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He assembled in darkness the corroded horn
by familiarity and sense of touch.
Then cast as thunder into the empty night
long tones void of musical melody.
Sustained tones, fierce and woeful
in succession paraded the street.
Each note precisely chosen, unfurled
and carried aloft in chilly air.
The flickering street lamp understood
as long shadows on a cobbled walk
slow danced in the warming glow.
But the music was not for them tonight.
The musician’s voice transformed
and angry staccato flares broke.
Chop, chop and chop on the mighty tree!
He watched it fall dead against unfeeling brick.
Snapping of limbs and morality
but the tree was just a thug anyway.
Indignant “Quiet downs!”
rained from high-rise windows
mingling in the blood of the fallen;
and tears…so few tears.
Still, the music wasn’t for them tonight.
Yet they could not escape the song,
that guileless voice in the darkness,
which once again transformed.
Weeping heaves bellowed through aged-brass
amplifying every tremble of the lip.
Pitiful notes, harsh on either end
and broken by uneven vibrato,
yet piercing in their rawness,
turned away the wrathful storm.
Tremulous begging it seemed,
accompanied a hopeful plea for dawn,
which lulled to sleep the very stars above.
The moon halted to listen as well,
before tucking itself in, cathartic,
as the pitiful busker concluded his song
of remorse for un-lived dreams
and unspoken things
The music wasn't for them tonight.
10/18/15
There it goes again,
disturbing the calm and quiet of my mind
from its peaceful setting.
The shrieking begins; my poisonous parrot
shrills loud that piercing song of my doubt.
My decisions come hard...
always a tug of war, between negative
and positive thinking.
My weak inner self and that mocking parrot
each takes one of my hands and pulls.
I summon my support...
a quiet corner, meditation, and prayer.
The squawking is silenced.
That negative beast is plucked from my hand,
as my strong self leads me to peace again.
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: Desire and Aversion
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Judged: 10/11/2022
~1st Place~
Contest:
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2019
~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: Plucking the Poisonous Parrot
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Judged: 01/27/2019
I had a dream, it was risqué
Read on if you dare
I was at a masquerade ball
And all there were bare.
Except for wearing masks of course
No one cared at all
Just got on with naked dancing
Bouncing round the hall.
The funny part was when they parked
Backsides on a pew
When they came to stand up again
The seats stood up too.
There was lots of piercing screaming
As seats were parted
And some very red rosy cheeks
On vision as folk partied.
At midnight came the final dance
The dream came to its close
I switched on the light, got such a fright
The floor was strewn with clothes.
Parading through tangled vines, dense brush
Green fatigues twining with emerald canopy so lush
A humid vapor drifts overhead; perspiration founts gush
Under foot decaying leaves and rotting vegetation mush
The eerie stillness on all sides made my adrenaline rush
We meandered through the jaded obstacle course
Search and destroy our tour de force
Stalking amorphous foe who cunningly uses every available
resource
Walking through the valley of death with little recourse
Seeking the beauty of nature from the artifice of war to divorce
Rustling leaves ahead put unit on full alert
Silhouettes flutter, then through the plush seams squirt
Enemy artillery moving into place and soldiers around our flanks
skirt
Without warning, enfilading fire from both sides did spurt
After momentary pause, I hit the dirt
Lieutenant screamed for the mortar unit
Crawling down an embankment; I dove into a pit
Head up, I fired at every moving figure in my orbit
I heard 'fire in the hole'; the rampart became a fiery spit
Springing from the fiery inferno, I felt a piercing pain; I had been hit
A surgeon was called to my side
Blood flowed from head gash so deep, wide
After a shot of morphine, a bandana was around my head tied
On a stretcher quickly thrown, and through the mayhem we plied
Smoke and fire all around; tossed to and fro on the bumpy ride
Into the clearing, we cautiously strode
Snipers greeted us with volley after volley; our pace slowed
The pick-up point posse, now in view, were in full alert mode
Earth-shattering fire from the helicopter team did the woods
explode
Serpentining to the helicopter, the rescue team with a daring lunge my stretcher did load
Vietnam: World of War contest
Stephen Parker
Lines of beauty and layers of devotion.
Their very fast queries have come to demotion.
Words that cannot be limited in any way.
The evil has taken hold of my display.
While others were piercing, some were kind.
Most of them sounded like music to my mind.
Both fair and unfair concepts could be found.
However, the motion is now silent ground.
The primary goal of life is not only to survive.
But by doing so with enthusiasm and thrive.
Worry does not rid the future of its sadness.
Today is tiring, so look around for gladness.
The wealth of life is heightened by gratitude.
God's price is reflected in a thankful attitude.
Written: July 12, 2022
Every night a well-dressed puppet keeps score.
Of the deaths and casualties of the freshest war.
Some nights the tally is low like a soccer match
Tonight, it's triple digits for the tin soldier man.
On the scorecard are soldiers, civilians and children.
Never the makers of munitions, or wealthy politicians.
What of the wild beasts and dear family pets
Lying twisted and bloodied in virgin bomb pits.
Forgotten in the backwaters of useless battles.
For them a last meal of shrapnel and ear-piercing rattle.
Their names never honored on the marquee.
But they should be-they all should be.
A dark figure abruptly appears at midnight, Its rumbling growl frightens the youngsters, Blue eyes threaten those who have seen their bright light, Lightning reflects the piercing teeth of its hunter, Its sharp claws catch its prey and cruelly bite it, Like a vampire bat ,it has minute protruding ears, It has a pair of glowing eyes to hunt in the night, What noiseless ,digitigrade legs it bears, It stuns the prey with its sudden, hidden attack, And it comes,kills and vanishes in a flash of lightning, Pet lovers cannot stomach this horrible sight, What a terrible creature is biting, It is a secret living life on the dark side, Is black cat a bad omen for us?
Once attacked by persecution-puncture
My soul did wallow in misery’s pain
Beseeching for mercy’s rescue gesture
Only God could grant along His grace-gain.
So hurt with discontentment’s grievous stab
Piercing my heart, sorrowing midst crises
The Saviour reached out to me in love’s jab
Showing me His rich supply that blesses.
At times in pain by bitterness’ sharp stake
My spirit would succumb to hatred fall
The Lord be thanked for His revival wake
Quickening me to yield to His love-call.
When broken inescapable woe
Seemingly helpless in despair’s distress
My mind, subdued by skepticism foe
Found succor in Christ, the shielding fortress.
From being impaled, I rise… triumphant
As my faith clings well to the Almighty
He enables me to be jubilant
In serving Him with praise-sincerity*.
*Joshua 24:14 Now therefore fear the LORD, and serve him in sincerity and in truth…
July 24, 2019
3rd place, "NA the day away" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 9/7/2019.
Inside me, a tempest rages -
flowers bursting through cracked ribs,
their thorns piercing deeper with every silent scream.
I choke on words unsaid,
swallowing the poison of quiet love,
letting petals tear through my lungs
until breath becomes a battleground.
you are the sun i cant reach -
bright and distant,
while i bleed this garden of pain,
thorns digging in like broken promises.
each cough drags blood and heartbreak,
a cruel harvest of longing and loss.
and i am suffocating beneath
the weight of flowers i can never give away.
im drowning in this silent scream,
a garden grown from sorrow,
where hope withers,
and love kills.
I knew I was the sole searcher.
Like a rose dying in the desert.
And all the loneliness she felt.
The piercing pains, oh how they hurt.
I can't turn the clock back, can I?
Wish to be where we were before.
Euphoric bliss of love we built,
Until I lost my head once more.
It was not long ere I discerned,
What a fool I really was
Yet what excuse could I invent?
She knew quite well I was the cause.
She roamed the crowded streets alone
Refusing all the calls I made
Preferred to die in loneliness,
Perhaps it was right that I paid.
I had no real intention
Of letting her go without me,
I climbed the stairs and waited.
An hour meant nothing to me.
She appeared, forlorn, teary-eyed.
Surprised she stood tall and defiant.
On my knees, I begged a pardon.
I loved her, she had to agree.