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Nano-bot Incursion
Nanobots began to shape their world in silent numbers
Grew uncountable before the dawn of days
In silence there is no form.
Darkness has no shape on empty landscapes
Black rocks don’t count as objects to odd aliens
Time does not stand still. It stands for nothing in the trenches of creation
Down in the minuscule world of nano-ness abstraction
Going about their business relentlessly
Expanding as they go
Nothing holds back the glow of tenacious ingenuity.
Human metallic rings worn on fingers
Seem to have peculiar effects on nanos actions
For some unknown reason strange things happen at mere contact
Apparently the shape of rings causes aberrant behavior
Perhaps tiny automatons don’t like restrictions
Confined movements to circular rotation
Perplexing them to the monotony of repetition
Around and around the band
Become disoriented as an emergent species
Collide and die
Apparently nano-bots need to expand
Naturally this is all pure speculation
If humans are to merge with them successfully
They must open up the molecules within each cell
Relax the pores above the skin
Allow the alien in
Allow the process to begin
It does not matter if this is a sin or crime
Science and technology must forge forward
That which goes against conventions
Has never stopped the building of reality
Constructing futures is what the nanos do
We are long overdue to break all laws of nature
Allow the nano-bots to do
What they instinctively know how and what to do
Merge with the human brain
Take us to their leader to new horizons
To the next plateau into omnipotence
To stand in numbing silence next to them
Spinning round and round in circles
Humming nano nano under the breath
ONE FOOT OUT OF THE BOAT
The white hotel! “Clinic”, slips behind his dragging coat and shambled shirt
He surprises himself once more; swallowing prescribed prescription freedom,
From who knows best for both of them?
It seems to be a mixture of minutes and many memories,
A steep prominence takes his breath, plus the breath taking view,
It sends him toxic, biting his hand for steady, but feels the red wetness seep through,
One hand in the water;
The suns morning is still, and bitter; in the finger chilling wind!
And seeing cloudy like; two reflections swept by, in a green pool held by drowned seaweed.
Tangled in nylon line, rusty hooked; held, trapped, and separated!
His home to the south west, painted in the glitter water is far;
The salted soup; of sand and shell fragments foam;
Painting the rocks, Washed up! Served relentlessly, each tidal day.
He continues on, in small, unsteady, dark foot-steps!
One foot out of the boat.
To the further side of broken hell waits beyond
the crushing breaker’s yard of broken heart
another cracking crush enchantment flowing spell of love
My angel you will fly once more and free in currents’
surfing flight absolved from plight and undertow
that drags you down and under waves of tears for now
When riptides shatter severed tegument relentlessly
assaulting broken shards of razor corralled reefs and
dessicated hopeless dreams let go flow with the tides
There is no self-fulfilling wave no levitating automatic exit
route from whirl pools’ rocky bottom’s bounce not yet
a path of happy permanent impermanence when chaos looms
My mooring treasure you will feel the joy and laughter dancing
splashing soul and mind again when waters turn beyond the
breakers when compassionate caress evolves from agony
To the further side of hell and broken meaning from
demeaning trials and tribulations awaits for you a gentle breeze
another crack at life and compassionate swim in the ocean
06th February 2017
My love went wrong
As I sail amidst the song of the whales,
I realize I have been cold for a while.
February being relentlessly harsh,
The wintery days made me frail.
With a fragile silence, I pondered
My love went wrong in some way.
As I sail amidst the song of the whales,
I realise I have been cold for a while.
February being relentlessly harsh,
The wintery days made me frail.
With a fragile silence, I pondered
My love went wrong in some way.
A murmur at midnight, the clothing resting on the floor.
Thunder clapping, the sky a shadowy abode.
A ghostly gale visiting, an inkling at the door, I know it is going to be over when the rain stops to roar.
With a fragile silence, I pondered
The bed made my love soar.
A Sunday morning solace, a march reawakening.
With gilded gratitude, I walk through the daffodils.
The heart pounds and head dances through the way,
Ah! But that was not the right sway.
With a fragile silence, I pondered,
In the dreams, my love lost its way.
Returning to the sea, the moon casts its spell.
That 3 A.M liminal feeling of freeing the fugitive soul,
As I sail through the song of the whales,
I get up and realise I have been cold.
With a fragile silence, I pondered,
My love went wrong in some way.
In our great little retirement community
They're dropping like flies around me
Need to break free, must get out this place
It's Heaven's Waiting Room you see
Don't matter if you're healthy as all get out
The grim reaper knows where you live
He's as anxious as hell to whisk you away
And you really have just one life to give
So ignore the guy that's waiting at the door
Do all the things you've always wanted
Relentlessly time keeps marching forward
It's progress remains undaunted
Keep ahead of the game, of that final day
Laugh at that guy with the sickle
Tell him you'll call when your good and ready
This existence can be oh so fickle
© Jack Ellison 2013
I wrap lovingly my arms around you…
Listen to my heartbeat and in my Divine Love no more feeling blue
Over and over again I say that I care unconditionally for you
View in and out my unfolding love… its beauty outpours like a torrent of rain
Everyday, I hold you. I’m your strength in trials and in pain
You are always and forever so precious in my sight
On tempest of life, I will always be at your side
Uplifting your spirit: I will make the sun shines so bright
Exhale your doubts as I do my part
Take my hands and walk with me with all your heart
Exhilarate as you head on to the fulfillment of your dreams
Resuscitate your crumbled hope
Nestle in my loving arms while I relentlessly sing you the untiring hymn
Always keep in mind that you are forever my dearest one
Let my love set ablaze in you and keep our strongest bond
Loving you eternally, I do acclaim
You and only you: deep in my heart, you are a boundless fame
Jesus Christ
Aug 4,2014 9.20pm
Copyright2014Leonora Galinta
-not for a contest-
this waning moon upon the midnight sky
offers as much light as this dimmed desk lamp's glow
on these walls surrounding me in the shadows of night
i lie in the darkness of summer's reign as crickets stridulate
unable to catch even a moments sleep through closed eyes
this tattered soul of mine remains frayed on the edges of mind
where gathered thoughts tangle like worn out threads
sewn together from grandma's frail hands so long ago
i hear the whispers of a zephyr calling to me
as if the serenade of a muse lost somewhere within
is now beckoning me to grab a pen and write
yet my feet refuse to pivot and hit the floor
heavy from the weight that i now bear
i lie here, motionless, my mind draws the same blankness
as the piles of papers stuffed in the drawer
the sheets now crumpled like failed attempts of poems
tightly wrap me in another sleepless night
as the hands of time relentlessly tap away on the clock
the birds begin to sing in song as the sun breaks the plane
yet somehow my mind is still lost within the stygian of thoughts
June 30th 2020
The midday sun scorches her back
Sweat seeps through her feeble body
As her nerves carry messages from her brain
To make her muscles cooperate
So she could stand and move around
Inside her body a helpless guest with very special needs
Hanging head downwards between cliffs of her bone
Shot with delicate spasms
With hair painted upon his skull
The wretched visitor did not come out until it was ready
The stress of delivery became more and more
In only nine months the single fertilized cell
became a fully developed baby.
An amazingly complex organization of some billions of cells
Undeterred, she kept on pushing relentlessly but fatigued
The midwife held some materials attached to a dinner-plate-size device
Shouting: Push! Push! Push!
Swinging hand to and from across the deep hole
Dropping to different directions and starts digging
With urgent jabs the small head penetrates the hard earth.
Could it be a female?
Could it be a male?
As the hole deepens, eyes were strained for a hint
Suddenly, ears quicken as the high-pitched whistle
Descends to a guttural clicking noise—A sure sign
that the visitor has arrived
After the production, how tired she was!
Behold, I shall celebrate this diligent producer
For she has done the toughest job a woman could do
In pain she produced her replica
In joy should she reap the reward
Sweet mother, will I ever forget you?
Little boy scales the snowbank
in Spider-Man boots
stomping snow,
relentlessly
a focused performance
superboy tantrum, gushing discontent
flattening worlds imagined
crushing lands gripped by villains
His mother, nearby, gleams
like heat under a stove pot
a wary gatekeeper,
extending love unmatched
to watch the giddy rush of boy
to dream a soulful future
to wonder on the needs of self
to view a son's awakening
in the freedom of spaces
Little boy
unfinished work
putting his stamp on joy
as bits of snow fly like a tale unfolding
As a mother watches the elastic bounce of youth,
till the real world runs away with him.
Poem composed: January 23, 2021
Tears of the past invoke frozen footprints
When fears rekindle flares of dire misery
Feeling the ache, straining blood streams
As wrinkles pop up swelling deep worries,
Holding dialogue with sustained poverty
Attempting to traverse shuttered streets--
Bent, but not broken, in grip of tragedies
Trapped in the pathos of agonizing grief
Building escape still, flexing meager means.
When in my solitude, these images I’ve seen
Awaken me hauntingly in frightening dreams,
Grudgingly I go there, where I used to be
And see a child deep in hapless poignancy
Bleeding profusely from veins melancholy
Revisiting relentlessly orphaned memories.
Time unconsciously releases those feelings
When ode to new morn happy robin sings
As sun rises gleefully from deep blue seas
And life illuminates in golden hued beams
Oscillating winds, gleaming through trees,
And I walk with pride on the bridges I built
And thank my bright stars that lit my path
Twinkling diligently to show me the light
When obscure was the face of my dark night.
Silhouettes of yesteryear are purging now
Cleansing dread with vibrancy of spring
And jitters of nightmares in aspiring dreams
Seeing new growth in parched winter land
Like flowers rise through remains of ashes
Confronting what was, with what could be.
I have staged my play to my own melodies
And the rhythms I set to my own music
No longer evoke the prompt life gave me
As I write new chapters, create new scenes
I’m planning the ending as I wish to see it:
The story that was past, my future won’t be.
December 7, 2020
Placed 1st: Catharsis poetry contest by Silent One