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astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring impassible imaginative ideas of interlopers
justifying jiggly jealous jaundiced jugglers jumping jury joyrides
killing kinesthetic kingly Kansas killjoys
leaving lighthearted Larry lollygagging lower than legumes
memorizing momentous miracles of magic meaning moroseness
nudging nebulous narcissistic nightly northern narwhals
occupying octagonal orbital ostrich-like ocelots
pursuing persnickety picky perverted pencils
quizzing questionable quails and quacks
redeeming respectable rustic ricocheting roadrunners
scalloping scuzzy scared scarred skeletons
teasing torrential test tube tarantulas
undermining understated underwater umbrellas
validating villainous vagrants verifying vigor and vim
worrying wiggly worm-like women wasps
‘xasperating ‘xpensive ‘xpansive ‘xtraordinary ‘xtraterrestrials
yielding yellowish youngish yippy youngbloods
zooming zealous zebras zigging and zagging in Zimbabwe
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
I transformed Iowa’s meadows and forests overnight
Changing her children’s delight at first snow to fear of the cold
Gloating and laughing, I introduced some to frost bite.
What did I care if their pinky toes fell off?
That’s enough, my husband said.
What did he know? I whirled away, flicking him with ice.
I was not finished for I did not want to merely be a blizzard.
I wanted to be the worst snow blizzard in Iowa’s history.
I slickened their streets with the blackest of invisible ice.
I allowed icicles to drip from the roofs of their houses.
Their snow was piling up now, in five foot snow drifts.
Was I finished? My husband asked me. Ha!
I swirled up my snow and shot a snowball into his eye.
My winds picked up speed; I was on a roll.
I tossed snow so thickly in the air that the drivers could not see.
The freeways and schools were closed.
I waited all day long for the radio to say worst snowstorm in history.
Little did I know it would take about two years before I heard this.
In the meantime I kept things snowy, icy, and impassible.
Reveling in my power. Oh, I took down the power lines too. A fantastic time!
McKee Springs petroglyphs
southeast flank of the Ulnta Mountains
twenty-two miles past Quarry Visitor Center
a long ways from Kansas City
take island park Road
it is impassible during wet or winter weather
call and ask before you attempt passage
do not touch the story-telling petroglyphs
they are fragile and irreplaceable
do not trace or rub, you could ruin them
the park is heavily patrolled too
dinosaur remains are visible there also
embedded in the rocks
hinting at earlier civilizations and species
both cultures there to view and visualize as you may
feelings of connectedness with both ancients and dinosaurs
found few places in the continental USA
but found there
He was sure he'd put his cylopedia on his chair.
His wife's photo had been over the stair.
But his book was in the tub, gave him a spasm
The photo was torn, and the book open to "org!!!".
His best friend wouldn't answer his calls.
He tried to ask why, found invisible walls.
There were rumors online, rumors in the street
He suspected a flame behind the heat.
After Deutschland unified, Stasi files confirmed.
It had been a plot, the whole story he learned.
Rumors were spread, and objects rearranged
The problem hadn't been that he was deranged.
This also happens when criminals extorted
the victim not exaggerating, no matter what reported.
deliveries vanished, vandals, broken windows
not just bad luck, not just the way it goes.
Small acts get less attention than major crime.
Victims learn not to report every time.
There's no point when perps can plausibly deny
And if you can't get help, why bother to try?
You might be sure you didn't park on the curb
You might be nervous, after your fifth dead bird.
You might interpret all sorts of things in your path
When skeptics quite rightly, give a scornful laugh.
But then again, we know it has happened before
That the victim knows what's happening, but others ignore.
I've been there, and I've felt the pain
It takes background, to be able to explain.
I drank unsuspecting, drink had an aphrodisiac
I staggered through the streets, couldn't prove the attack
I was desperate for sleep, a stimulant in my brain
Couldn't knock on a random door, no shelter from this rain.
I claim I don't have a paranoid mind
I do jump to conclusions, but can leave them behind
When science is perverted, gaslighting gets a boost
And bad guys have another tool to rule the roost.
But how can any victim know when this is true?
Sometimes is just sheer volume, that breaks through
Sometimes no witnesses, sometimes effects are inside,
So between the victim and his audience an impassible divide.
Backlit snow-covered mountains in a Swiss hamlet
A place I have dreamed about but have not actually met.
Saturated in snow, covering black evergreen trees.
A magical place, in my dreams, that feels like a tease.
I create an impassible road, with no cars around.
It is a hushed reverent night, with not one single sound.
There arises in the night a marigold amber moon
I feel something unusual will be happening soon.
The air is cold, I can feel my breath as I walk.
Quietude surrounds me in this mountainside lock
I feel loved, cherished and safe in this dream
The moon sends me love in each of his beams.
The rain poured in torrents like tanks
from the dense hanging clouds onto the homes,
and streets- the river in time overflowed its banks.
Soon the streets were impassible - all was lost
but still people fought against the rising water,
as houses disappeared bit by bit, hope was tossed.
Dreams drowned in sheets of endless rain
and the people stood back from their attempts,
realizing it was the end and left- their souls in pain.
Seeking sanctuary they sought safety leaving
in crowded boats rain ravaged,
only waves flow now and all that is left- is weeping.
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May 6, 2017
Free Verse/Beyond Chaotic
Copyright Protected, ID898265
Brian Strand
May End Standard
First Place
Escaping the Clouds
by Odin Roark
Entering one's Now…
How long the traverse.
Mountainous obstacles
Seem not of our creation,
Yet rock hard impasses appear
Where clear path seemed obvious,
Now impassible.
The best laid plans
Swirl amidst the winds of challenge,
Icing our tenacity,
Whiting-out our vision,
Deafening our ears to resolve.
Made to stop,
We seek refuge.
Cower we must,
Time's weather independent
Unaware love's thermal core
Knows but limited defense.
Suffering assumes the time.
We fearfully give it,
Granting indecision
Until we satiate.
Sentience abides.
Patience its virtue.
The conscious
Somehow realize a clearing,
Both path and atmosphere
Reveal survival routes.
Bad weather lifts.
We often know not why.
A path reveals itself,
Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust.
Having exited the overcast,
We embrace our trailhead,
Willingly remove extra weight
No longer needed upon our shoulders.
Stripping to our nakedness
We ready the entering of one's Now,
That place where past and future
Are but interference to being with the moment.
Escape from clouds,
The engulfment we mostly create within.
Exiting the Clouds
Entering one's Now
How long the traverse
Mountainous obstacles
Seem not of our creation
Yet rock hard impasses appear
Where clear path seemed obvious
Now impassible
The best laid plans...
Swirl amidst the winds of challenge
Icing our tenacity
Whiting-out our vision
Deafening our ears to resolve
Made to stop
We seek refuge
Cower we must
Time's weather independent
Unaware love's thermal core
Knows but limited challenge
Suffering assumes the time
We fearfully give it
Granting indecision
Until we satiate
Sentience abides
Patience its virtue
The conscious
Somehow realize a clearing
Both path and atmosphere
Reveal survival routes
Ill weather lifts
We often know not why
A path reveals itself
Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust
Having exited the clouds
We embrace our trailhead
Willingly remove extra weight
No longer needed upon our shoulders
Stripping to our nakedness
We ready the entering of one's Now