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Sit there, backs turned, Eyes Wired Shut, disconnected from your gut.
Thrusting back and thirsting forth, comes in the night.
Sniffing sleeping walking, head throbbing, bowels moving
To the rhythm of your heart pumping.
Silent mourning, red hot night but it’s not the knight that’s coming.
Pricked, poked and rubbed until the shameful betrayal and physical frenzy.
Frozen by the red hot burn of white stuff erupting.
Backs turned, eyes wired shut, disconnected from your gut.
Speech strangled, sore to swallow, why don’t you wonder what my mouth has seen.
Screaming pain going nowhere. Signs of agony everywhere.
Shaking hands, spirit shattered, will never find a piece again.
Please perhaps ponder?
Eyes wired shut, disconnected from your gut.
Ghosts hanging in your face. Held up by four, skin cold, cut down too late.
Trophies counted six feet under.
Disconnected from your gut.
Stench of innocence, reeks of guilt, but those around him bathe him well.
Slithered split tongues sitting on that slashing seesaw-like swords through butter, and with whispers like back stabbing knives.
Feeds and kneads their fallacies to grow in girth, fed by terror sucked from bodies with no hair, say no, no say.
Mouth wired shut.
Smoking tempers drinking frothy ice cold mixers. Open scabs festering under strobes.
Treading softly fearing toes, balancing on breakable shells. It’s no choice for those who know.
Your gut.
Reunion highs and lows. Don’t cry. Go.
Form:
The Tulips Curtain Call
The ground was dark and still in the farmers meadow,
The wind lay still, against the ground, silent and low.
He held his breath, tapping the ground, he waited, knowing,
something new was soon to grow.
The soil turned inside out, grumpy at the turmoil,
inside it now, new seeds did lay, would they be
both boy and girl?
The garden bed, lay long and proud in row's,
he knew what was to come, his wisdom knew the truth,
it would take all to work together, rain, wind and sun!
The sun he rose, day in and out, as the wind mourned a gentle sad song.
The rain did softly pitter patter, every evening, on and on.
The wind took his place as the ground grew warm, she would greet them soon.
Days into weeks, the soil did shiver and excitement mounted,
The wind, threw off his mournful cloak, intrigued by what he saw,
he played with little shoots, that showed, by the lighting of the moon.
As weeks grew on, the sun soon started to turn,
the wind anxious at the chill,
they needed to come, quickly now,
before the ground grew cold.
Tough little green stems beating their way,
pushing hard against the stone, finally breaking
at the light of the day.
Hooray, such cheer, to see the little green troops
the bed so proud at the work he had done.
The ground whispered to the wind, the creatures they did chatter,
the announcement of their glorious bloom, was the subject of the matter.
Eventually the day, the sun did smile,
the wind raced to and fro,
up and up the shoots strong and proud,
to announce the Tulips show.
One, two, three and four,
a hush came over the garden once more.
Silence as once again breathe was held,
she lifted her bulb and opened her petals
announcing she was born.
Our Tulip laughed as she sang out loud
her wonderful morning song.
She woke the others, and they too greeted the wind and sun.
The meadow alive and washed in colour, Tulips as jewels of red, blue, yellow and more.
What a sight, what a sound, what a delight to see, the Trumpets curtain call.
Name: Chantelle Smith
Date: 17 August 2020
In the grove of life, where the fields of time were greening with beginnings,
I spotted you, the naked shadow, a birth from the depth of the holy nothingness.
You crossed its silent threshold, coming with empty hands at dawn,
Unveiling yourself of the shroud of non-being, watched over by stars and the moon.
You embraced the universe, armed with only a pure soul,
In the pilgrimage toward the final silence, you will step again disarmed.
And I ask you, sister or brother in fate, whence come these cold chains?
Why plant nettles and thorns in the garden that was gifted to us pure and untainted?
In the ephemeral dance of being, all gold and silver dissolve into the illusion of time,
All palaces and thrones, sandcastles beneath the waves of vast oblivion.
The only currency that weaves across Styx embraces a finer essence,
A shared love, compassion speaking through deeds, a mirror still awaiting a response.
Ah, pride and vanity, dragons that steal the light from your eyes,
They plunge you into the shadow of a self beached on shores of disillusionment.
But the beauty of life woven in humility and kindness,
Rises like a phoenix from the ashes of falsehood, soaring toward true glory.
We will leave behind only echoes of that breath-song,
With a melody sung in acts of love, in the souls of those who remain to hum along.
This will be the mark, vibrating into eternity, a divine resonance,
The legacy that will cross the threshold, between earth and skies, to be followed with reverence.
And in the margins of time, when departure sends its envoys,
You will part, justly, with empty hands and a heart full of blessings.
The naiads of your eyes sealing the unseen tale left behind,
You remain the symphony of forgiveness, the harmony of celestial love, eternal through giving.
What turn once a brave to coward
If not intimidation
What kills the moral of the brave
To turn cold and stay silent
If not intimidation
What keep the people
Quietly in fear
If not intimidation
What drives the poor insane
Yet he cannot say how he feels
If not intimidation
Our government intimidates
The hell out of us in Africa
We could hardly say what we want
Our mouth has no paddocks
Yet we cant speak
Speech is free
But not with this intimidation
All this men on black and black intimidates the hell out of our right
Openly they exort money from the poor on the streets
Openly they shoot at them too
Yet none can act
Either can everyone defend their right
All cursed by intimidation
Our law keeper intimidates us
How can you arrest a person
Who don't know the law
How could he know the law when
He got no means to
Was it his or her fault not to go to school
Or rather can they be blamed of the corruptions that stop all they could enjoy and instead let them to confussion
Yet none can act
All just because they are intimidated
Intimidation
Is what we get after our votes
Intimidation Is what they offer to us
After they get to power
Is like it runs in their blood to always intimidate us
Is like it runs in our blood to accept it and live as cowards
It been happening so long before I came on earth
This intimidation Is so common in
Africa and where Africans are found
World wide
It comes in different ways with different systems
We always fear the unknown
Just for them to always have their ways
Intimidation Is the root of our fears
For we know the truth
We see their lies
Yet their intimidation
Ties us so tight to their trees of
Illussion
Where it fruits are fears
#Her_unique_story
From a distance, my thoughts provoked, gazed in with deep mesmerization, saw only the fine linens God had embroiled her silky soft texture with, forgot that she too was human before all, so many stories her archive posses, I chose only to hear the tales which would make my heart twinkle,
but she had a story in particular, the uniqueness I have heard of, now honoring my presence, a unique story she carried, in all the soft edges of her voluptuousness, got lost in her voice, it was a question she asked but my ears consumed only melodies, a melting pot of my attention, liquidized before my eyes, after a while realized I was been spoken to, oh! Heaven have mercy,
a beautiful rose, her name recites, I heard rockets blowing out of my eardrums, after effects of her voice, so ***** I fell upon my knees, attacked by her attraction, felt and filled her presence with my magical touch, automated smiles running flawlessly on her facial, knew my codes, were granted access, indeed met a female dinosaur and she gave me a fire conversation,
her story broke, its a yesterday she had, chaining her to step any further from it, a smile turning sour, with one eye as a passing hose from her bleeding soul, filling her lenses, the mood dims, reaches some climax so up raptly, forced to provide tissue words,
a bond germinates, her story stirs hidden emotions, wondering why though, answers at no avail, some wind blows wisdom and understanding to my sense, and I say "if not you, who then?
Her story woke my silent demons, intrigue fills my heart, how so beautiful being goes through such, realised the beauty in her trauma, my art eye spots, all the drawing her yesterday contributed in making her the ornament I just can't get enough of,
pain indeed beautified her unique story, the freckles on her face, so perfectly placed, making her all uniqueness dazzling for the public to admire, a plain evidence that her story is unique, her unique story
#Poetic_Ink
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Placement: Second
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"The clouds parted
like the pursed lips of desire".
Rains then poured out
like held-back tears of anger,
shedding emotions from the sky
like a recently heartbroken damsel.
The raindrops beat on the rusty roof—
a drum that only children could dance to.
But they danced not in the house,
but right there on the streets
where they stripped to their underpants,
and some even totally naked.
They danced, ran, sang, and even swam
in the puddles formed by the rain’s sorrow.
The rain cared not.
It poured like hot fluid in a container
with built-up, overwhelming anger,
warning parents to tell their children
to stop daring its wrath, now like wildfire —
getting out of control and ready to destroy.
An hour later,
the rain was already fulfilling its promise
of destruction and causing sorrows—
it pulled roofs off,
made cars swim
to faraway water bodies
that turned them to ships
that only ghosts could ride in.
And when the sky fell silent,
a hush drowned the streets.
No more laughter. No more song.
Only memory lingered —
of dancing feet and naked joy,
and a silence too loud to bear.
THESE ARE OPEN(organic) VERSES using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretation unique to the moment
FIXTURES
pulses
of
latticed
fantasy
extraordinary
perspectives
allusions
in
reassuring
constructed
shadows
an
invisible
perpetual
niche
purpose
filled
with
grace
unquestioned
SERENITY
a silent
rhythm
a relaxing
ritual
the
solitude
uninterrupted
thoughts
instinctively
grasped
so
fragile
&
translucent
in
unspoken
rites
lightness
evolved
imperceptible
&
wistful
Old tree...
Down at the middle of the vale
Telling tales of an ancient people
And their lore
Around are hilly peaks
Silent in the disquiet below
And just a little while,
The rain will come;
Crawling and calling,
Crashing...
In torrents,
Seeking all true natures disciples
And paint the land in refreshing ink
With morning dew and a green swathe
Wild flowers don't bloom here
But I see the green just as pink,
Just as yellow and just as sweet
Its just a little closer to heaven
They will charge you a dollar
For some water or Cola
As they wait on you, in soft velvet collars
And to behold such beauty
Is not about profit
No one ever pays to get to heaven
Still...
Old tree telling tales of an ancient time
When lions roamed and roared
And herdsmen trembled for their flock
A time when there were no roads
And heaven was full mosquitoes and disease
Old tree..
Swallowed up in a sea of traffic lights
I shut my eyes a moment, heart and thoughts
entwined, Lord shine a little light
Like a film roll my thoughts swirl around
Looking up I gaze and come to a stop
Red Yellow and Green.
A small town girl happy and free
Little town lights do you remember me?
I always loved you or so pure and true
I come once again little light
please help me I’m feeling blue.
The lights are the silent tears rolling down my cheeks
The lights are the kisses that I feel
on my skin a cool breeze
The lights are my family and friends I miss them so
The lights were always on if only I looked into my core.
Little light take away my dread and give me hope
Light my way and help me cope
Pour your light into the cracks of my soul
I can see a glow with a small flicker
I know you well, let me rest in your wicker.
The Light
Regina Mclntosh
Date: 12.12.2020
The bars are barricade,
Fears echoing in deep solitary,
Hold your ground in life's parade,
Hide in isolation for this is history.
My tender throbbing heart loves hope,
But she's packed and leaving down the slope,
No one is asking her to stay,
Not even the pope for her did pray.
I watch the streetlights flicker low,
While silent prayers refuse to grow,
The windows rattle with the rain,
And every night feels just the same.
If hope should ever turn around,
I'll meet her where the lost are found,
Till then I'll guard this fragile light,
And write her name into the night.