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Each night lurid visions danced before me in the dark
staring with eyes of an eagle, sharp beak of a hawk.
I woke, and in the mirror, my face was white as chalk,
screaming with the brazen voice of a raven's squawk.
It seems I'd been struck with some cursed malediction.
That's what a shrink said, "It's an abnormal infliction.
I'd like to observe you for a time, under constriction
and also suggest you might pray for a benediction."
Did he believe I was sick enough for extreme unction?
Or standing at the crossroad of a mental malfunction?
Anger was building, and I had the wild compunction
to run away before he ordered a restraining injunction.
He ran after me shouting, "I'm afraid you're delirious!"
I laughed out loud and shouted back, "Are you serious?
You won't lock me up! Stop acting so damned imperious."
Then voices started whispering. It was quite mysterious.
DELIRIOUS? NO, NOT ME!!!
Go away and let me be!
I heard them rant all day and night, in shadowed halls,
snarling voices calling my name from within the walls.
In dreams they cried out for me in deep guttural calls
I cowered in a corner each time I heard their footfalls.
What trick were they using to infuse me with insanity?
They moved much too close, robbing me of my vanity
I cursed them with vile words of unleashed profanity
then thought, is this a case of psychotic inhumanity?
Anger became the flint to ignite the flames of my fire
Each whisper became a thorn, condemning me a liar.
On and on they chanted, like evil demons in a choir
as the walls of my deep abyss rose higher and higher.
The beasts never tear my flesh; they claw at my soul.
I'm suffering with emotional stress and losing control.
There's no virtue left inside of me that I can still extol.
I'm being swallowed into cryptic depths of a sinkhole.
DELIRIOUS? Is it possible I may be?
Fiendish laughter vexes me.
August 9th, 2020
N-A Rerun 10 Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Original Post Date: July 24th, 2020
Written for the Delirium Contest
As a former executive recruiter, I used to hear about some incredible things that applicants have said on job interviews. A few of them are a bit 'spicy' to list here, but here are some choice tidbits:
My name's John. But you can call me 'Lizard.'
You forgot to offer me a cup of coffee.
I left 'street address' blank. I live in a trailer park.
Your last name is Spears? Related to Brittney?
I'm on my fourth marriage. So far, so good.
Before we talk about the actual job, can we talk money?
Between you and me, I couldn't stand my last boss.
Are there any gay bars near here?
I left my last job because the work wasn't meaningful enough.
Put me close to the bathroom. I have issues.
So, how do you like Trump?
I didn't see the 'Meditation Room.'
What's your policy on music?
Can I park my bicycle here in the office?
I have to leave early every Thursday for my AA meetings.
My hair's not long now like it was in college.
Let me show you some pictures of my kids...
August 01, 2019
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Dear Heart
In March winds we spring ahead one hour
Flowering trees play in April showers
With a rainbow of colors, May flowers bloom
Summer comes in, school's out in June
Vacations and picnics start in July
While millions of fireworks light up the sky
A hot August breath gives life to the pools
Watermelons so sweet they make you drool
September's Autumn has footballs flying
Halloween's in October and all the leaves are dying
In the month of November, there's a lot going on
Thanksgiving, Black Friday, deer hunting at dawn
We shop the whole month of December it seems
With snow, St. Nick and winter's New Years Eve
January resolutions and frosty window panes
Everything glistens in icy February rains
Daffodils signal winter is ending
Again weather changes spring is ascending
With the cycle of seasons one thing is clear
We all have our favorite time of the year
by Daniel Turner
NAME:SHIVANEE BRIDGEMOHAN
DATE:2ND JULY 2015
LOVE TAUNTS ME
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES AND REFLECT ON THE PAST, WHERE IT WAS JUST YOU AND ME,KNOWING THAT THE CHOICE I MADE AT THAT INSTANT MEANT SPENDING EVERYDAY WITH A HOLE IN MY HEART,
A HOLE ,THAT I SPENT YEARS TRYING TO MEND, TRING TO FILL, AND THE MEMORIES I TRIED TO BURY AND LOCK AWAY LIKE AN ANCIENT RELIC NEVER TO BE FOUND AGAIN.
WHEN I SEE YOU IT CHANGES, WHEN I STAND NEXT TO YOU MY HOLE SEEMS TO CURE ITSELF,
WHY? WHY DO YOU TAUNT ME SO? I GAVE UP YOUR LOVE BECAUSE I THOUGHT MAYBE IT WAS THE BEST THING FOR US,
MAYBE IT WOULD MAKE THINGS BETTER, MAYBE YOU WOULD LEARN TO TREAT ME BETTER,
TO APPRECIATE THE LOVE I HAD FOR YOU,HAVE FOR YOU, MAYBE THEN YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND THE ROLLER COAST RIDE I TOOK JUST TO BE WITH YOU,
THE FIGHT TO FINALLY WIN YOUR HEART.
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY TO HIDE, YOU FIND ME, BUT WHY?
I DON’T UNDERSTAND I CAN’T, AM WITH SOMEONE NOW I LOCKED YOU AWAY WHERE I CAN’T FIND YOU, WELL SO I THOUGHT.
THERE WAS THIS PLACE I SAW YOU AND I COULD NOT TAKE MY EYES AWAY FROM YOU AND YOUR’S WAS LOCKED TO MINES AS IF THE HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WERE INVISBLE AND ALL WE SAW WAS EACH OTHER.
WE STARED FOR AWHILE UNTIL I LOOKED AWAY I KNOW HOW I FELT BUT I DENIED IT, BUT I COULDN’T NOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU CAME CLOSE TO ME, WHY DID YOU TOUCHED ME, WHY DID YOU KISS ME?
IT MADE NO SENSE, YOU BELONG TO SOMEONE NOW YOU GAVE YOUR HEART AWAY,
THEN WHY ARE YOU NEAR ME, WHY DO YOU KISS ME AND WHEN YOU DO I FEEL AS I AM PARALYZED,
IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME?
I BROKE YOUR HEART, WE SPENT YEARS APART EVEN THOUGH WE REMAINED FRIENDS,
EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THIS WAS WHAT I WANTED,
WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS COME AND FINE ME?
YOU MAKE ME FORGET THE REALITY OF US WHICH CAN NEVER BE.
IT IS A DREAM,
THERE IS NOTHING CAN ME DONE,
WHY DON’T YOU SAY IT? WHAT’S IN YOUR HEART,
WHY THE GAMES? WHY THE INABILTY TO SPILL IT,
AND LET ME KNOW HOW YOU REALLY FEEL,
THEN I WILL KNOW THAT I SCARIFICED THE ONLY LOVE I HAVE EVER KNOWN AND THE ONLY LOVE
THAT I WANT AND NEED TO BE HAPPY.
DO TELL ME BABE! TELL ME HOW YOU REALLY FEEL AND STOP TAUNTING ME
7:09 PM 9 July 2014
Mature
Looking down at my hairy chest I remember back whenit was bare.
Skinny ribs that one could count and my pot belly was not there.
So proud I was that I was growing a Mans mustache in elementary school.
My hair was full and getting long blue jeans and converse shoes man did I feel
cool.
Running around on bikes with my buddy Greg chasing girls
Listening to Ray Stevens sing about Mississippi squirrels
Shooting 22s and bb guns at cans and bottles we found
Feeling strong and invincible until some bully knocked us down
Making out with my girl to air supply just letting my heart soar
Summer romance hotter than the sun memories I cherish more and more
Now my hair has migrated from the top of my head to my chest
And my rib can't be seen and my belly's a mess
My mustache connects with a beard and grey is replacing brown
I walk more than I ride I like keeping touch with the ground
Although my body has matured my mind and heart still grow
I listen more and I learn from every lesson in tow
My life was hard and full of stress but I would not trade one day
It has made me who I am and who I am is here to stay
I like who I have become not rich nor extremely wise
But smart and witty kind and caring and full of many a surprise
God with His grace reigns in my sigh* story
allowing relief-breath of victory
that grants pardon goodness from confessed sins
midst overwhelming guilt-filled misery.
In my anxieties causing grievous pain
sigh of complaints can’t deny my soul strain
acknowledged with own human nature flaws
needing the Lord’s comfort toward peace gain.
Impatient yearnings trigger panic sighs
making my blood pressure notably rise
as emotions swell against fear attack
hence, the Saviour I call for wise advice.
For stable health that sighs well-being, blest
my body enjoys Christ’s strengthening zest
inhaling and exhaling properly
exercising upon stamina-test.
Achievements expel sighs of fulfillments
my faith aspires in reaching-out moments
serving the Master by His love and might
conscious of limitations’ impairments.
Bondings with special child release sigh bliss
while witnessing his milestones I can’t miss
marked by self-control, combatting seizures
surely the Father above does notice.
Sighs of sweet trust conclude my everyday
fellowshipping with best Friend all the way
expressing gratitude, worship, and praise
for answered prayers --- whether yea or nay.
*Lamentations 1:11 All her people sigh, they seek bread; they have given their pleasant things for meat to relieve the soul: see, O LORD, and consider; for I am become vile.
July 13, 2021
9th place, "What Makes You Sigh..." Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 7/14/2021.
(This is a fictional poem)
On July the 4th I decided to light a firecracker with my cigarette.
It was something I soon lived to regret.
I accidentally threw my cigarette to the ground and put the firecracker in my mouth.
It exploded and all of my teeth came flying out.
After lighting a roman candle, the contents came down and burned off my hair.
Now my head is bald and scorched and everybody stares.
A bottle rocket flew up my shorts and blew off one of my nads.
Now I walk with a cane and I sure am mad.
I'm bald, sterile and I can no longer taste.
I'm not the man I used to be. What a waste.
Form:
Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
Flood of last light
Dusk abruptly settles;
Weary day defaults
Cicadas start
Their somnolent song;
Sunset serenade
July rains hurl
Fields wet with gravy;
Frogs making merry
Croaking highlights
Simple harmonic motions;
Pendulum clockwork
Bedtime story:
I tell a tale of me;
Dream-o-Land retreats
Now I go to sleep
Dear Lord I pray:
To live another day
Mindful of vain needs
I fly to foreign skies;
Sigh within a dream
A tale of me
I see the glimpse;
Paradise must wait
Verse echoes sum
My simple ecstasy;
To sing a song of rhymes
Vivid lullabies
Attain a symphony;
Mindful moments greet
Our drama here indeed
To live and love and dance;
Elope with fantasy
Let truth and grace
Abide with love;
In simple melody
My sleepy moments
Fly away fast;
Whispers come to be
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2014
Singapore
As fireflies spark the sky, I think about my father. When I was young, and he was alive, we’d sit on the patio and watch fireflies fill the darkness. We talked well into the night, talks about little things that meant so much. Back then. Now, after a long day at work, I go back to a place where I pay room and board. I’m on my own, alone at nightfall as tiny lights flicker in front of me, and dance. I feel a sense of stillness, while shedding my years. For a moment, I’m a child again.
stepping into void
visions seen by eyes grown young
little stars live on
July 17, 2022
Like a Child Poetry Contest