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If seen more than a thousand times,
Each time breeds a greater sublime.
Yesterday, right around 6PM, it was.
A view, forcing memories; it really does.
Looking over toward the western sky,
That expanse was bold; not a bit shy.
Forgetting it yesterday; a quick recall today.
A look of solemnity that dreaded going away.
Seems there was something it wished to say.
Peaceful light blue sky, hued reddish orange;
Fixative, breathtaking. Remarkable artistry,
Another divinely majestic undertaking.
031221PS
… after Langston Hughes
You know how they do. They say that
we run, that we fit descriptions, but justice
ain’t blind, she just sees who she wants. Is
it any wonder we hold our breath? A
body ain’t a body when they label it a threat. Blind
fold her, watch her peek, call her a goddess.
Watch her drop the scales. Watch how balance is
a myth chased between our nana’s prayers and a
judge’s gavel. They got this thing
for claiming fear while standing over bodies. To
serve, to protect—who? Which
way to run when history's got a knee pressed upon the we
aried? Red light, blue light, a flash, a name gone black.
Mothers wailing thru the street. We are
n’t new to this. My father knew. And his father wise.
Still, she won’t look. Her
hands steady but the bandage
doesn’t stop her from peeking. It hides
but we see it slip. MLK's two
Americas on display. Wounds keep festering
and this country born of scars and sores
struts like a wayward siren. That
same scream, same prayer, same fear. Once
we thought time might change things. Perhaps
we were fools to hope. Seems we were.
Though standing here. Still, we look her in the eyes.
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We were busy working in the fields as Jack roamed the area as his kind usually did. Then, all of a sudden, a gunshot rang out and we heard the cry of our dog as he managed to return to us. Returning to the arms of those who loved him, Jack quickly succumbed to his deadly wound. This was more than 50 years ago; but my eyes are drawing water as I write. A wealthy farmer shot and killed my dog for walking across his cotton field.
When I was a boy, I never heard of animal rights or of anyone making a fuss about cruelty to animals. So my dog Jack was shot and nothing was ever done about it. His days of loving and being loved were over, and no longer was he seen on the back of daddy's light blue Chevy pickup. We buried him under a big tree in our front yard.
Daddy once built a big swing set for his children and all the kids in the neighborhood. It was a source of real joy until a neighbor accidentally ran into it and knocked it down. That swing meant the world to us. We didn't have a lot of things, but we found other ways to create our own fun.
There was a night club not far from where we lived, and teenagers were not allowed, or at least, good parents did not allow their kids to go there. So daddy decided to open a teenage place just for the youth. It was great!
With a dog named Jack and a dad who cared, I learned early on that a heart filled with hate will never enter the pearly gates. I refused to allow my loss to spring a leak and allow anything less than love to capture my
heart.
10122017PoSpCtest, Let The Pens Flow, Jenish Somadas
Who is he? Sally whispered to her best friend Mack.
Which one? He asked, not knowing she meant his other pal Jack.
That creep? He said, shaking his head with fascination.
They would make quite the couple, a real celebration.
Then he admitted the truth, that his friend Jack was a find.
He took her over to introduce her, knowing he was out of his mind.
Good bye my sweet almost girlfriend, thought sensitive Mack.
As Sally reached for the arm of his crypt mate, Jack.
Jack was dapper, debonair, and a dazzlingly delectable guy.
Once the girls met him, Mack was always a big fat why?
Sally turned her eyes on Jack, and the beginning of the end was over.
Jack smiled that smooth skeletal smile he had, that shone past Dover.
It was the beautiful woman with the light blue skin.
Her touch was warm, and her patchwork dress was thin.
Jack knew he’d never get enough time with this darling gal.
What is your name? He asked, barely breathing, appreciative of Mack, his pal.
It is Sally, she said, with long lashes that made her eyes seem more green.
The most breathtaking creature outside a crypt that Jack had ever seen.
They were inseparable from that moment, until the day they faded away,
Living in a cemetery, beneath oak where Luna watched them every single day.
I've got it hard for you - a heart for you
A singsongy version of your hidden truth
A multi-coloured paint on an artist's wooden easel
Screaming life into the canvas - with royal upheaval
Mixing the multi-coloured paint with all your salty tears
Wallowing and waiting in the dampest part of all your fears
Oranges, yellows, blues, greens - murder it with your color
Make a masterpiece - nothing like another
Pour your anger, rage, insignificance, and shame on blast
Make a masterpiece worth no amount of cash
Curse it, cuss it, tell it "bless your heart"
Tear it up with streams of colour - rip it all apart
Add numbers significant and sentimental to you
Pinks, purples, reds, aquamarine, and light blue
Stand and cry as you watch the colours in your canvas drip drop
Down the canvas of emotion - bottom to the top
Side to side they blend as you begin to calm
A glorious, original, empathetic artist - be strong
You've got this beautiful soul - we can do it together
Birds of a feather flock similar emotions together forever
Can you recall the hush of Christmas past?
Think back to when you were a little child,
excited Santa Claus would come at last,
too young to even know you’d been beguiled.
In shadows of your quiet room you lay.
Then maybe to your window you’d tiptoe,
look out and search the sky for Santa’s sleigh.
But all you’d see were swirling flakes of snow,
And in that night, while all your siblings slept,
you tried to stay awake. Do you recall
the only thing you heard as Sandman crept
upon you was the clock upon the wall?
The hush of Christmas past is never gone.
As long as there are children, it lives on.
For Carolyn Devonshire's 'Shakespearean Sonnet (with prizes)' Poetry Contest
Size 7.5 and fave color light blue any kind of gem (all colors fine!)
How lovely and warm we feel
Beneath the wonderful lilac tree,
a spectacular single-stemmed and fragrant.
It attracts spring birds in their fine plumes.
Listen to their euphonious songs.
Melodies creating soft musical notes.
But my mind is elsewhere in heavenly bliss.
How much I appreciate your perfume
A Gucci perfect Dolce expensive,
Light blue Eou de Toilette Spray
Delicate and enticing, inviting all the time.
We sit close to each other, an invitation
From my love she echoes: kiss me, kiss me hard
As if this is our last time for even the thought
Makes me tremble with fear. So much fear.
So many are just one timer, and then they leave.
Let it not be the same for us, as we bond forever.
So, kiss me hard and look into my eyes.
Do you perceive the love I have for you?
So, kiss me again and again as if this will never end.
I need no further invitation.
My heart is filled with euphoric bliss.
Our kiss, so passionate, will last for ever.
My life is not yours
Loved your life, oh linguist, be my forgotten life
Be my forgotten love, just get the last wind; life
The destroyed heart is in the cemetery; not in life
Hah, I loved you, my tears are your rain; no life
Just see the sun, going down, sunrise, not a love
Just see my sun, always going up, sunshine; love
Love you your forgotten love, in time, just in time
Our time, in our time, there is no storm; sleepy love
Sleepy? Hmm. Dreamy love. Are you dreaming?; still love
I loved and love you, passed everything in my life of you
Come, find a life for love, and get yours. Be us our life
Just give the feeling to life, and give emotions to life
Linguist, I loved you, your poet can not forget you. Oh love
Hmm, our incredible mystic platonic love only just verses
In my mind. Not in your sadistic mind. Enjoy my suffering love
Your love is gone, light blue sky is the home. Love? Love yours
I just remember, platonic love, my heart, going far, past, my life
Go far, from my loving you, so kind, just for you; a memory of life
A man needed you, can you be you? Linguist lady, I love you
Get you me to the cemetery, me you love, English linguist, loved you
Lives, you and me, yours and mine, we will meet one more time
Passed our present lives, I am a mystical monster, I follow yourself
My tears are flowing now, this water cleans you, your face a new
Good to remember you, you made me for an alcoholic tea lover
This is your sin, please go to the church and confess; you know the church
You see the church in Bushey, hmm, you will sit there, wait for me
Just sit there, sit! My soul is flying around you because you are mine you
Hmm, my memory always following you, you can not clear out of your mind
Yes, he loved you
Loved you
Me you
You, me
A heart
Tears
Flow
Bye
With
You
"May I sleep under your emerald-umber arms in serenity of your cover." quote _by Poet
Titillating gently does the breeze move
Through pink cherry blossoms, brought fragrance Spring's best
Pastel weeds lull and swept away, rise, mingle, and bend,
Flourish and grow beauties, and an expression often quite profound
The pensive wandering clear river flows
surrounded by a throng of admirable melodic trees and underbrush
Creating an aura of love, even the hardest of rocks
White herons fly through and nest on the river’s shoulders
A peace and sleep will come to yield
Beavers gnawing through vegetation building dams
As the night starts to creep up with stealthy footsteps
Concealing the tiredness of the anxious waiting light blue sky
Graying clouds nudge the crescent moon
Light streams though darken shadows of the trees
7/16/2021
Writing Prompt - Fragmented Spaces Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
emerald-umber= umbrella
Singing in the rain under partially clouded skies as light blue colors
Peep from the open canopy creating energy in an ocean of ecstasy.
Right after the rain recedes, Mother Wind breezes an arresting fragrance
Inhaled with the deepest of gratitude along with the hope of deflated pollutions.
Never mind that bright sunny summers filled with microwave heat are near,
God's Spring is so pure and exhilarating, even if only of short duration.
03292019PoSoupContest, Writing Challenge 6, March 2019-6 lines, Dear Heart