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I am going to sea in a blueberry boat
That danced in the wind by the lee she did float
With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her
Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender
From starboard to port in a raspberry ocean
Her freeboard it romped up and down with commotion
The peppermint tiller was sticky to hold
My gimbals in irons I chose to be bold!
For spring tides it heeled her from stem to stern
While her yaw rode frosted waves of pineapple churns
She heaved and bellowed singing "Alive-Alive-O!"
As her rudder was a fishtail from a mermaid below
Over and under the jawbreaker swells
Listing like an upside-down candy apple she fell
To the bonbon trough she stumbled and waned
She crashed like a sugared angel melting in the rain
But I was the captain with orders to spew
I cried of marshmallows and graham crackers too
I could not give up and bend like a mushy banana
My heart was determined to sail the 'Susquahanna'
Alas she sunk to the deep down under
My pocket was her aftermath of all left asunder
While I swallowed candy with joyful jiggles
She melted away between nibbles and giggles!
September 13, 2019
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There is no need for titles
forced as some may be.
Random thoughts and observances
frequently pervade these pages
and make their way across the kibes
diminishing their reality.
Meager and frail representations
of what lies deeply imbedded
and well hidden in the heart
waiting patiently to be seen.
The external world's obsession of being busy every day
running here, running there
doing this and that
so that true beauty, feeling and emotion are lost.
The simple things survive
a gentle tender kiss, the soft caressing touch of hands,
a long lost endearing look speak
without the words or titles.
Poet: Otieno Elvis Gikoi
Pen : el.oti.gi...
Now its me and you but nothing between us
Remember the times when the conversation would last for hours
Remember the moments when we would talk about the most random stuff
All that is now gone the way that sand leaves my palms
Now its me and you but nothing between us
Remember the instances when you would understand my words even without me uttering them
Remember the memories when we would stay awake late at night just smiling with each other
All that is now gone the way that water dries up in the drought
Now its me and you but nothing between us.
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Alluring auburn Autumn assuring azure sky.
Unfurling unveiling unchallenging Autumn glow in environ.
Foliage of Withered and dry yellow leaves !
Tender foliage in glossy texture and twinkling luster.
Undertaking duties of shedding dry leaves as free frolic fall.
Dying leaves leave branch and fall.
Blue hue shines on sky of Fall.
Dropping curtain on storm and rains.
Autumn alluring assuring freshness.
Dry Foliage of Farewell !
Dry yellow leaves leave
Nascent foliage
to glow and glaze in luster ~
auburn autumn shines.
to charm and whelm us.
Deciduous tree
leaves leaves to feel free.
Environ on excellence.
Nascent leaf : glossy
Flower bed : classy.
Fresh fragrance flow in flora-
Sheeny Sun-spectrum
as Fall - monogram.
Auburn Autumna aura.
Dry Leaves murmur, flowers shiver
on touch of Autumn breeze
Heart-piercing passion, emerald emotion
I wish to release.
Deciduous trees shed withered leaves.
Amazing Autumn firmly believes
in glossy glittered charming luster.
Withered dead foliage of Farewell at random.
Fresh nascent descent shiny silky foliage to Welcome
chasing boredom.
MY HAPPINESS AND SORROW
My heart is full of joy, also tears,
loaded with events years after years.
For life,
Happy happenstances to adorn.
Memories of worries left to mourn.
At end, in abyss of emptiness thrown.
Random activities now confined in closed contour.
Associates are away, children in respective sectors.
Broad spectrum of life is shortened,
Only to be busy on self care,
realizing every moment that life is accelerating to reach terminal.
I only know what I know,in joy and sorrow
Enjoyed love, shocked on betrayal, succeeded or failed,
But nothing remains, no imprints.
Everything so trivial.
Time will wash out all.
09/28/19
Third Place
First Line from my poem 'My Heart is Full' dated 09/13/19
The line 'I only know what I know' from Broken People by Richard Lamoureux
'Pick a line, any line' Contest by Richard Lamoureux
Out of the corner of my eye,
an ex-colleague from bygone years spotted,
walking in my direction,
one in too many faces
on a busy street now,
in a big office then.
What’s his name?
One of those people you know but don’t know.
I look away, but not before I catch him looking away,
and the flicker of recognition, the little blip of nonplus
on his face, mirroring my own, no doubt.
We are barely 15 feet apart, and closing fast.
Decision.
Stop, greet,
spew pleasantries,
inquire into the health and general well-being
of assorted family members,
talk the small talk,
two men stranded in the middle of the sidewalk
by the rules of civility.
Natter, chatter, patter,
“Have you seen so-and-so lately?”,
“No, not for a while ...”,
invoking random names to hide the paucity
of viable conversational material,
waiting for that natural lull
in the banter to extricate themselves
politely-obviously-eagerly,
finally concluding with the obligatory bald lies
about running late
and catching up over a beer
at an unspecified time in the future.
Or just walk on by,
alibied by the bustle on the street
and a suitably distracted expression.
8 feet, 7, 6, 5, 4 . . .
I keep walking,
eyes resolutely averted,
feigning a sudden haste,
with a slight frown acting
as a Do Not Disturb sign.
He must have made the
same simultaneous decision,
my progress being unchecked.
Spared by each other through
mute, mutual consent!
A few more strides,
and I’m released
back into the anonymity of the crowd,
my mouth silently whew-shaped
after passing what’s-his-name?
This is all about her, that one that is something
different then any of labeled loves
the one you could but didn't
Scared to cheapen the truth of it
You know her, your past present and your hearts
Unfilled hole.
The one who saw you for what made you different
She rough enough to handle a mans innerchild
And will roughhouse with her boys, like wwe diva
She not afraid to wrestle.
The one with determination, and intelligence
soulfull and open to the possibilities
Of spirit in sounds
Down to earth but eloquent
She holds you to Bob Marley
And as free spirited as a moon dance
I miss her curious eyes
And her willingness to give the lost a chance
I miss her cocky drinking mood
That I tthink all her men misunderstood
But I do
But my kind exterior and the truths I denied
Shadowed my aggression and only showed respect
When she needs a man that can remind her she's a
woman
She stays in control but wishes to loose herself
In random moments
I miss you
Form:
The command is to write -
but every day you wake up
saying to yourself:
"I can't write, I was never taught,
my fingers are illiterate appendages
of a cheap Japanese laptop,
my mind is too oddly shaped
it has no dustcover
its pages have wormholes
holes that smaller worms fall through."
Every day the same old thing,
and a plasma screen mocks you,
mocks your open slack mouth,
your dull eyes,
the slow grinding inertia of every thought.
The command is insistent,
it prods the soft belly of your cringing ego,
demands a pound of flabby words
be made flesh,
and so, you tap random keys listlessly
until another string of consciousness
unwinds itself
into a last line,
that if not memorable,
yet at least will not live long enough
to disgrace you.
With what I have to work with is all I need
Or do I? as I choose to write this with speed
Rule of thumb I have to emphasize the words I use
Do you think so? or should I just choose?
Portrait is a fascinating word it has so many meaning
Overview of this word is this I say; accent, highlight, illuminate, and stressing
Revealing more words to use is what I will do
The meaning of Portrait is what I will view
Random words that make the word Portrait now I will say
A word that means the same yet makes it more pleasant to overlay
I will now say some words or two; accentuate, feature, punctuate
These words can either be used or can be put on debate
Do We Sleep to Dream or to Forget
Do we sleep to dream or to forget is the question I get asked a lot from my clients
Whom I council, for you see I am an unlicensed psychologist but a sarcastic psychologist at that. (Don’t tell anyone is my only disclaimer). Anyway, to answer your question about sleep, I always thought sleeping it was something everyone did like a natural reflex to shut down and detach from all the repetitive bull-crap they experienced throughout their day. I mean come on! Lets face the facts we all need to sleep even if you don’t have a bed to sleep on or in what ever never mind I said that back to the question.
I would say to the best of my knowledge and understanding that’s a common fact that not only do we dream to sleep, ah; umm I mean sleep to dream but we also sleep to forget as in that house party you had when your parents were on vacation.
Or that break up from that psychotic ex-girlfriend who was half stacker and half bipolar activist always coming up with reasons to monitor your every move. Like your work schedule, classmates, on the attendance, mid-terms, final exams and every phone number in the your contacts list in your phone, plus the number of followers and friends you have on ever social media site in existence. Or that time you and your friends got into a nightclub with fake ID’s that were poorly made and ended up getting so drunk that you forgot your own name.
So there you have it folks I would say yes we do sleep to not only dream but to forget. But don’t take my word for it no seriously don’t because you are dreaming and I am just a random voice in your head and you are most likely tripped out somewhere thinking to a licensed therapist but you’re not.
Your hangover will begin in 3,2,1 Wake up!!