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An ancient unknown city in the west somewhere
Under the road it had a pipeline maze for water
How old the city people didn’t remember.
During a remote sweltering summer time
Before the start of debate on climate change
The temperature rose to an unrecorded high.
The antique pipeline cracked at the seams
Spurting out from under the fissured road
Water cold as subterranean spring in desert
Filled up soon a wide ditch dug for road repair.
The news spread like flood water
In the desiccated neighborhood
Drew the children of all ages to the pool
Clad in swimming gears they jumped
In the knee-deep water not so much to swim
But to beat the heat of scorching summer day
With the cold water flowing for fun.
The parents looked on as amused guards
Wished they could go back for awhile
To the long lost childhood days
And take the plunge at the cool fun.
If the undated summer children could now see
The snapshot of water splashed summer noon
Through bifocals on their failing nostalgic eyes
They would reminisce how the times changed
In their lifetime the ancient became modern.
August 24, 2017.
(02/25/12)
The word three and why it means so much to me:
Have you ever really thought about the three?
And how it can affect you and me.
How it has been passed down thru time
And helped people see who were going blind
And who could not see what was in front of them
Even when it was a relative or friend.
Let me just put things in the perspective
That has entered my mind, and has been
There for a very long time.
#1) the father , the son , the holy ghost
#2) the three nails in both hands and feet
#3) the three kings at the birth of CHRIST
#4) land , sea , sky
#5)man , woman ,child
#6) heaven , hell , purgatory
How many other threes can you think of
That has been given to us from above ?
My other thing that is and always will be in my mind
Is how I end my poetry with FAITH, HOPE , LOVE
So to all my friends who may read my write
Take the plunge, take the plight
And see if I am wrong or right.
Faith, hope, love
Dinner was for two, a shared dessert meant to please
Exotically prepared, with apt name to tease
Across the table she’s testing, probing not too deep
The taste lights up her face, no secrets can it keep
Help me out she whispers, into action I leap
Beautiful in texture, already having regrets
Yielding to the craving, oh how willpower forgets
Cream runs soft and silky, soothing over ache
Her hands spoon me more, perhaps more than I can take
Obsession builds again, reaching layer of sponge
Caught in resistance, I choose to take the plunge
Oaths fill my mind, sugar high sets me dizzy
Lost in a chocolate maze, layers keep us busy
Angels driven outward, demons devour inside
This just-right moment’s gone too far to hide
Each dunk goes deeper, the wafers start to flake
Crumbling extra pleasure every scoop we make
Allies in debauchery, our bodies can’t resist
Karma, she’s a b!tch, but tonight we both insist
Ending in the bedroom where our real passion persists.
Love beckons, let’s take the plunge
but first dark desires expunge,
lest cravings lead us astray
and our soul, we so betray.
If pure joy we wish to find,
we must first rest lower mind,
rushing forward to embrace,
outpourings of divine grace.
Know love does not hesitate,
so why for then, do we wait?
Oh worthy monk, take the leap,
feeling bliss mists seep in deep.
Resting habit of thinking,
head and heart, with love linking,
no sooner we come undone,
our soul with God becomes one.
28-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
I gave them all my riches,
I gave them all my fame,
I gave them all the things I loved
That caused me woe and shame.
Now I sit here penniless,
With no one else to blame,
Attempting to achieve some happiness,
In a cult that numbed my name.
I am now a swollen vessel,
Turgid with cult beliefs,
A homeless penniless vassal,
Who depends on his cult to eat.
Others wonder why I’ve done
The things that changed my life.
But I knew my ego must be shunned
Because it only brought me strife.
The cult accepted me, a troubled youth,
Who was Hell-bent on destruction.
But they also knew I challenged truths,
And society’s specious deceptions.
At the banks of my mental Rubicon,
I elected to take the plunge,
Knowing my cast die tumbled on
A past I could not expunge.
Others made the plunge with me.
They too, took the risk.
They too, wanted to be free
Of society’s smothering fist.
Now we are all on hostile ground,
In a society that we have shaken.
But, to our cult, we are now bound,
And we realize the risks that we’ve taken.
We no longer drift like icebergs,
In some cold conscious conformity.
Portions of our egos have been purged,
Which masked our id’s enormity.
I am in the Doctors Waiting Room
Waiting for my name to appear on the screen
I’ve been here for twenty minutes
Oh how much longer before I am seen
It’s embarrassing enough for me
Without the whole waiting room learning
That every time I use the loo
My pee has started burning
I sense the receptionist is highly amused
Though she tries to hide the fact
Then proclaims at the top of her voice
“Sounds like an infection in your urinary tract”
I can see all eyes upon me
As I go to take a seat
So I make my way towards it
While looking down at my feet
The TV on the wall blares out
An advert about a man called Giles
Informing you what measures to take
If you’re diagnosed with piles
There is an air of misery
And impending doom
Everyone thinking of all the flu viruses
Floating around the room
The lady sitting next to me
Stands up and shouts “outrageous!
If I have to wait much longer
I’ll catch something contagious”
A small boy is building with plastic bricks
Sat cross-legged on his own
While mum totally ignores him
Too busy on her mobile phone
I point out to her
A large poster on the wall
‘No mobile phones ever'!
She says “I’m talking to my boyfriend Paul”
There’s a sudden buzz of excitement
As a name appears on the screen
It’s of someone who'd got tired of waiting
They went home at two fifteen
There is the distinct harmonic sound
Of sniffing, coughing and wheezing
With an equal measure
Of moaning, groaning and sneezing
A sudden smell of disinfectant
Makes me catch my breath
My mother always said the waiting room
Had a distinct smell of death
My nose begins to run
And I really must take issue
With the man who stole my seat
When I got up to grab a tissue
My bladder's feeling full
I should have gone before i came
I daren't go to the loo
Because knowing my luck, they'll call my name
I really need to go
And decide to take the plunge
So I start upon my trip
Towards the toilet door I lunge
Safe inside the toilet
I am suddenly appalled
When I hear the tannoy whistle
And my name is being called
I pull myself together
And venture from the loo
It appears I’ve missed my turn
Someone took my place, I don’t know who
I approach the receptionist
And say “I really had to pee”
She says “Come back tomorrow,
Your appointment is ten past three”.
Desert Life And Ice
Sand, granular dust, polished white by fire in the sky
Bones of the old camel scorched as well
Scattered about the dunes in broad day light
By the red sun punishing the wasted land
Pushed at winds back and un-breathable command
Dire consequences of a flooded inferno ignited
On a lifeless world, in constant heat, killing
Wells dried up long ago along with ground water
The last oasis on the land evaporated
Vegetation, animals, withered
Leaving a hole in the heart of life
Marching over the desert’s screaming pain
I drag my burnt crisping body on in agony
My last drink, like me, was an ancient relic, lost and gone
Skin blistered, tongue swollen purple, air too heavy to breath
Feet burnt and bleeding on the desert rising distances
There is very little left behind my sunken red eyes
I walk the endless sea of fire sands and think of ice
Dwell on frozen stories of cold winds and storms
And contemplate on an iron tub filled with glacier ice and water
A friendly woman by my side to take the plunge
Below freezing, below the cold, we grow old
Sunk in bitter winter frost together
Sinking into the tub forever
Usually clad in nothing
Under the blue distant burnt out sun
Let your imagination take a dive
Dismiss those voices willing it to soar,
Explore the secrets hidden to mankind
And gaze at sights you've never seen before.
Take a deep breath then silently descend;
Leave restless shores and anxious thoughts behind.
Deep in the fearless ocean's azure realm,
Enchanted landscapes captivate your mind.
A world of wonders passes slowly by
As free from bonds of gravity you glide.
Through living waters rich in vibrant life
Kaleidoscopic colours coincide.
Fine gossamer of fragile life cascades
Down to the luring coral reef below,
A ballet of exotic fish parade
As bioluminescent starfish glow.
When life's adventures dangle out of reach,
Imagination holds the magic key
Just close your eyes and dare to take the plunge
To open seas of possibility.
23.08.19
'Wow me poetry contest' sponsored by Nina Parmenter
There’s always soap
To kill the germs,
Remove the scum
And wash dead skin cells
Down the drain.
Is there hope
To kill the ‘worms’ inside?
Remove the scum and stay alive?
Clean the head, scrub brain cells:
And with one voice, scream, “We can learn!”
No time for Soap Operas,
No time for dopes.
No time for hang ups;
All hung up on soap-on-a-rope.
Just remove the scum already.
No time for silly fragrances
That cover up our stench and filthiness.
The time is now,
To clean up our act.
The time is now,
As a matter of fact.
The time is now
To take the plunge,
Get baptized!
Remove the scum!
And for goodness’ sake,
Please bathe, or at the very least,
Dance in a rain shower
With rainbows sparkling down
With full flower power.
And don’t be a numb skull,
use sume soap.
They say, “Cleanliness is next to Godliness.”
But I say, mispelling is not a sin
Nor are grammatical errors.
It’s just more proof
That I am ... only human.
I am not a robot,
Snowflake.
Beginnings Excite but Are Difficult,
Getting Out of Bed to the Alarm,
Deciding What Needs Doing is Occult,
Showing Up at the Office Can Harm,
The Urge to Exclaim "Halt!",
School Often Makes One a Worm,
Lines Blank on Paper May Scald,
1st Words are Awkward & Squirm,
Like Feet Preceding a Swim, Cold!
But Take the Plunge, Abandon, Be Firm,
"Dive In!, Carpe Diem!" Your Story be Told,
Yet Giving Birth May Affirm,
If Done Right Never Gets Old,
A "Nes", The Newborn Solution Confirm,
Imagine! Curious & Daring as Disney Walt,
Cleaning Up After the Party, Post Partum,
Even Eating Begins in the Kitchen Called,
"Legwork" as it's Needed to Enjoy the Hum,
It's Easy to Overlook Our DNA Spiraled,
Roots, Such as My Loved Little Woman,
If I Can't Anew Fresh Starts in Life Bundled,
The Men in White Coats Will Hunt Me Down!