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From hunting comes
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting
And keep counting
And measuring sometimes too
In the treasury
Keep your eyes open
The lids may shut up
Keep the cup wide
You will see everywhere
Ensnaring unaware
The tiger killing the helpless deer
Deer who love destiny
Who worship deities
Members of the laity
Dependent on goddesses and gods
In their odds
Fall very easy prey
To the hunters obsessional play
Their God has no say
In the decay
By hunters in dust they lay
Shrunk tottering mewing aching
Finally breaking down
Into the absolute immobility
Thanks to the myriad kinds
Of the guns of the hunters behind
I perk up my ear
In the civilized forest
And hear the guns
Nuns and monks are in readiness for nursing
Churches mosques temples towering for services
What a grace
My every molecule encapsulated in attention
Hears the sound of the gun
And feels the consequent death
The blue sky we love so much laughs nonetheless
The ground underneath
Is moistened in crimson red
Black velvet
First hunt the doe, a decoy
Leopards and tigers follow in joy
We are all pretty toy
In the hands of the hunters
We look on in wonder
Of grandeur of the capital
Take or surrender
You may grunt
Fruitlessly
Willy Nilly
You have to join the hunt
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30/10/2016
Not for contest since the lines have exceeded the stipulated limit which I failed to notice when I first read the contest details.
I bleed INK for your need
I form the letters of your thoghts.....
I am the actual lover of paper....
With my adhesive power you win
I am the toughest weapon
For someone I'm the most loved
And for someone I'm the sad truth.
I never asked who you are....
But I'm not the stranger.
You attached the words using me.
You grab...without asking me....
You start scribling....
You start producing the beats....hurting me
Fix to your pocket...which gives me the delight
After turning around your huge fingers.....
You drink my life blood for your own life....
I am the forgiver and you are the begger!!
I sacrifise my life for your crown
Still...I don't blame.
Because there is a joy....being as the loveletter...
Weapons killing your enimies...
Great sound against the imperfection
Touch to my love.....
Wings for my aspiring buddies
Thorn for your red roses.....
And kicker of the boundary of your mind....
6/16/2020
I need booze to sleep
I’m drowning deep
In misery
My heart has a serious injury
I need pills to feel
I need drugs to heal
My internal pain
I feel like I might relapse again
These pills are slowly killing me
I need to flee
Away from this toxic place
I need to be in a safe space
To make better choices
I’m sick of hearing voices
I feel like I’m going crazy
My vision is going hazy
I love getting ed up
I never want to grow up
I’m addicted to pain
My brain is
Getting harder to maintain
Addiction is a monster
That I can’t tame
I have no self control
I’m digging myself deeper
In this hole
I need to drink
To cope with my loneliness
I’m nothing more than a drunk
I’m just a stupid punk
Who let’s everyone down
I can’t live without the bottle
I live with risks
Like I’m on full throttle
Conscientiously Combat Contamination:
Pass punitive laws policing polluters
Keep chemicals from killing crops like corn
Plink and plunk pests with pure, perfect panaceas
Segregate and shun smokers of cigars and cigarettes
Contradictorily, Contribute to Contamination:
Permit and protect pernicious ***********
Validate, vindicate, and venerate video violence
Liberate, laugh at, and lionize lascivious language
Glorify and giggle at graceless, gutter-fed gossip
Counteracting Contamination
Can't cut both ways, can it?
Contest Entry - "Contamination" - Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
I sell people's body parts after I kidnap them.
My business is immoral, what I do is very grim.
I get a hundred grand for a kidney and a quarter of a million for a heart.
There's a whole lot of money to be made by selling people's body parts.
I get two hundred grand for a pair of eyes.
If I said what I do is good, it would be a lie.
Last month a man paid me three hundred grand for a new liver.
You don't want to work for a man like me, it would make you quiver.
I save people's lives by killing others, I'd like to think that I'm a healer.
But in reality, I'm nothing more than an evil and cold blooded killer.
(This is a fictional poem)
Aw, C’mon Man
Be honest With Me
(more idioms)
Composed: by Miracle Man
4/12/2020
“Whatever greases your wagon” is fine with me,
but “don’t bite off more than you can chew”, first lick.
You may find things “harder than skinning a flea,”
or like “a poke in the eye with a sharp stick”
While you wish to appear “as tough as stewed skunk,”
your appearance to me is of “a sheep killing dog.”
You’re “all gurgle and no guts” thinking you're a hunk,
and think you’re as “handy as hip pockets on a hog.”
The coffee you drink “would raise a blister on a boot,”
and at paying time, “you’ve short arms and deep pockets.”
For the opinions of others “you don’t give a hoot,”
Your stature will probably “never rise like rockets.”
“You’re grinnin’ like a pig eatin’ persimmons” right now,
thinking “you’re finer than frog hair split four ways.”
You’ve never been inclined to “put your hand to the plow”
perhaps thinking “desires are nourished by delays?”
Cutting the Deck
Star filled sky
Alive, energy, vibrating night
Enriching sound of the waves
Feeling the wind on a voyage to another world
Listening to the hottest DJs spinning
Top dynamics of music
I strolled up to deck for a little dancing
Hoping for a little love
Showing off dexterous, super-spreader swing moves
Picking a few Dark and Stormy at the bar
Happy with the harmony
Feeling the rhythm like prince charming
Wanting to accommodate one
Connect on the dance floor
Midst a group of attractive,
Very desirable, crazy ladies
Like a beast killing the tempo moves
Ladies dissipated
Disappointed
Ignored
Out of breath with sweat streaming down my face
Nimble-fingered, clumsy
Knocked out
Flew over the deck rail into the cold
Woke up on a tropical island
Perplexed, no memory decided to stay
6/18/2024
Fell into a dream on a summer’s day
In the middle of a meadow, with sticky fingers
orange marmalade toast next to me slopped onto grass
Wonders happened almost instantly
It was not a rabbit-hole but something better
A tunnel practically hidden by a circle of sticks
Coming to get me was my grandmother
I had not seen her since sixty-four
I found myself tumbling and rumbling
Dipped into an empty cavern
You are killing me I whispered.
I felt her arm on my shoulder as I tumbled.
Grandmother and I landed in a magical spot.
A dream place I had only seen a few times.
Giant bookshelves with Pippi Longstockings books
and treasure maps! I was in heaven.
Have I died? I asked my grandmother.
No, darling, she assured me.
You are merely soul dream walking.
In the morning you will be back in your bed.
I am disappointed to say she was right.
For it is in dreams we get to visit our loved ones
And only there; I never wanted to wake up
But of course I have.
You can’t blame me if sometimes - I wonder why you cause me such pain and misery
Your swinging doors are always locked by midnight
When you toss me out and put away the key
That song on the juke box drives me crazy
And the whiskey hides the sorrows, I suppose
Each night the past comes back in time to haunt me
for broken hearts that’s the way it goes
Will the last one be free if I’m leaving
Drinking memories from a bottle is killing me
The glamor of your nightlife, so imposing
When I go, will the last one be free
I look in the mirror and I - wonder
Are these lines on my face so plain to see
Each line runs a highway to destruction
And the end of the road is calling me
I sit alone at my table
And wonder how her love could grow so cold That neon light flashing in the window
Reminds me of a love that whiskey stole
I lost a good hearted woman
For I’m a man of the world
I have the love of the honky tonk inside me
But I can’t sell it to a daddy’s girl
I’m leaving this honky tonk in Dallas
And I’m walking to that lonely room of mine
As that neon light fades into the darkness
That old stairway gets mighty hard to clamb
4/30/18
The prequel
Of good vs. evil
Did they ever consider each other equal?
One side peaceful
The other deceitful
In the beginning
Neither side was really winning
As the globe continued spinning
Brimming
With things that were living
Meanwhile one was only taking and one was giving
Back to the Earth while grinning
While existing
One was focused on fixing
And enriching
All the while being uplifting
The other one was drifting
And always tricking
So a bad reputation began sticking
Endless blood spilling
From all the senseless killing
Sad that they found it thrilling
Next came the middle
Each side continuing to chisel
Away at the other little by little
Even though it never was all that simple
One remaining civil
The other trying to swindle
And cripple
But the opposing side wouldn't let it all dwindle
There had to be an end
Did no good to pretend
One a true friend
The other only there to condescend
One wants you to ascend
The other wants to see you descend
One would send
You flowers and a letter that was penned
The other wants you dead
And to never see you again
There's something to be said
For those that bit the hand that fed
One saw many opportunities ahead
The other was always seeing red
Finally here comes the sequel
For the people
Still to this day good and evil
Co-exist as they have for many a siecle
By: Dalton Ogletree