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The river’s running higher than the river’s run before
I knew it was; there’s three feet of it on my kitchen floor
And next doors garden shed came crashing into my front door
But I needed a number two and I could wait no more
I waded to my staircase and I clambered up the stairs
Getting to my bathroom was the biggest of my cares
I did what needed doing and the paperwork was done
But when I flushed ‘my bear’ it came back with another one
And now the water’s rising right up through my bathroom floor
Those two big bears are bobbing between me and that there door
I really need to get out but the pipes have changed the score
For those two poopy bears have been joined by another four!
My loo looks like a fountain spouting such a frothy stink
I’ve got out of the water for I’ve climbed up on the sink
My loo then spouted something that was like a poop from hell
It seems I have a neighbour who is really quite unwell
And then I heard a yell, ‘the water’s going down a bit’
I grabbed a really deep breath and I made a break for it
As I left I turned the gas on and I lit a candle
And swam like hell because the clean up this man couldn’t handle
I got about a hundred feet and then my house erupted
And I got splattered with the stuff with which it was corrupted
If ever this recurs I’ll check the things I should be knowing
Like what goes up must come down… and which way the wind is blowing
They are raging with excitement; one is twerking. I ignore it.
Their voices are increasing in volume now, it is the weekend.
Enthusiasm keeps their spirits high; they are thrilled it is Friday.
Higher and higher their voices sing the joyful Friday afternoon song.
So many sounds from twenty-four excited fifth-graders.
Borderline shrieking; it is amazing to hear. I watch, thinking.
Future novelists are silent, organizing books in their heads.
Future screenwriters and poets are creating scenes in their minds.
The busiest ones are not the loudest and proudest.
They are not the ones twerking and shrieking.
They are the ones listening silently,
Studying and learning what human nature looks like.
Drawn into the honeyed spider web
Like a hungry fly searching for food
Zap, trapped in a web of lies strown
Love words thrown out like stars above
A whole galaxy whirling bright
Where is that brightest star tonight?
Oh! How I long for that star tonight
Draw me into that tangled thick web
Tell me I'll be your star shining bright
Let me feast upon your love like food
Show me all of the galaxies above
Tell me how from your fingertips strown
Love, love's thick web let it be strown
Let this be the starry night tonight
Let's admire all the glories above
Draw me, draw me into the honeyed web
Let precious love words be my soul's food
Let our love affair be ever more bright
Those lies are forever burning bright
Around my broken heart they're strown
Drawn in by a honeyed web for food
Broken by the spoiled mess here tonight
Trapped, suffering in this tangled web
Now as I look scanning above
There's a light radiating above
The rich light draws with a glowing bright
It pulls me with power from the web
As I float along among the stars strown
I am blessed with starlight tonight
The brightness is my strength and food
Loving arms surround, love is my food
Lifted up higher and higher above
Grateful for this loving time tonight
Love grows to a sparkling bright
The lies are vanished, no longer strown
Broken free from the liar's web
Truth is food, right shines bright
Now high above the honeyed web strown
Resting tonight in love's true web
Written, Thursday, May 29, 2014
Sponsor: Jared Pickett
Contest: The Sestina Challenge
I know it doesn't make much sense...Ha!!
What evil lies beyond the walls of innocence?
Who will protect the children?
Can anyone repair our broken Hearts?
We foolishly think
Believe
that guns offer us protection
The demons do not fear physical things
There is no logic to be found within our desperate moments
Evil breathes and eats it's own air
Jesus reaches out his hands
Wanting so badly to embrace us
Do we not realize that free will is a costly choice?
We are the deluded ones, choosing to go our own way
Further and further from God's protection
God remains steadfast
Earnestly waiting to answer our call
Willing to move both Heaven and Earth
Why do we still choose to wait?
Why do we deny God's existence?
The Devil smiles
He is pleased with our choices
Opening his door wide
Enticing us
Ushering us to his table
Past the walls of innocence
His is a place where little angels do not exist
Thankfully, even if we do not believe in God
The innocent will know no more pain
They will be safely sheltered in the Savior's loving arms
The memory of their pain will vanish upon the morning breeze
We cry for them and yet they have no tears
Their days are filled with joy
They know a purpose much higher than our own
If we too become like little children
We will know joy
For this is meant to be our inheritance
Will we choose to walk away?
The New Year
Tradition gives us Auld Lang Syne
Pursuing resolutions that are benign
We seek to supercede the past
For the next to be better than the last
The past is, "water-under-the-bridge"
Yesterday we can't change or abridge
Faults and failures could dominate
If we permit them to dictate
To error is human, we all know
Our true efforts, we may fail to show
Our intentions may be to exuberate
Yet failure has seemed to overtake
Let failures be a stepping stone
They are a medium for us to atone
Regard it as a second chance
Future endeavors it may enhance
Let us be vigilant of past mistakes
And set our goal on higher stakes
Strive to be tolerant of our fellowman
Their issues, to better understand
Each day God grants us, let us use
That opportunities, we don't refuse
Help us not to circumvent
So time He gives, may be well spent
Colan L Hiatt = 01-01-16
© All Rights Reserved
I watched her fade away
her fabric was rinsed too much,
beaten against a stone too much.
it had bleached her out of herself.
The paint of her presence
has bled away in the sunlight
she has become almost indiscernible.
I knew her when I was a boy
she was so alive, electrified
with vitality.
Every eye sparkled that looked her way.
No one should dry-up and blow away
in slow motion like this.
Yet that older lady was still a girl
behind a tattered yellowing gauze
of surrender.
I recall her dancing lightly
over the roof of my mind
I only wish she had flown higher,
dared herself to fall even.
Known to be a windy city, but it was not windy that NIGHT.
It seemed the weather and everything was just RIGHT.
I was excited about taking her home, and we were all ALONE.
It was a perfect place to show we both were STRONG.
We both desired and believed we had a good FUTURE,
and now was the time to prove that we were MATURE.
I left her home feeling I was on top of the WORLD.
One big kiss from one beautiful GIRL.
A kiss like none I had ever KNOWN,
and it lifted me higher than I'd ever FLOWN.
It was STEAMING, and I wasn't DREAMING.
It was a moment I wanted to last FOREVER, but
we had to calm down, because we both were BELIEVERS.
50 years ago, it was windy but not in the usual way; and though the day was slowly departing, she was still casting her light; and the evening star was creeping forth, but I was being blown away,
not by weather wind, but by the stormy winds of an awesome kiss.
091120PSCtest, A Night Of Passion And Desire, Faraz Ajmal. 8P
Today, a small yellow butterfly brought me joy,
and the delightful fluttering . . . I did enjoy:
symbolizing an angel blessing from above,
like the kisses of heavenly angels of love !
At once, I felt so much happiness within me,
and I felt all my grief and all my sadness flee:
I am about to go through a transformation,
and all because of a butterflies flirtation !
I am full of joy, hope, promise and happiness,
in this moment I let go on all sappiness:
feeling like I can fly like this small butterfly,
higher, higher, higher into the azure sky !
My muse is screaming loud with creativity,
floating, drifting away~~ from grief captivity;
and my heart and soul is full of tranquility,
but, still like the butterfly . . . all fragility !
Oh, small yellow butterfly you give me insight,
wisdom, and my faith is like a glowing soft light;
my joyful spirituality is awake,
with your dancing trance all my sorrow you did take !
____________________
July 22, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/A Winged Messenger of Joy
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1475-340-22
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Joy
sponsor, Regina McIntosh, Judged 08/10/2022
Fourth Place
Does A.I. Have A God
A.I. taking over mankind.
It will be our own demise.
It’s in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Cyborgs taking over.
No human contact.
Robots on the atack.
Terminate society.
Mankind becomes slaves to the machines.
No food, no drink.
Technology becomes a new God.
Knowledge consumes us.
End of times is near.
Hidden is a holy war.
People vs. machines.
Electronic face figure.
Out of touch with each other.
Flesh becomes bones.
Burry mankind into the ground.
An A.I. war has begun.
Survive if you can.
The computer chip becomes a brain.
We are running out of time.
A heavy mechanical voice speaks.
We can no longer buy nor sell.
People become prisoners.
A.I. is the antichrist.
The flesh is gone.
The soul stands for judgment.
We are stamped with a barcode.
Stand in line.
We are pushed off a cliff to die.
A war between a machine and its maker.
Doomsday is near.
A.I. has taken over.
Higher power controls our every move.
Darkness with no food.
T' was a shallow creeping envy,
Of a deviant design;
It slithered In quietly undetected,
To prey upon unsuspecting minds.
It built up false images and verses,
A phoney talent in every way;
Taking slander to its highest levels,
And breeding hate his favorite play.
He blinded his band of followers,
To carry out his dirty deeds;
They became his demonic harem,
Planting his evil silent seeds.
But he couldnt break the true believers,
Those called to be sages of pen and page;
They stood together to expose his lies,
Using truth in this war they waged.
There is a higher calling of this gift,
Only those who are called know to play;
The haters and phoney's may do their worst,
But in time will truly pass away.