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Seasons have more reasons
to celebrate an innovative artist
who speaks in colorful dialects—
when abstract silence kicks in
and suffocates the petals dried
and left as bookmarks
within pages of the past.
I see the opalescent rays burst through
the ashen skies the day
the ink of your soul did flow
in fluorescent hues
across the faceless canvas of life.
You knew the synonymous metaphors
to calm rivers of raging riddles.
Your spirit is like
a supernova colliding in the night,
shining forth with lyrical light.
Words fail to glamorize how
you beautify my world.
You paint with brushstrokes of sincerity,
illuminating the void of vulnerability,
effortlessly curating compassion
with pristine pigments of empathy.
Today and always, I celebrate
the tulip stars that shimmer,
aligning constellations in favor,
to guide you to a poetic sphere
where thoughts splattered
in charcoal and gray
would flicker hope and peace
upon your aesthetic aura,
as time and space cannot steal
the lioness psyche which glows
like periwinkle confetti.
I thank the Universe for your
ethereal existence.
You turn the gloominess of midnights
into rainbow-rinsed radiance,
awakening the sleeping sun
to ascend and unravel
acrylic beams of blissfulness.
If venting and throwing sicks
and stones is the only thing
That turns you on and what you
can get your kicks from
And you accept or haven't come
to the realisation or conclusion
You think you may indeed need
help the plobem lies in you not
them
Then thinking i spending time
with you to gather up the biggest
sticks and stone's to cast at me
Through though pious of heart
it will not defend or shield against
the harm you wish to cause and
impart upon me
Because as a happy person wishes
only to help and make an unhappy
person feel much like themself
So to does an unhappy person wish
a happy person feel unappy as
they are
Same theory in essence just miles apart whence it comes to there
own individual different versions
of what joy means to them
The good innocently only wish
to help those unfortunate less
well off and are blind to understand
Why they would ever be open up
to be taken advantage of by those
they are only trying to help
It's crass to say but when someone
you are trying to help reverts to type
And the inevitable eventually
happens just remember
It's never personal though it
may appear to you where as
those you are trying to help
Unfortunately most see you as nothing
more than your generosity a safe
sort target to prey upon and exploit
Barred and estranged from every
friend and crossing family
doorstep and entering the last
saloon in town
Until every outreach and
cry for help was given up
on and lost
And relationship damaged
irrevocably
Just remember though bones
may heal by themselves
Words leave deep emotional scars
that though we may choose to
put to one's side and hide
Can be brought up at a seconds
notice and bring the past back
into the present
Should bear the warning although
naturally and altruistic helping other's
out may seem
Charity begins and starts at home
and they alone can rebuild the
bridge they burnt down
and so to it's up to them
Should they wish to repair it
in order to find their way back
home
a leisurely spring day with a friendly southernly wind from the west
I hang from an oak tree nearly hitting my round chin on my flat chest
from homes of unsuspecting neighbors, I hear dainty titters and more.
doddering Mrs. McCollough left for rancid happy foods grocery store.
bullish Rutherford rerun, the angry wife throws out all his same stuff.
he kicks the set kitchen table over before leaving in an angry loud huff.
i am enthusiastically spying in my unassuming upside-down pose.
Super confident that I now know much more than anyone knows.
nose reports Mr Clerkoff is baking a raspberry cobbler again - yum!
ears relay newlywed wife has her puppy dog groom well under her thumb. dangling fingers gently touch the soft dew born grass; I am relaxed too.
if you have not had this kind of gleaning education, I feel sorry for you.
AWAKE ~ IN and OUT ~
Spring arising, before morning light,
I walk under the new epic sun
The aroma of yesterday, gone
Today's the day that will follow tomorrow
I quickly walk a certain walk
Unique is all I can display
Watery eyes staying in the past
While vehicles pass and pass
Crosses lacking faith
I stay awake and mend with my fate
Foggy toys, I want to play
I can't keep up with all your kicks
I look, I stare, at the walls
Bright and early, I step on old dolls
I stay and feel, the way you want
Lifeless, and still so full of energy
Mad words, unconscious forces
My sweet needs, now reside inside of you
Mad, sad, and outside the box
You close every door and keep me away from dark
You only allow me to feel your morning light
Why can't you let me see what's behind the shadows?
Why do you turn on all the lights?
I'm here the way you want me to be
Happy, and merry, for the world to see
This blindness will continue to spot
Unless you wake up first and remove the dot
You gave me the thirst, you once knew
So filthy, so full of -spew
Under this closed freaking door
I'm exposed like the midday sun
You bang my head on the wall,
You killed me in a way that made me feel!
I only answer to your call
In and out a hoop~ like a ball
In me, you can not find any real dreams!
Inside you filled me with a raging scream
Sssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I'm in wonder around your air castle
Strange and hung on your mantle
Stepping on a one footed slave
Alert, alert Am I!!!
I shake, we kiss, I wake,
You sleep...........................
I zip all things into one zipper.
Pounding my hands against my ears
Crazy, taking a jab upon all jabs
Crazy, you say~ that's me everyday
I'm up and I caress the photo we once had
I lay only staring at you once more
I awake before I sleep
Your promises I keep
In me~ you are also in deep
My stars change everyday
Waiting for you, to pull the trigger
Still wishing to be a sun digger
You can't touch or loosen the knots
Together we will daydream our way to the top
I make your nerve system come alive,
We run into the wind and listen
Quietly in our chamber of thoughts
Near and far, we both nod off
In this daily race, with no face
No space,
I caught myself awake,
The day I fell asleep for you.
by;PD
with cradle kicks and little sobs,
when needed love she let me know,
smiling would pick little heart throb,
“hug you once and then back you go!”
early schooling days she would cry,
with tearful eyes and sad eyebrows,
she would say, as I wiped tears dry,
“please hug me once then I shall go!”
falling in love and wedding bells,
how we all do age, sure and slow,
while parting both our hearts did swell,
I said ‘hug me once, let you go!’
seasons changed as the days rolled by,
she would have baby by next snow,
our joys were boundless hopes were high,
she held close, said “can’t let you go!”
all was well till baby was born,
she bled, they couldn’t stop the flow,
in my dreams she pleaded next morn,
“Mum! love my baby, as loved me so!”
Premier Contest Winner (2)
written 05/05/2021
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Unseeking seeker
8 syllables each line PS syllable counter.
There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)
OMG,... and he looks...
SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
absolutely NO WAY!!!,
would this sensitive,
respectful, "FAKE" veejay
quiet-natured, mindful,
loving, kind, underplay
justice invoking, hew today
mainly, gentle, friendly, "I say"
enlightened, democratic chap redisplay
any besotted abominable,
blamable, culpable, quay
esse chin hubble
despicable, execrable prey
dot door formidable,
inhospitable...overplay
ying faux indulgent,
NOR be mistaken
to assay, betray, convey,
display, expressway more fay
writ his'm to
gainsay hearsay, inveigh
jaw dropping "FAKE"
yuge weak accusations
(by a long shot), sans
basket of conspiring deplorables
attempting to assassinate
bigly believe me tubby "stupid"
winning loser to berate,
who doth unequivocally create
mine substantial vocabulary rumor,
versus 4th grade reading level
trumpeting librettist - thee great
test Don Quixote
(as falsely sung with hate
full sotto voce), and ramped up
as ill suited mate
a minus [sic] zero moron,
which doth hapt
tubby incredibly tremendous
disservice to bona fide classy idiots
with a lot of money
(like the millions and billions
of my golfing confrères)
given bent iron golf clubs
used by crooked Hillary,
when former Secretary of State
ideal for Putin on the Ritz
by far less exciting, with
Bill Clinton's flirtatious flits
trained pudenda purse
sin null property
of intern (NO FALLACY)
topped as southern delicacy dish
consume mated with buttered grits
pricked prurient peccadilloes licks
suddenly recalling seminal kicks
starting, how with Little Rock kits
he received assistance,
sans starts and fits,
eventually then nubile
ingenue Monica Lewinsky
called time out, cuz at her wits
end once assisting helping
express his "naughty bits,"
when done completing
cum mincecd secrete mission
blue dress draped
expensively furred
(i.e. tricked out) in her
"FAKE" minx hiding
sable animal spirits,
when animal rights
activists vehemently protested
out-coming result
slapping former president
with a PETA file.
An individual's death is as unique as the life which preceded it,
but the way the body shuts down is always the same process.
When your brain has determined that there is something fatally wrong,
your brain then shuts down all but your body's most important life giving functions
and focuses on repairing the damage proving life threatening.
Once your brain has determined that there isn't anything more that it can do
to save the life which is very rapidly going to be through,
your brain then performs its final and most important of life giving functions.
It kicks into overdrive manufacturing and re manufacturing
excess quantities of dopamine.
Within seconds dopamine is completely, totally flooding your system.
Any sensation of pain, fear or any other negative emotion
are all completely and totally alien.
You have reached the highest state of euphoria that you have ever experienced.
You have attained your after life. You have entered your heaven,
and then you die, bringing to an end your life's total existence.
What follows is a place of complete nothingness.
This is the place where Nothing truly exists.
No time, no matter, no consciousness,
except that perhaps your final moment of eternal bliss
is now the only entity in existence in this abyss of nothingness,
and nothing is forever,
and so forever in your heaven forever will be this.
Sometimes I think
My computer is plotting against me
And only me!
Trying deliberately to drive me mad.
My computer knows
When I am busy,
Then it throws a hissy fit.
Constantly Crashing
It often refuses to boot up,
And crashes constantly.
It loses data it had the day before.
Or five minutes before.
Or refuses to save the data.
Just messing with me.
As it loves toying with me
Making me yell and scream
On my computer screen.
Can’t Open Files
Often when trying to open
A document in Word,
The Word open file button
Fails to respond
Sometimes you have to wait
Five minutes for it to respond.
Or when trying to open a file
The computer opens a random file
Instead.
Or when trying to open a document
It kicks you out
Often several times
Random Blue Screen of Death
Cursing up a blue stream of blue curses
As the blue screen of death
Marches across the dark blue screen
Smiling at me.
Years ago my computer
converted everything
to the number 6 endlessly scrolling
down the blue screen of death.
Endless Non-Response Spinning blue wheels
Copy and Paste Wiping out document text
Or when doing a simple copy-and-paste function
The computer defaults to the last command
Making you have to do it again and again
Up to five times sometimes
And on a random basis
The copy and paste function
Wipes out all data
In the document
And to add insult to injury
Deletes all previously saved version
Sending the data
Into computer limbo land
Never to be found again
All without warning
Just zip it's gone!
Frozen Num Lock
Another thing
My computer loves doing
Is on a random basis,
Turn the numbs lock on
Without warning
Turning text into numbers.
Requiring you to manually
Turn off the number lock.
Defaulting to Foreign Languages
A very annoying feature
Is that when you log in from overseas
Everything defaults to a foreign language
Usually without the ability to change
It back to English
Mission Accomplished
And all the other gobbledygook messages
That pops up every five minutes, it seems
As the computer slowly drives me mad.
Flashing the final insult
User-driven mad
Mission accomplished.
The story's told of bygone days,
Of a man named Vince with his soul ablaze,
While the hearts of animals far and near
Were filled with abject dread and fear.
The best these beasts could do was run,
For Vince had planned to eat every one.
Yes, he planned to eat every one,
Rare, medium, or well-done.
He ate not just chicken, pork, and beef,
But an assortment of animals beyond belief.
He didn't stop at goat, or lamb or duck -
Why, any animal might be out of luck.
He sometimes dined on rabbit stew,
And the legs of frogs, he ate them too.
Yes, the legs of frogs he ate them too.
What would the animals do?
And then upon one fearful, fateful day,
Vince to his appetite did obey.
So, he placed the fish he caught with a hook
In a fiery pan, after just one look -
But, this fish was more than he bargained for.
Yes, this pacu meant to even the score.
He wouldn't be turned to gore.
No, he wouldn’t be turned to gore.
As soon as the pan was heated up,
This fish upon his tail stood up,
His bulging eyes in fury displayed,
His frothing mouth in a mad tirade,
Said that at this fiery battle's end,
To the devil he hoped Vince he'd send,
And one of them would to Hell descend -
Yes, one to Hell descend.
After the kicks and the punches flew,
Who remained among these two?
I’d like to tell you but I can’t disclose,
Simply because nobody knows.
Some say Vince roams the hills with a wild-eyed look
And a knife in his mouth and a fish cookbook,
But the fish I’ve spoken to say, "look
And find your answer in yonder brook".
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
When you’re young, there’s no need to respect tradition.
You want them, they want you, and none of you are look warm.
Break out, live freely and don’t hesitate to give yourselves satisfaction,
because happiness consists of what you give yourself,
and what you state as within the rules.
When kicks take, and you begin to question your morality,
just remember that the meaning of life is to love as you can,
and that your responsible to yourself for your own actions and truths.
It’s your life, and even though you may be out with tradition,
you’re still within culture with your pulse sensing life’s and not standing lonely as doctrine.
Your boyfriends mean something to you, and dignity comes from them.