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Tucked away feeling safe in the notebook's metal binder
Waiting; the pen thinks of the times spent with the poetess
She would slowly, gently remove him and caress the arthritic padding
Maybe even place him against her soft lips, then
Begin writing upon lined pages
Where his black ink came alive
Each word formed in rhythm with her thoughts
How the pen loved being the vehicle to convey her every thought
Oh no! Here comes the evil man who took her away that night_
He picked up me and her notebook slammed us into his truck
Please, God, I pray don't let him use me to write another dark shady list
Aughh!! I've been ripped from the ring of notebook
Gripped by the aggressive, hateful man
Almost broken by his powerful muscles
The notebook's metal binder pulled and bent out of shape
He with evil and hate etched into the lines of his face, clicks
My point comes out into the darkness of night
Please don't let my ink flow onto the pages so pure and white
The writing begins but the ink doesn't flow smoothly upon the tip
Rope
Duct Tape
Hacksaw
Shells//sputtered ink refusing to write
P
The pen with heart aching is thrown far away landing in a dark corner of this room's evilness
I'll never be caressed by the poetess again
Please God don't let him kill her when he returns
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Written: September 24, 2015
Too much TV watching ID, Dateline, Lt. Kenda, etc.
People mourn, gather around and pay homage when someone dies.
I see the soul’s craving for solace.
The most precious, last opportunity, last moment, with the soul to say good bye.
Just thinking! What would I do after I die?
Hey!
Don’t mourn when I die,
If you feel that we had a strong tie!
I promise you, I’ll be with you, throughout your life.
I’ll always be your true aide,
Even though, I would live in the skies!
I know, you love me the most,
So, I would prefer to be a ghost!
I envy the birds, when they fly so high,
I would definitely float for hours in the sky!
May be sometimes, I would dive deep down in a sea,
On a ship, with a whale, on the rocks,
Corals and shells and pearls, to see them all – I’ll be free!
Snow capped mountains, water fountains deep inside dense forests,
Continents, countries, beautiful caves, endless places to see before I rest!
I’ll wake you up every morning,
Together we will go for jogging!
I will be with you, Where ever you go!
With help and support ...I am sure, you know!
There’s just this worry and heart wrecking plight,
That we’ll still share our emotions,
Will always be together, still would never unite!
I would miss the hugs and feud and never-ending chats,
I would miss my friends, siblings, my mom and dad!
There’s lot more to say,
But let’s wait for the day!
Promise me that, when I die,
There shall be no sigh,
Else, I will also cry!
Kin
by Michael R. Burch
for Richard Moore
1.
Shrill gulls,
how like my thoughts
you, struggling, rise
to distant bliss—
the weightless blue of skies
that are not blue
in any atmosphere,
but closest here ...
2.
You seek an air
so clear,
so rarified
the effort leaves you famished;
earthly tides
soon call you back—
one long, descending glide ...
3.
Disgruntledly you grope dirt shores for orts
you pull like mucous ropes
from shells’ bright forts ...
You eye the teeming world
with nervous darts—
this way and that ...
Contentious, shrewd, you scan—
the sky, in hope,
the earth, distrusting man.
Originally published by Able Muse
MONOTETRA: Each stanza contains four
lines in monorhyme. Each line is in
tetrameter for a total of eight syllables.
What makes the Monotetra so powerful as
a poetic form is that the last line contains
two metric feet, repeated.
STRUCTURE:
Line 1: 8 syllables; A1
Line 2: 8 syllables; A2
Line 3: 8 syllables; A3
Line 4: 4 syllables, repeated, A4, A4
A Beach Lagoon
Gorgeous day, it's mid afternoon
Bored, looking for something to do!
Oh, I was just invited to
A beach lagoon, a beach lagoon
Crystal blue waters, ease my mind
Unleashing my creative side
Poetic versus organized
Time to unwind, time to unwind
White sand like silk between my toes
Makes me want to rip off my clothes
Keep on my mesh shorts I suppose
I stand in pose, I stand in pose
Many shells like the angel wing
Skipping the waves, flat rocks I sling
Sun tan is beginning to spring
The pain it brings, the pain it brings
Intoxicating scenery
Secluded from society
Just me, myself and poetry
Feeling set free, feeling set free
Sun starts to fade, the moon appears
Just about bringing me to tears
This day has quickly disappeared
Now in my rear, now in my rear!
Jared Pickett
4/19/2012
Form:
Throughout life, you collect friends like pretty stones.
Eventually you may end up with a pocket full... or not.
As life goes on, the number of stones fluctuates.
Depending on circumstances, like death and so on,
Some stones make you sink, some make you light.
When you express political opinions, stones surely will collide.
Keeping opinions to yourself. The number of stones usually rises
Everyone is afraid to speak their mind, poisoning the silence.
Now we're greatly divided by...
elephants-v-asses
class-v-class
life-v-death
wall -v-sanctuary
guns-v-gun-less
natural resources-v-nature
Life -v- death
no dope-v- more dopes
nationalize-v-globalize
for certain it'll never end...
It's about time I cut a hole in my pocket.
Release some ballast-swim off to my island.
Start a fresh collection of sea glass and shells.
Invite things that smile and make pretty music.
Dimmed Eyes crack their shells first.
You rise up in the half light of a fading moment.
This is the plane – wait, tie a rope
hitch it to a trading places moment.
When you passed away
leaving a layer of makeup and clothes strewn
upon a tilting floor
the mind went wandering on its own,
it returns now with the debris it found
loosely bundled into a persona.
Twist some knots into memory.
Plan a-head, then insert body
as an Allen key does into the right
socket.
Be sure to leave your big red heart plug
jammed tightly into this matrix of
electrified reality.
Loose ends can dangle for a while.
You’re within a workable shape now,
you’re fingers in a glove.
Time to shuffle self-consciously
from behind the lens,
let eyes see what no other being can see,
for your hand-made once more,
spun-out into an opaque silk by mind-moths
and now can fly blind
utterly unnoticed.
Rule # 0: We alone write the Rules (and We use them as tools when We murder the ‘mules’)
Rule # 1: Our Intentions are torqued (double Standards well forked as Our Wars are uncorked)
Rule # 2a: what We do defines Legal (no need to inveigle, decrees the Bald Eagle)
Rule # 2b: yes, Our Rules are The Rules (and those rules not Our Rules are de facto not Rules)
Rule # 2c: for Our Rules make Our might (the blind see it’s alright and sleep tight through the night)
Rule # 3a: yes, Our word must suffice (and will surely be nice, laced with sugar or spice)
Rule # 3b: never dare throw the dice (or to be more concise, never think once or twice)
Rule # 3c: simply take Our advice (which is but a small price to avoid sacrifice)
Rule # 4a: once We’ve come We’ll be staying (midst shells ricocheting, and bodies decaying)
Rule # 4b: night and day We’ll be preying (ignoring the slaying, no need to be praying)
Rule # 5: homegrown press heeds The Rules (helping fire Our fuels, by convincing the fools)
Rule # 6: ‘ebon black’ is Our white (definition of ‘light’ in the dead of the night)
Rule # 7a: We’re the cops of the world (with Our justice well hurled, when Our arms are unfurled)
Rule # 7b: if We lose, ‘lose’ means WIN (being experts at spin, need We twirl it again?)
Rule # 8a: what they think theirs, is Ours (’cause We’ve got all the powers to plant them ’neath flowers)
Rule # 8b: so WE loot where We like (and if need be WE strike, thus enriching Our reich)
Rule # 8c: Our invasions? defensive (for allies expensive, with sanctions intensive)
Rule # 9a: We can kidnap at will (and if need be We’ll kill, while the mocking birds trill)
Rule # 9b: yes, We kill when We chose (in Our faraway coups, where We’ve nothing to lose)
Rule # 9c: and We take ’cause We’re needy (and they? ’cause they’re greedy, which seems kinda seedy)
Rule # 10a: join Our new ‘Bored of Peace’ (thereby helping Us fleece; Our pale palms need the grease!)
Rule # 10b: costs a billion, not more (supporting the war for the company store)
Rule # 11: best abide by Our Rules! (else We cut off your jewels and feed you Our stools)
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
Sad fragrances wafted through a full-moon glow.
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
Fateful frozen fractions upheave and overthrow.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Sooty stardust dies in sepia shells amid the deluge.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
In hazel, the undertones of the hyacinth refuge
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
A surge of orioles besotted the wishing tassel.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Behemoth of a fading oasis darts into the dim hustle.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
rain-washed phony grins, doomed by lights in the sky.
Melt in a hazy cherry glow and fit you alike a glove.
Gilded steel smiles and sighs under the moon high.
Lone souls dance with my spirit in the realm of love.
Languishing within seed was a gigantic tree,
interned through genetic code by the almighty,
furtive, stay buried, to withstand time’s vagary,
ever can human tasks equal this mystery?
streams of ants, leaf flags,will not pause till job done!
Moon shines bright and white, travels over dark night sky,
year recounts seasons as earth spins around the Sun,
streaks of lights like meteors, stop! admire! firefly!
tiny pollens make fruits, invite bees with nectar!
eggs with flimsy shells! but withstand a heavy storm!
rivers hold million lives, flowing miles, mountains far,
innumerable are these wonders out us to charm!
each of us like specks of dust in this universe,
souls unseen tied to God, creation so diverse!
2nd placement
written 05/Dec/ 2020
reformatted to 12 syllables for the contest! 12/12/2020
Life’s Mysteries acrostic poetry contest
John Hamilton sponsored
14 lines with abab, cdcd, efef, gg 12 syllables each line!
Deposits of shells, pebbles and seal bones left behind
by the ocean
There is life inside this cave such as small solid drips of gold
barely the size of a thumbnail;
Although they are part of the most amazing formations,
still they cannot tell the exact age of this cave
Part of a fascinating human and geological history
it is recognized as a significant and important Australian treasure
it is believed to have been exposed by the constant pounding of the ocean
Over time the sea has retreated leaving behind a cavern of interesting
treasures...
such as shells, pebbles, and seal bones,