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Willy the one legged centipede
Often would wish that he could be freed
He should be so speedy and whizzing about
But not with his one little leg sticking out
He’d sit in the street with an upturned hat
And people would throw lots of money in that
He wished he was ‘full’ but was so incomplete
For with just one leg he must beg in the street
One freezing day in the middle of winter
A beetle passed by and said, Wow, that’s some splinter
The centipede told him, That splinter’s my leg
I only have one and so I have to beg
I’m sorry, said Beetle, that splinter is wood
I could pull it out and I think that I should
Pulling the splinter made Centipede squirm
But that’s how he found out he’s really a worm
Remember...Remain Calm, Collected, And Cool...
Matthew Scott Harris...ARG
This, a near imp
possible mantra to apply
when this 2009
Macbook Pro went awry
triggering this enduser
to experience tidal waves of high
anxiety, which besieged this fie
foo fighting dirt po' pa well nigh,
who might need buy
another laptop, yet my
anorexic checking account
on life support, no lie
could not afford, (to sigh
phone even one red cent,
all because ordinary healthy
electrons deployed aye
did NOT see usual expected
predictable apple luck
quiche hun activity via my
left and right eye,
yours truly did not espy
usual kickstarting linkedin magic after
preliminary electronic setup
unexpectedly failed to start -
no idea why
unbeknownst tummy, what
ghost in the machine didst defy
programming code of honor,
whereby pixel display
unexpectedly exhibited "abnormal"
computer behavior -
like a turncoat ally
meaning one hoop wrest
illegally start button signaling
subatomic warfare unleashing - guy
did missiles as taught
during routine training
to turn bot tin down stevedores
loose on the Jobs (dan-g) rather, I
watched slack jawed,
as that very singularly narrow
vertical lined band width
(analogous to a medium black
sabbath tipped magic marker)
did NOT display
prestidigitation instantaneous flash
demarcating binary DMZ
(demon mailer zone,
viz dividing screen in half, -
versus top to bottom array), qua
incomplete automatic
initialization stopped
partway thru automatic preparation,
after which cryptic
error message appeared,
which malfunction found me
bursting with damned tears,
and ready to cry,
(which gush of tear
rivalled Hurricane Florence),
cuz mechanical and/or
application so much
of my creative
write minded person
(reed literary) self choked life vie
ability to live, thus the only alternative
...insane asylum to apply!
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SPOILER ALERT...
postscript: after some fluke brought
desk top in view, the quick thinking
chap attached an external drive to a
USB port, and thus breathed easier
knowing a backup got made.
Mind will always dream,
eyes will endlessly gaze,
lips will remain impatient.
Although, I've not met her,
the heart is a battleground
of anguish and angst.
Its cries, seeking the serenity
of her secret sanctuary.
Hope ascends to tranquil heavens.
Twilight's baptism, blends
merigold into fading blue horizons
with sparkling amethysts hues.
Oh my beautiful beloved,
come to me with your comforting arms,
like soothing stars, shepherding
the nebulous night sky.
Destiny can deceive,
sometimes a friend, sometimes a foe,
but, we search for the blessings,
through each trial and tribulation.
For, she is the silence,
between heart beats -
who's name rests upon
tense tips of the tongue.
In the discrepancy of distance,
love's appetite lingers in lament -
yearning for our lips to merge.
Yet the night is an unfinished symphony.
Idyllic lyrics craving to pour,
upon an incomplete song sheet.
Without her,
Silent One's muse is mute.
I am not a poet,
But in her reflection -
I am poetry.
Simple Musing
Silent One
1 August 2020
He decorated their small tree-
as done in prior years,
and finished like he had before;
but, this time- with sad tears.
You see, he did it all alone,
now gone- since back in May;
her death, so unexpected then-
took his dear wife away.
Their son and family- too far
in miles to travel there-
their busy jobs kept them away-
not that they did not care.
No gifts beneath their old-time tree;
no dinner now to eat-
he wishes she could be with him-
his life- now incomplete.
How could this happen- he's alone
this sacred Christmas Day;
if just today was shared once more-
before she went away.
Alone on Christmas Day, the tears
slide down each rugged cheek;
in a dim room, by candlelight-
he and his musings, speak.
An Incomplete Love Story
Once I chanced to meet my Mr. Perfect.
while on study leave in Aunt’s place,
but had never talked to him direct,
even both standing face to face.
Our silent world was great magnificent.
From far balcony I watched him passing by.
Mere exchange of glances was sufficient.
Too strong a beautiful bond was bound to tie.
We owned mismatching status symbols.
He had not courage to defy status-quo.
Seeds of love were sown in both souls.
Roots of passion pierced into hearts of duo.
Two tender leaves shivered with emotive urge.
Two desires danced delight in wobbling dilemma
thrashing on separate shores on swelling surge,
sundering surrendering minds chained in social stigma.
In the last eve of my leave completion
Both of us happened to be in a solitary park.
I was waiting with full expectation
He hurried to approach close to me in the dark.
I looked straight to his eyes even without blink;
I felt he had overpowered his hesitance.
Eternal time took pause, we lost worldly link.
He didn’t speak. Our love sank in destined silence.
07/18/18
'An Incomplete Love Story' Contest by Faraz Ajmal
Third Place
' STRAND CHOICE 12' Contest by Brian Strand
For me, love’s crown has fallen tarnished
and revealed its reign was falsely polished.
Fears bind many to all a broken love cost
and they stay heart fraught in its lost domain.
My heart refuses a stay no longer love enthused.
I will not bleakly habit dwell as marriage tooled.
Any love less than real seems a vow of deceit
that pails hearts in life's sad fades of incomplete.
I will not curtail my personality for matrimony’s
sake when strong couple bonds no longer exist
or stay where love fantasies no longer thrive.
With my fear, I leave to seek real love’s lease
knowing my heart may bruise in painful repeats.
Some describe such breakups as scandalous
but with my love dreams beating ever vivid,
let all criticize my heart's endless limits.
A big part of being my most special favorite-est:
my desire to contemplate her more does persist
I'll write more soon, even if it takes me an hour!
On my fave poetess: St Therese the Little Flower
I'm back online now, reading some of her poetry
They are the type to be savored, so I can't hurry
She's surprisingly bright for a high school dropout
And is now world-famous, without a talent scout!
Everything always made her think of God's Love
(As her many spiritual poems were indicative of)
She didn't attribute power to New Age crystals,
Was a prayer-warrior without a sword or pistols
Her many topics vary; "Variety is the spice of life"
Nature, angels, Joan of Arc; sufferings, and strife
Therese wished she could be heroic, like St. Joan
I wish I could be as hidden as St. Therese, alone:
"Then hid shall be my life, unmarked, unknown,
That I may have Thee heart to heart with me;
For loving souls desire to be alone,
With love, and Thee!*
To write, she had to find some prayer time alone
They often end with rhymes (before RhymeZone)
This one in particular is one that my heart hears
(My PoetrySoup url is "small vase", for starters)!
To live of love, ’tis in my heart to guard
A mighty treasure in a fragile vase.
Weak, weak, am I, O well-beloved Lord!
Nor have I yet an angel’s perfect grace*
I hear ya, girl; that's totally how I feel, Therese
I feel small, fragile; He saves me from distress!
So many long poems, have I even read them all
But a small selection, for me, especially enthrall
Her "To Scatter Flowers" makes me do just that
Sneakily dropping petals is something I excel at
Her story's incomplete without poems elaborating
So in tune was she with the Spirit-- collaborating
*snippets from her poem, TO LIVE OF LOVE
Fragile glimpses, of more to be sought
Easily succumb to the warmth of the now
They drift in the cacophony, that overwhelms
The hidden recesses, of incomplete thought
Acceptance is bliss, wonder not why
Consider no need, to ponder what is
Direction not found, just follow along
Serenely observe, all that flows on by
Within lies a spark, a chance to soar
Given such chance, if it's to be seen
Look out far and search inward deep
Choices there are, to accomplish more
Coming this far, the decision is due
To hope for the best, as do the rest
Or follow your heart, brighten the light
Show your face; I thought, it is you.
Sudden realisation
Comes after
Myriad detours
Going round
And round
In mindless circles
Seeking yet
Not finding
Incomplete knowing
Distracted by
Insidious niceness
Holding nothing
Steering off
The main road
Of sure awareness
Going south
When seeking north
Beyond purgatory
Blazing in hell
When heaven calls
With gracious echoes
Happy with
Empty waste
When fullness abounds
Petty excuses
For silly ego
And proud discontent
Right focus
For wrong reasons
In zigzag madness
Stumbling blindly
And falling into
Quicksand quagmire
Unnecessary pain
When grace showers
A helping hand
Unaware
Of true blessings
In a senseless bind
Leon Enriquez
25 September 2014
Singapore
The cravings festers, it so feels like yesterday, its a day without seeing the peace assuring facial, mounting to two in my wholesome, wonder where you are when I miss you this much, like a smoker the cravings ravishes my patience, with everything around me triggering my every crave, can't keep up, my patience collapses
so much in my mind at work, imagining, wish to insert my hand and touch what my mind put to memory, sad i can't, feel crippled by the impossibility. The fresh breath of your aroma, like morning breeze, rattling of leaves dzamn your royal highness why though?,
hear the waves of your voice making currents in my distanced imagination, the yearning shuts my attention booths one after the other, please rush to my presence before everything turns pitch black and numb, its you my current situation remedy, and nobody else, for I'm nobody else's but yours
something in me its out of form, though i fail to tell what it could be, please come fix my amorphousness in sanity, with part of me in sinking, sinking to your absence, what nature can be against us now of all the time, where could you be? my heart ask
its all void in my steadiness, wanna touch you, wanna feel your fingers melting down my spinal, wanna hold your breath in my lungs as you lay on my chest feeding life to my whole body through your eyes, but you are nowhere near,
realising your absence, takes away my here and now, feel crippling forces of being incomplete taking over my pulse, I'm leaning on stuttering beats, please save me from you, for this overwhelms my whole,
I'm caught in this dungeon of longing, longing for my heart belonging, Your royal highness command my mind to harmony, I just wanna be by your range, its all arid and without here, without you, I'm without, without you
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