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The Red Square dared to inoculate us,
We shuttled a few space away,
It shot red blooms into the great beyond,
A hoverance there we would stay,
Observe we did this great awe that claims all,
To be just as red nebulae,
A gathering of equal shared behold,
A sun you were but now deny,
A better demand to be what you are,
Central squares of red and yellow,
Surrounded by an army of red specs,
We believe it's The Red Square's glow,
A great oddity in this dark expanse,
Made all red by this nebula,
We were placed in a trance in our advent,
There was none here irregular.
Date: 06/13/2019
Pain paints poetry
Love gives us the victory
The heart breaks through misery
While words are cemented in history
Shadows of comfort will sprinkle your face
Blades of power will hold your mouth
Words of silence can’t escape
The thunderous ploy of your heart
Pain paints poetry
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion illuminates the darkness
The singleness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Pain paints poetry
You will feed off every abnormality and
Reveal the centrality of all hidden thoughts!
Then after a while you will smile again
Knowing your heart bled because
It was a comfort worth exploring
It was an oddity worth refining and above all
It was a love worth mentioning
Pain paints poetry
Hearts that bleed are hearts that feed off the weight of love
The sudden shift of emotion clarifies the darkness
The oneness of a passion electrifies the soul
But the cold shift of isolation keeps the mission purpose driven!
Pain paints poetry
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Quest the shove your fate, my mate.
With the advice of the dough of joy sate,
To coincidentally run into one's soulmate.
In the way of other options, we baste.
Though worries were springing up thus briskly,
Settle on the result to uphold the rules swiftly.
Equally, dismiss woe's ragged remnants slickly.
Hunting by dint of endless strides befittingly,
Unrepairable harm might initiate uneasiness.
Shouldn't we venerate oddity and cleverness?
On the overall sum of scars stockpiled across,
Reliance is reckoned by integrity uprightness.
Defying scarcity's mayhem with disdain.
It doesn't reckon what term may sustain.
Unremorseful acknowledgment of a reign.
Each hurdle was cruelly drawn with pain.
Even if gentle, one should build expertise.
People-pleasing in the face of harsh peruse,
May use risk to gain fortune and to get wise.
Outperforming one's inner welfare also increases.
Yet, read stories' old age lots on the oozy listing.
Those that kiss beasts hazard flotsam beguiling.
While hunting for skill's idea, that follows on daring
Divine treasures that hazard using lugs embracing.
Written: February 04, 2022
Hope Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Changing Time a Funny Thing
By Franklin Price
3/7/2018
Changing time a funny thing
A lot to think about
Easily an oddity
We need to figure out
In Spring an hour forward
In the middle of the night
When two A.M. turns into three
The timing could be right
Whatever we have started
As the clock's at one five nine
Will easily end after three
For bragging rights is fine
In Fall when time is turning back
And two returns to one
Depending, what was started,
Could end before begun
I see the wheels are turning
As you finished up this rhyme
In Spring or Fall your scheduling
Makes the best of daylight time
There's a stuffed animal
that sits in the kid's
corner of the coffee shop
closest to my house.
It seems like a dog,
but it's wrapped head
to tail in what appear
to be bandages.
A mummified canine.
I used to think
this oddity was a bizarre
choice for a kid's toy,
but I think I understand it
now.
Behind the screen
of a body cast, he's
a chocolate lab,
or a rusty dachshund,
a rabbit-chasing greyhound,
or your childhood dog Annie.
Its tangential existence
dependent on the brain
that picks him up.
For me, he's actually
a cat, gone undercover
and every time I pass him,
I whisper "Godspeed, brother,
your secret is safe with me."
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We’ll build a wooden structure
With planks torn from our ships
And place it by their gates
Then we wait for the eclipse
Now I know you all have questions
About how I know these things
But I’ve studied all religions
Foreign Nations, Queens and Kings
Some kingdoms honor Bears
Some worship cats and eagles
Some lions, tigers, bears, “Oh My”
Foxes, wolfs and beagles
Now, these Trojans have one fondness
It stands upon four feet
It feeds upon the grassy plains
And they ride it down their streets
We will build it long and sleek
With a tail tacked to its end
And ears, upon its oblong head
But, with one thing more to send
There, concealed inside its belly
Are those who lie in wait
For the beast to be drawn inside
The Trojan’s massive gates
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So until the sun starts rising
You men must now embark
And assemble the device
While working in the dark
The others on the beach
A distraction will devise
To keep your labor secret
From those Trojan’s prying eyes
Now off with you, behind that mound
I have a party to attend
It’s not often I can have some fun
At the same time to offend
( Troy 1184 BC, The Beach Party )
The Flames of passion darted up
Into the evening air
It made the glittering of sand
Seamed like stars were everywhere
The drums had reached a beat
That made the young men, have to dance
And I’m sure it made The Trojans
Lose control and wet their pants
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While young men danced on burning sands
Displaying sex appeal
The Greeks would pause and strike a pose
And flex their buns of steel
The Trojans on the wall
Filled with heighten passion soon
Turned their backs and dropped the drawers
Displaying many moons
It seemed as if, we played all night
Now its time to take our chances
Bring forth the horse, and by due course
We all took second glances
The carpenters that worked all night
Had never seen the beast
It was a horrible interpretation
That is to say the least
I should have choose an artist
Much more suited for the task
For instead of building a mighty horse
There stood a giant ass.
No time to make corrections for
The dawn was growing near
We must move without detection
And crawl in through its rear
To be continued...................
I thought to write about my High School Social Studies
book report. An uncomplicated short story about the
lives of two characters who like to take life the short and
easy way. I decided to write it as a narrative, showcasing
the simple characters as carefree drifters. Near the end,
the lives that they made easy, sadly turned complicated.
It's about George Milton and Lennie Small. The roaming
workers shared their dreams of being eventual farm
owners during the Depression Period. George was the
smaller and a bit learned of the two. Lennie was taller
and that made him oafish because of his limited wit.
Auburn, California, started their course across the state’s
harsh landscape from one ranch job to another. They
closed in on a job just outside the town of Soledad.
Stopping for a swim off the Salinas River, Lennie
gathered up delicate flowers. He is overwhelmed with
anything soft, fragile, and pretty. In his zealous nature,
he hugged it lovingly but much too tightly as they quickly
withered and died. George noted that oddity before, but
he thought it as being trifle to be of no concern. As they
prepared themselves before they arrived at the ranch, to
a slight degree, the witty George would be a money-saver
type, and Lennie's character with his notable oddity, is
simple-minded. Yet on their first day, Lennie strangled
Candy accidentally. She was the owner's son's pretty
wife. The rhetoric grew unstable for Lennie wherein
laid the guilt. George was forced to face some sort of
retribution with farmhands yakety-yak of a lynch mob
that would lead to a hanging. Left with that sad chapter,
George grabbed ahold of Lennie. At a secluded part
where no noise would be heard. George quickly closed
that chapter when he took out a pistol he found at the
farm and he shot Lennie as George fathomed money
to be his closing grace.
Love to do the shopping I do
quite an oddity in a man
food shopping especially I love
as I am it's number one fan
Also like looking at stationary
paper, pencils but particularly a pen
have a whole load in my collection
all acquired for my little den
A bargain is something I love
whatever that sale may be
always good to get it cheap
makes eye sparkle eye to see
What has created this fad?
used to do shopping for my mum
when she left this earth below
did same for dad to fill his tum
So the shop bug's never left
really enjoy it at any time
go away anywhere always buy
able to get a goodie for a dime!
I was born in the odds,
I lived through it,
dotted the lines on my path
I was born among hyenas,
these scrambling to stiffen the last breath,
Amidst hurts and hate first from home,
A lot cast in mirage and fantasies,
Hope too soon cut short,
Survival, a struggle,
Unexplainable Fratricidal warfare,
The closer in blood, the more bloodier,
A race without consent
A badge of calumny,
Shot on the heels like Achilles,
Bore cruelty from innocence to adulthood,
Unending miasma, the debacles of a short existence,
Abandoned, secluded,
for reaction occasioned by their own bile,
Childhood stolen,
set on a slippery path as they watch a peradventure slide to my ill.
From ambuscade, they drew their swords,
Their arrows bathed in blood unabated,
Aiming at my marrows,
I groan and mourn in the dark,
Enemies as friends monitoring,
Friends as enemies watching.
This path not by Choice.
I lived through it,
A thousand bands of beasts assaulting,
Into this war, enlisted.
I was born there, buoyed by troubadour,
Somewhere in Africa,
My right are taken away from me,
Where laws are drafted by criminals,
Where the police pay themselves on the streets,
Where certificate are mere papers with payments,
I was born there ,
Where criminals are protected and sanity deemed madness,
Somewhere in West Africa
where compassion is extinct
The survival of the fittest,
Street boys kills to survive,
Scholars abandon politics to simpleton,
Where the brightest are critics and cadres prevents the ambitious
I live there,
Where certificate is a document to escape,
Lawyers now charge and bail for survival,
Doctors protesting like urchins
Poets selling cosmetics,
bankers riding "Okada",
Amongst drug peddlers,
Amongst cultist,
Where clergymen induce the gullible,
In this cage we call country.
I was born there.
The sorrow of losing you will never fade.
The intensity of your love deserves applauds.
Forever on our hearts it is engraved.
More than twenty years later in the middle of night,
With her luggage, she stepped out of the house.
Dewy wet eyes, knew that she would never return.
Yes, she was right confirmed the turmoil of her emotions.
All this while she needed to be freed,
There was rerun only of negative deeds.
She had finally snatched her sovereignty.
She was just too tired of his oddity.
He woke up to see no one around.
Bereft of hope yet her presence surround.
Unrequited emotions of the lovelorn.
Still craving for her immediate return.
He begged on his knees,
Howling in pain, he sought help of his peers.
Loneliness was an unbearable screech.
No one could hear his beseech.
He told every one, “ I will die if she doesn’t return.”
He told her so but she was adamant and firm.
His body had no way but the soul could not stay away.
He lay dead, his soul glided to unite.
There around her, for two days his soul lived its last life.
So very happy, to be with his beautiful wife.
Quietly watching joyous sparkles in her eyes.
He loved even this way to be by her side.
The sillage of his love failed to ignite.
Wailing helplessness knew now there is no respite.
Dismayed in pain, every day his soul too dies.
He is no more but his love will always survive.