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Have you ever opened your mouth
and chewed on your foot, extra BBQ sauce please. Our words come rolling out, while our brain is napping. As we blush and gasp for air, we try to say~I am sorry. Feelings are now hurt, maybe even the friendship. After all, we are just human~right. Harsh words can cut like a sharp knife, loving words can also heal. As we ask them and God to give us, we must also show forgiveness to others. Holding a grudge helps no one, and hurts everyone. Tonight as I wash my mouth out with soap, I pray to be the person God wants me to me.
Date Written:1/6/2023
2 Place
1
At peace perhaps too much
a fine Spring rain
we seek news from the desert or capitol
of those who have dedicated their lives to losing their lives for us
adventurers, ancient honor, land runners
this campaign a must to advance one's career
a war president needs war
2
All you need to know is the names of things
chambers of commerce and large corporations
elements, products, decay fungi, egg masses
cultivars and their relation to wild grasses and the edge
uses of herbs, languages of mammals,
purposes of insects, placement of rocks
the names of everything by which we know our way
3
I've read about those remarkable souls who maintain self-control
among murderers and the unentertained multitude
who may have even spoken persuasively
at the right moment for speaking
and thus attracted a now unwanted immortality
there are only two ways you can tell
a bird of prey from a vision - humor and ritual
4
the Fedex gal
would be unlike taking off Emily Dickinson's clothes
over the counter perfume and spray paint hair
postman's shorts, black socks
a woman's legs are much like a man's
yet she too is beautiful, too beautiful, weekends
boating with her man
5
Suburbs, lawns, blankets
in a long, long nursery of babies
napping, old, blameworthy
and, I say this respectfully, blind
certain and uninterested
in motives more subtle than their immediate comfort
Who am I to complain?
6
Plants, poems: riches
our financial advisor doesn't count. Good and simple
a man as he is. Comes tousled
from early morning golf and puffy
from a late night fight or lovefest with his wife.
Inchworm
letting out its rope down an oak.
7
Late afternoon meeting
like the dry samara, achene or capsule surrounding a seed
how often have I tried to escape
my need, community, chamber of commerce
you cannot drive
the roads are theirs and the signs, perhaps
you can walk if you can name the plants and rocks and are willing to die
8
O happy family
there's some contentment in letting community and family decide
your place in it. Gatekeepers -
unconscious god, invisible hand, natural selection -
kind when refraining from violence
when not responding with force to the universe's effort
to extinguish us.
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Date Written:3/22/2022
1 Place
Black Cat Contest Judged: 4/3/2022
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Carrying a sleeping baby.
Cleaning after a successful party.
Camping beyond mountains more mountains.
Playing trumpet on the streets of New York City.
Eating although the food supply is deeply compromised.
Flying with Democrats and Republicans, evangelicals and atheists.
Flying like a fruit fly that won’t quit mating.
Cool as a hummingbird in the stream’s wet spray.
Abstaining wholly, absent from worldly life.
Two dogs fighting but not biting hard.
Chanting as if the planet were mending.
Gourmet dining, devout prayer, loving Mary.
Evenings watching tv. Scotch and Star Trek.
Taking off Emily Dickinson’s clothes.
Meeting in the meeting house, arguing and praying.
Planning a legacy as if you knew enough to control events.
Pursuing happiness as a naturalist or humanist.
Spinning with the planet, performing the history that surrounds us.
Killing many Germans, saving many Jews.
Doing less until one thing’s done well.
Fainting from staring at candles through stained glass windows.
Morning, a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second warming your
bones.
Manipulating symbols, solving equations.
Disregarding tweets and facebook persuasions.
Sitting with a tiny Buddha near a rushing stream cutting a gorge.
Running, disciplining myself, making myself healthy.
Ingesting drugs, throwing die, drinking sludge.
Growing varicolored corn.
Participating in the cause because it’s impossible not to participate in
the effect.
Running over a chipmunk, groundhog or a skunk.
Lying face down in the emergency room facing doom.
Waking up Monday thinking Sweet Saturday! but soon remembering your
trick knee.
Turning the towering young thunder of my anger against my sons.
Regretting the callow dispassion with which I met my parents’ quietus.
Lawn mowing, leaf blowing, yapping dogs, napping old people.
No jets but a rooster mornings, cows and goats.
Al is painting an apartment. Sirma is cleaning the floors. Felix is taking
out the garbage.
Deciding tentatively I slightly prefer Heifetz’ to Oistrakh’s Sibelius.
No cedar waxwings, no chickadees, but beautiful moon!
If you’re alone as you get, why are you crying?
Barefoot, I stepped on the twigs and the dry leaves,
Loving the cracking sound they make as they break,
Hating the noise at the same time,
As, they might wake those sleeping monsters
From whom I was running!
Barefoot, I plunged deeper and deeper into the forest
Braving its dense shrubs and its lazy snakes,
Its furry koalas and its napping alligators,
Its prowling wolves and its preying carnivorous plants!
I hardly knew where I was going,
I hardly knew anything about my past,
I could only recollect waking up in an open cage,
Next to sleeping monsters, all smelling of narcotics
And alcohol,
Seemingly too taken up with their high waves
To care about me!
Still, seconds before I woke up, I had seen, in my dream
A Goddess, dressed in a blood red saree and being
So magnificent in appearance, with milky flawless skin
And beautiful traits, looking like
She could be the Queen of Existence!
"Wake up," she had said to me in a riddling manner,
"Wake up and dive into the darkness in front of you!"
Her words I did listen, fearing nothing and no one
For, whatever be the cause of everything, whatever be
The consequences of everything,
What matters and what shall matter remains
Her will being fulfilled!
My heart started thumping, the moment I saw, in front of me
Trees sliding away and making the way for me
To reach the clearing, where, a prince sat by the side of his horse
And my dead body!
He was sobbing uncontrollably, shaking and clenching his fists
So much that the veins of his neck stood out!
Then, it all came back to me, I am his beloved and together
We have been fleeing our native soils, as, it would seem,
Our love was deemed as being a sin!
Love, being expressed in this way in my usually stony prince
Was more than melting!
It started playing notes in heart, causing my femininity
To dance and my whole senses to simply explode
As would the most destructive of volcanoes!
So,
Taking a huge gulp, I dived into my own body and woke up
To his disbelieving eyes and to a lifetime of love
As has been willed not only by both of us
But also by the Mother Goddess who visited me in my dream!
Written on 7th January 2019
im getting
sick of
all the
fake people
you only
get one
life
there aint
no sequel
acting like
youre equal
to my
god
all this
bull*****
has bogged
my mind
im looking
for a
sign
to let
me know
everything
will be
fine
but i
know it
wont
so im
just gonna
grab my
coat
and get
off this
boat
before it
sinks
to the
bottom
of the
lake
this is
crazyeights
locked in
a crate
trying to
plan an
escape
but i
know its
my fate
to just
give up
and die
please dont
cry
im not
worth the
tears
ive been
dead
for the
past few
years
its too
late to
scart acting
like you
care
cuz i
know you
didnt
before i
go
i need
to finish
a few
things
but i
dont know
what they
are
hell isnt
that far
off
and heaven
is just
too far
away
when my
mind coughs
my mouth
will spray
so get
out the
way
cuz im
filled with
diseases
mushroom trips
get enhanced
with reeses
and some
oj
seeing ****
that will
make you
wanna run
away
but you
cant run
from yourself
im like
a witch
that will
melt
if i
get hit
with water
i want
that liquid
acid
**** the
blotter
that ****
is weak
i need
something strong
so i
can reach
my peak
playing
hide and
go seek
with my
own head
eventually i
will be
dead
laying in
a bed
filled with
roses
on my
way to
meet moses
cuz i
disobeyed
the lord
i couldnt
afford
to follow
the word
of christ
so he
wont be
that nice
to me
on my
judgement day
but what
can i
say
i chose
to go
the wrong
way
now i
need to
pray
that i
will be
saved
before i
go
cuz right
now
im just
an uncleansed
soul
and i
really dont
know
what will
happen
im really
only at
peace
when im
napping
so let
me sleep
thats what
i need
that will
be my
good deed
On the ground is
where I lay and
gaze into the sky,
you're not supposed
to question God but
Lord I ask You why,
do recent world
events effect the
way that people
live? Why some
can't find a job to
earn the cash to
feed their kids.
A thorough
explanation is the
thing that I seek
most, my mind is
so intuative and I
don't mean to boast,
but if there is a
scheme so grand I
need to ascertain,
the reason why my
people choose to
cause and live with
pain.
The birds that fly to
Heaven now fall
down from out the
sky, the world is
going crazy with the
simple question
why,
do fish that swim
amongst the sea
now wash up on the
beach? What
lesson, if there's
any, are You really
trying to teach?
The speculation
brewing up by
some? It all
depends, the world
and ev'rything we
know, that soon it
all will end,
the question we
must ask ourselves
before the earth is
gone, is have we as
a people earned the
right to journey on?
The proof is in the
pudding, look one
way and back
around, You'll
notice that a lot of
folks are napping
underground,
through no fault of
their own they live
their days with
gloom and strife, til
someone with a gun
arrives and BOOM,
there goes a life.
I understand that
some Dear God
exist along the
edge, of Heaven
Hell & Here, they
walk the wire to get
ahead,
the balancing is
worth it, that's what
gets into their head,
the surface though
is highly waxed
which means one
slip, they're dead.
The thing that gets
me most of all is
how we treat our
kids, they shouldn't
have to suffer with
the evil that we live,
I see them as the
future not to quote
Ms. Houston's
song, a sentence of
eternal Hell to those
who do them wrong.
I think I'm just
concerned Dear
God if we are on the
path, of
righteousness
forever in a world
that everlasts,
myself I'm far from
perfect but I do
hope to achieve, I
thank You God for
list'ning don't give
up on us, believe.
cant see it coming down my eyez so I
have to let this Poem Cry
I cant see it coming down my eyez so I
have to let this Poem Cry
See Im not on this Jay-Z shhhh...
Im on this Real Love Shhh...the type of
love thats makes Mary J Blige dig deep to
find her soul shhhh
A poem that lets it out...
see i had love but never cherished it...felt
it but never kept it...used it but as a
crackhead well I had to abuse it...
funny its really irrelevent...love had
passed me so fast like usain bolt there
wasnt a reason for me to catch
it...TREATED IT LIKE SUICIDE SO I HAD
NO CHOICE BUT TO KILL IT FOR MYSELF
A poem that makes me mad...A poem that
keeps me Sad...A POEM THAT MAKES
YOU MAD!!!
R.I.P LOVE!!! YEA I SAID IT...HOW CAN I
DENY IT!!! My broken soul
Past pains hidden deep...My heart has a
hole...Love wasn’t in my book...
Wasn’t something I could see...damn sure
wasnt something i wanted to read
Pain was bound in my world...SO MAYBE
JUST MAYBE I NEED TO BE DEAD...
LOAD UP THE GUN AND PUT IT TO MY
HEAD
CLIMB UP ON TOP OF THE
BUILDING...STAND CLOSE TO THE
EDGE...READY TO FALL...BUT!!!
FELT SO SCARE SO I BEGAN TO STALL!!!
KNOWING NOBODY WAS THERE TO
CATCH MY TEARS
SO I LET THIS POEM CRY INSTEAD!!!
Every time I think the feeling of love has
called it quits
the tortuous memories and hopes that
may never be... prove to still exist
and so I walk the land of love and pain
the man with a plan but no plan to make it
happen
It's not that I'm sleeping or slacking on it
...basically just napping
procrastinating keeps me from snapping
out of insanity
watching other lovers pointing the finger
at my single life
should I be pleased!!! not really!!! because
honestly!!! this is the reality!!!
IT ALL STARTS WITH ME!!! TAKE ME
AWAY!!! LORD TAKE ME AWAY!!!
Day in...Day Out...trying to make
it...continuing to fight love but now i need
to escape it
instead of looking up to the skies and
begin to cry
I couldnt see it coming down my eyez...SO
I LET THE POEM CRY!!!
Baiano is my charming Campanian town,
at the foot of the Paterno's mountain,
noble roman settlers came to build their villas,
but the barbarians and Spartacus ransacked it;
then other invaders: the Normans, the Hungarians,
the Swedish and Spaniards occupied it!
Baiano is an ancient town, not as widely famous
as many northern towns, but keeps up with the modern times;
come here in springtime, and see the season's enchantment:
sunflowers and lilies fields spread out in the misty distance...
as the orange and apple trees dress in green and wait
for the magical summer for that palatable fragrance!
In the soccer fields, kids play in the hot afternoons
while their parents watch them from colorful shades;
the elders sit in their comfortable plastic chairs,
napping under the shade of a casual oak tree,so tall,
planted by a student on Earth Day many summers ago...
and he proudly stands by it counting its living years!
O adorable town, left by me, for social reasons when
I was forced to flee and leave this youth undone,
with friends I hung out in the church's yard...
to kick that ball in the net, and become elated;
could I have gotten all that energy from the southern sun,
which has nothing to envy the colder northern one!
From the wide steps of the Gothic church with a sturdy door,
I raised those childish eyes and gazed at the beautiful facade,
and wondered what inspired the architect
to build such an immortal monument
so heavily damaged by the last earthquake,
but the Baianese people brought it to its previous splendor!
In my charming Campanian town without a stream,
there is a large square with oak trees on both sides,
and right in the middle the Fallen Soldiers' monument...
for the brave ones who went up north to fight the invaders;
and the blood they shed was for my freedom,
and these verses will be read by everyone in the land!
Neighbors and friends you have gotten older or passed away,
and all of you who are alive: lament with me its by-gone glory!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Something's changed, I don't recall this door.
The mat that once read 'welcome'...now gone.
Am I lost in the night, or had I forgotten some slight..
had my address been quelled by another time?
The new curtains in the bay window seem nice,
though..not the deep blue highlighted sash you fell for.
And on that foreign floor, a sweet Labrador lies napping.
Not the lightning fast hound rescued from the shelter.
My key's jingle, so hollow in sound, questions me now..
whether I know left from right, right from wrong..
Two boots waited, under an unfamiliar porchlight,
neither I recollect as my own..
every sunset I knew seemed to've gone.
I stepped back from a stranger's stair, perhaps deceived by my own eyes..
retracing my tired steps from the long day, to the oak in the yard,
was it always that tall?
Surely the messages you left would offer a solution from this lunacy,
a chance at a door opening, inviting me, lovingly from this nightmarish scene.
But they had all disappeared.., save one.
Staring hollow eyed into the dimming display's abyss, I read the last will..
your last thought retraced..in taps' mournful horn.
The air in my lungs abandoned me, my shoulders suddenly
weighing so heavy, in a torn and bloodied uniform.
Somehow the night sky was no longer mine to share..
absent your side, shaking my head in my hands..
my God, how could it be?
The door and locks changed, the porchlight rearranged,
the blue curtains went too,
The scratch of toe nail's click clack.. nowhere to be found,
even the dog was removed.
Turning away from the lawn to the long sidewalk, oblivion my companion,
I laughed out loud at the fool and folly and future that lie in store.
There's a fine line between truly belonging.., and only being,
bitter lesson learned at a strange door..
Finally saddeningly, maddeningly.. it dawned,
why everything was tipped on its face.
Your last message, echo'd in my broken mind..,
'you've been replaced'.