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BETWEEN THEN AND NOW
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Let's find eternity in a day
it's here, right here in this fluid moment ,
an hour, a day, a week, a month
ignore all these intervals
for they're really all just a heartbeat long.
They say,
so often now that it must be a cliché,
how hard is it to love and lose
not just him, but a part of the self as well?
But hope is a powerful potion
and when the same betrayal happens
in different ways multiple times,
it eats into the soul leaving me but to wonder:
Am I broken?
Perhaps, I can shake the wounds and click my heels
and still dare...
I'll nod, smile, and agree with the stars
that while my popped veins are screaming,
there is still a charmed chance whispered to me
once broken, twice broken,
pray tell, why should I try for a third time?
For hope is indeed a powerful potion
though fear may be stronger,
as pierced memories are knives embedded far deeper
snaking their way into the depths of wilted flower beds,
of a look, a smile, a question on a dance floor…
that pause between then and now.
Just flow, let’s find eternity in a day
time means nothing when hours turn to seconds,
an hour, a day, a week, a month ,
ignore all these intervals
for when my fingers become tapered candles …
Life becomes wrapped up into one ball of wax.
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Michael Falotico's " Close Your Eyes and Click Your Heels"
By: nette onclaud
Arched in reflexive flexibility
Steady and taut like a bow
Tension creaking* to extreme limit
The stretched serpent snaps
And bites its tapered tail
Clinical symbolic cyclicality
Leading to self re-creation
A renewal from death to life
Spinning a conceptual image
Of eternal return, reflection
Of a diseased earth in throes of death
Cleansed by utter devastation
Paving the way for a brand new start
Discarding the fetid outward form
Revitalising the immortal inner soul.
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The Ouroboros is a tail-devouring snake.
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1st October 2014
Contest: Designed by Devise
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Placed: 3rd
I would like to share a tale with you
About an ongoing Spud feud
Between two potato families
And the shenanigans and antics pursued
We have the Tater Family
An extremely large family indeed
Round , robust, varied , versatile,
Availability always guaranteed
The Sweeties are the other family
Long, oval, tapered , also versatile
Orange and a little softer on the inside
Availability, sometimes quite the trial
Now, the Sweeties think the Taters common
Often heard yelling ‘You are rotund and quite frankly cheap and crass ’
Many of you are a shade of ugly unripe green
AND~
You are always getting smashed!
Well… ‘HALLO’ , responded the Taters
Have you looked in the mirror of late?
You are certainly no oil painting
AND~
Whats that weird hairy bit at the end of you mate?
The Sweeties retaliate with fervour
Well, at least, we are healthy, special and sweet
Popular, sought after and make a delicious pie
Known as POET-ATO …..a favourite with artistes!
‘Yeah right’ ….reply the Taters
Did you know we ARE known as the people’s spud?
Always available and at hand to help
AND~
To be quite frank Sweeties
When the male spuds wear their jackets….they are considered quite the Stud!’
Now, this feud may always continue
Their differences may always be their fuel
HOWEVER~
There is one thing they will always agree on
SPUDS RULE!!
Underneath her heart is the Fathers breath
Under her mind feelings of loving bliss
And under her apparel those the clothes she adorns
Ravishing silks, perfumed and her tapered body
Scented and oiled for her husband
A view of nakedness amidst this cloaked skins of cloth
~
He is arouse high off her innermost spirit
Parts of his eyes explore the beauty she hides
on the following morning they exchange hearts
Bathing in each other’s arms loving as such in the Bridal Chamber
Now legally wed they surcom to their bed
was natural ravishing bodily touchingly
2/3/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Braised by the sparkle of snow on the ground.
Drawn by a tapered moon.
Chilled by the air you rise to hound
then startled by the crumpled tune.
Mist floating heavy with sweat on the banks.
Damp to the open mouth.
Ice crusting over to give it's thanks
with winds giving way to the south.
Black oily skies in overcast clouds
dampening the moonlight to dim.
Crescendos of light forming covenant shrouds
with joy giving way to a hymn.
White crested branches of snow covered trees.
Praying for flakes that still fall.
Hoping there's still, some in the breeze
who'll make it to ground in a squall.
Spells in the wind are telling their stories.
Hoping you'll feel Christmas Magic.
For those who will listen to all their glories,
or wouldn't; would that be tragic!
you'd awakened my senses again
forming of calm nectar giving off a ray
of colorful hues pastel pines scents
my thoughts were vague withered beneath
me while my eyes danced a certain wilderness
I suppose tamed an yet wildly moved beyond
the hidden currents of you and I why I folded
above a chafe finding an yet you were there again
just like before I'd catered to the grand posture
of the unseen snowcapped mountains beaming
throughout sunlit branches covering the forestry
tapered about warm meaningful lessons gathered
just so as I began to drift quietly entering into
soft dimensional haste your shyness of a hesitant
need to pull out away from my foundation
while nestled so neatly a tethered fit roughly
bruised an yet healed instantly forming a newness
while i eagerly welcomed your home coming feast
Yesterday,
the rustic multicolored foliage was scattered about the ground; basting and glistening beneath the tamed fall sun, taking their rest.
The long days of summer had been harsh on them. For they had entered it, green and lavish; Chorographically dangling from the branches of enormous oaks and maples...and birches, too, perhaps.
But time and temperature had tapered them.
Today, they are motionless.
Dismantled from the spotlight of summer's stage. The ground is cool.
Soon, comes their burial blanket.
And above, jubilant souls shall shuffle about, oblivious of the dancers stilled beneath them, from which their winter wonderlands
were conceived.
A new day, a new world, a new tomorrow
Shades of painted corners
face these inward fears
Now drenched in today’s worries,
as flat as the cornerstone of suffering
caught within boundaries along wasting moments,
crying blanket feelings,
pounding on the walls of despair
“leaving fist prints like so many discarded roses”
Calling out to the endless deafness
“Time it does not heal,
scars merely cut deeper”,
in echoes among the tapered distance
Fog engulfs the melody, slowly chasing
after poetic symphonies
playing from a southern direction
“vertical compass points from there to here”
Your weary hand trembles
violently as it reaches, pleads
where a monochrome sun sets,
beyond the chosen horizon
in heart shaped vistas and sweet tea landscapes
Trust grows in amber glowing beacons
waving banners of solitude
“free flowing fabric beckoning in longed for motions”
You force the stoic front door open,
creaking hinges scream, fears cup beneath your chest
Breathing in the stench of the past
but lured by the fragrance of the future
Where sorrow drowns in cascade pools,
pain hides where it can not be found
and he waits to lift you beyond the darkness
“and you find you have wings, safely within his opened arms”
Now floating towards a white picket gate,
swinging freely beneath the arbor,
once a collection of lattice work shadows, dark lines
on a desolate earth, now a tapestry
of blooms, woven among long dreamt dreams and
clover leaf wishes revealing a pathway
to the beginning of
“a new day, a new world, a new tomorrow”
3/22/17
Written for the New Day poetry contest
Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
MY LONG LOST FRIEND (NIGERIA)
By Edward Ntebri Egbelo
Just like snow you left the clouds; withering the earth with enclaves of your shadow
Memories can never escape the glimpse of your far gone character; your smiles of hope in moments of dismay
Your pedigree nature in guiding human opinions
Your strength in conquering strange battles with sanguinity and fervour
O!!! Behold thy old self; gazing at the failing mirrors
Jealousy has enclave thy mind with malevolent and odium of close friends
Where is that integrity I use to envy, that humility I use to covet, that optimism I use to hanker? All sucked up; by that quintessence of sleaze
Wake up my friend; up from thy waning slumber
The road is tapered; assuredly coarse and short
But they is surely a destination
Hope fills thy fading face; you will surely conquest over your qualms.
The dreams you beseech will surely be your climax
Your victory is not far-flung my friend; it lies in the neighbourhood
Waiting for you to grab it with complete vigour and sincerity
Haste should be far a point from grasping it
Hold tight my friend, enjoy the cool breeze of nature and acquire your birth right with integrity and honesty.
God bless you my friend
God bless Nigeria
Emotional Burdens Set Sail on Dark Waters Lagoon
Adrift, Under the Soft Light of the Waxing Crescent Moon
Subtle the Reflection, the Tapered Lunar
Gently Glistened Dark and Murky Ethereal Water
The Rippled Surface Parted to Embrace Oshun's Daughter
Dark Waters, Uncharted Enchanted Tantric Whispers
With Urgency, Implores the Mystic Explorer
Seeking Light in the Dark
Hoping for Star Lights to Illuminate a Path
Opaque and Obscure Neptunian Watery Depth
Bubbles revealing a Treasure Cave where Creativity is Kept
Nurturing Seeds of Aspiration
Dark Waters Incubate Newly Conceived Inspiration
Piscean Streams of Motivation Needed
To Aide the Birth of the Water Lily Seeded
Dark Water, Dark Moon Daughter
Now Submerged In Blissful Abysmal Depths
Dreamy Trance, Her Secrets the Dark Waters Kept.