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she felt her body go limp
her head was down
her hair flowing toward ground zero
but did she wake up?
no. this was not what the gruemeister had in mind
and he was in charge of her
for it was Halloween night
the eve of the Day of the Dead
he was here to enter her dreams
manipulate her feelings
terrorize her in the ways of the old ones
ancient being, dark with rage, was the gruemeister
he reveled in knowing she would feel terror
when he decided to waken her to her predicament
nightmares would follow her for many months
maybe years, and this delighted his evil heart
he heard a baby cry which angered him greatly
if she woke up now, he could no longer anticipate her horror
he went to the crib to shush the baby
In the sinuous paths of the
garden of my heart,
intense moments
as medley of blooms,
and assorted memories
like sweet perfumes,
are umpteen.
But the one
that flutters the
strings of my heart,
walking along with my beloved
in the starlit night,
hand in hand,
down the snow painted road,
at the close quarters,
swapping
volumes of feelings.
In the dark,
under the brim of
fedora hat
found the flicker of a smile
that flashed
in those blue eyes.
Even today,
whenever there is lightening,
I mistake it
for the same flicker,
reveled on that day.
STRAND completely new (4) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 03/07/2020
judged on :04/07/2020
position: 1st place
Little Bo-Peep adored playing hide and seek, hence the fond nickname;
Just as hued rainbow is named for its dazzle, so radiant over every lane!
Bo-Peep was eight, and lived on a farm. She had various loves and joys.
Her world was full of magic and make believe, and she had sparkly toys.
But Bo-Peep loved more than anything, tending peaceful, fleecy sheep,
A task she'd only recently started. She loved the gamboling and leaps!
Friends Frances and Faye flew kites with Bo-Peep, in berry colors, deep;
And loved folk dancing at sunset flame, under the fuchsia sky mystique.
Familiar February had fallen fast, and yielded to fresh, fragrant flowers,
In leap years of fevered, family visits, when green bared mystic powers.
Bo-Peep lived in the house of enigma, ever hailing moments unfamiliar,
When moon and sun played hide and seek, as time turnt gold and silver.
Red robins roamed rouge, dusk skies, near the royal, Ranunculus Road;
And buttercups really brightened the rosy route, where breezes blowed.
Nature knew nothing but budding, when neighbors visited the sunlit days,
In a nectarine season of noble lives, when they followed the golden rays.
Crimson bellied birds faced ruby sunset, raining its beams like cherries;
And 'lady of the night' orchids reveled in moonlight, observed by fairies!
Elegant orchids were dressed up and dancing, along hot streets of gold,
When 'blanket flowers' draped stuff with color, prettying the dull and old.
One day Bo-Peep got lost in a daydream, as the frisky lambs wandered.
She abruptly realized they'd all gone! Like seconds eternity squandered.
No bleating or baas could be heard, and there was no sound near or far;
For, not even pink robin was heard in that moment-in a stillness bizarre!
After searching the farm in vain, Bo-Peep confessed it all to her parents,
Who were calm, wise to ways of sheep; as diamonds ken facet moments.
'Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, And they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them.'
Everything was coming up roses by dawn, like burgundy sun and blooms;
And the lambs had all returned, like spring green, emerging from its tomb.
I do not like the word different…it cuts too much like a knife
It adds to the trouble in our world…it causes so much strife.
When we see someone as different fear seeps into our minds
and where there’s fear…animosity and prejudice are never far behind.
What starts out merely as a way to tell that person apart from you or me
somehow ends up with people treating one another differently.
We end up in a word of labels, a world of discrimination and entropy.
A world of injustice, a world of oppression, of wars and bigotry.
A world where suspicion and distrust rule and seeds of animosity are sown
all caused when we find traits in people that are different from our own.
What if we looked at one another in a completely different way?
What if there is a word that would keep our fear at bay?
What if we weren’t afraid of diversity but reveled in it’s mystique
and instead of seeing others as different…we saw them as unique?
Perhaps then, in each life, we might focus on the good things that we see
and in the end create a world filled with peace and harmony.
I imagine by now many of you are thinking this man is different, he’s a freak
but I suggest I am not different…I, like you, am totally unique!
(Did you notice when you called me different a host of negatives abound
but when you use the word unique...see how wonderful I sound?)
It seems to me we should strive for a world where differences are not critiqued…
a world where people are more accepting…
now wouldn’t that be unique!
Oh my dearest love, how longingly I recall
Amorous wink of joy, teasing zealous eyes
When you held my hand on journey of life
And never let go despite the arduous climb.
Happily you greeted what justly we toiled for,
In view of gratitude plentiful it always was.
Staying true to hallmark of your own resolve
You didn't falter when fate made bad calls.
Exuberantly you reveled in garden of roses
In purple orchids and fragrance of Jasmine
Beneath cosmic infinity wooing your fantasy,
As resolutely you held on to truth of reality.
We traveled far eying cultural renaissance
In Sistine Chapel and the Statue of David
As museums found you mesmerized by art
And paintings in Uffizi held you spellbound.
In your honor, I'll memorialize solemn oath
Lovingly etched in the temple of our hearts
Saying in your voice, there are no goodbyes
When love shall endure till the end of time.
December 14, 2018
Placed first in last letter to my beloved contest by Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand choice S contest by Brian Strand
The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.
The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.
The lightening stoked the day’s heat,
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it.
The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
it freed them from.
Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.
There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.
Morning came without delay as light shone on the dusky, sea-weeded reefs;
they silently gathered behind the tallest weeds resembling hungry beasts,
hoping they'd pass by and entrap them and have a meal...
and they waited many hours to make that imagined kill.
How could they outsmart a rabbit with his agility
and a fox with his shrewdness? Their plot had to have ingenuity
to make them fall for that something they desperately craved...
and what was it they were looking for? Was it flesh they desired?
These two harmless animals looked out for each other ,
any unfamiliar sound or noise would make them shiver
and alarm them to keep a sharp eye on anything that moved...
even a gecko climbing rocks would would make them feel awkward.
And the shy rabbit and the sly fox gave a hint to hunters,
pointing where they were hiding: in the shade of poison oaks;
not knowing that they would have a mad rash so unexpected...
they ran chased by a dozen of dogs as the rabbit and foxed reveled.
The wolves, coyotes and wildcats vowed revenge, if they ever escaped;
no rabbit or fox would survive in their territory...if they were found
snoozing under the shady wildflowers or on the top of logs:
they'd surely be the perfect treat for their growling stomachs!
The rabbit and the fox finally enjoyed their freedom and loyalty
by planning a more effective strategy despite fret or calamity.
Reveled in ancient times, words escape from the crevices of nature
Through soils that many have tread
The living and the dead
Eat everything and take a great big look
Something is waiting for you—someone is there for you
The history of mankind will not tell you otherwise
The vines of truth and peace surround your being
You are something new and true
And the words are willingly fleeing from my grasp
Life is a spinning top—it spins as long as you keep it going
Manmade trinkets are concepts of lives untold
Objects hold energy that are more powerful than mere words
The feeling behind the whole of it all is all too satisfying
Listen to the breeze
It whispers riddles that lift the spirits of the deep
I can hear it calling
Can you?
Humanity has closed its breadth of hearing
But they can always reopen!
Consume me—let the fires of your passion envelope me
I want to know everything I can before I leave this world behind
I want the living and the dead to be satisfied in luxuries
Luxuries of love, appetite, desire and cool water fire
There is a secret rhythmic chord in every brain
You must accept yourself
You must accept your surroundings
Let them curl all around you—let your heart turn from serpentine to
Clear fluid
Consume the waters
Consume me
Before the worms in the soil soak in what is rightfully yours
The earth will be your companion
Engorge what you may . . . but respect
The Mother Tree
Connie Marcum Wong a lady who graced us like warm trade winds in “A Quiet Place.” A lady who loved “The Hint of Autumn” even in a tropical paradise. A lady who reveled in “Lavender Skies” and “Cosmic Creations” and through “Star Ships” saw the “Enchanted Earth” always looking up to see the fullness of the shining “Night Light” through her tears.
Connie, whose name means steadfast, was a steadfast presence, a lady of faith even in unimaginable grief, who has stepped into the eternal “Sunrays Warmth” enfolded in “Your Tender Loving Embrace.” Her constant supportive heart vanquished darkness – this lady who inspired the Aloha spirit, deeply loved her husband, her family, poetry, Chopin, the stars, and her friends and we were “Starstruck” at her beauty and grace. She was “The Mother Tree” now rejoicing with the “Morning Star” in “Heaven’s Realms” of glory.
Her “Starlight” will never fade – a north star on horseback! Godspeed dear friend on your “Heavenly Ride.”
Mahalo Lord for the gift of Connie.
9-29-22
Contest: Short Connie Tributes
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Cognitive simplicities reveled in each line
Nothing is impeccably right, nothing is fine
I reach the path where a lie is justified by words
By the time it is finished they flee like birds
Into a path where their tattered wings can heal
Where darkness cringes and the hidden scrolls seal
I need to find the light where the rhymes deem right
I need to see how much I can bear it this night
I am cradled by unsaid words every solitary day
If only the words I write that linger could take the pain away
I want to see you again, but as I unfold within
These undaunted subtleties tear away the skin
You are left in bear bone while I am still alone
A crowd surrounds me as my mind begins to roam
Scratching out a line to make room for the lie,
The truth stammers and withers as the birds fly by