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You went for us to keep us free;
you became the killer you don't want to be.
The horrors haunt you in the night,
awful moments, deeds that define the fight.
He waits at home, your little son,
Kissing the screen he last saw your face upon.
Liberty, sweet liberty,
a precious, costly commodity;
no words we write, nothing we say
could ever your great sacrifice repay.
May we at home walk on with pride,
pride in our soldiers, those who fought and died.
You went for us to keep us free;
you became the killer you don't want to be.
The horrors haunt you in the night,
awful moments, deeds that define the fight.
He waits at home, your little son,
Kissing the screen he last saw your face upon.
We give our hearts, our prayers in love
asking for guidance from the Lord above
to bring you home to freedom's shore,
to arms of love, your little ones, once more.
Back home to him, that little son,
to kiss you and not a screen, the victory won.
You went for us to keep us free;
you became the killer you don't want to be.
The horrors haunt you in the night,
awful moments, deeds that define the fight.
Come home to him, that little son,
to kiss you and not a screen, the victory won.
Copyright, August 8, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
1 ALCOHOL AND POETRY
When I put these two elements together, I feast
much easily...
2 INFLEXIBLE
Stubborn is a difficult person to deal with, especially
because usually you don't perceive what they expect
of life...
3 DISTURB LUCIDITY
Too lucid, makes you suffer, makes you cry... lucidity in this
crazy life, in which we live, the illusion is a must...
4 COMPLIANT
Everything has a limit, once in a while just losing the
goosenecks to sort out the mess...
5 YOU ARE MUSIC...
Your pitch is too loud and your music I can't
sing...
6 LOVE AND NEED
Love is love, lack is lack...
7 TEARS THAT DON'T FALL ARE FORTRESS
Strongholds are soldiers who don't cry... shed blood
through the eyes...
8 READ ALL THE FAMOUS
The famous ones I've read, they all imagine they're humble..
The little ones I've read feel they're almost all superior...
9 POET AND EVERYDAY AND THE IMPOSSIBLE
For the poet, everything impossible is everyday... and the impossible
same is always possible when writing...
10 CHOCOLATE COMPANION OF SOLITUDE
Chocolate is a companion to female loneliness,
I love chocolate, but for my loneliness,
I prefer the friend single malt... !
It was one drop.
She, in a facade of innocence, released one drop.
But one drop poisons the entire well.
And my mind won't stop turning back to it.
I know it is killing me, but I cannot stop.
I want to not want.
But I have so little control.
The countless minds in my mind dominate me.
So they force me back on this path.
This often treaded path
of longing and hoping and pain.
And my mind cannot but keep following it.
She seduced my mind.
And my mind broke itself against her.
I cannot walk, so I crawl.
I am in pain, but forward I crawl.
For just one more sip, I crawl.
Towards that poison, I crawl.
Even if I could stop,
Even if I could succeed,
I could not overcome,
I will never be free.
By body is poisoned.
It has settled into my skin, my muscle, my bone.
If pure water was brought to my lips
It would be tainted by the undying poison within.
There is no escaping it.
She corrupted it all.
It was one drop.
And it corrodes all things.
Now, I have become a poison.
My very essence turned vile.
I have become a weapon.
I infect all that I touch.
I am the Midas of poison.
I am a scourge.
Her careless drop seeps.
Seeps through all I know.
Through all known to those I know.
An evil is now loosed since I could not process it.
And yet it seems no one else sees.
They don't even detect it.
This polluted, dreadful world masks the evil,
For my corruption is another scream in the winds of chaos.
But I see it.
Within the walls of my mind.
Within my head.
This poison dissolves ambition, love, hope...
It corrupts any virtue,
It reaches at my foundations,
And it leaches whatever bit of life is left.
Without purpose.
When it is finished with me, it will eek into the ground.
No one will ever find a trace.
Not even her who caused it.
For only my tainted eyes see.
So let me rot.
Let my mind rot.
Let my thoughts and spirit and being rot.
Rot to core.
Damn her poison.
Damn my foolish mind.
Damn all parts of the Universe.
So incomplete and alone.
So lonely and alone.
So insufficient and alone.
In another world I am almost complete.
Nearly whole.
A tower of strength.
An unbreakable dam.
A mountain of virtue,
Angelic, nearing cohesion with the complete.
In that world,
I would purge this poison.
But as I am,
I cannot.
So this poison shall purge me.
With the sun shining on my right side
And the clouds pouring rain on my left
It seemed to me, I didn’t have too far to go
To reach the most brilliant rainbow I had ever seen yet
I ran as fast as my little feet could take me
Before the spectacle could up and disappear
My whole life, I wanted to scale rainbows
I may as well do it right now and here
When I reached the beginning I was almost blinded
The red and orange were hot to my touch
But when I grabbed a hold of the yellow and green
They didn’t hurt so much
I placed one foot on the blue; the other on the indigo
I used the violet underneath me, to point out which way to go
The slope started off steep; it took everything I had to climb
As up and up and up I went, losing all track of time
At the top of the rainbow I could see forever
The earth beneath me and the heavens above
I had never felt this feeling before
I’m pretty sure that they call it “love”
I just sat there in peaceful silence
With the colors wrapped around my limbs
If happiness was a deep blue ocean
I had just jumped in it for a swim
The time had come for me to descend
As the sun was starting to set
I slid down the rainbow like a playground slide
On a ride I will never forget
When I reached the end of the rainbow
I found disappointed people looking for gold
But fortunes aren’t found at the end of the rainbow
It’s in the journey – or so I am told
Princess' intelligence was exceeded only by her strong diligence
To school she was sent to learn golden rule
We're blessed by this little gem and also pressed
In summer to a retreat she was sent_bummer
There she met the King at a special tea
He gave her strength and light, soul to save
Now our Princess lives in the King's strong tower
Far above life's stress and is blessed with love
She's now bride of the king since the vow
This story needs to end with some real glory
But don't have a clue now so I just won't
Sponsor: Mystic rose
Contest: Plucky Two By Nine
Written: March 2, 2015
When I sign "I Love You" with my name what does that mean? Only words with no feeling with my name. Only words with feelings with my name. Why sign "I Love You" if you do not mean it? Why sign "I Love You" if you do not know me? "I Love You" means what? "I Love You" means different things to different people. "I Love You" can be words that are just tossed around with little or no meaning from person to person like a tennis ball on a court. The next person can hold "I Love You" like it was a rare treasure. How do you hurt someone and then write I love you? "I Love You," three little words that are tossed around each day.
Date 12/29/2019
Honorable Mention Contest JUMP Judged:1/24/2020 Sponsored by: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Alone, alone, all, all alone
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Rime and Reason I Shall Not
Rime and reason I shall not wonder about,
but the wonders of the sea and its wandering.
I zip in quickly, unzip these Coleridge lines.
I’m all alone as I wander and wonder about.
How pitiable we are as we seek pity,
a pittance of our inside-outs, our doubts.
A whirlwind of living dances about,
in one’s unparalleled walkabout.
All alone in the fog - how does no one else
fathom-see the endless waves of gravity.
Like a lasso-chain about one’s ankles,
heart, lips, mind, emotions; the mourner’s trip.
After, all the battles of cancer are history,
I’m hanging onto Queequeg’s coffin,*
that ebbs in things gone by and flows
with tears that steer my little lost ship,
Rime and reason shared, a lot, and rocks
the boat. Inevitability of solitude in one’s thoughts.
Your hand grips the phone to reach out
but ultimately you phantom-float, and drift.
Sam says “never a saint took pity on…”
The answers are not found. You have to beat
the imagery to death. You end up back in the room
more than the hospice worker, where walls are bright.
The waves close in. Its eyes blank stare
and circle about. You find the smallest details
and ruminate as family fill in the blanks.
You pick each herring up, as if their death’s your fault.
Others take credit for what you know you did
and you question and doubt what you perceive.
All alone on the mourner’s island. It’s not pretty.
But you’ve joined the club, your only solace.
When you’ve picked the scene to death,
like a bird eats his prey, you leave it all,
all alone. The memories are stored away.
Those memories, real or imagined.
Concubine thine;
tasteful of mediocrity
Like crushed acidic vine
a misplaced favour
Pseudo credit bliss
sold without honour
Like soured wine.
Your pride
Was without fine
no token paid
You re stolen water
exchange on you was never bargained made
I scent you stolen waters
You sure stinks
like gutters
courtesy
ideas you mates
she but a crushed juicy
You came with a bag of a stranger
I saw you like a crushed fermented citrus,
he sipped of you, you ate up union
in the home of another you fermented
Later you excreted mild commotion
As you tasted
like honey made from crushed sugar perfected deception
Now Samson in chains of you love
With cold hands like vipers juice
You held him tight
Gave him bat's eyes
You crushed his eyes
like red mixed wine in an artist drawings
Crushed into a frame with calmness
to bring aches to his loins
You gaze fully with cost
tearing apart
foundations of his lust
Though seem more attractive
than the home mate
eyes so seductive
tops like mountains
lollipop lips
tongue like fountains
he sees her
through blindness
of her stair
soothing and calm
but her end
is charm slam
Now Achilles is crushed
You deep blue sea.
Like little boat he floated on you
You turned an iceberg
And without control crushed him apart
Made him a derailed train
ignited coals to kill
Like a man's beard
He burning
like bread.
O concubine
Of thine
End
Is a dark tunnel.
And the men
You be crushed
21/4/2020
He didn't want to leave wondering why he had to go
His heart would soon grieve and this began to show
Crying out in complete anguish his pain flowing out
All this he would miss his mind so filled with doubt
The sun now setting as the time has now since come
As there he was in so fretting his body feeling numb
With so few others now around he sensed this was it
He knew he was homeward bound, it was time to quit
In one last desperate sigh he slowly closed his eyes
Crying out in asking why little did his heart realize
He was lifted up off the ground into the Fathers Hands
Quickly life became sound as the child now understands
The two now walk as One for the Father knows the Way
Such a love for the Son that it grows with each new day
Tucking him into bed and still seeing that slight sorrow
The father said, we'll go back to the sandbox tomorrow
In the battlefield of bloody action the warrior
charges with the loaded gun on the shoulder,
across the thorny ground riddled with mines,
in vengeful mind notion of death doesn’t enter.
The face of his little daughter waiting at home,
smiles in a faded photograph in his tattered pocket,
he has no time to look at her gleaming face now,
because he is there to march forward and attack.
He is on a singular mission to kill the enemy
with the hands that fondly caressed his daughter,
with his heart that will keep her alive forever,
the fear of death is killed by the survival instinct.
Become a bold warrior, fight without fear,
you will live for the loved ones, winning the war.
July 9, 2020
Contest : Warrior
Sponsor : Silent One