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My body tenses.
The soft padding of footy pajamas
approach
tiny fingers grip my eyelid
lift it....
Bright eyes gaze into
the freshly opened eye.
A voice shouts....DA!!!
The other eye opens.
Yes I'm in here.
......And he knows it.
His PJ's had that
"potato in a pocket" hang.
I close my eyes...
reopen them...
he's still there...
he shouts again....DA!
Milk dribbles from his chin
as he struggles
to master the spoon
Cheerios dot his forehead
as he throttles a banana.
The "eye" sips coffee
tries not to laugh.
The dog laps up
his portion of sharing.
It was a good morning.. until
he pried my eye open
then....it became
.......A GREAT MORNING
John G. Lawless
2/15/2021
Summoning power, courage
To wage against torrents
Those unsympathetic to my cause
My faith
At times shaky and rhetorical
Bleeds through the cracks of despair
The porous granite of frustration
Breathing, injecting life
Where only desolation savors
Permanence and ownership
Stronger men
Have been whittled to rare pulp
Weaker men
Have given up at the earliest signs
Of misty dawns
I must be either
Blindly unrealistic
Pried from sanity's bosom
Or severely convinced
Of my abilities, zeal and destiny
That reason only knows one course
Through the poisonous thorns
Fecal malfeasance
Explosive diversity
And culpable agony
Arriving at
Surviving for
My own brand of glory.
(5/13/09)
Against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful
geometric awesome shifting shapes
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo
where multifaceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely
with proportionate arcs astounding
blind faith on microscopic scale
analogous to cosmic big bang spellbinding
mankind from time immemorial
when her/his gaze turned heavenward
peering into azure vault –
one macrocosmic hint
per origin from when on-looking
proto-humans ruminated inscrutably
enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe
evolution in shroud of secret
continually mystifying one generation
after another until...
twenty first century astrophysicists
begin to unravel evolutionary tale
writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions
enabling birth of cosmos honed with more
fine tuned precision to zero in
precise second, whence explosion filled void
nebulous material coalescing
into rudimentary galactic masses generating
vast surfeit of globular structures evincing
conically swirling
millennial futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens
reveling in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into this eternal wonderment
that perchance some intelligent deity
willfully rotates planet like some plaything
synonymous with mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope
whereby generic one primate in love with words!
As subtle obvious
from above and bellow doth burst
this non quitting chap doth tick cursed
with avidity, cupidity, electricity durst
flickr ring, google ling, and high five ving first
to flout conformity, and will when
coffin doth bear me away,
lest cremation mine ashes get disbursed
aspiring to wax poetic fur better
or hud duh livery wurst.
An eye for an eye
Soon the world was blind
A place full of misery
Not one person was kind
People chose to get even
They believed in blow for blow
The bodies all stacked up
Corpses laid in a row
Forgiveness not heard of
Or the first going last
Antiquated ideas
Remnants of the past
Measure for measure
Cruel justice ruled the day
Each and every person
Had a debt to pay
The Bibles all burned
No saints could be found
The lovers of peace
All hidden underground
They waited their time
Those on the surface died
The keys to the cities
From dead fingers pried
"Blessed are the peace keepers"
They inherited the Earth
The past not the future
We witness new birth
For Dr. Ram's Measure for Measure Contest
I was a shirt filed with straw and rags.
Pants that hang loose. Jeans cuffed pinned uncomfortably.
Nothing to think of; a hat filled with straw.
The inability to walk. Pinned to a board.
Hickory oak.
Chest disproportionate to a small waist.
Sleeves flung in the wind.
Left standing still; a face motionless.
Pinned to hickory oak.
A shadow left in an empty field, the boundaries of a checkerboard shirt.
The insecurity of straw hands.
Pickett fences to the feet of crows,
Still she'd visit often.
Distance cut short by dark heavy wings.
She'd caw in my silence,
Not knowing the ability to smile I stood against purpose.
She refused to run, poking fun at my hat.
The clothes that hung loosely in the wind, scurf tied tightly around my neck.
Feeling her prick the strings of my chest.
Strands of straw filled by her need to find home.
Was there anything there at all before that moment.
Becoming shelter to the way she pried.
I inherited a magnificent antique natural black diamond ring,
it is an impure crystal from Central Africa, it is entirely opaque;
a precious gem, absolutely beautiful and quite valuable,
a mesmerizing color created by nature, it touches my very soul.
It inspires me with it's hypnotic quality taking me deep,
and I see it's power in my accessories, always black and sensual;
the black diamond is mysterious and shrouded in drama.
many a death has been cast by a particular black diamond stone.
I did research and found out- a famous black diamond,
was pried from the eye of a statue in a sacred shrine temple;
in Pondicherry, India by a travelling monk thief, so the myth says,
the theft created a cursed diamond called the Eye of Brahama.
The myth then states that the diamond caused three deaths,
people would throw themselves off high buildings by suicide;
later the diamond was cut into three breaking the curse,
of course, my ring is not one of the pieces, yet is still lovely.
The days I wear my ring and my lovely black accessories,
I transcend this world, my makeup and hair become magical;
seeing the world with my third eye and it is so very amazing,
I am a different girl- dark, sensual, and so very mysterious.
And when I take off the black ring and accessories,
a mere girl stands in front of the mirror, natural and glowing;
the magic is gone but the inner peace remains and inspires,
I think what we put on our bodies should have a soul-
hypnotic and deep.
_____________________
August 3, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/Hypnotic and Deep
Copyright Protected, ID 16-813-746-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Black Diamond
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
He found me in the wild;
Lifted me like a lamb in His arms.
He looked at my face, and
Pried open my eyes.
In His eyes, I saw a tongue:
A dancing golden flame.
I was afraid.
He knew it.
He pressed me to His bosom,
Pelted my flat cheeks with pecks.
I trembled.
"I stink, don't I?"
He smiled. "That's why I found you;
To make you clean, lovely."
"Me?" My eyes popped.
"Me?"
His eyes gleamed.
"Yes, you're mine."
I tried to free myself.
He smiled again.
On wings, He lifted me,
Like a giant eagle.
Above the clouds, we flew;
Still flying!
I saw the wild fade, felt dizzy;
Still dizzy! We soar
'Till He plants my feet
On heaven's table land.
Deut 32:10
Say, do you harbor a secret true
like everyone else and me too?
All of us have something to hide
Affairs we would rather set aside.
An illicit fling or an erotic scene
Oh, of nature grave and keen,
A wild fantasy or wishful whims,
maybe, one of the 7 deadly sins?
Like the wilted flower in a book
or the rickety skeleton in a nook,
We hide our frailties in the far recess
of our mind for no one to access.
I was married ten years to the day,
She was too and in a family way,
Yet petal by petal I pried open the rose
from where in my neighbor’s yard grows.
We all succumb to carnal sentiments
unmindful of the 10 commandments;
If anyone can prove me otherwise
that truth I speak not but plain lies.
Forever to hold my peace I swear,
Not to write, speak or ever share
my thoughts or opinion in this case
until the last day of my life I face!
~"A Special Secret" contest by Lewis Raynes.
He seemed to know,
All life beyond his nose.
Indeed, he was smart-
Smart enough to wear a shirt,
Pressed, yet stitched with holes.
He wore shoes,
With wooden soles,
Unpolished, laces loose,
Yet confident,
His head high, it rose.
His uncombed hair-
A thicket pried the sky,
A gentleman late for work,
Along the streets of Newark.
In the city's hustle,
Vehicles crawl and hoot,
Beep-beep, through crowded routes,
That bear no fruit.
Pockets weep in emptiness,
While wallets stink and reek,
Of sweat with no pay.
He sits, waits, sweeps,
In a shop his stage, customers play,
They bleat, he bleeds,
Pale and incomplete.
One laughs, another scoffs,
Believing him mad,
Greedy for a joke, he isn't-
For all, he's just an old man,
Cherishing the little,
They will never grasp.
Darkness walked quickly to me from its abodes,
Silence of the night then dealt me a heavy blow,
Except for the loud scary croaks of flirting toads,
And some short sharp chirps of birds on trees near the roads,
The loud silence would have been without any foes.
Foolishness isolated me there to my plight,
I thought the babbling of evenings lives in the night,
But as soon as the dark sky smiled, noise took its flight,
Then the tall trees of the forest brought me a fright,
The deafening silence around me wasn't right.
I cried for the echoes of my voice to be heard,
Silence allowed them a while before they slurred,
I was scared by the illusion of ghosts with beard,
Tracing back the way given by the sun was hard,
Childhood made the path back to my home very bad.
Then an echo of my name played drums in my ears,
The distant voice of my father pried through my rears,
I ran to the voice that was whispered by the seers,
The more I ran the more the voices removed fears,
Then an ocean of faces greeted me with cheers.