Long Slanted Poems
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It wasn't grand,
this bell upon Ivy’s desk –
just hammered tin
nothing distinct,
a traveler's relic,
perhaps,
or bought for pennies
at the county fair.
No polished gleam,
no silvered tongue,
just simple weight
in weathered wood
it clung.
But when her hand,
thin-veined and strong
from chalk-dust,
ink,
and garden-loam,
reached out –
a stillness fell
across the room
like held-in breath.
Then came the tap:
a single, clear,
unhurried ping
that seemed too small
to hold such things.
Yet out it flew!
A silver thread
unspooling fast
across the dew-wet
pasture grass,
over the stile
where Billy paused
his milking-pail,
through orchard rows
where apples hung
like sleepy moons.
It skimmed the creek
where minnows flashed,
startled the crow
on the fencepost,
sailed past
farms
where hay
was baled…
It flew!
That tiny sound,
that humble ring,
had wings.
It called the freckled boy
still wiping sleep
from sun-shot eyes,
the girl whose braids
were barley-gold,
the quiet one.
It gathered them,
like scattered seeds
on shifting wind,
to this one room
schoolhouse
where maps unfurled
and numbers bloomed
and stories hummed
beneath the rafters,
warm and low.
The bell sat still.
Its work was done.
Just hammered tin
beneath the sun
that slanted through
the dusty pane.
But in its silence,
echoed plain:
the scrape of chairs,
the turning page,
the hopeful rustle
of a bygone age
being called –
not ordered,
summoned –
by a sound
that knew
its own small
but mighty
weight.
If you have a friend.
Protect them to the end.
They should have heard.
If you've given them your word.
Trust in their good will.
So that joy will never spill.
Out into the night.
Without warmth, without light.
You trust them to a fault.
Your buddy has sealed the vault.
If they break that trust.
Then your heart will surely rust.
Do not take them for granted.
This great wisdom is not slanted.
Teach them to honor and commit.
Never barter, never quit.
If they are proven wrong.
Forgive and sing a song.
For your life be ever long.
Niceness you should be.
Fill the world with harmony.
As the dew lies upon the grass
Like silver on the ring
And the fog coats the green pines
After last night's blowing rain
A sun rises below the gray
Bright shining hides the stars
Each plant awaits sun's strong rays
Reaching from somewhere afar
The trumpet vines' orange flowers
Make nectar for birds and bees
A waxy columbine attracts
Come feed on nectar please
All trump blossoms are not so sweet
Some produce smelly stink
But his charisma draws the crowds
A slanted speech in pink
The woody honeysuckle blooms
A rich aromatic scent
Its trumpet flowers draw hummers
Nectar abundant present
Devil's trumpet dark nectar draws
An unusual crowd
Those on moral decline hey come
Lilium formosanum shroud
Foxglove a deadly trumpet plant
Small doses gives heart rebirth
The show has gone on~on
I'd say we got our dollar's worth
The political campaign has been an ongoing show
Hey we got our one dollar campaign contribution's
worth..LOL
BLOODROOT
Before her celibacy meets its end,
her yellow hair doth shine, she is snow white.
So pristine clean, she hides her blush and seed -
a wild, pure flower, by the river slope.
Her rhizomic heart drum, in mystic beats,
can cause prince charming harm. Unarmed, he sleeps.
Alas! He has disrobed her virgin soil.
He played with crimson fire. Oh woe is he!
On slanted plot, his kingdom spoiled, he lays
his head - this poisoned crest. Thus touched by fair,
and tender root, unconscious lad has paid
the gold, for maid defiled. Her blood cries out!
7th Place
5/11/2017
Janice Canerdy’s Blank Verse poetry contest
Used: Personification
*Fire with one syllable
In my dark and twisted fantasy
Walk this path and sing with me
Through uncanny valleys
Dodging the volleys of Valkyries
Each word creates a universe
Tied to a black heart curse
You think you're frightened
And I can see your senses heightened
But this is my world
At your fingertips unfurled
This flat dimension I conceptualize
Maybe it can make you realize
That everything I perceive
Is what I could never conceive
Watch flowers blossom in the sky
A radiance so high
I can feel it in my soul
But for this brief happiness is a toll
And for every one smile I'll pay the price
Though you'd never think twice
And though my right eye is slanted
I can see straight to have the truth implanted
This dark and twisting road
Is filled with crude code
And to show you I risked it all
Knowing I've got to fall
Because I'm a broken man
Who never had a plan
I just wanted to know I was worth your time
Which might be my greatest crime
Because I've struggled with insanity
At the height of your vanity
Everything is crumbling
And I can hear the ground rumbling
All I wanted was for you to sing with me
My dark and twisted fantasy
Worry often goes in hand with love.
When all the dark clouds accumulate above.
When all your fears form a throng.
And you have that feeling something is wrong.
It seems natural to think that way.
When your imagination goes astray.
If they are ill or just late home.
Your worst thoughts start to roam.
Its time to step back and remember what’s real.
Don’t exaggerate what you feel.
If something manifests and really is wrong.
You will be needed to be very strong.
Worry and panic can undermine sense.
And work the wrong way, at your expense.
Feeling you’re buried? No you’ve just been planted,
Don’t let your thoughts get too slanted.
Remember what I read, just the other day.
Who wrote it I regret, it did not say.
Worry doesn’t remove tomorrow’s trouble.
It takes away today’s peace, on the double.
So if you wear the cap of a worry wart,
Its high time, a new hat you bought.
Answer each call, with hope you had a windfall.
Don’t listen if they say the sky will fall.
The good things outweigh the bad.
No time to be sad, there’s good times to be had.
If things go wrong and you get a bad news letter.
Your choice, you get bitter, or you get better.
Its all entirely up to you.
But worrying will never do.
When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight,
he sits in the midst of childhood confusion,
bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight,
crafting a castle from artistic vision
where secrets of his heart have unlocked windows;
letters and numbers, no longer mere shadows,
architecting comfort through mini figures
that masquerade ticking truth of lonely hours.
Dyslexic mind moulds an armored foundation,
lego became his true salvation through strife;
reflections of kismet, contrived with passion-
gilded courage framing the frailties of life,
tiny fingers breathe hope through rainbow colors,
whilst imagination carves profound pillars,
stacking the slanted canvas of dreams to rise,
as his strength towers beyond bluest of skies.
A Ger's Aware Stares
See the flicker flame duo dance,
Shabbos & Yom Tov mesmerance,
My eyes are stymied: Chosen to share life?
Apex companion she, gold circled wife,
Sighting elusive meaning, Torah wrestling,
Sage insights bring awe, humble reflective nestling,
Hebrew tears for mankind demand scoping,
Pleading prayers are such, not be vain our hoping,
The Divine is listening with eyes, fully attending,
Long vigils are not only ours, He waits, mending,
Sideways peripheral glances are all we are granted,
Due to Ego illusions, winds make upright slanted,
This Ger beholds that even tho' all seems inverted,
I'm grateful to be alive, married, and converted!
Written: January 08, 2025, For contest Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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Creeping softly through the iron gate.
I can't believe this has been my fate.
I stumbled into a faerie dance by chance
My stupor at their sight was truly a trance.
Lynx and fairy fly dart over the halcyon skies.
This rich fairy queen draws the world to her eyes.
Rarely seen on Earth, charm is planted to and fro.
Day or night, they are a sight to behold and glow.
I searched for heavenly beings in my quest.
With hymns and harp melodies to inspire zest.
My frail fantasies lingered, in ashes of my life.
Once adorned in flamboyant strife.
Joyfully singing a song of blessing for the crop.
Expressing themselves with the ethereal flop.
Their autumn magic will not be shattered.
They pirouette, their excitement is clattered.
Soon, I realized that I'd been whistling a long time.
The faeries' mesmerizing song was sublime.
I was instantly enveloped and sprinkled.
They now belong to the fairy dust, tinkled.
I have entered this world filled with the uncanny.
They've urged me to explore every nook and cranny.
My former house is gone; my fantasy was granted.
This turned into an avid day, as the light was slanted.
I climbed as my forefinger burned and scarred.
I felt a lightness flutter to my hips, marred.
To climb into desiccated ribcage cotta.
And my breath began a joyful cantata.
With emerald dragon curling through her hair.
The elfin maiden strokes his emerald tail.
And whispers incantations to the air.
That peace on earth will one day soon prevail.
Another storm commencing.
Crow is in frolic and frenzied mode.
Searching for another slanted piano.
Upsetting melody and rhyme once again.
I haven't fully recovered from prior precision strikes.
One more slash and the heart is below the waterline.
Please mind your business and pass me by,
Bullseye...you've landed on my keys once again.
Cork screwing the mind-laying black to the breeze.
Your nonchalant carnage is nearly complete.
Now you just linger to mock and to tease.
To place my last tear in your big bloody beak.
Please- please-please, for the love of God, just leave.