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Fragile crystalline heart
Broken now are your parts
Thought you are that smart
You've been wrong, You're not
You are one enduring part
If shattered no spare part
Being careful a head start
One awesome soft heart
Let it go, don't depart
Iron chains of pain
Tricky trials a mundane
Don't stay long in vain
Cast away the blame
Step down to the shame
Breakfree on the frame
Soar high don't restrain
One awesome soft heart
Let it go, don't depart
Cry out loud if you must
Release all the ill huffed
Hold on thru velvety crushed
Slowly keep on don't rush
Hence, you will not get bust
Through scattered dirty dust
Soon, you will again trust
One awesome soft heart
Let it go, don't depart
by
Olive Eloisa
1:02 pm
April 24, 2014
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name: Any Poem # 26
8th place...
This a house of unused tools
Bought for a purpose and then
Filed in a rusty toolbox
To be never used again
For with the next project
I’d frantically search around
I knew where I’d left them
But they never could be found
This is house of bodged jobs
not that i didn’t have the will
but some how my enthusuiasm
didn’t compensate for lack of skill
and i huffed and i puffed
did the best i could
but somehow it all looked
somewhat less than good
This is a house of frustrations
because in the end
The one that I loved
Became my best friend
And all passion just went
No romance at all
So now we sit and look at
Our badly painted walls
In this house of suppressed passions
A house of a moody man
Testosterone driven but
Just doing what he can
To hide the nagging need
That is always always there
For the act of love
And for tender loving care
Can't Punk this game, this game is not made to be punked/
I'm not just any grain, I'm the one grain that stands out/
You used to be planted here, now you're just a stump/
And since you think you're criss cross, I'll make you jump/
Trying to punk this game, you're wasting your time/
And time is money so you not making a dime/
You're facing a steep hill, it's something to climb/
It's too hard to swallow, your mind is never mine/
When you think, it's blank, so your checks are the same/
You're running around in circles, it's an endless game/
You can call for my help, but you can't call for free/
You can start by calling 1 800 I need a beat/
Or you can call 1 800 set me free/
And beg me please, because it's me that you need/
I can give you some pointers, and show you the moves/
But it's more than just talent, you need the groove/
You need the shoes because you can't walk in mine/
So if you tell yourself you can, you'll just be lying/
This game is not for everyone, I set the bar/
And I'm too efficient, so I'm setting it far/
If this game can be punked, I wouldn't be the best/
And from the eye test, I passed every test/
Dotted every I, crossed every t/
The jury is out and I never took a plea/
Because I never done the crime/
I know I shine the hardest, they call me LED/
The greatest of my time, I'm the young Bruce Lee/
You can call me a King but I'm really a God/
I set off drums, I shred that guitar with a simple head nod/
You see the head bob, that means they feeling me/
Every show I do, I sweep the stage clean/
In the metal game, I made my house of stone/
You made your's of stone so your house is gone/
I huffed and puffed and blew it away/
The big bad bully and I'm clearly here to stay/
This metal game is punk proof you can't Punk this game/
Maybe once before but this another time frame/
A little spark. A work of art.
She lit the dark and filled my heart.
Around I turned to feel the burn.
There she lies. I’ll never learn.
She huffed and puffed and blew me down.
I was amazed at what I’d found.
She drifted high above the rest
But didn’t pass the acid test.
A little prick under the skin.
It’s quite the trick how she snuck in.
Then through the vein up to the brain
The little things drove me insane.
She soothed and smoothed my troubled brow.
She calmed my nerves, I don’t know how.
She laid me down. I felt so blessed.
But didn’t pass the acid test.
A little sign. A dream defined.
I drew the line there in my mind.
Then, unaware, without a care
I breathed her in like so much air.
She revved me up and sped my pulse.
Somehow, some way she got results.
I must admit, she did impress
But didn’t pass the acid test.
Swirling with jumps and speed
The crimped and vague green motion flew
Through the eyes of the woodland court of wolves
Within their legacy of feral wilderness
As they descended from their obscure cathedrals
Driven from the twilight brush and branch
Howling, prancing with singing whimpers
Dancing in the circle of their royal rogue pilgrimage
Aligned within their heralded order
As the heirs of distant ancestral calling
Blunted and bent in their nobleness-
Theses guardians of the sky road
Gather in their ancient sacred quest
To summon the moon mother
To awaken to the lupine's equinox
There in the thrum of their zeal they traversed
Into the core of mystical madness
With open mouths
Flashing their pearlescent teeth
The tang of their snouts quivered and huffed
Charged with oblivious and naked determination
To plumb the mad soul of the moon
In this peerless eventide
Igniting the ritual of their kinship with Spring
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Little Riding Hood
There once was a girl dressed in red,
Who wandered where wolf tracks had spread.
He grinned wide with glee,
Said, “Come closer to me…”
But Grandma hit him with a loaf of bread.
Sleeping Beauty
A princess slept deep in a keep,
While thorns climbed the towers so steep.
A prince tripped in mud,
Arrived covered in crud—
Yet still woke her up from her sleep.
Jack and the Beanstalk
A fellow named Jack climbed the sky,
Past clouds where the cold winds blew high.
He stole golden hens,
Then ran home again—
While the giant yelled, “Come back, you sly guy!”
The Little Mermaid
A mermaid with seashell-blue hair
Traded voice for a prince tall and fair.
Though walking brought pain,
She danced in the rain—
And discovered sea witches play unfair.
Cindrella
Cinderella fled from the hall,
Leaving one little slipper to fall.
The prince searched the land,
Shoe held tight in his hand—
Though her sisters could barely fit all.
The Three Little Pigs
Three pigs built their houses one day:
One of straw, one of sticks, one of clay.
When the wolf huffed around,
Only bricks held their ground—
And the wolf had to dine on soufflé.
Beauty and the Beast
A beauty once lived by a beast
In a castle prepared for a feast.
She looked past his roar,
Found a heart to adore—
And the teacups all danced, quite pleased.
Snow White
Snow White bit an apple so bright,
Then collapsed in dramatic delight.
Seven miners stood near,
Crying into their beer—
Till a prince kissed her back into light.
Aladdin
A lad with a lamp in a cave
Met a genie both flashy and brave.
With three wishes to spend,
He gained riches and friends—
And escaped on a magical wave.
Rapunzel
Rapunzel with hair long and grand
Dropped braids down the side of the land.
A prince climbed too fast,
Lost his balance at last—
And landed headfirst in the sand.
It was my dream to go to the gym.
I promised myself, I would.
Days passed by,
I told myself,
‘I must work, I should.’
Far from work, I took to rest,
As others huffed and puffed.
The mirror mocked, my muscles did,
As people looked and coughed.
‘Nothing’s wrong’, I told myself,
An hour’s walk would do.
I circled my garden twice a day,
The blood in my veins coursed through.
Mother had fought her fear for long,
Our thoughts had strained her nerves.
Bereft of company, my father had left
Emptiness in voluminous curves.
I tried to be that mother was--
to my sister to live it through.
Carried the weight of pain in sleep
My lie was rebuild anew.
(Then) Mother passed to the other realm.
My sister suffered the loss.
I tried in vain, to ease her pain.
Feelings had turned to frost.
Summer set in, with strong disdain,
As I struggled to fill the blank.
Philosophy, logic nothing worked.
My heart, I felt, it sank.
In trepid and unease, I composed myself
With fear still to ruin.
Practice should work in protest, thought I,
and restored the dream within.
Not yet----
Then when it rained and the ground was wet
I charmed myself indoors.
Damsels flashed their figures shaped.
I watched my favorite videos.
My friend advised, my sister too,
Served me food that’s bland.
I gifted myself with a treat sometimes,
Till I got myself scanned.
The reports showed a lot of load
My knees had taken for long.
The doctor advised to shed some flesh.
I felt I’d write my song.
I lived a lie that I was fine,
Though arteries and veins did scream.
Of what is going to happen with age.
I laughed out the pain within.
While I prepped to battle my pain,
A fear lingered to the brim.
I finally decided to give it a shot
And tired myself in the gym.
The promise was kept as authored by me.
A story that could’ve been short not long.
I suffered pain, to keep myself
From the lie that held me wrong.
A lie that said, I was well--
Though in me, I was not.
That flashed a smile, I regret,
The emptiness in me had brought.
The sweat in pain, I no longer refrain
From working my sinews an hour.
Slowly I stretch the muscles of my heart,
Under Time’s shady bower.
I plan to provoke him, Uncle Jim said.
He did a great job too, really riled him up.
But it was no use, Frederick was totally trained.
I should know. I trained him myself.
I am up to the challenge, offered Grandpa Pete.
I did not intervene, amused as he called him names.
He picked up a stick so I shot it out of his hands with a cannon.
You always did overreact he said. He huffed into the house, mad.
My totally exasperating sister came out next to join the frivolities.
I waited until she got within a foot of Sir Frederick.
Sic Her! I screamed. Remembering all the times she had bullied me.
She was gone in seconds; just a fizzle left.
I guess that taught her not to tease a dragon
Or a sister
In the land of the old gray mare
Six meters behind the lion’s sweet lair,
There was a gnarly raccoon who did up hair.
He took little money to be absolutely fair.
His hair styles did have a certain flair.
Disappointment in his work was really rare.
A haughty ant went in without a care.
The fashionable raccoon pointed out “your head is bare”.
The aunt huffed off mad, really on a tear.
I feel this story I can reliably share.
You see I was in there, sitting on a tiny stair.
The anger was wafting for hours in the air.
Please do not give me that condescending look, teddy bear.
You after all, are not even wearing underwear.
I urge you to tell this tale better, if you dare.
"Look what they've done to my song, Ma" ~ Melanie Saftka
Act I – Pie (One bright morning)
my muse just wants pie
I huffed, “Okay, give it a try.”
Pies begin with precision,
lovely decision.
I crave a treat, a sweet delight
one that brings a smile and makes my morning bright.
The popular apple and blackberry pie
Ah, just the thought makes me sigh.
Act 2 II – Ice-cream (Two hours later, on a yummy Sundae afternoon)
what fancy leads me on to dream
of sugar plums in frozen cream
I drool o'er yummy ice cream on my tongue
Thoughts of the tasty dish makes me so long
Betwixt lucky lips my eager tongue licks
A mouth watering afternoon dish fix
With a chuckle, he swore,
"I’ll just eat one more”.