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Skies are dark and dreary,
This day we won't forget;
Ol' Ollie was our favorite,
Far more than just a pet
A naughty lil' imp,
Knock-kneed and proud;
Meowin' like a siren,
Geez, that cat was loud!
It was on this frigid morning,
We lost our furry friend;
Reality's stunning anguish,
Death fails to comprehend
Spoiled rotten and witty,
You'd swear he was a dog;
A happy treat to pacify,
While sleeping like a log
Looking on the good days,
Diminished are the bad;
We lost a friend forever,
The best we've ever had
Death never comforts,
We failed to see your end;
Our tears concede to obscurity,
Farewell to a loyal friend...
Sometimes I don’t recognize my face
By the time I had managed to near the water’s surface,
I had forgotten what I looked like
My mind was hazy, as was my vision,
So perhaps recognition was irrelevant
Whether or not I had realized the face staring back at me,
Seeing someone blocking my only path to breathable air
Was still a horrifying thing
No one believes me,
But I swear that when I reached to break the water’s surface,
The hand that reached to meet me was a tangible thing
I felt it try to kill me
Sometimes I think only one of us made it out of that water alive
Sometimes I don’t think I was the survivor
Sometimes I don’t recognize our face
You stand with your suitcase like a buoy,
bright, bobbing in the shallows,
and I am the pier—
rooted, barnacled, smelling of old salt and rope.
You tell me you’ll stay
if I keep my hands wrapped round your ankles,
but I know the tide you carry in your ribs.
Even on windless days
it pounds against my palms,
shouting for the open mouth of the horizon.
The gap is a sandbar—
we could walk there together,
let our knees sink into its damp skin,
pretend it will hold us longer than a season.
But I have seen what happens
when the sea grows impatient.
It chews through land like bread,
swallows the footprints before we can name them.
I want to say go after the storm has passed,
when our nets are mended,
when the gulls return to roost in my hair.
But your moon is full now.
It pulls at your water
even when you swear it won’t.
And I—
I cannot anchor you
without learning how to drown.
I’ve crucified the hands of the final clock, in silence,
Time, suspended, hangs life in eternal pain,
Circling the universe, searching for your flower of color,
Lost among the stars, in planetary systems, like a calling.
I swear by what I feel, on earth I have found myself,
Beyond the belt, majestic, enduring, like an unfulfilled dream,
Through the dust of stamens, compact and virile, uninterrupted,
Our love grows, an immeasurable pistil, a silent thought.
Seeds chosen from impure stars have sprouted in us,
Budding in your dreams and mine, like a string of rains,
Morning wakes us from eternal vice, slaves to love,
Yawning, we drag ourselves to work, burdened by nature's memories.
On the way, you gift me, gratefully, a deceived smile,
Thinking of the confabulating night, an unlimited, tempted dream,
From every moment of memory, a few obscene whispers,
Nature reciting to lost gazes, lightning, eternal rains.
Storms outlined with the thrills of ancestral sins,
Finding delight only in me, an astral season,
Immeasurable delight, a dance of shadows and light,
In me, the place where sins and dreams intertwine in peace.
Oh dear I do feel poorly
oh dear I do feel weird
My chest it is a wheezing
I’ve infection in my ears
I cannot hear a blooming thing
Oh dear I do feel quite done in
My Parkinson’s leg is shaking
like I have St Vitus Dance
I wonder just how long I have
to enjoy my life perchance
What with coughing, ears and leg
I feel like taking to my bed
Or will my chest just do its best to hasten my demise
To take me to another place somewhere beyond the skies
But wait, I’m feeling better
My time it has not come
I must take a walk beside the sea
Afore Grim Reaper comes for me
So enough of this self-pity feeling sorry for one’s self
And getting so obsessed with every symptom of one’s health
It’s just a virus nothing more
Don’t let those thoughts come through my door
I’ll soon be back to feeling good
The way I want
the way I should
Apart that is from good old “P”
Whose tremors remind me constantly
But Parkinson’s won’t define me
I swear I will not let it
So if I can
I swear I will
I’ll blooming well forget it!
Written - 21.10.2017
In its silence, my love sings softly,
Like an autumn wind that gently caresses the slow-moving leaves,
Without grand ideals or hidden violence,
Just a deep stillness that embraces unspoken words.
There's no need to swear allegiance on gilded parchments,
For its truth is pure, like ice sparkling under the sun,
And like the fire smoldering quietly in the depths of the soul,
People hold roses in trembling hands.
They weave promises like a spider's web,
Fragile and ephemeral in the face of fleeting time,
And my love laughs, like flowers opening at dawn,
With a simple joy that cannot be bought.
In the depths of its gaze, endless stories are born,
A world without borders or barriers of time and space,
Words are lost in the silence that speaks deeply,
While my love floats, a melancholic dream.
Corrupt words shake the ocean of my sleep-
Since childhood words have infected my mind,
and the endless winds of time roll and creep;
I carry scars- my spirit and soul twined,
my mind a ravaged garden deep.
And in my decay I weep;
will peace, I find?
Those unkind words are chains of heavy lead-
A mind ruined is like a church defiled,
oh, the tarnished shadows of time I dread;
I will not sail across the sky exiled,
I will find a new path to tread.
Destroying poison said;
my thinking wild!
And I will bloom a beautiful flower-
I swear, never will this girl's heart be cold,
my wounds will bring me strength and power;
I will leave those bloody stains of old,
and pure- I will stand a tower.
Oh peace will flow each hour;
leaving words told . . . .
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April 4, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Contamination: Of My Mind
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1010-114-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym,
Written for the contest, Contamination
sponsor, Kai Michael Newmann
Ninth Place
Please can I go past
Said the salmon to the bear
Sure swim right on by
Just licking down my hair
I’ve already caught my fill
Had more than I prefer
That’s mighty nice of you
Thought I was a goner there
So how many you eat today
Lost count don’t really care
Me neither, only extended family
Ah well life isn’t always fair
Tell me about it fish
I too have cubs to rear
Now get on up that river
Or I’ll kill you I swear
Salmon swims on by
Boldly leaps into the air
Bears paw crashes down
Catching him full square
Said you weren’t hungry
As his teeth began to tear
This is for showing off
With that flyby fanfare.
Can I have a final word
Said the salmon to the bear
Go on but make it quick
Did I ever stand a prayer
Ask a predator for favor
Only makes us more aware
Of underlying weakness
In your case laissez-faire.
By
David Kavanagh
No matter which road or street I drive down,
I always seem to end up at the mall,
And that is not all,
My wallet seems to take the same drive to the mall,
And I find cash in the car where I swear there was none.
Is there no way for this destination to forestall?
So my financial situation can recover from a fall,
And I can find a road that was there before the mall.
Maybe it is time to go back to driving a manual,
One like Dad had that used to take us on a country crawl,
To find people home instead of at the mall.
Another thing I have noticed is that even when driving in another city,
I don't even get the luxury
Of driving to a mall that does not look exactly,
Like the one I thought I had left for someone else to have the opportunity,
Of trying to bypass for the country.
My heart don’t want to beat for me today
Arguments and bouts
We done drifted a good distance apart anyways
The measurement
Only teases as we wonder where the pleasure went
I’d hold my head, but she don’t want me here no more
I’m looking at heaven
But there is no happiness behind them doors
Momma say there’s a better man in change
I’m going to be the same
So there ain’t much this letter can change
I’m dying, bad thoughts seizing my brain
Smiles teasing my pain
And my heart is crying
How could I not want to think of those tender moments again
Childhood memories, I don’t even know where to begin
Foster homes and social workers
Lost my temper, but how could my vocals hurt her
I apologized; I even reached out and gripped your hand
Tipped you well
Hoping that it would make it easier for you to understand
Besides I died
Laid in my casket and sheltered my eyes
As my enemies cried
I took one from the heavens and died
Laid in my casket and sheltered my eyes
I swear my enemies cried
As if they cared that I died