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As I roamed into the steakhouse,
I spotted him slashing steak.
He looked up with his dispirited stare,
His despair coherent to me.
He summon me to take a chair,
He had a anecdote to unfold,
About the day his spouse left,
The day love revolved to abyss.
He delivered her the works he had,
His body, soul and heart,
Her addiction got the best of him,
She backslid; he fell discrete.
Off she went on a spree, appear like,
A daze of narcotics and booze–
When he faced up to her, she said,
"Fine," and ran off–just think
Of the agony it caused this man,
His eyes folded into his face,
Tears so actuate, harsh and brutal
They are salting him in place.
Yet he turns up at the steakhouse,
Forlornness not his thing,
Through those depressed eyes I can declare
He’s longing for happiness, although
Dealing with the tragedy of losing
A woman once very delightful,
A woman now astray in her sadness,
His sorrow under her feet.
The Curse of the Dead Sea
Dark ghosts traveling through the chilled air mist
where rare rough rivers, eddied and revolved, in
twists around into a violent, furious funnel offshore,
as this turbulent salt sea of iniquity opens up its storied,
salted bowels with its turgid moving fluids drowning
into a space of predestined bedded death—for all who
unknowingly venture into the embrace of the Dead Sea.
For knoweth that Poseidon, the ancient god of the sea,
may not be there in time to spare thy life that be in the
fatal grip of this salted deadly destiny, and its jeopardy,
as it’s written in the “riddle of sands” that remain blowing
as this earthly desert speaks to thee, spiced by the coldest
of raindrops carried on winds held deep within, as dark
clouds escape with their droplets running down into the
mountain “waters of life” that feed and form an evil river
that pulsates through the deep veins of existence, as drums
inside heartbeats play to a harmonious harp filled with a
mystic music dancing to visions of a salted angel who lives
deep within the Dead Sea.
Falling throughout the depths of time in the history of this
ancient sea of sure death, are grains of sand and pure white
salt which hold misted gems that speak to each and every
human footprint, leaving an imprinted, indelible image true,
behind the frame left crowned in the deep well of a forlorn,
shimmering pond that presciently knoweth that this ancient
Dead Sea, with its “salt of the sand” shall explain to you,
in kind, of the dangers that lurketh within the waters of its
salted, deadly grip, if thou chooseth unwisely to venture in
knowingly or unknowingly.
For Poseidon shall not be there in this “modern age” to
saveth thee and thy immortal soul!
Amen.
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – December 16, 2018
(Narrative)
*Image of A Universal Star by Private Stock.
A Penitent Soliloquy
It is in junctures like these that I encounter myself
traversing a meadow of spring colors just yon the lea
where purples and pinks contest further
plus blues delivering pursuit for an actual take.
In the completeness of the stretched out rivalry
as its foremost spectator wavered I in gratefulness
for its breathtaking rainbowed exhibition of magnificence
existed through our ambitious custodian in heaven.
Reluctantly, yielded I to my reason for it lay
just round the bend farther than the footing of
lowly chaparrals fronting the forest boundaries
like sentries of some consecrated hearth.
Unexpectedly, a window of circumstance burst
open from the back of me and as slightly revolved I,
beaming rays shot back hosting a flurry of blue jays
landing within the shrubs thrashing about till only a chorale of tweets were heard.
Again, found I a pensive motivation rallied to fruition by song, nonetheless, the journey must I and the pathway didst return me towards shallowed trees until giant redwoods rounded themselves about me.
A laden rock, the purpose of me being at that spot, was a makeshift altar stone where cometh I to pray, amidst the ambiance of consolation, the serenity of solitude and isolation factors in profound deliberative candor.
All that I've seen and heard this day, truly believe I to bear witness of your awesome omnipotence, your overwhelming omnipresence, and your omniscient being overall, I come humbly before you in supplication.
On penitent knees, I beseech you oh heavenly father as I look upon thy countenance I pray, forgive me of the iniquities that shamefully bore I and give me the strength to shed off the wiles of evil so that I may be your good and faithful servant, unto you, Lord the Father, Lord the Son, and Lord the Holy Spirit, I pray, Amen and Amen!
2022 January 29
*10th Place*
Repent and Believe
~~Regina McIntosh: Judged 2022 January 30
Love soft music on a warm summer's night
A Piano Sonata by that Chopin dude
Nothing can turn my crank more than Fredéric
Sure puts this guy in a romantic mood
Surprised with my knowledge of the classics?
Fred and I go a very long way back
Grew up together, he was my very first buddy
Actually stole my sweet girlie, fancy that
Helped him write some mazurkas and études
Never gave me credit, whatta bum
Attempted to expose him but no one listened
Of course no one listened, that's dumb
Whatta big snot, this so called music genius
Thought the world revolved around him
Got some news, this is going to shatter his image
He was nothing but a country bumpkin
I know, I know, that's not well known fact
He paid people to keep it hush hush
So now you all know the rest of this story
Old Freddie turned out to be a lush
Sorry bout this, all you fans of the classics
This was all just in fun I declare
Was never a good friend of old Freddie boy
Still maintain, I never got my share
Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface
O do give me more loveliness, with red lace!
Such innocent eyes,
Cunning and wise!
The age of that baby girl
Revolved around two in our world
Yet, she was an attractive one
Charming one, magnetic one
None could get jealous of her beauty
Except beauty itself in all simplicity
If she was hungry, she ate like a bird
If she was thirsty, she drank only curd
If she fell while running, she stood and smiled
If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled!
Dressed in her favourite red dress,
She listened to old stories on her mattress
And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord
And how it is like in his peaceful abode!
At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair
Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!
When I entered the world I entered as an I…and soon I was able to see
to MY great satisfaction…how the world revolved around ME.
How easy it was to make people comply…with MY unspoken intentions…
because all I had to do was cry…to get their full attention.
I suppose it has to do with how fast time unfurls…because shortly I was shown
that there are other people in the world…that I was not alone.
I imagine it wasn’t easy for ME…learning I was no longer the only gem…
and that most of the time I was awake…I had to share my time…with THEM.
I imagine since I did not understand…I probably thought it a little unfair
but that was the moment I started to grow…when I first learned how to share.
From the moment I began to share…I also began to see
MY world was made up of THEM and THEIR…not just of I…and ME.
In fact the moment I started thinking of YOU…is when I began to thrive
knowing I needed YOU…and YOU needed ME….in order to survive.
Happiness doesn’t always come easy…which is why I eventually came to see
If happiness is what I wanted…I had to stop thinking of ME.
For I will have highs and lows in MY life in whatever I say and do…
but the best way for ME to find happiness
is when I share these highs and lows…with YOU.
Yes, happiness can be found in OUR pronouns
in every second, of every minute of every hour…
It begins the moment when I and ME AND MINE
evolve to YOU and US…and OURS.
she placed her ragged comfort blanket in the exhausted tumble dryer
to dry her tears shed during nightmares spinning terror and cold dreams
requested safe passage from the Goddess of laundry and put on the heat
experiences revolved with the whirl of the drum that was beating retreat
and she sucked her thumb down to the bone and nibbled at the core
cartilages of time opened disconnected articulations of doubtful surprise
amazed she meandered through a labyrinth of bewildering revelations
soothed by thoughts of mixing and mingling various fabrics and texture
the quilt had a few holes where rites of passage had left their impression
to be sure of success she pressed the repeat cycle again and once more
better to be safe than sorry she checked connections sockets and fuse box
placed a few candles on the machine and wished for an omen or guidance
‘I’m made from different cloth than constant repetitions of sorrow and fear’
but the dummy replacement had not changed a bit and stared in contempt
to make up for her failure she sharpened a knife and shred into the past
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This is not the world that you knew in fact it is far from it
Thus is the conclusion you drew and one we must all admit
For how quickly things change and not always for the best
What used to seem so strange is now routinely done in jest
The whole family has dissolved lead by those not to be heard
As life around them revolved and the consequences incurred
With no sense of structure and a complete lack of love for God
Understanding what's in store, so many thinking you are odd
A wise and strong generation who was raised up from nothing
Adding to this Nation in all the hopes and dreams they'd bring
As off to the corner you now sit barely given the time of day
But in your amazing wit you now use all this time to pray
As they politely look down upon you, in so missing your gift
For you'd know exactly what to do, we all need such a lift
But those days are all done and just a memory of the past
Both knowing who won in seeing the wicked shadow he cast
Tutus 2:3
The aged women likewise,
that [they be] in behaviour as becometh holiness,
not false accusers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things;
What more could I have done? I'd already taken far too much.
There was no more gentleness in your voice, nor in your touch.
Your cursing and verbal abuse eroded all my respect for you.
I tried to help fight your demon; something only you could do.
Our home became just a house. We lived under the same roof
but stormy weather poured in from your bottle of 100 proof.
With a sob in my throat, I walked away from you while crying.
Your lies and accusations ripped me apart and left me dying.
life is sifting sand
I still wear your wedding band
upon my left hand
There was no getting back what we lost when you caused my fears.
How did I swallow the disappointment? I washed it down with tears.
The finale' came the night you slammed my hand in the door.
The only broken bone I ever had; I couldn't take it any more.
What else could I have possibly done to keep from losing you?
It was too late when you lost yourself, and now we're through.
Sometimes I wish we'd never met. You deceived me from the start.
I will never regret loving you, and I've forgiven you in my heart.
life is sifting sand
you removed your wedding band
gone from your left hand
Once my world revolved all around you, my sunny days and skies of blue.
Now you're just a stranger, someone I once loved, someone I once knew.
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When I was young and innocent…while life was still brand knew
as it is with children….my dreams were young and innocent too…
They were straightforward, unsophisticated and simple
They were childlike and free…
And they were a little egotistical because…they all revolved around me.
When I was given to dreaming…the things I wanted…
the who I would become…
I never asked myself the question: Where do dreams come from?
You see I dreamt from a comfortable bed…
in a cozy house…with a happy family.
I never dreamed there could be people who dreamed from a different place than me.
I dreamed of getting ice cream when the ice cream truck came down my street…
I never dreamed there were other children who had no food to eat.
I dreamed of getting new clothes…the latest fashions anywhere.
I never dreamed there were other children who had no clothes to wear.
I dreamed of a bigger house. I thought ours was much too small.
I never dreamed there were other children who had no house at all.
My dreams were filled with joy and laughter…and moments in the sun.
I never dreamed, the dreams I dreamed…weren’t dreamt by everyone!
My dreams have changed over the years…that should come as no surprise…
for as we grow a little older and wiser…we see the world through different eyes.
Now…I dream of a world at peace…where love and kindness shine…
Where every child born today…can have dreams similar to mine.