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In an Old West Town of no repute
Came a rider on a horse as if in hot pursuit.
Into the saloon he ran and shouted aloud
"BIG RED'S COMIN' "...which brought down a shroud.
Out the doors and windows they were flying
Even some sturdy men were seen leaving crying.
So now there was dead silence to be heard
With only a small man behind the bar, shivering and scared.
The huge figure came riding on the back of a Buffalo
No saddle needed, for this gunfighting pro.
A thick stubble covered most of his face
And the oversized sombrero keeping the sun in its place.
Double bandoliers crisscrossed his chest
Which was so swollen, you could not see his vest.
Two big revolvers hung at his hips
While the scowl spelled doom as he pursed his lips.
The big spurs clanged "KA-CHING", "KA-CHING" as he crossed the wood
Then stopped abruptly as before the saloon doors he stood.
With one fell swoop they came unhinged
As he came through and the barkeep cringed.
"Gimme a Whiskey" he said to the guy
Who was afraid to move, let alone try.
The big man reached across the bar and grabbed his throat
Bouncing him off the walls and ceiling as if he were a coat.
He threw him back behind the bar to his dismay
And repeated himself, "I said Gimme a Whiskey"!
With shaking hands the barkeep put a bottle up
Watching and cowering like a poor little pup.
Grabbing the bottle with little more than a frown
He broke it open on the bar and "GULP", "GULP", "GULP", the contents went down.
A big slurp could be heard as he wiped his face on the sleeve of his shirt
Quiet at last, and no one really got hurt.
In his frail little voice you could hear the barkeep say
"DDOOO YYYOOOU WWAANT ANNNOTTHERR?"
The Big Man answered, "Nah, I Gotta Go...I Heard 'BIG RED'S' Comin' This Way"!
Must be a story of a shivering body, with so high a fever!
An agonizing pain, helpless soul, a daydreamer forever!
Let us talk... let us walk together with the common goal of peace
Although freedom of oppressed land is a myth of forgotten bliss.
Should I tell you about those toiling hands of a craftsman, a magical scene?
Though I know, art is intricate and misunderstood, perception seems obscene
Or, should I tell you about the tremendous tale of a boy, simple, brown tone?
Life, there, thriving in colors with all mystic shades, yet, a very unnoticed one.
Pleading to thee, through the silhouette of thy shadowy faith, in turmoil and pain
When will I see the immaculate beauty of that bright horizon, or, will I, ever again?
Omen of a disaster chills me to the bone. Why life so vague, so much out of scope?
Ruins of a shattered glory are everywhere. Yet, you aspire to hold the eternal hope?
If I carry a burden inside, would you be kind enough to terminate the painful load?
A dilemma in a critic's hand, be a rather kind soul to erase the suffering and discord.
My friend, a soothing ray of eyes, an exact cause to rise against all the odds, then and now
Let me wipe my tears, lost the reason to shed so much, let me reach the spirit to fight for thou.
Must be a story of a shivering body, with so high a fever!
An agonizing pain, helpless soul, a daydreamer forever!
Scattered stories of us, like distant islands lying on a vast ocean, in deep blue.
Poetic verses with unfathomable beauty wander there in mysticism, without a clue
You may portray a rare glimpse of an undivided sky, a mirage on a tranquil, blue lake
You may recall a long-forgotten heart for the wishful heartbeat. One, for the other's sake.
Patience, an utter nuisance in the palette, could be the only remedy for a stain
And, after all, life could be a stanza about a white lily, a rare gift through all pain!
I'm growing weary marching on this road to Chancellorsville. It's hard not knowing what awaits as I top the next hill. Your picture in a locket, I keep next to my heart. It helps me not to feel alone while we are apart. I do not know what will come from this awful war, but I believe in the causes that we're fighting for. I think of you both day and night, I pray God keeps me strong. And when this war has ended, I'll find my way back home.
Today has left me hungry, depleted of supplies. Although my body's breaking down, I'm thankful I'm alive. I lay here empty, shivering, my body filled with pain. I cannot wait until the day I see your face again. Many now have fallen, but I must persevere, as when this war is ended, I'm coming home my dear. Until that day's upon us and you are in my sight, I hold to our undying love to see me through the nights. Please know my dear I love you whatever fate may hold. You're always in my heart and forever in my soul.
No rosebud should ever experience a seed of fear growing in them.
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Seed of Fear
A cryptic shadow slithers
Across a moonlit floor
Past tea parties, glass slippers
And naïve unicorns
Wearing feather boas
To reawaken a seed of fear
Deeply planted
By ashes in driving downbeats
Of thick moonbeams
That penetrates artless innocence
In a requiem for mercy.
Paralyzed in a coma of terror
A rosebud hears
The strident flute song mount
To sing an epitaph for stolen magic
As it bursts from its calyx
On rotting moonbeams
Sowing repeated ebony nightmares
By the full moon
That whirl and spin
In shades upon the ceiling
And like a thorn
The pulsing root sinks embryonic genes
Deep into shivering petals.
In satisfaction the shade withdraws
With skulking footsteps,
Oblivious to the rosebud’s tears,
Leaving pure petals wilted
In muffled agony
The callow flower’s story
Told in silhouettes
Of shadows on a moonlit wall
Each moonlit night
A ravished garden
Watered by mangled tears
A eulogy grows for ever after
In an epitaph for innocence
I see you standing there shivering and forcing a smile. I see you standing there looking at me for a while. I wasn’t sure that it was you so I kept staring to figure out who, but my eyes grows dim, and the grainy image on the screen that I could hardly see display a naked log leaning close to the wall with no branches except for some tiny sprouts on its head looking out at the dead.
It has been in the sun for a while so it’s white bark become brown and the tanned log crammed in a secluded space waited for an eternal cover. I wonder when this mystery will be over.
The rodents and the squirrel gather around and look at the log and frown and disappeared into their hole. Everything was quiet for a moment but the mongoose peeped out from the bush, looked furiously around created a frantic scene on the ground. It attacked a snake and wrapped it around its neck and both struggle to their venomous death.
I have often wondered what it would be like to be a diamond and walk on ice, living with the arctic and subarctic people from Serbia to Alaska all the way to Canada. I have often wondered what it would be like to live with the Inuit and Yupik, majority hunting food in the valley and plant grains when the weather is warm.
I would go hunting in the sun and water the roots with rum, and cover the naked log with animal skin to keep them warm and purge them from their sins .When the South Pole and the North Pole meet, the magnetic field will tremble under your feet and fire will burn in your gut and the ice will fall apart.
I wonder what it would be like to live in Greenland between the arctic and the Atlantic Ocean; we would comb through the icy waters every day stepping on ice sheet, feeding on eels and rice and eating Danish food as a monthly sacrifice.
Let’s go to the south to see what this mystery is all about, put on your best suite and dress in a good pair of shoes. Take a good look at the hydropower in the city and observe how the kinetic energy and the potential energy in the south are strong, they are walking together hand in hand and new business are rising up from the earth. But the North Pole is holding on and the cold temperature keeps trotting along. When will it be over?
HEAVEN IS A SPECIAL PLACE
In Honor of the Unborn
8/8/2023
A giggle Land where we cannot go.
0f pink fingers and crystal clear eyes
Forever azure springs and sunlit skies,
A place of talcum powdered souls.
Unaware, from this life, they were taken
God did create this oh, so special place.
Angels never let them know they were forsaken.
To keep a smile on their dear, tender infant faces.
Squeaky toys and cuddly, soft teddy bears.
Angel mothers do lullaby each newborn to sleep.
One day,with their Mommy,~ they might share
Meanwhile, in the still of the night, mothers weep.
Sleepless, they wonder, how is my child doing?
Their life always has a lost, dark empty space.
Does my baby need me, or is he just cooing?
The mother can ask for forgiveness and God’s grace.
But she wonders, very often what ‘s my baby playing?
You see, that is the story we are never told.
On her knees alone, each night, she is praying.
The Mother ages, lonely, shivering in the moonlit cold!
In the chambers dying salted wounds slowly weep
looking through the keyhole beholding darkness
touching cold chilling bites teeth
snarling growls within ache an animal of pain
Fingers of ice slither over one's soul
shivering the timbers feeling worthless
grabbing out gasping for light
clutching aimlessly at straws
A godless affliction inside
empty suffering cries wishing upon a star
believing on beauty on a cold dark night
growling murmurs within oneself
whispering in voices carried on the wind
Finding comfort in sadness
a fragile presence exists in an empty vessel
moonlight the host where shadows hover
clouding judgement hides the light of the sky
smiling through clouds haunted visions
creep inside shadows fears are realized
Distorted images dead mirror images
a chilling sacrifice of blood
gripping at the heart of beauty cries
a ghost suffering reaches out
strangely guarded in nightly whispers
clothed in grey rising out of the night
A reaper's knuckle echoes heavy
on chamber's door of mansion or mausoleum
knocking down the entrance to heaven and hell
a heart attacked fever rising chills subsiding
back and forth visions delirious
Running from a nightmare to capture a dream
holding hope in fingers of the imprisoned soul
once washed away in despair's tears
a stain of belief lingered
carried along on wings of the wind
Hidden in shadows waiting to whisper
painful voices masking truth cloaking beauty
hollow thoughts burn and scar
healing as time itself passes away
peaceful slumber now overtakes inner nightmares
Under lasting moonlight the stars keep promises
wishes granted as dreams come alive
dark clouds parting the pathway home
heaven's winds sail the vessel
rising upon crystal waves of white
fleeing the chains to freedom
turning silver key opening eternity's glow
clear light beautifully blinding
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
as soon as this coming Tuesday eyes aching see in steps physical structure very tiny sleeping animals don’t want wake up I know ill feeling! if wake those animals they’ll come last in the relay team tomorrow! step back back back hear forerunners immediate forefathers foremothers rock & roll rhythm & blues yipping
sighs great sighs of relief excuse myself split by some togged up angular-faced Romans & Greeks disguised hospital ancillary employees all carrying sleeping tents I pretend to catch fishies pretend line pretend hook invisible fish tastes like art paper balustrade looks shatter reel up up up invisible line stuff it
plant pot empty shivering he wants me to drop him overboard me mumble too much in classes & out & about angling anyone’s sympathy
outside one dollar store sniffy big cake dag retailer worker holding up her big bright finger at a flaking string bean customer holes deep in his head put back the bag of musk up against your lengthy & rounds or I’ll call the icky blue will you dig deeper he moans he opens his coat & pants nothing there no bag of musk & no lengthy or rounds she needs to take over all of it
all the way aisle large golden bell reciting prayers beside fake traffic signal cross arms at him start to fill up extreme annoyance/displeasure his pointless “formality” a waste total waste time his prayers! better off using instrument taping wind speed!
passing angles female & male characteristics some talking mobile phones advanced than should be one right angle says with scared wet eyes There’s just very little continuity in my life a reflex angle says in monotone Emphasis on me, no way a straight angle says annoyed only a bit Specify Repetition is my middle name & obtuse angle says proudly Show a Contrast Between Occurrences of Something is mine didn’t share with her take rest on pair of steel stands for aiding logs in a fireplace
next to me a flowering plant not in a pot roots exposed with gem mucus & rat flowers it points out I’m not interesting lively at all to make me both to give life to me I’d have to be electrocuted I go into a rage slap him onto the tile
Take me under your wing and recite me a lullaby
In the darkness I want to feel you pervading my every being
To listen to your heart beat along with mine
To caress your heart in my shivering hands
Please understand your heart is purer than mine
I can never withstand what your power is doing
As I beg you to allow me to kneel at your feet
To kiss and dangle in your modesty and honesty
There is no one to reside but you and me
In this dimming labyrinth of courtesy
I await you every day of my life
To hear your mere words slide from your royal lips
To hear you speak and to feel your touch
I would throw out very last inch of me
Just to have you here with me
What more could life have in store
For a girl like me, never to be adored
It is with tears that I beg you
To see me now earnestly longing you
I stumble on useless words of filth
Just to fall into your arms
I’m trying to escape these verses
They are tearing me apart and catapulting me far
My prince, please don’t leave me here
Inside the light of rigorous poetry
Kill me in hate or love me in this state
And free me from this prison
Recite me a sweet resonate lullaby
Let me rest in your bosom forever
And if my lashes turn up to you
May your majestic features only hold a smile
A giggle Land where we cannot go.
0f pink fingers and crystal clear eyes
Forever azure springs and sunlit skies,
A place of talcum powdred .souls.
Unaware , from this life, they were taken
God did create this oh , so special place.
Angels never let them knoew they were forsaken.
To keep a smile on their dear, tender infant faces.
Squeaky toys and cuddly, soft teddy bears
Angel mothers do lullaby each newborn to sleep.
One day, with their Mommy,~ they might share
Meanwhile, in the still of the night, mothers weep.
Sleepless, they wonder, how is my child doing?
Their life always has a lost, dark empty space.
Does my baby need me, or is he just cooing?
The mother can ask for forgives and God’s grace.
But she wonders,very often what ‘s my baby playing?
You see, that is the story we are never told.
On her knees alone, each night, she is praying.
The Mother ages, lonely, shivering in the moonlit cold!
5/12/2023
Dedicated to my Mother on her birthday., today.
Thank you , Mom, for allowing me to have a life!
Sometimes hard, but mostly years of sugar and
magificent spice!