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I hold it up again today; the world,
Pregnant with magical dimples
Of a child's reckless abandon,
And look at the face,
Then I look at the deep cut
And the pain it inflicted
I look back at the unpaid ransom,
The whips, hands chained to the back
Faces buried deep into the cold wall,
The so-called wall of the world, soaked
By the tears of our raped eyes.
I have seen the world through and through;
The sweet bitterness of living and dying,
The joyful agony of getting and losing;
The memories come clear like crystal
And the weak world whirls by unconsciously
Taking us down its untrodden alluvial depths
And scattering silence nearby and abroad:
Those are the world's worth!
Who amongst us does not have a story?
The world is killing us, thinking, perhaps
That there is sudden rebirth in each death
But those we lost are gone forever
And we bite our lips and rub our eyes,
Alas! Another phenomenon has been lost.
Like a cherished effigy
I hold it up again, the wild world
The nuance feeling surges like thousand waves
And I listen as different sharp sounds
Of cries, nay, moans pierce my ears,
The tears fall in torrents like a waterfall.
The earth, our unconcerned world is killing us,
Like little ants...it kills us with sledgehammer,
Hypothetical villain lurking by street corners
Waiting and waiting, almost impatiently.
But we love the world, and so much so
We cling to life, despite the odds
We want to live, love and be loved,
We want to experience and explore the depths.
We have been heart broken again and again,
And each time we heal,
We lick our wounds and clean our tears
Trying to protect our battered ego.
We hold it up again and again
Like a cherished effigy, smiling
Notwithstanding our heaps of unfulfilled dreams,
Our not-to-clear future, our unheard cry-cracked voices,
Despite the rigours of the trite rituals
Of our religions, our creeds, our norms;
Despite the guns, the bombs, the blades
That cut us clean and shatter our unborn hopes,
We still cuddle our earth like a cherished effigy
Dressed to pattern by virgin children
While it takes us down one after another
Jubilantly like a well trained military marksman.
Alas! Another phenomenon has been gone.
I hold it up again today; the world,
Pregnant with magical dimples
Of a child's reckless abandon,
And look at the face,
Then I look at the deep cut
And the pain it inflicted
I look back at the unpaid ransom,
The whips, hands chained to the back
Faces buried deep into the cold wall,
The so-called wall of the world, soaked
By the tears of our raped eyes.
I have seen the world through and through;
The sweet bitterness of living and dying,
The joyful agony of getting and losing;
The memories come clear like crystal
And the weak world whirls by unconsciously
Taking us down its untrodden alluvial depths
And scattering silence nearby and abroad:
Those are the world's worth!
Who amongst us does not have a story?
The world is killing us, thinking, perhaps
That there is sudden rebirth in each death
But those we lost are gone forever
And we bite our lips and rub our eyes,
Alas! Another phenomenon has been lost.
Like a cherished effigy
I hold it up again, the wild world
The nuance feeling surges like thousand waves
And I listen as different sharp sounds
Of cries, nay, moans pierce my ears,
The tears fall in torrents like a waterfall.
The earth, our unconcerned world is killing us,
Like little ants...it kills us with sledgehammer,
Hypothetical villain lurking by street corners
Waiting and waiting, almost impatiently.
But we love the world, and so much so
We cling to life, despite the odds
We want to live, love and be loved,
We want to experience and explore the depths.
We have been heart broken again and again,
And each time we heal
We lick our wounds and clean our tears
Trying to protect our battered ego.
We hold it up again and again
Like a cherished effigy, smiling
Notwithstanding our heaps of unfulfilled dreams,
Our not-to-clear future, our unheard cry-cracked voices,
Despite the rigours of the trite rituals
Of our religions, our creeds, our norms;
Despite the guns, the bombs, the blades
That cut us clean and shatter our unborn hopes,
We still cuddle our earth like a cherished effigy
Dressed to pattern by virgin children
While it takes us down one after another
Jubilantly like a well trained military marksman.
Alas! Another phenomenon has been gone.
"SHE'S HERE!!!....SHE'S HERE!!!"
This waiting is murder!........Even though I will be seeing her shortly.
Anticipation has already reduced me to well beyond that substance called jelly in that full bowl!
I am beyond those pliable timepieces in a Salvador Dali masterpiece. In comparison they are standing straight up! I literally melt like the witch in the "Wizard Of Oz!"...I become a puddle!...A PUDDLE!!!...right where I'm standing!
I am thoroughly surprised that I am even able to write this with the beyond the realm of human hearing "BOOM-BOOM" sledgehammer poundings of those thousands of bass drums in my heart!
I wonder if she even knows what happens to me when I see her???
We literally run to each other with our arms wide open in full abandon with her knowing that I am going to sweep her off of her feet and we are going to spin and turn and turn and spin in a pirouette duet that does not even have a near relative in ballet!....and she does do ballet...I've witnessed her classes!
She will call me "that specially wonderful name" she has reserved only for me and it is the name that melts my entire being beyond any recognition of being a man...A STRONG MAN!
OH!!!....OH!!!....
There she is!!!....
THERE... SHE... IS!!!
She sees me!!!....
SHE SEES ME!!!
The heck with standing still.
I CAN'T!!!
My feet automatically go into warp speed overdrive! I'm running towards her making the speed of light look snail-ish with it's super slow pace!!!
She's calling me!!!....SHE'S CALLING ME!!!
She's calling me that "wonderful" name she has anointed me with as she runs so quickly towards me with her blinders on!!!
SHE'S HERE!!!...SHE"S FINALLY HERE!!!
"PAW-PAW!!!......
She's screaming.....out loud!!!
"PAW-PAW!!!......
Everyone's head has turned to look at her!!!
"PAW-PAW!!!......I'M HERE!!!
My three year old granddaughter has arrived!!!
Cruel agony!!
The brazen breath of your holy anticipation… writhing…conniving…
I am spent… so, so spent….
Terrified of your superior countenance, I crush these words in the mortar of your eyes closed tight
Good eye, black eye…. averting side to side
Where is this mess taking me next?
Tantalizing fury!!
Your fingers clasp about my throat, astonishing the gods on high
I have never seen the angels so irresolutely fly!
Bite me and let it be over!!!
This pain I have inflicted upon you is far beyond my conception
The ink being squeezed from me in tasty inception
Your teeth sinking in me and pulling….stretching like liquid elastic
The less of me makes certain of my love for you—so drastic
Your breathing mightier, more intentional, strove in the soles that tread for eons!
You have me dancing on your razor-sharp ledge…
The sledgehammer waiting for the moment you make your pledge
Testify!!! Or die…
Cringing, singing, dormant in disparity
My words strive so illusively, vainly for clarity
Smoothing the edge of your lips— two swords that clash
I hasten within the slit to the tongue that dares such confirmation…
You are my only,
Without you, I am so very lonely..
Look at these tears feverishly fall
When truth denies the wretchedness of your livid calls
In futile reserve, it seems I have made my mark
Misery is central in this looming, squirming dark
You devour my mind’s passions until all that remains is yours
And for a moment, I allow the rehabilitation of your force
AGONY…..cruel AGONY….
Hold onto me, again
I have dulled those swords, the entrance to your mouth
So that when they pierce me again,
I will fall to the earth with no doubt…
And you will penetrate me with all of your strength,
You will utter your love to me again,
Then I will close my eyes in peace,
And the gods can again breathe…
Thoughts and words cannot be reconciled
In the tunnel I'm locked
Echo of mortal words
and the footprints of the killer
Spiders and hordes of bats
Although I am inviolable, death is stronger
I can not fight against the power of darkness
in this criminal underworld
Raw and intense - brutal realities
Trapped in my own body
Closes my eyes and disappears into my own existence
I realize the pitiful truth
The sledgehammer hits harder and harder
An ice cold, psychopathic killer
The head and the heart will so gladly accept
this indescribably ruthless pain
The past and the future are killed
I hope the shadows never find me
____/____ let my soul rest
until we meet again
28/01/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Murder in the Tunnel Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
3rd place in the contest
Dear Mr president
I seem to be in a spot of bother,
Would you please grant me a pardon
before you depart the oval room,
Seeking a change of reality
I ran away and joined the circus
well actually it was more a sideshow
Ringmaster said I’d fit in better with the midget contortionist,
however I was drawn towards the Siamese triplets,
joined together at their knees and elbows since birth
We got up to all sorts of hi jinx and Shenanigans life was great,
til the one in the middle decided to leave our troupe,
Me being their best friend they asked would I do the separation,
eager to help them I agreed to perform the operation
Not having a clue about surgery
I decided to knock them out with a sledgehammer
borrowed from the strongman,
and use the knife throwers sharpest blades,
I butchered them remorselessly for hours,
was a very difficult operation,
but wholly satisfying for me anyway,
Unfortunately but not unexpectedly,
the middle one suffered the most cuts and bled out pretty quick,
the other two died days later in multiple beds,
I was put in some hospital for the criminally insane,
and doped up to my eyeballs on potent medication,
actually settled in quite nicely here,
Worse part though is I had a fantastic combover like yours
now they shave my head every other day
Some say they’ll never let me out,
only occasionally do I think of going on killing rampages,
I’m not getting on to well with the parole board, “mostly democrats”
but hope to marry the midget contortionist, on our next imaginary visit,
The circus was disbanded, shortly after,
and they all live on welfare now,
bunch of really great guys.
I’m a republican
PARDON GRANTED
By David Kavanagh
So here I am
64 years after
my mother
gave me
the gift of Life
and I have
so much regret
I have so many failures
and so many I wish
I would have moments
I should have
stayed with
little, cuddly Ali,
she was an honest soul
with no bad bones
in her body
unfortunately
I was attracted
to another
I left Ali
and I feel
bad about the
way I ended
our relationship
it was something
I had to do
my new girl
was stunning
she truly was
why she fell for me
I don't know!
we had
great times
together
we shared glittering
memories
and we also shared
the darkest of times
culminating
in her mental breakdown
and nothing can prepare
you for the
sledgehammer
of being
among smokey
shadows of despair
her mother
thought she was
directing a pantomime
making her daughter
a panto villain
of course I was blamed
for her breakdown
it was my fault
obviously
her mother
who claimed to be a Christian
never liked me
I was a working class lad
they were middle class
and had money
I was a long haired hippy
and I was not
a Christian
I was a new age demon
who led mommy's
sweet girl astray
yes her family
had money
but I never
found any love there
luckily for me
the psychiatrist
took me aside
and told me
the breakdown
was due to family trauma
that had begun
in childhood
so much for having money
and some forty years later
I return to my
darkest and harrowing
of memories
she never fully recovered
although she was
fine for five or so years
but the meds killed
my angel
who was never the same
again
and yes
I still love her
I always will.
Lenny Gazbowski © 2024
alternate ending
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it seemed like a waste of my time
like this chasing after money should be a crime
like nnobody seemed to know anything better to do
all these myriad people, not one with a clue
but i did, and couldn't forget
the moment when the spark was lit
as i burned with longing and cried
the explosion of the Spirit inside
burned away the needs of the flesh
and for a while i seemed to mesh
with eternity and infinity, through the Divinity
of Jesus Christ
but i could find no way out of the worlds race
no excape from the foul sight of Satans face
everywhere i looked, everything i heard
it seemed that we had all forgotten the Word
i put a sledgehammer through my television
and over and over made the decision
to devote my lifwe to the ascension of the Trinity
over all ther concerns and filth of society
and the requirements of today
but i could find no way
i would pray, putting my entire heart into Gods hand
He healed my crippled dog, you understand
a miracle, as if i needed proof of His love
i wanted nothing more than to die, and go above
but i still live, here i am, and now
to live without sin i don't know how
after societies had it's way
i hope i don't die today
i guess i'm a sider, not a saint of olde
i found comfort in this beer i hold
and joy when i'm with my family
and work is sometimes rewarding to me
but i remember where i was before
though i confess i've sinned some more
i want to come back to God again
this time maybe the world won't win
and i can find
peace of mind
help
Form:
"Time is the thief you cannot banish."
Phyllis McGinley, Writer, 1905 - 1978
Time always prepares for attacks,
when I believe I have plenty of time
trying to show me the dangers and the signs
challenging the thief, it takes my time
all are caught up in the web
more programmed than we like
the fear of mirrors and
one's own mirror image comes with age
Toad fright
a ticking clock
as a sledgehammer against concrete
a profound feeling
today's people love control
Mr. Time is a wise and old man
he makes his own tracks,
in its own rhythm
~~~
12.11.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Writing Challenge - Quote Inspired -
Sponsored by: Constance La France
3rd place ithe contest
For My Sister and Brother Poets
Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a
sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of
the confinement of my assigned nativity...then
seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go
settle, an immigrant, in the more fertile territory
of Meanings, trusting a disclosure of my birthright
as a citizen among the searching population at
the address of Poetry — twin to the Soul — more
fertile for vines from the heart, more welcoming to
the orchards of Imagination, always ripe with songs.
Today’s afternoon was spent planting a grove of pink
dogwood saplings and sapphire iris bulbs nearby...
so someday they will bask in light, feeling winds
and us, too, walking past in admiration,sprinkling
our words of appreciation across the earth over their
roots. Birds sound dearly above as the dusk nears.
I work until the first sight of winking Venus...then,
take pages and pens with a flashlight under my tent
of sheets revealing on the net, a broad company
of my sister and brother poets, recounting — each
one of us — the full scenes of our day’s graced hours,
by words to one another, from pains to joys, all-
reaching, from solitary into community, supporting,
learning...expressive, in wonder, hoping to know
the sounding rise of the Voice within, and ever
thankful for a promise of a flight on eagle’s wings.
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(c)sally Young eslinger 2/5/2021
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