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A single kiss
Can change your life forever
Or leave you barren
With a hundred unanswered questions.
Your first kiss
Was a shameless swindler
A brash and brazen thief of the night
Stealing my breath, heart, expectations ...
My proud and precious walls
Utterly obliterated
In the instant of an instant
By the simple, tender application
Of your candied lips
To mine.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "October No. 2 2018 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Now she loved me
I Loved her
Used to jump in an Uber
And roll out
Used to care she used to share
The love that she used to give
Me can't be found
I lost my way, she said she'd stay
Lately I have been sleeping with
a ghost
My health is down at out, I used to be
Worth my weight in gold and she knows
That was before a great
Depression kicked in and stopped
us
And that was before
Lockdown came in stopped
us
You told me to leave, but I lied to
you
When I said
That baby no
Worries I
Promise to
get us back
I know sorry, just
wouldn't do it
Her heart is obliterated, I'm
Trying, but we aint flying
No more
Gotta put wheels down
I wanna keep climbing and
Hoping things
Would change
And sun turns grey
And the water from the rain
Washes progress
away
Gotta put wheels down
In hospital must be a
Slow death that I'm traveling on
It feels so wrong
I'm barely holding on
See no matter what it takes, I've
Gotta get it together
These roads I'm traveling up
She aint showing me love
I'm putting my wheels down
The World Trade Center buildings once stood so tall
No one could have ever thought that they would ever fall
They were a symbol of our country and glittered in the sun
But they were obliterated forever on the date of 911
We all cried and asked God the question of how and why
As the souls of the departed made they’re way towards the sky
Brave men and women searched for survivors through the cluttered mess
What was the reason for the attack was just anyone’s pondering guess
Our minds were permanently wounded and our hearts were destroyed
Many family and friends were left with a life long void
Candles were lit and mourners’ hands were peacefully together held
A nation came together and we were all completely compelled
A sense of pride came over us like we never felt before
Because of the death of our fellow Americans from an unprovoked war
Will we ever fully recover from the pain and suffering that others have begot
So we will build memorials, raise flags, bow our heads in prayer to the saluting gunshot
To be strong and to heal is a goal we all have had to set
To honor those who died for freedom and to never ever forget
Maybe we will learn to live life again like we did before that fateful day
And always remember our loved ones and look at our flag in a different way
Lets go on with our hopes dreams and fulfill every waking endeavor
Immortalize their loss sacrifice and eternal memory now and forever and ever
Over half our country believes the bleep,
As web of tyranny over us creeps.
Cloaked as being fairness for the masses;
Freedom fleeting as each edict passes.
Right of free speech becomes obliterated.
As decent is no longer tolerated.
The delusion of by singing one song.
A way in which man might now get along.
The facts of history scream out warnings;
Which are ignored as non-conforming.
All that does not follow the narrative;
Bloviating pundits call pejorative.
I hope that none of these things come to pass.
I’m just drinking from a half empty glass.
I’m a mere poet, nary a prophet be.
But all these calamities I do foresee.
It was on this day
December the 21st, 1988
Pan Am Flight 103
Would learn of it's fate
Blown out of the sky
For all the world to see
Two hundred and fifty nine people
Rained down on me
My country Scotland
Lockerbie town
The falling of life
In deathly down
This 747
Model 121
Laid-en with fuel
The horror's begun
Argentinian, Belgium
Bolivia too
Canada, France
Sat beside you
Germany, Hungary
India as well
Hey, Herr
The flights going well
Ireland, Israel
Italy flew
To go to the States
All feeling brand new
Jamaica, Japan
Philippines seated
Family toil
Families depleted
South Africa, Spain
Sweden in flight
JFK
Will not be tonight
Switzerland, Trinidad and Tobago
The United Kingdom, United States
All of the above
On this December date
We also remember
Eleven on the ground
Who obliterated to nothing
Not hearing a sound
The town of Lockerbie
Will never be the same
Yet one of the gang goes free
Because the poor guys in pain
Where's the compassion
Of the 270 lost
Their memory now tarnished
To the Scottish Governments cost
We set him free
To his home he goes
Treated like a hero
All compassion has froze
My thoughts and my tears
Are for the truly lost ones
Who will never enjoy
The return to their hometown
In dedication to the 270 who lost their lives on December 21st 1988.
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I want to cut holes in my soul and let the light burst out.
I want to dance on the darkness of my beginning,
a moment bringing light to a universe I don't know,
yet walk with every moment.
Angels of light and dark hover beside me singing primal songs.
Songs that glide through the cave of my ears.
Songs that I recognize,
Songs that I forget the moment I hear them.
Songs that hum with every breath.
Do you hear the songs?
Will I know your light, your darkness?
Can I communicate to you beyond skin, beyond blood, beyond bone?
Is it possible to breathe together in this vacuum?
I'm afraid of no definition-- no line to describe us--
Yet my sense of completion comes from a vision of obliterated form.
Can we light our way by touch?
Under the shade of stars, will my lips find you?
Lips with no words, telling you all I am.
Lips that are greedy and eager to please.
Lips that love you.
In complete darkness, the place where I stand alone,
we are chilled by emptiness, warmed by light that doesn't shine.
Light that's a memory in black, a loving encased by shadow,
pierced by fire--small, clear and consuming.
Show me the way to you.
Show me the way to all........
A place I can feel hot wax on my skin that shouts,
"This is a sacred place."
Mausoleum and graves extremely old
They have not withstood test of endless time
Human love and tragedy long grown cold
Lay under protection of pure divine.
Weathered decades obliterated names
So many graves in decrepitude lay
Impetuous nature has claimed domain
Humanities spirit ever holds sway.
Listen carefully restless spirits sigh
Mournful whispers in ancient cedar tree
Seems they are reluctant to say goodbye
Bright future awaits they cannot foresee.
Spirits one day will arise and move on
Gentle Shephard takes charge his flock has gone.
Pixabay image by: MrsBrown
For years, the ominous signs were palpable
The deep fraternal mistrust festered and discernable
Propagated by colonial masters to divide and make Rwanda malleable
And left lingering became monstrous and uncontrollable
Snowballing in 1994 into an orgy of murderous hate
As Hutu brothers turned against their Tutsis siblings
For three cruel months respect for human life was obliterated
For three bloody months sanctity of human existence perished
As the government of the day made killing an obligation
And mobilized the population through official propaganda
To destroy all Tutsis and saboteur-Hutus
At the end of the Holocaust over one million Tutsis were sent to the great
beyond
Dreams and hopes were shattered
Loved ones massacred in the most agonizing and cruel manner
While the indifferent international community looked on unconcerned
Just like after the rain comes sunshine
The blood of the martyrs of Rwanda has irrigated and purified
The country of a thousand hills
Which has risen from the ashes of the gory tragedy
To a land flowing with peace and tranquility
To a Haven for tourists and investors
To a land of calm and forward- looking citizens
Committed to work and put their past behind
And queuing behind their charismatic Leader
They cry unceasingly and with one voice
‘’Never again shall bestiality descend in our clime’’
Passion had finally washed away my serene demeanor. As I gaze toward the vast expanse of beach at Coney Island, my heart stirs at the sight of a couple strolling leisurely along the boardwalk. I can't help but picture us together on the sun-soaked shores of Barbados, our bare feet sinking into the warm, golden sand. The only space between us is filled with a gentle, cool breeze that dances around us like a whispered secret.
There's a vitality you can rekindle at any age, and I find myself wondering if you would lean down and place a soft kiss on my forehead before your lips find mine, lingering and tender. I imagine you whispering my name, a sweet invitation before your hand brushes against my chest. Though these moments may seem inconsequential to you, to me, they are profound signals that we are ready to embrace each other fully.
I envision you discovering a beautiful seashell, its smooth surface glistening in the sunlight. You would place it next to my cheek, grinning as you playfully remark, "She sells seashells at the seashore." In response, I would tease back with a mischievous smile, “To avoid having sex with her Johns!”
Yes, I’m sure of it! Passion has finally obliterated my calm, but being there with you in that dreamy paradise would be my cherished lucky charm, an enchantment I would hold close to my heart..
Gossamer silk strings were woven into a work of art.
Dandling from a shrub and glittering with dawn impart
As dainty as a mutter, obliterated by an odd downpour.
And the artist must start at the inception of his explore.
They swing for me in the faint light till the evenfall.
Those fireflies move around in the dusk, too small.
My ingenuity is loaded with delightful charm.
As though love and flow beget all spars swarm.
Dragonflies are reckoned precisely to be apivorous.
Others wittily utter satan sustains them to gauge souls.
Dragonflies were typically the handy devil's Horse.
They persist bugs that swill a haul of active mosquitos.
Violent nature's peculiar brightness dwarfs anybody.
It's less remarkable than most people worry!
Frail creatures, plants, and minor bugs all communicate.
It's in their critical minds and unique dialects, supinate.
They befall welds for hearing from a convenient distance.
What individuals express verbally or divine omniscience,
They correctly display a loyal line of powwows with God.
They carefully review God and bow in ways we ignored.
You may warily aid animals birds and rare insects.
Sustain the valid pact with the blameless, lovely spirits.
The trees, plants, and rocks naturally involve our focus.
They are aiding earth discreetly and replacing the bogus.
Why kill a bug? What makes it equivalent to promptly kill?
Bugs, territory, and the imminent threat of danger shrill,
Others maim people by sucking blood or aggravating skin.
To spare their lives from being grabbed! can this be sin?
Written: January 16, 2022
Insects Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Angela Tune