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~ Day and night have doors between different realities ~ quote by poet
Children are an infinite
source of wonder and w h i m s y
R e v e r i e has the ability to let thoughts fly
a balance between illusion and reality
The time from the light goes out in the evening
until morning dawns
The darkness is experienced
dramatic and frightening
The ceiling lamp transforms into an evil bat
Mysterious shadows behind the curtain come alive
Scary creatures, sharp teeth and magic
Even under the covers
he caught quick glimpses of the monster
The dangers of darkness
defeats of trolls and dragons
Between sleep and wakefulness a h a l l u c i n a t i o n
A d r e a m can play tricks on us
camouflages itself as a chameleon
V i s u a l i z a t i o n may not have
the words to express feelings
but awakens the child's curiosity
and challenges the i m a g i n a t i o n
When the sun hits the window pane in the morning
(with eyes of fear)
... scary trolls, doubtful in daylight
We may never know how to understand or feel the pain and anguish of another.
But when we see our loved ones suffer we would volunteer to bear their brunt, eat their pain or sacrifice ourselves to that monster intruder.
See the person that you love and look deep into their eyes. Hold their hands and kiss their face and tell them how much you love their life.
Our future now so uncertain lies. Now, more than ever. We’ve seen wars and we’ve seen strange times but we’ve never lived through a pandemic that owns our futures.
In these changing times don’t lose sight of one another. We need each other to survive and feel the majesty of life - the love of another.
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
interpreted from italian to
English by Dolce Mancer
of Money- Interpretations
Original Works by Bangles De Suppasta
A Neapolitan Italian Song
Best sung in italian
He Still my Friend
Song by Dolce
pity the fool
that you don't
Love him
It ain't cool
He believes
You're his friend
Don't be cruel
this lacks human
feelings
You know the rule
That just ain't cool
Tipping out on your
Mister
Getting us all involved
Frustrating the narrative
Acting like the conflicts
Resolved
That ain't cool
You loved him
When you married
Him
I've seen y'all together
The golden rule
When it comes
to romance
Don't be a fool
When the devil
Wants to dance
Causing me to bite
My tongue monster
What I am saying
It ain't cool you tipping
Out on your Mister
Remember this
He's still my friend
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Aria from "Keeping one: finding one"
Written by Santa Minzza .
Middle-class Opera Show
"Green Collar Romance"
Lovers Betrayal written by
Comp say and Duct tour Master
Orchestrations and Arrangements
Done by Slurp Cancer and Music Solve
Album Company llc.
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Everyone has heard, a feared word by all. Six little letters, can change one's life in an instant. It comes in many forms, from mild to death. Much pain-sadness-heart ache does it bring, no happiness here for all concerned. From skin on the outside, to breast-lung and more on the inside. This six little lettered word, will it have it's way. In all the decades that have passed,
this little monster is still on the loose. You ask what monster could cause all of this, six little letters "Cancer."
Date Written: 6/1/2021
1 Place
Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
THE CHRONOPHAGE
Ghostly levitating on the Cambridge street since 2008,
the Corpus Clock reveals the ugly-beauty of time.
A gleaming gold-plated clock facade attracts you,
the malicious monster moving mechanically
repulses you. It controls the whole clock,
creating a constant grinding noise.
The hour is tolled by the sound
of a chain clanking into
a coffin hidden in
the back of the
clock.
Once every five moments, the clock face tells the time correctly.
The chronology of chronometry is cast aside allegorically for a
second or two. The pendulum pulses purposefully making
the display lights freeze, fall behind and then fire ahead.
Thousands of tourists take photographs of the artwork.
While students and residents rush by the window, it’s
merciless message ringing upon death minds.
If you stop and stare for it long enough,
you see your warped reflection.
Am I using time wisely or not?
Much like the carvings written upon an ancient gravestone,
below states ‘mundus transit et concupiscentia eius’.
The Chronophage knows you have read this
inscription. It’s clawed clockwork teeth tells
you the ticking truth; “Time is not on your
side. I’ll eat up every minute of your life
and as soon as one has gone, I’ll be
salivating for the next.”
Time is ticking…
A locomotive
Barreling through blizzard's tracks
The engines pump fiercely
Churning white skies into black
Hot with steamy rage
Its whistle screams into the air
Reminding all who hear it
A monster is drawing near
It doesn't care for winter
Or the snowdrifts piling on
It feeds on the very mountains
And breathes fire from their ore
And as darkness falls across the land
This train, keeps coming on
It's glowing eyes shining bright
Onto beds of steel and rock
I hear it in the distance, now
It wails into the night
And cast a chill right through me
More than the snow and ice
The ground begins to tremble
The air grows colder still
And I loathe that locomotive
That comes against my will
My bags I've packed with this and that
And family waits to send me off
Underneath the cold starlight
Where that train will soon be stopped
Then off to fight another fight
I've heard that call to arms
But it's this train I fear the most
For it takes me off to war
Under the sink, there is a glow.
It’s something bad, that’s all I know.
I’m shifting unknowingly.
There’s a hole in my sock so my toe pokes free.
A monster is by my toe nail.
Against the window, there is suddenly hail.
Waking them with a clanging sound.
So now, there are ghosts all around.
I never did believe in those things.
All those supernatural beings.
Until I moved into my new home.
Where slime oozes from my comb.
I can’t even brush my teeth.
Without spirits making noise beneath-
This house with a basement…
That I own and don’t rent…
I always wake up from my wonderful dream.
Even though I almost screamed-
With joy that I owned a house.
Maybe it would have a haunted mouse.
He would be a great pet.
Immortal, so no need for a vet.
Maybe I’d learn some evil tricks.
In my haunted house filled with magic!
write all you want about your condition
but after that find someone who'll listen
to capture imagination and attention
all you'll need is their permission
a joke, a line, a rhyme that's fine
a little something to feed the mind
keep a rythem and a steady flow
touch a heart with words you know
a single line can reach the soul
when an eternal truth is told
and when you create a tear in your eye
then write the reasons men cry
or spread the joy of laughter around
with embarrassing stories about a clown
or raise men up to fight a war
inspire rebelion on far away shore
discribe the majesty of the worlds largest
and praise with accuracy what God created
use words to paint pictures and observe
colour emotions deliver the absurd
uncover the sad the ugly and the blue
release the monster inside of you
tell the tale given by the muse
to the letter nothing unused
please the god within yourself
with the best and nothing else
and maybe just maybe
you'll be a poet
(For melody winter)
I have been keeping secrets since I was a small girl
mammoth, gigantic secrets
little teeny, tiny, mini ones
I am an expert at the hush-hush
very good at top-secret
tell me and my lips are sealed
I will keep your disclosure under wraps
you can confide in me
I will never tell
all the enormous, monster secrets
or the itsy-bitsy
itty-bitty peculiar ones-
one day mother whispered in my ear
a very particular secret
she made me promise to keep it concealed
to never tell even to close family
that was years ago-
people have tried to pressure me
but I made a secret pact that day
even though mother died the secret lives
I have it tucked away in my head
but just in case, I wrote it down on paper . . .
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April 21, 2021
Poetry/Free Verse/Secrets
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1348-604-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, All Yours (April 23)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 04/24/2021