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Before reaching the crossroads
Where division rises above sea-level
Compelling you to look sideways-
-Up, down, back and forth
While trying to knock on stream of doors
Looking for answers without questions;
So, turning into a seeker
Attempting to enter new phase
By only making the right choices;
Hence, beginning before the crossroads
Where spheres cross one another
Change becoming inevitable
Colours mixing without mixer,
And fire burning without choice
Awakening one's consciousness-
-Suppressed by pride and ignorance-
Sinking everything before the eyes
A world falling apart,
Sending clear signal
For everyone to rise and do it
Before reaching the crossroads
Live
Fugitive!
Nearest relative.
We come close consecutive.
In light you appear dark, selective
and follow as disciple, protective.
In dark you flee being active,
Shadow sensitive,
Reactive.
Live!
Wow!
‘My shadow,
Come close and follow.’
May be long, short, wide, narrow,
As light with me be able to allow,
Sideways, back, front, diagonal below.
It will flee as dark will grow.
Light and dark play so,
come and go.
Wow!
Thrive!
Fugitive!
Since I am alive.
In bright light you will survive.
You are ready to flee, I believe,
waiting for dark to bid bye and leave.
Hide and seek in day and eve.
Dark makes you passive.
Fugitive!
Thrive!
it be late at night
but the urge feels right
for an early dawn write
at the push of a button
not quite all of a sudden
mind vapors are put in
all the right places
to slow up the paces
and see what's been faceless
these past many months
despite the sighs and grunts
to log in the soup of poetry stunts
where one can build castles
without all the hassles
of computer program rascals
their logic of contexts and contents
a constant of restraints
that somehow just stinks
up down and sideways
nights and days
trying usual and imaginary ways
to log on then today
an email came this way
what happened i can't say
things just went right
this odd saturday night
my butterfly...now...in flight
stan sand
A ripened plum, still warmed to touch
and taste of summer sun.
Half ripe tomatoes, breathed with greenhouse opened door
before the senses gather more when picked,
firm at first, then squelched between the lips
shooting sideways, some dribbled pips.
Cherries, on their wishbone stalks,
give stolen pleasure sweet and brief,
just in reach on shady summer walks where overhanging branch
holds ruby treasures for the cherry thief.
Skylark, a solitary speck in cloudless sky
seen when lying in the meadow flowers,
so high, so hard to see with naked eye,
yet clear to ear while lazing passing hours,
and with closing eyes, as if nearby.
Summer breeze, teasing face with whisps of hair.
Bare arms, bare legs tickled in the waving grass,
seduced by soft caress,
summer's touch of gentle stroking air.
Muscles loose and eyelids rest.
Breath breathes in and breath breathes out,
and, with every parting breath, leaves last remaining care.
Fifth season, where nothing happens
my entire outlook, all but gone
No winter, summer, fall, or spring
mother nature’s, totally withdrawn
Abandoned earth, a withered sky
magnetic field, finally succumbs
Rotation stagnant, orbit decaying
and a moon, replaced by the numb
On a rogue planet, drifting alone
across the wilderness of space
A cinder block, without an ember
caught in, event horizon embrace
Oh come what may, singularity
headlong, sideways, no reverse
Fast tracked, slowly to oblivion
black holes make sense, if perverse
Folds of time, overlap all around
smooth and crumple, entwines
In the vortex, I give myself freely
to infinity, the SAD combines.
#Seasonal Affected Disorder# = SAD
The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
11/03/22
With bolt-cutter they destroyed the gate
And they rammed their way through the door
The ones that dictate the fate
Like those religious wars before
"Please,that's my papa, I love him!"Cried the child
While hugging the leg of the man of doom
The man in bonnet ice-cold wild
Locked the child in the bathroom
"Please sir give him a chance,a chance to change,
Cried the wife, in Jesus name sir, in Jesus name!"
Hugging her husband tight, yet it is strange
That a conscience is incapable of shame
The man with a gun swiped her head sideways instead
To keep her away from harm
Pressed the muzzle to her husband's head
Two shots, and he died in her arms..
*Tokhang- is a current popular slang word in the Phillipines which means killed by a policeman's visit.
Form:
Eloquent design turned sideways fast
On dark matters rise to the cosmic dawn lost
Leads to a plane point invisible along its orbit
A path shattered by a blast from futures light
Coplanar lines remain the same
With weight, particles escape, into oblivion beyond all doubt
Bubbled up from foreign origins, they explode into the calm
The ones left over from other universes emerge on altered states
Lift the ecliptic declining into nothing as circles die
Beyond that, by definition, light carries on with beams delightful
Changing properties by quark conversion
Along the vast divide celestial spheres appear
The basis for the ecliptic coordinated system
Planets move with indifference about the void
On other worlds time goes by then slides into the darkness
Not to be surprised at finding clues under the silent moon
Just setting with the cryptic sun below the downed horizon
Many do not love my direct way
They shy from the truth
many just loved my looks
in my happy youth
some liked the achievements i had and wanted in on my fame
And some thought what I did for a living was kiddie stuff and kind of lame
So it's a conundrum you see, when you talk about me
It's up down sideways philosophy
I am never stagnant and forever growing
and the depth of who and what I am is possibility overflowing
I have walked through fire
and I am full of desire
And I create at the drop of a hat
and in minutes spit out a new artistic rap
My muse is now inside me
and fuels me from within
And my life is invigorated
I know I don't live by whim
Its purpose plan and accomplishment
which will drive my final goals
A story to tell the world
that as of yet was untold
And that my dear is a poem 12-4-23 Artimus (C) Susan Manley
It takes a long time for a tree to die.
Though its trunk be almost severed with the axe.
There was plenty of sap above
Then the leaves began to wither
and fall though it was spring time...
It takes a long time,to forget.
Not to remember
How to live.
First the tree stops growing.
It pauses,as if waiting for a message.
Then,as I said, the leaves turn brown.
It all takes time.Time to stop waiting
The leaves drop,then the smaller branches shrivel.
Humans also find that when ill, the hair may stop growing
And the finger nails.
We sacrifice the less important pieces of ourselves.
Even the most.
The small branches shrivel and dry out....
Yet the tree still looks alive.
Then gradually we notice it's drying out;
it's branches are parched and soon the trunk dries too.
It may split in places and insects make their home there.
It takes a long time before the trunk dies.
From the top down it dies.
The sap is too limited in quantity
To climb the trunk....
So the sap stays near the ground.
Eventually the whole tree seems dead
Yet in the roots there is still subterranean life.
The tree has died and is now brown and leaning a little sideways
No longer magnificent in display.
Time is all it needed
After the sharp cut...
And sometimes the roots are strong enough
To begin to send up new shoots
Another tree may grow..
I have seen that.
People ,of course ,die more quickly.
We have no roots.
And what of love,how does love die?
Like a tree,like a tree,like a tree.
Intro — Spoken
Funny how a few lines of poetry... can turn into something real.
Verse 1
Sweet girl… I scribbled down a line
Didn’t plan it — just spilled out in time
My pulse won’t quit, it skips a beat
Can’t tell if it’s your heart… or just my feet
You signed your name with just one star
And dotted the “i” like a shooting scar
Chorus
Sweet girl, you take my breath away
You somehow make the grey days fade
And I don’t know — is this all pretend?
Or something real we don’t have to defend?
Sweet girl… I’m trying to choose
But I’m fallin’ — yeah, fallin’ for you
Verse 2
I read your note out in the rain
The ink ran wild — kind of like your name
You wrote, “Love finds its way through haze”
I don’t know… but I’ve been stuck for days
Just the thought… of what you feel
It knocks me sideways — makes it real
Chorus
Sweet girl, you take my breath away
You’ve got that way of changin’ my days
So tell me now — am I just some muse?
Or are we both scared to really lose?
Sweet girl… don’t keep me confused
'Cause I’m fallin’ — fallin’ for you
Bridge
I’ve faked it once or twice before
But this one, girl… I’d fight a war
I’ve walked away when dreams got thin
But not this time — not if you let me in
Final Chorus
Sweet girl… I can scribble too
But every page still bleeds back to you
No clever twist, no last excuse
You’re not a dream — you’re not a muse
Sweet girl… you lit the fuse
And I’m fallin’… fallin’ — yeah, it’s true
I’m fallin’… in love with you
Outro Tag
Yeah, I’m fallin’…
Not just writing…
This time… it’s true.