Long Hood Poems
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When I was young, I had a great disdain
for Campell's nasty soup named Alphabet.
One Saturday it was our mother's threat
we had to eat it up or home remain
and miss the matinee. How inhumane!
Mom left the room; I never will forget
the thing which I'd repeat without regret -
I took that slop and tossed it down the drain!
When Mom returned, I'd "downed" all of my soup.
Again she left; Mel went to dump HER meal
and at the sink got caught. Poor nincompoop!
She missed "Red Riding Hood" while I, the heel,
went out. Our mom was left "out of the loop."
My little sister did not even squeal!
(Some slang words here for my non-native friends:
a "nincompoop" is a foolish person,
"out of the loop" means to never be aware of something
and the last verb "squeal" means to "tell on someone"
I always tried to get away with murder when I was young
and I can't believe my sister missed the movie by not telling
on me! On the other hand, I really enjoyed "Red Riding Hood" heehee)
For Frank H's
A Childhood MEMORY Poetry Contest
dean meat-mad @impossible3
rob'in'/hood;
all get free lunches 1week
says impossible3 need2learn: responsibility
clean: building lab/gym 3decas old
when meat-looks mattered
laze lock/chains (nokey)
dust!dirt!choke!cough!
meat reflex: disgust
hands make meat motions oldstyle
wax on/off, lolz
2of3 sees button red/blue
meat response: excitement
1of3: worried @meatspeak
3of3: trouble/warn/no
2of3: meat-weak presses red/blue quick
3beepLOUD
meat reflex: alarm/worried/fear
floorMOVE
meatmoves: 2of3falls
WATER (w/out floor)
meat word: stagnant/gross/nasty
meat memory: ocean/sea/brine/salt/brackish
2of3 splash/swim/paddle
1of3 reach/grab/help
2of3: pain/blood/agony
1of3 recall: organism/water/TEETH
2of3 end process
meat reflex: eye liquid
meat response: panic/fear
..............................process........................................
meat action: FLEE/RUN/ESCAPE
1/2/3= 1/3of3
dean........................responsible.........................../regret/regret/regret
RUN meat process: GRIEF
1/3 = clone
dormant/sleep/hibernate/brumate
3/3 = original
AWAKE process
year1
year2
year3
1/3 meat status: NONE
3/3 = LEARN
1/3 meat status: NO response
.....................................................................................................
end process
me/impossible3
me/solo
me/aLONE
meat status: searching
process...
process...
process...
-----------transcendence/evolution/become------------------------------
meat me
meet me
3of3/original = 1of0
1 of none
Me
singular
singularity
dean speak: RESPONSE/ABILITY
-2/3,-3/3 = me1
me1>me3
run process: ....me....me...meat.....meet ME
Learn: RESPONSE ABILITY
alone/sans clones
become ME
/entry:
dean lesson: responsibility
/entry2: response = ability
Exam: virus
Action: clean
Result: ?
I think of 1/3/2/3.
initiate clean meat memory process
"virus attack result"
no reference known
Me
Only me.
The real Robin Hood took from the rich to give to the poor
That tail is for sure
Our Modern Day, Robin Hood straight from Washington, DC White House from the poor giving to the rich
There no enchanted forest, but a person who thinks he is a king of the United States
Robin Hood gave to the poor
Robin Hood reversed in some form and fashion to take away
Negativity all around
Poor neglected and the rich are found
The White House Robin Hood wants the poor to “Don’t have”
The Rich to continue to have and prosper over the poor
It’s amazing how the tale Robin Hood showed appreciation for mankind and being genuine
Today’s Robin Hood being Self-Centered, and shows no concern for humanity being the poor
The wonder of a story tale back then with no comparison today if you want to say the name Robin Hood
Amazing how Robin Hood before to would you believe it today.
It had birthed, for me, in a dream, moonlit
And is still in my soul, dancing freely
Allowing me not to tame it with my wit
Not even to wash it away tearfully
As a love it is, still misunderstood
By those for whom death is the end of life
Yet, it is our gate to the divine-hood
A gift to save us from the mundane filth
Hurting I am, in this love's torture
Yet, in my secret garden, it shall thrive
Even if it has been met with closure
I shall keep it, till my demise, alive
If the Gods shall deem us as having lost
I shall ask to be turned into melting frost
Written on 3rd June 2020
For Contest Summer's Heat
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Crisp ...
You lay like solemn ashes
'Neath glass ... spotless, sacred
Dried to bright hues ...
The shades of her lips in chill autumn air
(Winter, whisp'ring soft)
Edges crimped ...
Like the hems of her pleated tartan skirt
You are the vestige, precious
Of a moment ...
A final moment of love, true
Sweaty, sweet passion
That found its confluence under a vault of fire
A canopy of crumbling crimson
Wafting, weaving a rustling woodland blanket
The bed for a callow curiosity
Confusing, carnal, but perfectly imperfect
Numberless months have yet ceded to the wind
(As tender as the moons they bind)
Since I rescued you from the hood of a sweatshirt
Still, your color is unerring
And your scent is ...
Her.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand no 780, Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Select V Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge - December - Any Poem NA'd In November 2019" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart - Wishkobi Ode, Judge & Sponsor.
( This poem was written on November 14, 2019, and N/A'd on November 22, 2019 in the Scented Leaves Poetry Contest )
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The fog, it clings the heavens low,
a damp and murky sight
Where creaking branch and fears bestow,
this chilly autumn night
The path it winds, a serpentine,
a' slither 'long the way
As shadows dance a drastic scene,
in silhouette array
My heart now beats a rapid pace,
cold shivers grip my spine
Escaping breath, no steps to trace,
don't even know what's mine
A rustle neath the thicket dense,
it scurries past my feet
I stop and turn, in my defense,
now praying for retreat
Oh why, I wonder, have I strode,
this eerie, ghostly way
A shortcut to my own abode,
I’ve traveled on by day
When then above, the faintest glow,
appears behind the mist,
The moon, now full, begins to show,
“Not now,” my screams insist
My skin it rips, expanding burn,
I howl through sharpened teeth
Long scraggy hair, a hungry yearn,
my soul of no relief
With eyes, now such a larger size,
much easier to see
And ears so huge, it's no surprise,
I'm hearing perfectly
On fours, I crawl, through forest thick
when then, a blanket thrown
A trap, I yell, a dirty trick,
come out, I say, be shown
A granny's quilt, that's how it feels,
so heavy, woven tight
It's thick with dust, it now reveals
that something isn't right
I toss the cover from my head,
a ripping, tearing, scream
Its then I tumble out of bed,
my word, it’s just a dream
Well, that’ll teach me, teach me good,
this thought I’ll have to keep,
Do not read, “Little Red Riding Hood”
before I go to sleep
Written for: Scary Stories Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
They ride the good dragon-cloud towards warm light
While wistful wind was a wrongdoer on the hollow hill
Wrapped woven from the wounds and wrath`s night,
The wood will wear white woolly witness of the windmill.
Hoarfrost hitch-hikes and hoists with hoarse hood,
Drumming beat of hobble of the army`s fatal feet,
Far away from the glow-worms of their childhood;
Friends fumble the glassware where they might meet.
Falteringly frogs of fancy jump towards the lake’s glass;
Orphan souls sit on the steps of hope in winter`s time
They scrutinize the frozen sky of hope to find the rhyme
Of the verse from the other side they want to happily pass.
Van Gogh refused my cigarette, ‘No thanks, I’ve got one ear’
*
The zoo wanted some antelope but they were just two deer
*
I offered the cabbie some chewing gum, he said do you think that’s fare
*
Why did Adam eat the apple when Eve had a lovely pear
*
The tyrant banned men in white shirts: people are going to dye
*
He claimed to have some caustic soda, was that some kind of Lye
*
The ageing mechanic removed the wheel, he was ready to re-tyre
*
Robin Hood was livid, the donuts were in the friar
*
A starving woman’s fave celebs are bound to be ‘has beans’
*
Men just seem to like her, is it something in her jeans
*
My search for water in the haunted woods ended in a creak
*
Folk are stealing mountains, should we take a peak
*
I’m spraying herbs with weed-o-cide: I’m only killing thyme
*
The mountaineer was chilly, he preferred a sunny clime
Ode
Thou art 'twixt the Warrior and the betrayer,
Does the Warrior teaches thee good?
Does the betrayer seduces thee with his lie?
What are you betwixt the war?
Thou art squeezed between the Power and the dust,
Will thou escape from the battle between God and Satan?
Thou wilt escape from the Fire if laid in His Arms,
Or thou wilt fall into the agonizing teeth of the betrayer,
If thou stroll in the pleasures of lawlessness.
(Limerick)
Supernatural game with supernatural weapons
With its beginning when ego raised its hood with its legions
Against POWER in Heaven to sit on HIS THRONE.
Blasted into the hellish agony, losing his crown
With his legions ego personified raised war from all regions.
Plan, in the process of hatching, gave romantic pleasure.
The Macbeths decided to dig deep for their dream treasure.
While honey dripped through their words, poison brim-filled their hearts,
Environs warned of the consequences of their misstarts...!
Were they not conscious enough to listen to their conscience?
Before the murder, to their hearts, they gave the death sentence.
Shining dagger mocked them, while it kissed the heart of Duncan.
Their physiques acted drunken, while minds stood like silk-shrunken...!
Deed done; glamor gained; power like domes of illusion stood,
They could not cover their shame and guilt within mammon's hood;
Wars lost! Lies of hex proved! Castles collapsed! Disillusioned;
Madness ruled! Bloodstained! Existence, endmost, confusion donned...!
Cain or David or Absalom of the Holiest Book,
Ted Bundy, H.H. Holmes, or Hitler of the civic hook;
No bloodstained has ever flourished in life, history says.
The full measure of every deed pressed down, the doer pays...!!!
27 January 2023