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Being cracked is no better than being shattered or broken.
Ask a heart if this is true. ~ Quote by poet ~
Morning broke at the crack of dawn
I gave the phrase thought, with a yawn
Alluding to sudden daybreak?
That logic caused my head to ache
A strange idiom for first light
Sunrise was such a lovely sight
I rose from bed and stretched my back
Pondering things that had a crack
I saw one on the bathroom floor
One that had not been there before
I looked into my cracked mirror
wishing my image was clearer
In the shower I spent a while
staring at cracks in the wall tile
Had I never noticed the flaws?
I wondered, What had been the cause?
I cracked an egg, and then I thought
Did I just stop a beating heart?
When an egg is cracked from within
a brand-new life will soon begin
But cracked from the outside, life ends
and there's no way to make amends
I couldn't eat it, scrambled or fried
Grabbed my jacket and went outside
There was a hopscotch drawn in chalk
and hairline cracks in the sidewalk
I stepped over all that I could
It took me back to my childhood
Days of playing with my stuffed bear
To times when I didn't have a care
When I rode on ponies, barebacked
without noticing things were cracked
Some can be fixed; some never mend
Some leave us shattered in the end
Ask a heart that has been broken
by odious words ill-spoken
It will say, "From a crack I bleed.
My destiny has been decreed."
Anything cracked loses its strength
when from love, it's held at arm's length
January 20, 2022
C Form - Couplet Contest
Chosen Theme - Cracked
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Syllables checked with HMS
Morning Prayer
From the moment you open your eyes in the morning to the moment you close them at night, may each second in between pass with joy and laughter. You are a wonderful human being, making the world a better place. So, I hope that you find only the best things in it. By Salvation Chuks
Lost inside this world of mine I feel the essence of the light
swirling diadems of gold, emerald dreams and turquoise joys
every emotion has color, every heartbeat has life;
I am breathing in Divinity, inhaling through eternity
in this land of stillness, where the most precious gift
of all is quiet,
each prayer is answered by the light of day;
Wings folded in eyes lifted up, I fly towards a new horizon
with arms stretched and hands open wide, my soul receives
respite,
in this awesome place, where heaven meets my eye;
I am found.
Words by: Mystic Rose
inspired by Salvation Chuk's honest prayer of love
Upon the horizon! Stars shine brightly
The kisses of love and understanding came gladly
and the distance stretched around the green grass blossomed
A new birth that rose from the fire and gave no warning!
I am amazed!
The timing of perfection won.
Who would have thought I was in a wonder! As the emotions grew and has gripped the soul of the rib it was in his hands two souls became one when we awoke from the misty clouds of the universe to the kisses of love soul love giving to earth giving itself can only increase the value of the words spoken softly and the two became a living soul of flesh and blood it is such a good thing
We Became!.
I TELL THE SETTING SUN
I tell the setting sun to wait,
it’s not time to go down with the day yet.
The sky hasn’t splashed all the sun’s colors
the stretched clouds are longing to wrap over.
It’s not time to go down with the day yet
for the crimson sun floating on the horizon.
The stretched clouds are longing to wrap over
the sun’s last rays of warmth and shimmer.
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For the crimson sun floating on the horizon
the flowers haven’t finished making fragrance.
The sun’s last rays of warmth and shimmer
like the beacon distant glow they would shower.
The flowers haven’t finished making fragrance
in the gleaming flashes of the twilight hours.
Like the beacon distant glow they would shower
on the path to my home I haven’t reached yet.
In the gleaming flashes of the twilight hours
the sky hasn’t splashed all the sun’s colors
on the path to my home I haven’t reached yet,
I tell the setting sun to wait.
October 2, 2017.
Circling above on a sun shiny day
The raven twirls within his dreams
Of horrors soon to be inflicted
Soaring in the skies
The Preacher reads from the holy book
Collections duly collected on chanted psalms
The raven above with a sinister smile
He knew god’s plate was not full enough
Dark clouds from the east flew with the wind
Under the ravens command
As lightening struck the village steeple
Fire and brimstone, hell on earth
Humans who once lived by their daily bread
Became the bread of crows
Telegraph poles free to weep the news
As the crows feasted on the burnt flesh of our sins
The ravens’ heart pleased to share his torment
Amongst the brethren of feathered dark angels
The greed of humans shall be ridden of this earth
Crooned the raven under the spotlight of the devils moon
All were dead, the children too
All but one lone poet, so it seemed
Arms outstretched, clasping at pen and ink
Dying, dying to tell this black tale
Now, in tranquility, lies the village graveyard
Somber, quiet, flowers cover the horrors
Of that unholy day, of the ravens sins
His laughter echoes, echoes the pain
It is said, in the heat of summer nights
Crows sing and dance
As they feast on the remains
Of us, all of us, poets and all
Beside the village in the swamp
On that a very somber twisted day
An alligator lazed upon the shores
She, the only witness, to this feathered fiendish crime
In stealth she watched, scales of justice
A billion years of Gods creation
She slithered towards the stench of death
Teeth primed for an easy meal
A baby, oh so small, shivering in a fog of illusions
Looked into the eyes of the raven above
She saw that hell may very well come from above, not below
She resigned her baby cries to eternity, momma dead and gone
The alligator, teeth sharpened by natures instinct
Darted forth, and jaws stretched, swallows the baby whole
Slithering back towards the swamps shadows
The raven provided this nights’ meals gratuit
She spit out the baby, and licked her cheeks
Providing both substance and loving warmth
Hell may live above
Mercy and compassion may come from the swamp
High in the sky
The Raven
Lost this little one
The Butterfly smiled
I climb with you Tsunami Wong on the wild ride
Over whitecaped waves rising in sheets of blue
Surfer girl towering eighty feet high with style
Fearless on the board, gracefully balanced
Arms stretched wide to hug the sky
Rolling seas take you to the crest of beauty
Breathless, tumbling together to the shore
Flooding my mind with wet ocean dreams
Dimpled cheeks, black hair flowing in the wind
Take me away to your depths but not to death
And when we crash inevitably on the ground
I want nothing more than to rest with you
Covered in warmth, blanketed in love
Tsunami empowered, tucked in your arms forever
Day 1
I fall—not through space
something thinner—
like light stretched
too far
across the skin of a thought
I buried years ago
The tunnel hums
with memory—
a child’s scream rising into laughter,
the sting of ozone before the storm
the flicker between blinks
where everything vanishes
Darkness
Sun blinds—
Day 2
The sky is a calm equation—
no clouds, no noise,
just light folded neatly
like fresh hospital sheets
The grass soft as breath.
No bugs. No bruises.
Everyone wears a gentle smile
like they’re born with softness
“Hello, Alice.”
They say it like a blessing.
They say it like I belong.
The air is perfectly
warm, like an infant’s cradle
Day 7
They say God
carved this world out with scalpels
—not one corner flawed
Every turn I’m greeted with
a warm, prepared smile,
“Hello, Alice.”
Nothing bleeds.
Knives are ornaments.
They assume I was born
with the scars on my wrist.
Even sorrow comes in silk-lined boxes,
labeled, packed,
ready to ship away
I tried to cry
The air wiped the tears dry
The silence tastes sweet here
and I cringe at the taste of sugar
Day 18
I tore up the garden today.
The tulips giggled
as I snapped their necks.
No dirt beneath—just
velvet lining.
I screamed into my reflection
in the lake with no ripples.
She smiled back
lips curled at a planned angle
I wandered around the city
grabbing strangers by the wrists
I want to shake their smile off their faces—
What hurts here? I ask
They blink:
What’s that?
Day 19
A couple invited me to dinner.
Ray and Jay.
They’ve never fought.
They finish each other’s sentences
like synchronized clocks.
They agree
on the color of the sheets,
the taste of strawberries,
how long to hold eye contact.
I watched them toast to peace.
I wanted to scream
just to see if they’d flinch—
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Day ??
I stepped off the roof
Not for death, no—
i just want a crack in the lined tiles
hair unravelled by wild wind
a cut that stings before it heals
But the air caught me,
soft as a baby’s first blanket
I landed on a bed of
roses with no thrones
Ray helped me up
while Jay offered me apple tea
“Hello, Alice,” they said
“Welcome back to the dream.”
Met a physics major at university
I was into her, and she was into me
We hit it off so well we agreed to a date
the beginning was so nice but
the ending not so great!
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
After our meal, she said
"let's go for a walk"
When I asked what for
she said, "I just want to talk"
While holding hands, walking
and gazing at the sky, my
romantic mood was ruined
and here's the reason why
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She talked of 26 dimensions
of strings stretched tight, unseen
of forces binding everything
and somewhere in between
but I was feeling something
gently pulling us apart
a life with her had strings attached—
doomed from the start
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
Handwriting on the wall,
it didn't look too good
She asked me to rethink
my position if I could
I considered pros and cons—
her smile, her laugh, her touch—
I almost acquiesced
but string theory won, not us
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
She was so cheery
talkin' 'bout
String theory, it
left me weary
cuz I didn't want
to talk about
science
String theory, left me weary, string theory
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh
science
String theory, left me weary, string theory
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh
science
(repeat and fade)
Jorogumo a poem by thomas laufey
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Senzo no rei yo, watashi wa anata o yobu, chikaku-ryoku no aru fushi-sha
I am stretched out between the graves of those that came before me ever seeking
Never finding solace between the rotted coffins with the bones long since decomposed
So i sing and dance till one night into deaths dark embrace, cooling,sealing myself to his hands which even the fates listen to, so hear me sing and cry and scream my despair
At my true love’s lie, whom I entrusted with my heart,
So as i cry and weep in my dead parents arms,
I loathe myself for believing his deceits and treacheries.
Sobbing mercilessly at the sight of the full moon and the sakura petals that fill the air,
While my foes men dare to try to take this waste of life back to their master,
So i transform on this cursed night to take my vengence on all life
And to join the ranks of the ayakashi and yokai, to kill the treacherous spider who deceived me
That monstrous tsuchigumo
Akuma fuku ge no watashi o anata no hitori ni kaeru.otto no nayami ni watashi o kaete. Azamuki no geijutsu ni oite, watashi o jo`o ni shiyou. Kumo no jo`o o miyo
Lo behold the spider queen
The ferocity and deceptions of my husbands clan of the earth spider personified
As he killed what I hold dear so shall I
For i am jorogumo the spider queen, the man eater and the destroyer of the earth spiders
A Ferris wheel, a magic show
And lots of games of skill,
Food trucks filled with fried or frozen
Fare were on the bill.
Exhibit halls with quilts and varied
Goods, all made by hand
And huge zucchinis shown
With other veggies from the land.
The rides and games and food, to me,
Held little in appeal,
But animals from local farms
Made it a worthwhile deal.
The cows and goats and pigs and sheep,
With every barnyard sound,
Were stretched out in their pens, relaxed
Or nibbling around.
They all looked clean and healthy
And quite fat (except the goats),
With ribbons on display they earned
By gaining judges’ votes.
As a New York City gal
I wasn’t dazzled by the fair,
But the chance to see those critters
Made me glad that I was there.