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It's cold over here
Where hearts pump icicles,
Decelerated from normal time wrinkles.
I sit here
Trying to unthaw my mind.
In order to wonder if I exist in time
I never succeed.
I am suspended.
A pig flew over,
And the fat lady sang.
I managed to press "Unpause"
On this game.
The superball sprang
An animated bounce
An energetic ocean
From a simply lifeless ounce.
But time must continue.
The speed must decrease.
And all the lil' sparks here have ceased.
The sloths here get tickets
And man are they slow.
I'd gladly leave
If I had somewhere to go.
When all else has ended,
I remain,
Suspended.
Form:
giving breaks selfishness, in turn healing the heart,
trusting in God's provision from the start,
bumps of heartache and loss are tests along the way,
are you willing to keep going, giving your heart away,
every ounce of love given is HIS love in return,
the reward is having HIS love, and not of this earth,
when no proof for your eyes here to physically see doesn't mean that love isn't moving,
this is where faith and trust come into play,,in these moments along life's journey,
there are periods of time when we cannot see, but then we remember WHO defines time,
created by God, trusting he knows what's best, the clock was never mine,
surrender surrounds the heart with peace, for HIS love and glory we give it away,
and we will step aside the fear of this world, and still give our heart to HIS way.
One stone… but please not one ounce more!
Just three cheese straws… or was it four
Nut-crackers made for breaking in
To hardened shells with nuts within
Candies there to tempt my eye
Selected as I wander by
Soft mint creams with chocolate skin
And one more glass of gin
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
Two stone… but please not one ounce more,
Those pigs in blankets, I adore
Turkey; roast with stuffing in
Sparkling wine instead of gin
Gammon with an orange glaze
Honeyed parsnips hold my gaze
Cocktail sausage on a stick
And gravy rich and thick
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
Three stone… But now it’s nearer four,
Dad, your pants don’t fit no more
Wife says, “Slice of cake for you?”
I say, “No,” but then I do
Mince pies, cake, profiteroles
Christmas pudding, sausage rolls
Custard, jelly, squirty cream
Tried the scales… but hear me scream!
…
…
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
One stone, two stone, three stone…… and FOUR!
My tum’s a shadow on the floor
I was male but now not sure
For I can’t see the proof no more
But sausage rolls that went uneaten
Were never gonna see me beaten
So, it’s diet meals drunk through a straw
Like every Christmas gone before
Oh contraire… my Frigidaire
Is full of sherry trifle
I took a little peek in there
A truly festive eyeful
I’m fit to burst but I don’t care
For Christmas MUST HAVE trifle
I’ve got a bowl, I’ve got a spare
I’VE GOTTA HAVE THAT TRIFLE!
What we call a stone, is, in fact, fourteen pounds
But this British measure so often confounds
About the same weight as two newborns in prams
It’s also called Six point three five kilograms
He left her to her own devices, alone and penniless, without an ounce of confidence. She was a broken woman, little more than a child, yet she was about to give birth. She had never felt more abandoned while tomorrow reserved a challenge she would need to meet head on.
she felt a new sway
looking up at the moon
a transformation
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on June 30, 2018 for contest ABANDON 2 sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 1ST
Has anybody seen will power?
He does not come around much anymore,
I don't know how long we can hold out,
Without a dose of his fortitude,
An ounce of the courage he once thought us worthy of,
Or the strength he gave us to keep our hearts open to love,
And our minds closed to hate.
Has anybody seen Will Power
His famous pep talks have given new life to many
Backbones no longer lacking in Iron,
And cleared the fog from many minds,
So they could clean drugs and alcohol out of their systems,
Freshen their breath and remove yellow stains from their teeth,
And resist those who are offering shortcuts to the pearly gates.
Has anybody seen Will Power,
We need to find him before it is too late,
The clock is ticking,
For some it is already too late,
Even for Will to help.
Has anybody seen Will Power,
If you should stumble across him,
Tell him of our plight,
And that some of us are still holding out,
In the hope he will not forsake us,
In our hour of need,
That some of us have stayed true to him,
And will never bend to another Will.
Ascending from the depths
Of my personal sea of sorrow,
I feel the pressure in my body easing
As I get nearer to the surface,
The abyss no longer a blinding darkness
My lungs struggle to hold in the screams
That will surely deplete the last breath of life
Left within my ravaged body
How close I came to succumbing to the wet blackness
How easy to just slip into the depths
And let the weight of my regrets
Carry me straight to the bottom
Ready to trade my last breath
For a cold refreshing drink of death
I somehow retained enough sanity
“Or maybe it was the just instinct”
To use my last ounce of energy and will
To push off of the murky bottom
And try to return to the surface
Where hopefully life will be waiting
As I slowly raise towards salvation
I fight to stay calm as my heart pounds
And my mind races
Fighting the urge to flail frantically
Towards the surface
Where I can feel the sun
As it dries my waterlogged soul
Where I can exhale the stale and dead air within me
And inhale the sweet freshness
Of a new life
Form:
The world spins, confusion in the fog
That refuses to lift, day and night
Not a clear answer can be seen
An obstacle course to get through
One thing at a time, seeking to find
A string of hope here and there
- A touch of breeze -
- A ray of sunlight -
- A pretty flower -
Holding onto any reminder of simplicity
To comfort the restless, lost, soul
Love is at a distance, unreachable
As the walls get higher and higher
Fear clutching every ounce of being
- Trapped by doubt -
Loneliness then paralyzes the soul,
Where spinning stops, in the empty abyss
Heidi Sands
7/18/18
Knee high to a grasshopper
That was yesterday
I try to slow or stop her
But she refuses to stay
My baby she'll be
Until I am no more
She'll hold my memory
As I knock on Heaven's door
I often forget to remember
My task is planting a seed
The end of my fire, she is my ember
I'm hesitant due to greed
I want her to stay tiny
Legs around my hip
Adoration blinds me
I've become a sinking ship
Fighting the resistance
The cha cha is our dance
Moonwalking for instance
Rather than taking chance
She starves for sunshine
And plentiful water supply
My seed is to become a vine
Quickly spreading, crawling high
I die a little every day
As she needs me less and less
She's finding her own way
It hurts, I must confess
But heavy enough, my love
To suck in my bottom lip
She'll fall from my glove
So will begin her trip
I promise not to pry
Or enable her from seeing
With every ounce of strength, I'll try
To keep her heart believing
I'll tell her the good word
Assure her of her voice
Praying that she heard
When it's time to make her choice
A guardian angel, behind the side lines
Freedom, but not neglect
Mother bear won't intertwine
But see that the world gives her respect
Wherever I am
I won't be too far
If she's in a jam
I'll be hanging on a star
In mid July
I'll be the sun rays on her face
I'll give her wings, to fly
Teach her class and grace
In shadows I will live
And for her, I will pray
My last breath, I will give
I'll never, ever go away
One night I walked with my girl upon a trail.
Some night in Autumn we dared.
Spirit of Halloween with us.
We caught glimpses of spirits so weak and so frail.
Right and wrong battle for control.
Small cabins with light show human life.
Thorn plants grab and cut like a knife.
The trees whisper; they do not want us here.
Animals scurry. Their eyes say it all.
Humans traverse not in these woods.
Rustling leaves and a cool breeze guide.
The heavenly bodies stand watch this Fall.
Firmly respect this haunted oasis.
Each year it will bless us the same.
And it asks for no ounce of fame.
All of Autumn meets here in different ways.
Our heads hurt, we longed for a pillow.
Laid we down to sleep in Fall's bliss.
We decided to spend the night.
So we took shelter under a willow.
Memories dwell
within low spirits over-
whelmed by suppressed
feelings and unspoken
thoughts that accumulate
into a small ounce
poison juice.
My father craved it,
My mother hates it,
My older brother became
lost in it.
I for one nor hate, craved, or felt lost,
I followed the smell and it lured
me with its delicate scent
and harmless manner.
a sip of its warm
flavor coated
my drained throat,
the taste is somewhat
bittersweet, but
its flames bursts
as it hits
my stomach,
its fragrance strengthens
its resolve causing
my head to spin
in illusive traction,
my body burns
to a hundred degrees,
the intensity latches
onto my lungs
like a bloodsucking
parasite rejuvenating
what's left.
While gasping for air,
I lose consciousness,
blurred vision,
echoes strum
against the walls,
I fall barely holding on,
while whispers travel
along my ears,
as its voice ascends
slowly,
I catch a glimpse
at the shot glass filled
with barrenness,
a once detailed portrait
is now the remains
of a youthful shadow.