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I'm bald and have piss-yellow teeth; don't use balm or whiteners to appear young again.
Every scar is a jagged path to a novella called living.
Cursed and blessed with a good heart,
Wild horse temperament that's bucked most riders off.
Loyal to the few who've stuck it out,
through all the ups and downs.
I could blow out of here at any time
, but for now everything's just fine.
I've crash-landed on a cay of calm.
Quite proud that I've made it this far.
More than halfway to a hell, oft mistaken as a star,
At times slipping into the murky waters of mundane,
Just another battered face rooting through a discount bin.
Always on the fringe of a spinning tassel of contentment.
Everywhere there are mounds of glitter glued to plastic bags.
Covering up the dry rot-I've no interest in any of that.
Shocking I can pull it together at a funeral, but not when I'm putting down a pet-
I want to be a whirling dust devil outside this hollow town.
Not inside the plastic masks of all the dead-hearted clowns.
The cul-de-sac of safety comes to mind
when faced alone with problems to resolve;
finding that place where boundaries unwind
a safe cocoon where answers can't evolve.
A dead-end street this cul-de-sac supplies-
where only certain outcomes come and go.
Outside-the-box solutions don't arise;
too easy to remain on this plateau.
To come and go from this safe cul-de-sac,
a zone that shields the sights of what's beyond-
returning to its circumventing track-
will never break this closed and lonely bond.
Around in circles, spinning every day-
where roads of clear, straight thinking fade away.
February 19, 2023
Contest: This or That, Vol 16 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
This is mine
I’m just spinning my wheels, going nowhere fast;
I could try to care, but empathy I lack.
This place has ruined the person I used to be;
There lie the remains of me.
I have no strength left to fight back;
I look out at the world and everything is painted black.
The darkness surrounds my thoughts and leaves me feeling weak;
People are so depressing to a misery like me.
In sorrow I remember those days of light;
Every hope I ever had has disappeared out of sight.
No longer can I remember what I wished for,
That is if I was ever deemed worthy of a wish at all.
I guess not, because I sink under the truth;
When life is so hard, why should I ever try anything new?
It will all be the same at the end of the day,
So keep your happiness to yourself and I will keep walking away.
Do not try to follow me; this destination is mine to seek.
You are not even a memory; an empty head sets me free.
All the love in the world cannot fix my broken mind,
So leave me be and I will stay away from your world of lies.
Heaven is a dream and life is a nightmare;
People are all the same, so I cannot care.
Another day of sadness as I head towards the grave;
You and I are not so different, but we will never feel the same pain.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Crashing out.
As if by the breeze.
I had enough coffee to survive an ice storm.
When there’s no weather for miles.
Just seems so just…
Like I used to be depressed a minute ago.
Then goosebumps and icicles.
Chattering and nothing is blessed-it’s just goofy, oddball,
Chirping, laughter, undoing.
I was brushing my teeth.
The toothbrush went right through my tongue.
Everything’s enraged.
Nothing’s screaming, it’s just beautiful.
I really used to be depressed.
In that drooling, but no real drool way.
No tears, just the mesh everywhere that does nothing.
That’s what this is, just a room full of spinning dice multiplying.
Looming all over, happy.
I was relaxing by the windowsill.
There’s still no such thing as weather or storms.
Just whatever ice is left over that I’m wielding.
When there’s no weather for miles.
You can just float into the open world.
Be an electric person.
Crashing out.
Have enough space molecules.
Expand the no-storm earth.
Crashing out.
I feel the bite.
And stopped being depressed for a week.
earth star chakra my killick, subliminal subpersonal connects me to core of planet’s centre, spinning yet rooted in quiet mirth
absorbing misaligned energy in sturdy girth
intuits heartfelt frequency exchanges
across planetary consciousness gauges
below Gaia’s benign surfaces it modulates
where own wisdomed faith undulates
steady Will humming stable solid secure
no other anchor would I endure
awareness finely tuned filamented fibres
reaches far flung corners shadowed or
light, without single flinch fight or flight
authority with divine responsibility dear
centring my substance as an emperor does
holding disciplined foresight unseen safe
signals settled velocities where I am to walk
intentions sure of next waiting chorded port
underground star exuding strength, cohort
of ages, missioning goals it never aborts
Burgeoning starry, starry night
On my nascent dreams shine bright
With angel dust my passion ignite
Shaded inhibitions with moonbeams
smite
Cerebral paths to silted plains light
On turtle dove's silken wing alight
To Cupid's amorous loft give flight
With lucid fantasies fuel dark night
Song of Eros on nimble heart
strings write
With titillating rhythms my prone
quill excite
Swoon on Milky Way's, soft,
ethereal kite
With visions of snow white virgins
incite
With ecstasy my spinning mind
delight
Orbiting each heavenly body 'till
climax doth slight
And burning asteroid with gushing
streams requite
The Day After:
The most anticipated day of the year will soon come and quickly depart. But the season will remain very much alive as the fire slowly simmers.
The Day After:
Happy people will cherish, ride in, or wear their lovely gifts.
It’s a quiet and relaxing ‘kick back’ kind of day for many.
The DayAfter: Others will be back at the malls with returns looking for refunds.
But then there are those in ‘hot pursuit’ of after Christmas sales.
The Day After:
Millions will sleep in with a day off because Christmas came on a Sunday. A well-deserved break will be very much what the doctor orders.
The Day After:
For those who ate and drank more than moderation dictated, they will be no longer smiling and singing; but their heads will be aching and spinning.
The Day After:
In just a few days many will be ready to drink up and party into the new year. But may the spirit of Christmas reign and rule throughout the season.
The Day After:
I’m sorry. I do not mean to spoil the party. But unfortunately, there will be grief for some who lose a loved one in a tragic accident from a drunken driver.
The Day After:
Historical reality is now begging and pleading for sobriety, because
The Day After Christmas will not be a pretty one for many dear ones.
12202016 PS Contest, The Day After Christmas, Anthony Clausen.
Dad's bark is worse than his verse.
When he hits it doesn't really hurt.
The dirt outside the house is soil.
The mouse inside the house is life.
Can't escape the printer or the car, IV
bag, heart monitor, a billion trillion stars.
Snow descends, each flake unique.
My sons' friends, each infinitely
a Greek or Trojan hero. Our morals:
hit not the girls, nor rape. Love more
than you are loved, by a little. Give
but stop before it hurts. Stand together
or fall apart. Which candidate you vote
for less important than to vote. Don't
depend or dote on leaders, housekeeper
and president are gods equally
remote. The human body is a thing of
bone, a strange upright animal, and the
telephone a mystery to other animals.
Everyone and everything is spinning
electrons and the space between.
A great crunch, inverse of big bang,
yr big sister told.
The blue planet unfolded the canvas of primal beauty
of the unique dot of singularity in the infinite cosmos,
revolved around sun, its star, spinning astral dreams,
until on evolution trail hostile species of man arrived.
The unspoilt nature once thrived in realm of splendor
in harmony with the tenets of stable innate equilibrium.
As the pace of wanton exploitation marches on and on
it is now crossing unheeded the sustainability rubicorn.
The creeping swarm of ingesting insect called progress
devours the green blanket spread out over the ages,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events track global warming trajectory.
Glaciers and ice sheets melt, the cryosphere shrinks,
the rise of sea-level unprecedented in human history
makes the ingress of oceans on-land a future reality.
Time would then come to invent modern Noah’s ark.
November 22, 2019
Contest : All About The Environment
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
(Did not place)
December 23, 2019
Contest : Second Chance Contest
Sponsor : Richard Lamoureux
A crazed, dazed unexplained side show that freaks. What did we just do? Who knew, the few true, would prove to be me; and you? In shape we fit to form; like the shoe. In step we go toe to toe. As we set sail off the dock we began to row. From here to Tim buck two, the news has been spread. A wire fed buzz, music stuck inside your head. Without reason or cause. Lost in frenzy of locked jaws. The channel is the change. No home out on the range. Supernatural reaction of self satisfaction. It's dog eat dog in this life form contraption. Unable to define the infinite. The string cheese is an incident. Leaving a lasting impression as people come and go. Fair is the weather my friend, I'll see you at the show. It's no holds bar, a fight to the death. If your waiting for the miracle, I wouldn't waste a breath. I creep on stealth; I'm light on my feet. To avoid the contact, with the stranger on streets. A taco truck drives by and the fire engine sounds. I light up a smoke and out come the hounds. The city is the life and this is how we live. Another day another dollar, homeless asking us to give. The sites that we see, as we tour this. We are just visiting this life like a tourist. An excursion; short lived like a fur-low. It's suggested that we go with the flow. We make the most of the little things we appreciate. Make room for the love and weed out the hate. A master of disaster in this episode or chapter. Another piece to the puzzle that ends happily ever after. We flock towards the it crowd. To be a somebody who's proud. Egotistical tendencies close the mind. Open your hearts and who knows what you'll find. As the world turns, our wheels keep spinning. We learn from our mistakes. This is only the beginning. It's not easy to explain; this may last day or even weeks. It's a crazed, dazed, unexplained side show that freaks.