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When law and order broke down on the street,
And madness drove the mob with no retreat,
They tore the city's heart with fire and claw,
Youth in recklessness thrills, yearn for war.
But only those who've witnessed war's cruel face,
Can truly cherish all that peace can embrace.
A youngster clamoring for battles to wage,
Knows not that war brings death and endless rage.
Until, suddenly, hundreds fall before your eyes,
And by a mere whisker, you escaped demise,
A bullet spins past, grazing your ear,
And you question yourself, Am I still here?
Or have I gone there, into the great beyond,
Where souls depart, where life shred its bond
Then you pinch your cheek, to feel your own skin,
To confirm you're alive, and not a ghost within.
Only then will you begin to comprehend,
The true worth of life, preserved from reckless end.
He
comes
flying
in the 'morn
high above me
dipping and diving.
He sings a song,
a melody sweet
drifting down,
touching my
heart and soul
lifting my spirit.
He spins and twirls,
whirling in the sunshine,
he floats on the breeze with ease.
There is no fear of crashing down.
Oh yes, I admire his great happiness, strength and his courage
I love his filigree feathers fluttering,
white and wispy so delicate yet strong.
Now he plummets downward
and calls my name loudly,
come fly today, fly
sweet earth girl,
and I laugh 'cause
I am flying, flying
in my mind, oh yes,
gliding and falling
drifting, twirling
whirling down
then up
high
high.
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October 6, 2019
Example for my Writing Challenge, October 2019 - Bird-
(but you can use any form for your entry)
Poetry/Shape/Bird/ November 14, 2018
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1186-535-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
It is hard to be enthused when you realize your team sucks.
wasting a long evening witnessing that very fact
Next year will be better the season just started
next year never comes just the perpetual pain of losing
While everyone else improves and wins and reaches new zenith
your team stuck in the doldrums of gut wrenching disappointment
You watch in shock while your chicken wing goes limp in your hand
no one can play that bad, it is on purpose.
Sleepy Sunday after an exhausting Saturday of no way.
Had hopes dreams aspirations of a great season, championships
being number one and then they play the games.
Finally turning this program around but it just spins in circles
of loserville. Start rooting for hated rival, they're back and on top
and next to humiliate your team.
It's just a game but another season of no fun.
For someone to win your team will gladly lose.
Take a nap it's another sleepy Sunday.
Popular Mozart melodies are playing on a low loop.
Five people tense as a clinic nurse
calls us in or leaves us hanging.
I know the drill,
she’ll lead me reluctantly to the scales,
the usual sighs of ritual humiliation;
“Are you 6 foot” she inquires
looking at the chart skeptically.
I don’t tell her that for the last 10 years
I have been shrinking while my bull neck
sinks lower, torpedoed by a laptop navy.
In the Doctors examination room
I slump worry and hum.
I know I will be there for a while,
long enough for me to scribble this poem down
in a dollar store notepad.
Back home I will spell-check every other word -
my mind was on a lump in my gullet.
After much examination
the doctor declared that I have a bone in my throat
one unknown to medical science;
at first she thought it might be a chicken bone
but it waggles only when I talk
and spins when I write.
Apparently there are strings attached to it,
something is pulling at that little bone.
When x-rayed it dances a jig
as if to entertain.
I’m still waiting for a second opinion
though I must admit I am enjoying
being the unidentified voice
of my muses little pinky bone.
Day One... Chapter Two... of
Political turmoil throughout the land.
Where Felonious Trump takes to his throne,
Right along with the rest of his MAGA band.
It's still hard to believe for some,
That millions of Americans voted him in.
As if the first time wasn't enough,
So his convictions can start again.
Yet for millions of others there's
Only fear, that guides the countries way.
Since the art of his deals knows few brush-
Strokes, just finger-painting to play.
With bullying and intimidation as the favorite
Colors, the divide will surely only grow.
Such that the wealthy will prosper and
Concentrate, while the poor can only slow.
The next four years, for some will be dramatic,
While many others will feel only despair.
Because the scales of righteousness are unbalanced,
And the moral compass spins wildly in the air.
My greatest wish is that I am wrong in this preview,
And I can continue to easily laugh and sing.
But this history has taught a lesson to be skeptical,
From a man who sees himself ... as a King.
A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had
The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start
Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell wrong from right
This lady then connives confusing witch's what
Spins spells that do convince what is not
She conjures him to shirk sacred duty
So sure he's blinded by her beauty
She coyly coddles this beamish boy
His twisted thinking in frabjous joy
He peers deeply down into her soul
Seeing darkness finding blackest coal
It hearkens back to Eden's first sin
Stirs silent shadows sunk long within
Beware that all's not as it seems
Beauty's illusion can change what it means
Purpose or pulchritude which will impress
When next we witness a damsel's distress
I was riding a streak with the dice in my fist.
Lady Luck was with me, seemed I couldn’t miss!
Then this babe caught my eye,--I crapped out time and again.
Lady Luck stomped out, when True Love walked in.
I was anchoring third with a pair of aces.
Going for the split, needed tens or faces.
But when ‘you know who’ sat down next to me,
The blackjack dealer dealt a two and a three!
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin.
I’m gonna go bust if I see her again.
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
I put a dollar chip on every black and red.
Three spins in a row came up zeros instead.
The old croupier said: “Son I’ve seen this before.
You better take that gal to the chapel next door!”
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin..
I’m gonna lose my shirt when I see her again.
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
I kept the Queen of Hearts and folded all my hands,
And never set foot in a casino again.
When the urge to play overpowers me –
It's Yahtzee, Trouble, and Monopoly.
(To add insult to injury, our kids always win, you know!)
Lady Luck stomped out when True Love walked in.
She gave me that look. I sent her my best grin..
I haven’t won a hand since that fatal day when
Lady Luck stomped out and True Love walked in.
The Camp Cooky’s singin again outa tune,
about turnin 60 today around noon
"What good is there in it?" I hear him say,
and it got me to thinkin . . . seein it was his birthday
It seems bein 60’s got two spins to that tale,
one frittered and wrinkled, the other covered in shale
The one who’s 60 if truth be told,
is still younger than all those 61—to real old
In the campfire’s crackle of light I can see,
how everyone younger, is likely dumber than me
So if my hands struggle with the knots and riggin fer sure,
the knowin and the tellin to those younger’s worth more
Havin outlived many a cow horse, while lovin them all,
the awnry and skitterish, the short and the tall
The summers ridin drag, and the worst winters mendin fence,
with a slicker full a holes, and that ol dog with no sense
And while the cuttin and the brandin seems boring to some,
it’s the importance of their nature and gettin things done
When the hats and the spurs and even the saddles are all gone,
and the sun sinks over that last mountain, like in Dusty’s ol song
I’ll remember the good times, lettin go of the bad,
and think back on the pards and the ladies I’ve had
Because just like for Cooky, it happened last year to me,
and turnin 60 seemed ranker than any bronc could ever be
But like that new Visalia saddle the boss man said was now mine,
I've found somethin that’s different, somethin gentler and kind
The speed and the strength ain’t been traded for free,
and somethin woke up that I guess was sleepin in me
And as I yell to the wrangler “Cut me one gentle and nice”
without loosin too much pride I ask, “Can you help Ol Jim
cinch his riggin real tight”
Then once more in the dark I ride off in search of the herd,
singin that one favorite cow song every real hand has heard
And as I inch up on the lead steer whisperin mellow and low,
“Yippee ki yay, Ol Fella; you ready to go”
For maybe one last time we push North thru the dark,
the sun still two hours off to the right of our mark
While in the distance a wolf howls, as that lead steer catches my eye,
and in that instant I know I’m still needed—a long ways from g’bye
(Dewey Montana: Circa 1990) Read In Elko Nevada, 1993
Love's Field When Should You Smile?
Kevin Davis 2025
Smile when the morning sun peeks through the clouds,
And Lady’s heart-shaped back glows bright in the dew.
Smile when Buzz’s goggles fog from laughter,
Because in your heart, you know the joy is true.
Smile when Needles flutters by on shining green wings,
Or when Sweety’s throat sparkles like diamond rings.
Smile when a baby giggles with happiness and glee,
Or when you find delight in the simplest things.
Smile when the stars twinkle high in the night sky,
And Lady hums soft lullabies to the moonlit sea.
Smile when you feel love in every heartbeat sigh,
As Needles spins through the air, wild and free.
Smile when you’re happy, and smile when you’re sad,
For Buzz knows a smile will always light the way.
Smile—it’s a gift for the world the best anyone ever had.
Smile like Sweety as she sips nectar on a gentle rainy day.
So, smile all day and make your always expression,
It's like the brightest color in all of Needles’ hues.
It takes only the flutter of your lips to begin,
But it colors everything you touch, everything you do.
Smile when life’s a challenge, when things don’t go as planned—
Lady, Buzz, Needles, and Sweety will know the happy you.
Their smiles will turn struggle into strength you didn’t know you had.
So smile—and the world smiles too!
Smile like Buzz when the wind ruffles his hair,
Like Lady when she sees a dear friend arrive,
Like Needles when the wide blue sky calls him higher,
Like Sweety after a long, bright day in Love's field.
And when you forget how to start your day,
Just think of Lady, Buzz, Needles, and Sweety and say—
“A smile is the brightest gift I can give,
The best way to show the joy to live.”
SMILE!
Spins the floor that is marked by her feet.
Her mind sober, yet her heart weeps.
Soldiers of rejection line her vision,
a confrontation not quite ready for.
An extended invitation;
so badly did she want to shred,
yet her fragile loneliness told her otherwise.
Once a vessel filled with flowers,
her heart now shriveled like fruit in heat.
She missed the passion behind the silent stares,
sometimes dragging on for mile stretches.
The stench of his disposition lingering on,
with no sight of honest closure.
With slender hope, she pushes forward with
her back toward the darkened day.