave good-bye
It is a trial out in space
Cry’s go unheard and serve no purpose
The vacuum of the void defines survival
This is the only world he knows
Rock Climber goes up the granite inclines
To find minerals for his soul
He grows too old to work
Then something happened
As luck would have it a collision just occurred
An asteroid hit his little world
Hurled him and his rock back home
Finally he would see the Earth
Enter the atmosphere in a hurry
Just in time to tell his mom and dad
Don't worry! Don't burn alone!
I'm here so we can have a blast together
I want to tell you a story that will not end with the glory,
Of a good friendship gone gory, come on drink the drink from my flask.
You have backstabbed me through my worst, so come on now, do quench your thirst,
And to be buzzed, you will be first; I know you’re love to have a blast.
Thanks for helping me; you’re the only one who could help with this task.
Come on, let us bury the past.
Do you remember my good friend, often times you try to pretend?
Saying in you, I should depend, masked people must take off their mask.
Behind my back you were lying, in revenge now I’m applying,
Like in your lies you were trying, to avoid whatever I ask.
And now you will feel, what I was feeling, on the wrath that I cast,
Go on; drink the drink from my flask.
Do you feel inebriated, perhaps too intoxicated?
It seems your vision has faded, my, you have gotten drunk so fast.
Come on help me mix this caustic, hurry now! Is it too toxic?
It’s not harmful; you won’t get sick, be careful it could give a blast.
I push him in, but he don’t fit, so now I had to use my rasp,
I vowed my revenge, so take in your breath; it is to be your last.
And now in this drum you will bask.
You have done me this way too long; lying, stealing; the same old song,
And in life you do not belong, for it’s your lies that are too vast.
I’m done with my contemplating and your death I am awaiting,
Should I go, I am debating, now you’re time in there has surpassed.
I am not like you; I take it further, can you see the contrast?
For your help, it’s an A, you passed.
Sips of liquor is what it took, to rid this liar, thief, and crook,
Now entombed in this little nook, I wipe the germs off of my flask.
And though he’s dead, I am upset, because my clothes and shoes are wet,
And for this day I won’t forget; my senses I begin to grasp.
But for now all of my problems are floating, in acid and gas,
There they’ll dwell, in the wooden cask.
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For Elaine George's 'Tell me a story' contest
The form is Trochaic Octameter
Iambic pentameter serves as the substitute.
I toss and turn in my bed
Unable to sleep
God I need the rest
But I can hear the roar of the thunder outside
Along with my heartbeat
The rain starts pouring down
Making that wonderful sound I love to hear
The one thing that makes me go into a deep sleep
That gets me away from here
When I fall asleep
Everything just disappears
When I fall asleep
My troubles go away
So I wonder why can't I stay?
In a world that has no troubles
Just to be a sleep floating in a bubble
I'm not scared
I just want to stay in my dream
To escape my nightmare
The rain continues to pour
As I keep drifting more and more
But I wonder will I even remember
What I dream of while in this slumber?
I doubt that I will
But oh well I don't care
Because now everything is still
But I'm starting to wonder am I scared?
When I fall asleep
It keeps the monsters at bay
They're not able to reach me
I'm too far away
When I fall asleep
I'm out of everything's reach
The only thing that I can hear is my heartbeat
*bump bump* it goes
Because I'm scared
I just want to stay in my dream
To escape my nightmare
What is my nightmare you ask?
Everything that has happened in my past
I don't dwell on it that I do not
But it is something that I have not forgot
For it has effected my present and future
I have been deprived of a life
That every teenager my age should have
Go out with friends and have a blast
Instead no here I am
Paying bills and stressing out
Things I really shouldn't have to worry about
But I'm strong and determined to go on
It's all I can be
But for right now I'll stay in my dream
When I fall asleep
I get locked in a bubble
When I fall asleep
That keeps out all my troubles
But I'm learning the hard way
Not to be scared
No longer dream
But face my nightmare
A flash of lightning awakened me
Darkness is all I could see
But I realized
The lightning popped my bubble
Making me face my troubles
Just like the lightning striking at any second
Life can be the same
But the real question is
Can you hear the thunder roar?
If so get ready for the rain
12/26/21
Time I make a splash
Got to fulfill important tasks
Can't rely on hiding behind masks
It won't always be what you asked
Staying intact or full of bug splats
Broken and cracked windshield glass
The wings of bats
Continuing to flap
Before returning to the cave for a nap
Out to get snacks
Packs of rats
Eating trash
Watching their backs
Looking out for cats
And traps
In a flash
Another clash
On train tracks
Or in the grass
Followed by maggots and gnats
It had nothing to do with cash
Just the way of the animal world, real facts
No cap
Comprehend and imagine that
A lot comes with a catch
It goes by fast
The good things in life rarely last
Live a life full of laughs
And have a blast
Close and far from flax
Just about everything getting a tax
Whether or not in burlap sacks
Often outmatched
Souls being snatched
By the batch
Evidence buried underneath a hatch
With a locked latch
Hundreds of feet below a vegetable patch
Never went to mass
Pushed it to the max
Then ran out of gas
So I ate some bass
Then took a dab of wax
Back to work on this obstacle I slash
And smash
I'm causing cracks
From swinging my pickaxe
Originally, I was barely making a scratch
For the last time I'll rehash
It was slapdash
So there was backlash
Wrote about it in my raps
Often I'd relapse
Perhaps
It's time I detach from all this crap
Too many chaps
Obsessed over apps
And others fighting over scraps
The curtains getting pulled back
Not going to keep it under wraps
Before it all turns to ash
Learn from the past
And other despicable acts
As time continues to pass
What's the haps
Do you truly have a clue?
Do you know the half
Or are you an ignorant ass?
People harass
Cause others to feel like an outcast
No wonder they eventually snap
And are full of wrath
Causing bloodbaths
This is turning into a plague, not a rash
Why are we going down this path
Where most burn and crash
Our friends are dying fast.
Visits are very few.
But we all have a blast,
When occasionally they do.
It was pouring rain on Friday,
Not the most cheerful weather,
It was not the time "To make hay".
Just lovely still to be together.
Then to our surprise,
Our doorbell rang,
John took time to arise,
Then we heard the"Bang."
John tried to hurry to the door,
He was far too slow,
When he finally got there,
He found our old friend Joe
John was delighted to see Joe,
And Gwen, Josip's wife,
We had not seen them for seven years
Because of circumstances of life.
Josip is from Ukraine,
He is a knowledgeable man
He has lived a life of pain
And can handle strife.
Gwen was using a walker,
Joe is partially blind
Gwen is an easy talker,
And she is very kind.
We made tea and coffee,
And a bite to eat,
Gwen said, How long have you been deaf?
As John sat rubbing his feet.
In the course of the conversation,
I had to instil eyedrops and take various pills,
It was a revelation
To discover so many ills
After we had discussed our ailments
And how life as we knew it,
Way back when has changed
We got onto the derailments
Of unnecessary wars,
Brought about by Power and greed
That has deranged
The Universe.
Our conversation peppered,
With every emotion that one could feel,
We laughed and sighed
Our friendship sealed,
No aches and pains
That afternoon
All forgotten
As there was no room
For personal woes.
We talked them away
The conversation was stimulating,
We could have talked for days
The time spent was invigorating
It brought our brains into play.
No need to agree with all that was said,
Respecting opinions,
Without being easily led,
Keeping an open mind,
Until you find,
The answers that are true
And acceptable to you,
Thank you, Gwen and Joe,
Your visit cheered us so.
See you in the New year.
It will give us time for our minds to clear.
To vt reloaded
You will have tons of platina..!!
Says thy glown up retina
Victory sign by fingers too
Adds additional glamour too
Cascadic traces of hair such
Only make you marvellous much
Are you an angel from afar
Or a fairy from system lunar
Curiosity reaches the climax
As you appear on screen max
An opportune moment for me to verse
As thy status updates traverse
Have a blast in a way grand
Along with thy spouse and band..!
Bon Voyage
World travel is a great offer
Only availed by folks philosopher
Standing for triumph and victory
Soon thou make history
Born in Waltair you have passion
Served in Bengaluru with devotion
Hyderabad being thy latest abode
Launched you to the places abroad
May you have all pleasures there
Besides spiritual leisures fair
Wishing thee my Lord Goddess
A bon voyage with joys ace
What a lucky moment for UAE..!
As Vizag Deity vising Dubai..!!
I’ve heard of its grandeur
Besides riches and splendour
May the city be thy next place
Of ruling like a royal ace..!
To tanisu
An MBA with stature tall
Blessed with two kids small
Being her forty second birthday
I greet her come what may
Name stands for being gracious
My sonnet I offer to the lady precious
May she scale all success heights
Enjoying all mirth and delights
Pride of my state and nation
Glorious woman with passion
Grace in her talk and walk
Soon on mission she’s to embark
Queen of her heavenly family
She is my Lord Goddess really..!!
To vt reloaded again
Ethnic grace and fair looks
Makes me verse many books
Belle so pin up and warm
Enormously full of charm
Today being her birthday
Has a blast in full sway
Indian deity oozes a lot
With her divine quotient much sought
Jewellery is of royal grandeur
Attire is super splendour
In blue drape steals the show
Even is bedazzled with her glow
Radiant grin brightens all
With her stature magnetic and tall..!!
Christmas was really rocking we use to have a blast those times are now a distant memory of the past
Christmas was really Jolly so much fun was always had those times have disappeared now they’re really sad
Christmas was family laughter full of lots of cheers now the deathly silence penetrates my ears
Christmas was so magical but the world has fallen apart so, I keep the special memories tucked safely in my Heart.
Jerry
George
Kramer
Elaine
They're my favorite show about nothing;
my jolt of funny,
my cup of insane
They're my telly four friends,
who are the nuttiest
A distinct comedic blend
of vaudeville vamped sluttiness
I love 'em to death,
they make me laugh so hard
Insane of the hare brain
is their ensemble calling card
Jerry Seinfeld:
the ringleader, the funny man
George Constanza:
best friend with the simple plan
Kramer Cosmos:
weird and wacky, dresses oh so tacky
Elaine Benes:
best girl ever in the mold of Dennis the Menace
Jerry and George,
Kramer and Elaine
Everything you wanted to know about nothing ...
blank pictures in a cranial frame
Then come plunk your money down,
and taste this cup of cappuccino insane
The four stars are truly iconic,
but they got memorable supporting characters too:
David Puddy and Mr. Peterman,
George's parents, Frank and Estelle
Jerry's parents, Morty and Helen,
Lloyd Braun and Jackie Chiles
are an odd assortment of characters as well
If you've never seen it,
check out the show
Here's a few of my favorite episodes:
The Little Kicks
The Apology
The Puffy Shirt
The Serenity
Now funny is always fresh,
and funny is always good
Here's a few more episodes,
now that you're laughing like I knew you would
The Foundation
The Library
The Strong Box
The Soup Nazi
Should you let this zany crew
become a part of your must-see view
Have a blast,
have a ball
Just be prepared
to be left in stitches and all
Jerry
George
Kramer
Elaine
They're my favorite show about nothing,
my favorite cup of insane
Friday night's here at last ...lets have a blast.
Teenagers dash to discos ...ready to dance
to throbbing beats and combo drums
rythm and blues....kicked off shoes
as rock and roll pours out the heat..
Swaying along... couples dance and sing
swinging to the beat ...that's everything.
reggae to hip hop....... rap and soul
stir up emotions but take its toll.
Kissing and necking .....lips close around bottle necks
draining the draft.....drowning the thought of dreary days gone by
no thought of days to come...or care about outcome.
Older women start weekend cleaning.
Scouring cupboards, doing laundry,
dusting tops... flying mops
vacuming carpets...putting out garbage
no end in sight for the chores to be done
till the night is come and work is done
they slog and clean... till everything gleams.
Old men hurry to the corner bars
for a drink, a chat and a meeting with pals
to watch the wrestling match.....on the TV screen.
Till mignight they stay.. drinking their way through
bottles of beer, whiskey and rum
till their eyes water...and tongues grow numb.
Home to their wives they weave a crooked path
can't even see their way in the dark
Cursing themselves for drinking too much
now sitting ducks for thugs on the watch.
They wake up next morning asleep on the couch
shoes in their pockets ......stale breath in their mouths.
Money's gone...so too are wife and sons.
yet never has there been a house so clean.
Have they learnt a lesson...we shall never know
for the habits continue every Friday night
No one seems to get it right
Enjoy your weekends....but maintain self - repect
for when that is lost...what comes next.?
DEAR HEART
Hello, my dear heart… yes, my own oldie, goodie heart.
I need to have a heart to heart talk with you, seriously.
You and I know of the many prospects for “dear heart”
I let go for decades because I did not want to be bothered
with the loop-de-loop of relationships, so we stayed put;
however, time changes things, as well as my perspectives.
My open mind welcomed my new life perspectives, like
everything being temporary, being thankful for what I
have, enjoying and celebrating me and living life at the
present by giving and receiving love, laughing and smiling.
To my surprised, I unexpectedly found “dear hearts” that
brought me that wondrous feeling of “a natural woman”.
As things are temporary, I let them go after getting too close
and knowing their characteristics, the good ones and the quirks.
I would not say I had no patience because they were long term,
almost two years and longer than two years; but I could not put
up with the quirks, although the good times were so, so sweet.
Or did I just follow you, my dear heart in letting them go?
My dear diminutive heart, you know I am not getting any younger.
Yet, you are so strongly picky, choosy and kind of astute with men.
I don’t have a “dear heart” at this time; but I have a platonic one
for more than a year now with a fine gentleman with no quirks.
We always have a blast, dancing, singing, talking and laughing;
but he does not have a twin… why is life so unfair, my dear heart?
1/30/23 Dear Heart
Mystic Rose Rose