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“You've probably figured it out by now,
I am not really a human being,
my home is three whole galaxies away,
and the form that you now are seeing
“is due to the fact that my species can
sample and replicate strange DNA,
but every few weeks I have to recharge,
I'm sorry that you saw me that way.
“This image once belonged to an old man,
I touched his corpse at a funeral home,
didn't want to copy one of the living,
so I adopted his form as my own.
“I made myself look like his young self though,
felt it would be easier to fit it,
and in this form, I feel all that men do,
I know it's enough to make your head spin...”
Jenna just gasped, her mind still was reeling,
Calvin said,”Come on babe, please talk to me.”
Jenna shook her head,”How...what? No...how...why?
What you're saying...it just cannot be!”
Calvin nodded sadly,”Yes dear, it is,
but if you give me a chance to explain,
I think you'll see we're not so different,
that what drives me is a common refrain.
“You see though my people can change their shape,
most of them feel a strong need to conform,
it's even written into their own genes,
go-along-to-get-along, it's the norm.
“But I'm a genetic aberration,
excessive individual traits,
one-in-a-thousand, they lock us away,
put us down as a dangerous mistake.
“I knew once they figured what I really was
they would all be coming for my head,
rather than wait to be jailed or cut down
I stole myself a spaceship and I fled.
“I wandered the stars for three hundred years,
where I could live freely, anywhere,
but there's little life in the universe,
and intelligence is incredibly rare.
“I search to other whole galaxies,
found sentient life on time within each,
both were as tyrannical as my home,
fear no safe-haven would I ever reach.
“And when I came here to the Milky Way,
I admit I was running out of hope,
this galaxy hes less life than others,
despite the vastness of size and of scope.
“But then in a backwater spiral arm
I stumbled upon radio transmissions,
traced them back to their source, this planet,
and found a world that was truly a vision.
“I'd never seen so much life on one world,
and a species just entering space...
I landed in the ocean near Long Island,
I just had to go explore the place...
CONTINUES IN PART III.
I am a mural
of seasons patched in nectar
slowly—bit by bit I falter
Tinkling tinkle—
bicycle bell
bashes my pieces back to
where they belong; Where
they were sort of a whole. At least
I remember them making the decision
that we hate tomatoes
as a collective.
And they ride
on one bike, towards
nowhere specific—
—tinkling, tinkling
Now the shred of rainbows despise
the fragments that watch yellow leaves die;
Flakes of white scoff in frost
when they hear laughter from chips of sun
—No one is right yet
nothing can be wrong
Binded with
what I had, I am—or I was—
no, I am
a Cubist mosaic
I'll write only of my biggest fault,
over it, I daily agonize.
My heart and soul are under assault
I need to conceptualize.
I can't seem to conquer my dislike
of ignorance, I can plainly see,
As I introspect, there's disquiet
blaming is not where I want to be.
Realizing many cannot afford
a college degree, even a class,
And many with a degree ignored
truth, giving conspiracy a pass.
So, each of us could open a book...
on one hand, I love the concept
of thriving, thinking, but sure to look
where we're going before we have leapt.
Disliking a mind willing to be
told what to think, to believe, to speak
I'm discarding all their qualities
closing my mind, refusing to seek.
A closed mind, a form of ignorance
so I've come full circle with my despair.
I've fallen prey to my dissonance.
A conundrum that needed some air.
April 30, 2023
for “Character Traits” poetry contest
by Angela Tune
MY FAVOURITE TEACHER
My favourite teacher is life itself
Experiences help me understand
What worked, and what did not
Which only afterwards did I spot
Learning that will extend a hand
That can grow, almost by stealth
Such a teacher is always faceless
The years accumulate as degrees
Respect for knowledge obtained
Nothing learned, nothing gained
Wasted time shooting the breeze
Ignorance ends up being tasteless
Can I say life is still my favourite
As a teacher with no personality
One on one tuition is full grown
It has a curriculum all of its own
Yet each year has its seasonality
With harvest done, just savour it
It's Halloween, the stars excite
Cheery kids dressed as gargoyles black
Or a Luke, mystic Jedi Knight
With a sword to lash any Vader,
On one eve of trick and delight!
Pumpkins float through doors in gold sheen
As we tap our sticks on the fence
While I lead them as Moonlight Queen;
To beg neighbors for a rich loot,
And play with their candy machine.
On this beguiled October road
Our wand, a Disney fantasy
Of pretzels, trimmings,well bestowed
Through sweet wiggles from house to house;
Get-ups torn...forget the dress code!
Kelly Deschler's Happy Halloween
new poem---
10/24/2015
What is wrong with the world today
So many people have lost their way
Led in all the wrong directions
While losing the one on one connection
With emotions from real human beings
Only responding with the days trending memes
Obsessing over their likes and views
Censorship rights that are being abused
The media’s fueling the chaos and lies
Riots on the streets when a criminal dies
Disease spreading worldwide like the plague
The only thing being said about it is vague
The world is more divided than ever before
Conflicting countries on the verge of war
Voter fraud elections current president
Still don’t know exactly what he meant
People don’t know if they are girls or boys
Blindly going along with all the democratic ploys
To fund other countries and to try and make us weak
The next few years in our country seems bleak
Gas prices rising, along with the unemployment rate
There’s no need to work when you're living off the state
Free money for rent and good food on your plate
Only have till the 1st of the month to wait.
Slowly coming out of the COVID quarantine
It seems so unreal, it feels just like a dream
People wearing masks over their mouths and noses
Small businesses failing so that their door closes
Unable to support their families
Because we all know money don’t grow on trees
No support for the military, but all for refugees
Someone make this world stop spinning please
Queens in school reading to your child’s class
My kid don’t need to know what goes in your ass
Gay pride parades going down the street
Trampling the values that lay dead at their feet
Americas days are now filled with chaos
We all know that Biden is not really the boss
Somebody else is pulling all the strings
Who really knows what our future brings
People are calling to defund the police
But doing so will never bring us peace
Life is crazy now, it don’t make no damn sense
America was better with Trump as president
7/22/2021
My husband challenged me to write a rap, so I did. this is just my opinion, everyone has that right, no offense intended.
Young Lena wandering under a covered sky~
Alone I'm walking not far from my destroyed home.
It's nearly Christmas where I live, but Santa Claus won't be here this year.
It doesn' t matter too much,
because I don't have a chimney or a holly tree to leave the presents.
I'm strolling with my friend,
a bullfinch that joined me
scared and injured.
I named him "Rocky" because he is strong.
Now he can fly and go,
I wish I was him and I could fly too.
But Rocky doesn't want to leave me, he stays on my arm.
On one hand, I'm sad for him,
but on the other hand I'm happy to have him with me.
Am I selfish?, maybe yes.
Tonight we found a refuge
to stay in. We both have mixed feelings, we both are scratching, we both wonder if God forgot about us.
We only have a pretzel to share for eating and making it last as much as we can.
We try to sleep with the noise,
I did it for a while, my dear friend is huddle to me.
When I opened my eyes, a soldier was in front of us,
he smiled to me, I didn't know what was happening, he just hug me and took us from the refuge.
He talked to me quietly and explained where I was going to go.
Really?- I was jumping allover with my "Rocky".
My dear Rocky, we both go to another country. I have feelings encountered, but It's the hopeful door to take.
That soldier is taking us to the airport, he brought lots of pretzles for us to eat and many other gifts we didn't expected.
My dear "Rocky" will we have wings enough to be happy?
You say yes and so do I,
We have an open door to go out from the worst, we will fly for freedom.
O glorious dear sun, sovereign of the day, in the sky above
you’re one whose radiance resembles a little of God’s love;
by nurturing all creatures in the world with your unique rays
and setting such a high standard that homage everyone pays.
The Earth and all known planets habitually revolve around thee
as children do their parents whose offspring they happen to be.
Your emissary in the night sky, the moon, a bright reflection is
serving us as a reminder of thy glory while displaying all of his.
You shine on one and all and no discrimination ever make
regardless of who they are and what they do for their sake.
It is no wonder then that people have worshiped you as a deity in the past
and even now continue to do so in ways associated with the weather forecast.
When your light is obstructed by clouds all seems to be somber and gray
but when the sky is clear your majestic presence illumines the whole day.
The whole world in fact dances to thy rhythmic score which has been set
and plays itself out daily as the dawn and dusk through a yearly quartet.
You have such a strong influence on all life as we know it here
that whether we like it or not you’re a symbol of hope and cheer.
Though it has also been noted that you sometimes have an extreme side
but this depends on the whims of nature to which all things must abide.
All in all to the naked eye you alone reign supreme in the sky’s vast firmament
but to those who see further you’re one of countless others which you represent.
The stars in the night sky are your brothers and sisters no matter how distant they be
some being greater and brighter, but made of the same basic stuff, in the cosmic sea.
There are so many secrets hidden in your bosom which are yet to be revealed
that if and when the time comes much is to be known about life still concealed.
In fact the power and energy that flows to us from you I daresay has a divine source
because you yourself are a center and beacon of a universal benign and creative force.
And just as you really give so much and seem to ask for nothing in return
I humbly offer this ode to you in praise which by your inspiration did learn.
And although most intelligent creatures hold you in such high esteem
please also acknowledge our debt to you for allowing us to daydream.
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Writing and writing…keep writing on
Little pieces, little puzzles, forgotten memories...
The other day, I was thinking of you, not in a rigid way
I think of many … many random things , I do not know why.
Life seems like a huge journey on one of those training track, non-ending
Leads to learning lessons: not to whisper, shout or talk too loud, not at all.
I am never able to focus on a speaker, on a particular speech,
As it is not happening
I see his background wall color, his windowpanes, and his fingers,
Moving on with his words.
I wish this path will lead to a forest
With a chance to part from each other, for us, for good,
And, I wish somehow this poem would reach you like a whisper,
With all unspoken words of hope.
IN THE NEVER OF HER MIND
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her face hangs on two hallways of her mind
one overlooking the essentials and joy of life
and those half-blind fingers ask her what she sees
is it that ghost of past hurts or the disgusting future?
with burnt skin and bone peaking out to stew the world
catching the crimson slipping through sagging arms
and onward through the never of her mind.
the other face ‘s corners bestow butterfly kisses
so semi -sweet in flowering seeds among baby roses
but, why do tears pour when she finds lightness in giving?
is there meaning in the tangy taste on her sunlit showers ?
and onward through the never of her mind.
in the agonizing sightlessness of the dark she crawls
regaining consciousness to balance the scales of two faces,
at fault is the one charged of guilt and a million fears…
but, that makes two of them until one face tramples the other.
plucking her four eyes and grasping them firmly on one palm
she stitches the exfoliated skin and dumps the aged bones …
kissing life more clearly with new irises in the whitening hole
and onward through the always of her mind,
not knowing if she is thrusting forth, as baby roses lead the way.
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Contest : DOPPLEGANGERS of Matt Calliri
By: nette onclaud