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Self quarantined misanthrope pitched into purgatory wham!
Ably cane resign eternal damnation (mine)
courtesy devil specially engraved telegram
prestidigitation found me vanishing shazam,
without a trace I disappeared in thin air voila
Earthly travails atop horns of dilemma ram
into me buttucks pitching yours truly ma'am
hoisted by my own petard sheepishly wool
ewe (red dully) bull heave human bug eyed
recalcitrant specimen (me) nonetheless lamb
basted skewered (think shish kabob) log jam
succinctly described helplessness to preserve
ultimately repurposed into green eggs and ham
harmless recluse no more valuable than flotsam.
Grant simple wish to withdraw into hermitage
coronavirus (COVID-19) just desserts we wage
us *****sapiens on trial across web world stage
severely misappropriating Earthly resources rage
understandable Gaia she pointedly reminds adage
inescapable comeuppance whereby our civilization
written off as atrocious, hellacious, malicious, page
poisonous primates essentially, dismally, yes clearly
bollixed, failed, leveraged, & tortured planet I gauge
hell in a handbasket ironic tragicomic fate wise sage
of yesteryear did prognosticate now we scurry hither
and yon, to and fro Smashing Pumpkins immortalize
metaphor likened each one of us as rat locked in cage
bajillion eons ago once upon a time our noble savage
ancestors levels playing field now new bacteriophage
relentlessly pits twenty first century civilization doles
microscopic organism (battling unseen enemy) voyage
around sun fraught tooth and nail powder milk biscuits
a Prairie Home Companion ruse buzzfeeding courage
for shy people (yours truly) communicating message,
albeit urgent to revamp paradigm to live social - nsync
with eco friendly coda allowing, enabling, & providing
liberty and justice for all living (colorful) things hostage
at mercy of self proclaimed superior beasts above average
with intelligence, yet rendering oblate spheroid garbage.
No major inconvenience incapacitates rather humdrum
bard (rarely bored), I wanna pitch headlong into scrum
no need to scream and shout, cuz I speak softly to mum
(Mother Earth) reassuring, she inevitably bests hoodlum
standing arrogant, boastful, deceitful comfortably numb
oblivious when day of reckoning delivers offal maelstrom.
The Mill wheel wouldn't turn until the Spring
The joyful reapers had long since departed.
What bleakness these dark wintry months would bring;
Her death had left him numb and heavy-hearted.
No longer would he hear her sweet refrain
Or share the joy of harvest’s bounteous yield,
Her hand in his he’d never hold again
Nor feel her warmth as when their love was sealed.
'Whispers ran through the town from door to door'
‘She’s gone! The poor old miller’s wife has died’
No eye was dry, it cut folk to the core
To see him sit alone at eventide.
But changing seasons soften aching pain,
The rippling stream flows on, a new path seeks.
The cogs of life start turning once again,
Ice melts, revealing secrets- wheel creaks.
And every slow rotation calls to mind
The treasured memories which love entwined.
For the contest : Mill Wheel
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley
20/07/18
What have Tests become
Not really a conundrum
The game’s true fulcrum
To beach bum humdrum
Cricket now plays dumb
Kowtow to cash cow scum
To T20 aplenty did succumb
Moolah the ruler in this slum
Seduced reduced simulacrum
Absurd but heard the word’s still mum
Batters in tatters another LBW plum
Chickens no bantam baby tantrum
Same silly song will willy nilly strum
A dastardly turns bastardly doldrum
Forget regret best bet rule of thumb
Rank dank stank so glum & then some
Beat the drum or Tests simply overcome
Stark dark depths these guys lies do plumb
No comfort for our sport not even a crumb
Our sort annoyed destroyed in Pink Floyd void
In perverse parallel universe worse is to come
So ho hum reeling feeling “uncomfortably numb”
Night rain on the window pane is the night sweat of my fevered life dream. Time bloats like the reflection I try to avoid. Tears on the bedroom floor for however many minutes or hours. I crawled in here, felled like a sick elm, sickly scooped-out, hunger hollowed, word emptied. Hands...hands that feel like they don't belong to me any more. Something moves within them, puppets them: a tingle like lightning.
icicle fingers
too cold to hold a teacup -
wrists are winter twigs
Fingernails mauve-mottled, heart struggling to pump, circulation slow-crawling. Hands are too blue-numb to grip, and I'm watching the teacup slip...
white pottery shards
mosaic of tannin stars -
the carpet is stained
I found an anthology of short stories I first read years ago, before dream winced into nightmare. Opening the book, a slip of paper floats out, white-dazzly as a snowflake. My hospital admission letter, the sudden white shock of it bookmarking a favourite story.
Bedtime stories. Sweating between the sheets with Ray Bradbury, electric singing sentences pressed to my skin. The push and pull of his prose singing my body electric, giving me a word-**** I won't forget.
Ray Bradbury's everywhere, he's in the air, his words rearranging themselves into kaleidoscope patterns; strange lexicon of snowflakes, of stars. But voices are reassuring me It's just a little fever dream.
Strange how the memory sea floods me as the mind becomes ever more disconnected; the past's wisps floating like feathers through the fog. Fever flicker of faces: Sarah's, silver-shimmery through tears, her blonde hair haloed in teardrop light.
Tonight, anorexia's voice is the knife strike in a slasher movie: a killing, shrilling eardrum drilling. It's the chainsaw buzz scything corn, the shadow knife behind the Psycho curtain.
My immune system is failing, body breaking down.
waves of nausea
crashing on my body's shore -
gastroparesis
slow fast slow fast slow
stutter stop start slow stop start -
arrhythmical heart
Sibilant strobe of whispers, voices, the past's echoes, floating through fever fog...We don't think you're looking after yourself...You're a risk to yourself...I'm sectioning you under Section 2 of the Mental Health Act...
The minefield mind-trap closes on a single word: How?
How has it all come to this?
I feel empty from time to time,
The love I have for you is true.
In one breathe I tell you of your perfection,
In the next I made you feel so blue.
It’s like a button that keeps me safe.
A way to keep me from harm.
I adore you with all my heart,
that’s when my mind hits the alarm.
All I ever wanted was a girl like you,
Full of love, caring and kind.
You are too perfect for words,
You drive me completely out of my mind.
Jealousy is not a word I like to use,
It echoes a feeling of pain
Making me think irrationally,
I end up shutting you out in the rain.
I see the tears roll down your cheek,
As you look at me blurred vision.
You radiate pain, hurt and anger,
Hating what I’ve done, I made a final decision.
You look at me, say you need me.
You ask me to stay and touch my face.
I don’t deserve all this love from you,
But you stand tall with ultimate grace.
I’m dying inside as I hate that I’ve hurt you.
I’m crying that I’ve made you numb.
I never want to hurt you again,
Jealous is what I become.
Things are Not well. My withdrawal is bad. Still numb
and hallucinations are ongoing. Hard to talk On phone.
I'm at home.
Can't stay calm.can't sit still can't get out I don't know
what's real.always shaking not eating or sleeping.
Scared of things others might know like whole World
kidding and jokes on me.
Insanity not kind to me so tired of nothing but pain
wish for relief from shadows all round me. Life of pain
and joy is scraped away
Never saw it ending this way.
Never give up. Never knocked down
never turned away just turn cheek
So of all the things I've done and seen
The trouble I made in my home town
I own it all with no regrets and as I stood
I will fall not weak. Strong till spark exits me.
Form:
I only wish that I had known
You'd take an early flight to the
moon; that you would die so soon.
I never imagined not growing old together
nor even remotely that you would be gone
so suddenly. I know that our heavenly Father
knows best when to take you to your eternal rest.
And I also know that He understands that right now
I am devastated, frustrated, and empty inside.
While you were fighting for your life, I went upstairs
and had a deep alone moment with our Father. I asked
him 'If he would do this for me'- that is, spare your
life. I said it really loud, but he remained silent.
I knew he said "No" when you passed on. I feel
so weak and alone without you, and I am
hurting now because you are gone.
There were things I would have said,
And other things I would not have said.
Our times together would have been fuller
and richer. More hugs and 'I love you',
more 'get-togethers' and lots of 'hang-outs'
too. There would have been more smiles
and laughter. And our conversations would
have been more open and revealing.
Moreover, both my head and heart are at a loss.
and I feel so numb and lost. I don't pretend to know
the many 'whys' of life and death, nor the many
questions that never get answered, but I'll
remember forever the joys and happiness
we shared. AND IN TIME, GOD'S TIME,
I'LL FIND MY WAY AHEAD AND MOVE ON.
Sitting in the Hall Of Pain
malnourished of courage, a cloudy brain,
the walls stand tall and plain,
stretching up as high as flying planes.
My core in confusion,
fuming flames icy conclusion?
Those planes fly high up on the ground,
below me sky moving left to right,
floating, is this Hell I've found?
In front I see a door, it says exit,
but I don't trust it, it's spelt dyslexic,
everything here is in the wrong place,
a thought I am too, my saving grace.
Failure in life results in a mental punishment,
getting lost in a rhyming addiction
for a sense of false accomplishment.
A dire time for me, self fined a fee by this mind of mine,
suffering alone, no one, nothing, my own,
a planet with no sun, I'm a worthless clone,
a shadow of my former self, mystealth.
Numb to the desperation blind to inspiration,
yet desperate enough to believe the invisible,
everything visible makes misery of miserable.
I'm deep but I don't speak too a belief in entities,
but my God in heaven please, give strength to me,
I beg I pray I plead,
nothing more than the minimal need.
Survival will allow me too show I'm ambitious,
I'll thrive the sky high aiming for satellite dishes.
***INVENTED A WORD
"MYSTEALTH"
A shadow of my former self
Cruel winter, with sharp claws, like a feral beast, you come,
Accompanied by icy gales and blinding mist.
Snowflakes fall in clusters from the greying sky.
Everywhere the chilly clutch and hold of winter persist.
The sun that shone bright has sadly departed.
It has curled up under clouds, hiding in an unknown space.
Trees in row stand leafless and starkly naked.
Men stay indoors to escape winter's cold embrace.
All around me, I see the frosted land stretching endless
Oh winter, with your kiss, birds and beasts have gone silent
Breath comes out from your lips like steamy vapour
You sometimes attack us unforeseen like a nasty tyrant.
Your icy warriors infiltrate through every crack into the night,
With furtive breath, they pierce into our flesh and numb our senses
All warmth is looted away from our body in stealth
Their unanticipated attack nullifies all defences.
* * * * *
I know death is necessary for life’s arrival and revival
I wait to see winter’s desolation turn into hues of spring,
When vernal vigour shall embellish the vales and hills,
And a jubilant and joyous rebirth, spring shall surely bring!
Unfair treatment at the hands of a boss
Power mad, slanderous causing me loss
Invalidated, worthless and lost,
Friends disregarding never giving a toss
Walking alone with no purpose or value
stuck in a zone where there’s no me and you
an individual lost, pointless confused
Never awarded rewards always feeling used
No one cared now neither do I
Life is unfair and then you die
Down at rock bottom living life
Treated rotten through selfish lies
All at the hands of the bitter and jealous
Going against me in all that develops
And Telling their lies to all other fellows
Those thoughtless folk who only follow
Now numb and removed with no desire
Spent all my effort now there’s no more
I can’t find a spark an ember or fire
Psychological warfare I’ve had to endure
Never give up and one day it will change
Why are humans so selfish and strange
Already got me then discredit my claims
Death follows life with nothing that pains
I’ve lived defeated while others succeed
They beat me down in my hour of need
I helped them out pulled them back to feet
Death follows life and I bet it’s more sweet
Living a life where you do not belong
Without a worth and you’re not strong
When you’re not interested in carrying on
It matters as much as it will when I’m gone