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Finally the moment came.
The last enormous effort to breathe out your life
The last heaves and sigh
Your mild eyes that were caressed by your eyelids
For the last time they were put to sleep
I was not there Ma, when all of these happened
Did you look for me? Were you restless
Not finding your ever reliable arms, your dearest of treasures?
I know not
At that very moment I was tossing feverishly upon my own bed
Far away from the hospital where you were laid
Three days ago you writhed and motioned us to release you
From the chains of all those tracheal tubes, monitors
And all other things
They didn’t allow you to talk
I understood what you were trying to say
But so helpless was I Ma, I was helpless
I stood watching you how they lulled you into submission
Ma, now you are free, now sleep so long as you wish
Three cheers to a man who threw off his shackles
Key turned by cancer door slammed by his wife
An eleventh hour primal urge stirring
A man had decided to reclaim his life
He did what he did to provide for his family
More than that he did it for pride
Given we know what before the fall goeth
Of his ruinous end we should be not surprised
Society thought that he was a weakling
He would admit he went through life afraid
Until the day when the straw broke the camel
And now we sing of the stand that he made
Who would have thought someone so mild mannered
Would put a bullet in a rival's head
Some would take issue with how he did business
Mostly though those people are dead
He died alone in a pool of irony
He'd tell you his decisions were bad
When the world tries to strip a man of his dignity
It's hard to conceive of a choice to be had
March 18, 2017
Night is always a brief curtain on the crash of the stage.
its fall will initiate a brief interlude between madness and sanity.
A mild soliloquy
Where quiet dignity invades like a horde..
I breathe in once, twice... out maybe more,
Building a rapture of no words, no thought, no future.
Now time leaps and the cost of sleep weighs against the stillness of this intermission.
I will fall under the weight of Morpheus, and darkness will descend upon all countenance
An intermission
But it will be too soon that light will break its way across the light year, and orb will turn.
I stir within the haze, the curtain will lift, And the show will go on
Form:
The Dolphin
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was total. They had flippers.
The captain asked, “do you know them?
Yes, I said they are my children.
You are mad, he said, yes that is the price to pay for loving
a dolphin.
Holy Slime of Spring™
Seasonal Epic -- Limited Drop
A divine ooze imbued with chaotic Easter energy.
Hand-delivered by a suspiciously muscular bunny and sealed in a glitter egg forged from cosmic sugar.
Properties:
Sparkles under moonlight
Smells faintly of jellybeans, peeps, and ambition
Doubles as a universal key for Easter Basket Portals™
Hums quietly when near chocolate
Effects (Passive):
+2 Egg Luck
+1 Bunny Evasion
+3 Glitter-Based Charisma
Immune to Monday blues for 24 hours after contact
Warning:
Do not feed after midnight.
Do not combine with cursed grass.
Do not let it judge you (it already has).
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Coming soon to a dimension near you… or in that locked drawer you forgot existed.
Slime Label Edition
Jelly-glow divine,
bunny whispers through the mist--
greed’s celebration.
Jellybean Blessing
May your slime stay squishy,
your portals stay open,
and your enemies
step in glitter barefoot.
May every egg you touch
hatch delight or mild chaos,
and may you always
taste the rainbow
before it melts.
November comes down gliding on filmy wings,
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay
Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat
In glinting flashes, the land and sky look so bright
The delectable pumpkin pie is the season’s favorite treat
As the day advances sunbeams fall in sparks of light
.
Early mornings come covered in snowy mist
Soon leaves nose dive and mournfully weep
The fallen leaves tremulously cry under our feet
As their last goodbye before they finally fall asleep
Evenings turn colorful with sinking sunlight, bleeding red
Squirrels chatter noisily as they gather nuts in the wild
As autumn tightens its grip, men retire early to bed
Wind blows all through the month with a temper mild
Soon the air turns chilly with blizzards coming in a row
And winter waits impatient for its icy-cold embrace.
The land will then be covered in a maze of snow.
Even the last flower shall fall and fade from earth’s face
The fallen dead leaves lying in piles and rotting away
And the sound of wind whistling the dirge of November
Bring to me the thought that we must all take leave one day
Down on earth, fall and rot, thus be fodder for new life ever!
Nov.13.2022
~ Placed First~
November or December Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Caren Krutsinger
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question.
In your bed, under cover, you become a distracted lover.
In your heart of emotion, say -- am I your slightest notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
With fists, I attempt holding all that uncertainty flies
before looking in your eyes of such vague, scattered tries.
Am I your any place … does my touch leave any trace?
Gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills vary heat of will.
My desire to see truth yearn, stretches to see you turn.
Gentle lavender-laced, fancy dreams hang on low rafters.
They offer ease of capture - now winds may lay them blown
cause your cupid air dancers twirl aloof in passion’s cologne.
Do gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills tarry now to kill?
In your heart of emotion, do you stir honesty’s notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
Am I your any place …. do you see precious on my face?
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question …
and, baby, I’m a slooow burn, baby,
I'm … just a slooow burn.
Ripples shadow-sway across waves, casting gray over days.
Vague gauze designs play tag inside multi-mazed blinds.
Feeling comes and goes, slides and grows, I’m tossed ..........
you twist, but -------
..… mostly I’m a slooow burn.
Quilt mine, like thorny bush, went on hurting me hard,
It said: within this night you should become a bard!
Shall I write: of child unknown, like blooms from buds, born?
Should I write he is, like the eternal seed, bourne...?
Shall I crown His majesty, in my rustic terms?
Each of my heart-beat ever his glory affirms...!
I tried to sleep on hard prickly straw just to know,
How this child felt; I could not, yet, quite undergo...!
Cows I have many at home; goats and black sheep too,
I couldn’t, yet, smell my sheep; Where? When? Who is who...!
One who comes is blessed I know, a guileless child,
Aren't embers restless within, though outwardly mild...???
23 November 2022
MOST BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS POEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Life is full of surprising things. we meet people that are meant to be. All of a sudden and kind of unexpectedly. you found me cute and I thought u were great.
That first time you hugged me It felt like you had known me for a century
I looked at you and thought for a while how could someone be so mild?
if we dig deep ourselves, just how opposite we are to compare
you’re realistic and I’m a dreamer you’re quiet and I’m a screamer
you’re pure as pearl and I carry a devilish side. We’re just soulmates with the opposite vibe
you hide your pain behind smiles and I don’t give a damn about tides. You’re the calm river and I’m the feisty fire
Contrary to every angle in our attires.
Sometimes I wonder how she got me in
I’m the complete polar of her yet perfectly fit in.
you live your life with perfection I live as if it is just fun.
you’re too kind for the world and I’m a reckless bum
you’re pure as a pearl and I carry a devilish side.
were just soulmates with the opposite vibe
You want to be the sky and want to be a star.
well never be separate either near or far. I feel like royalty as you treat me like one.
you'll always be the friend I want for life. when your sky gets dark at night.
I'll be your star to make it bright, let’s live our lives as we want to live.
together we are like SpongeBob and Patrick.
you’re pure as a pearl and I carry a devilish side
just soulmates with opposite vibes.
There are circumstances in life
that frighten people from finding new thresholds
as the random footstep trepidates the mellow rabbit,
the immense,monumental,momentous achievements of our lives
oft commence with common & innocuous prevails
over mild and trite tribulations,
impulsions,risks,spontenieaties
are the instruments of the gallant,
the anxiety of the meek,and the ruin of the impetuous,
as discretion is the anvil of Justice,
the sage & accomplished do not seek out the epic
because they are well tempered like the hammer of Justice,
the courageously wise kiss the epic twist,
the tough,tenacious & triumphant need the epic
like stars require the dark for shine,
a castle without seige is just a large lonely home,
epic provides aspirations,
epic emotions, epic companionships, epic animosities
throw us into pits of peril and the satisfaction of survival,
inspiration,creation are Godsends not habbit,
epic pain, epic joy, epic heartache & hardship, epic strength
are the fruits of the lightning struck tree,
let the crows,and eagles rest on thee, golden habitat,
adore epic dreams, epic fidelity, epic failure and epic resuscitations,
heed the sqwuak of the shy scavangers
who mock,jeer & hide from epic presentations,
let your Soul require epic strain,stress and salvation,
without Epic there is only starving eagerness for existence
which will grind spirit upon stone of pumice -
J.A.B.