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she often appears in his dreams
wearing pink carnations and other flowers
those sky blue eyes staring through him
he cannot stop looking at her pink red lips
she is prettier in death than she had ever been in life
a woman who is forever twenty-two
he stares at her alabaster skin
those eyes stare back and tear into his soul
I am sorry, he tells her, I should have never been driving drunk.
the blame has stolen his life for the past twenty years
she puts her pointer finger to her lips
Reassures him, tells him to release his guilt
You are an angel, he whispers, but I am to blame
I need to focus on this, I need to suffer
A soft hand strokes him on the shoulder
She lets him know that she is where she wants to be
She was a marvelous friend, a great co-worker
A terrific listener, and now she is his guardian angel
Release the guilt! She tells him.
This was meant to be.
He has no other choice.
Tears overtake him, he sobs until he feels exo
‘ex post facto’ it is facile to see the human reality of matter
one does not need artificial intelligence to feel sorrow and joy
a life not bravely examined is not worth living
and therefore she dissected her innermost self
took scalpel and reason but failed to exhume
what matters most when cut through the chase
inspected valves chambers and flow of emotion
‘be kind to yourself’ but at first the knife was rather too blunt
double edged as well and she needed tweezers and forceps
‘where is the handle because I must get a firm grip
wrap a bandage around my soul and tear into pain’
a psychiatry bible rested uncomfortably aside an atlas
four chambers no doubt be it water fire air and earth
compassion kindness love and no doubt depression
formalin tested her nostrils with the corpse unsurprisingly dead
broken arrows at the core and faded names inscribed in dry blood
the life support machine had groaned under pressure
injection and years on the couch but nothing but stasis
hemolytic infusions adrenaline cardio version exhaustion
until she decided to explore what mattered the most
breathing barely more than sufficient she nearly arrested
a heart transplant was not for faint hearted patient’s emotions
but when she got going there was no going back in her theatre
mental surgery required passion courage and centre
the eye of an eagle and the skill to let go and recover
‘pioneering is quite fun’ she had to admit and proceeded
discovered that she was more than a cultural artefact
but living proof of suppression and uneasy surrender
what she learnt to love best in the end was her dark depression
because this nasty compassion opened her eyes and her heart
5th August 2020
Feral Exchange
I am well spotted and nasty and do not mind that description
Will gather my fortune whatever is your inappropriate depiction
Dig my teeth into your body and soul straight down to the bone
Leave my scent on your remains with a well-executed stepping stone
Once we hunted together and I took your lead and compassion
Now I chose to digest you in the most vicious contemptible fashion
Watch the smile in my fangs cutting deep into blood and intestine
Straight in the open with no secrets nor lies or honesty clandestine
A hyena must live up to her promise of laughing when stressed
Revenge and retribution is delivered with vengeance at best
Hurt is written on my posture and demeanour when I tear into carrion
I am the epitome of self-righteousness so please don’t call me vulgarian
When I stand upright above your decay you will fall on my sword
As a reward for finding me repulsive now but once had me adored
I’ll clean you because out a divorce is such an opportune affair
To thrive on your misfortune whereas I am cultured and debonair
You got me wrong folks I’m not dirty only clean up after the act
To call me foul or unsocial is totally wrong and dishonestly inexact
Know why I attack my once glorious protector it’s because I can
I got you cold out of balance and that has always been my master plan
‘Oh dear ex fellow hyena you might have forgotten one miniscule detail
In some sense only I’m quite similar to you and can rip out your entrails
But I won’t let’s be clear about virtuous living and ethical behaviour
By retorting with similar greed I would merely be your victim role saviour’
‘I am also a hyena in a way that most humans will never comprehend
Simply because they are your models of ignorance and I will remand
You in your own prison meanwhile I found myself another cuddly companion
Go sharpen your claws if you want but I’ll feast on love and kind understanding’
01st July 2019
Pick a Title Vol 6 Personification Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Hyena
Seven times that man when down and seven times rose from the ground
Staggered forth, that last man standing with the mortar shells still landing
Every comrade gave his all; he’d seen them fight and seem them fall
For Britain’s sake each gave his life… or for children… or for wife
Not all battles
were they won
By Britain’s fathers… Britain’s sons
Though, in the mud
did those men lie
They’d fought for hope that wouldn’t die
With one grenade, in pain he races; pulls the pin at twenty paces
Carbines fail to take a rest, as bullets tear into chest
And one last time he crumples; down, to the muddied blooded ground
Labours in his final breath; makes the throw with all he’s left
Not all battles
were they won
By Britain’s fathers… Britain’s sons
Though, in the mud
did those men lie
They’d fought for hope that wouldn’t die
Now, the pillbox, smoking, stands - silenced by a hero’s hands
German soldier forward raced: Human carnage; utter waste
His view of war he speaketh not… for such a view could get him shot
He dare not state nor spark debate, that Britain always shall be great
He shakes his head… he wears no grin
He simply says……
“We cannot win!”
He shakes his head… he wears no grin
He says again……
“We cannot win!”
Not all battles
were they won
By Britain’s fathers… Britain’s sons
Though, in the mud
did those men lie
They’d fought for hope that wouldn’t die
They are the breath
That gives you voice
They are the freedom
in your choice
They’ll never die,
For goodness sake
They live in every breath you take
The Animal In The Cage
Locked in a cage
Steel bars of my own making
The floor lined with the bodies of those who came before
Alongside the bones of those who conspired to harm me
My fingers claw in desperation
Ripping the flesh from the ends
Exposing claws lost eons ago through evolution
My teeth tear into the metal filing my mouth with orange powder
Powder that corrodes my throat making it impossible to talk
Impossible to scream or plead for my life
Alas, the more I try to escape the smaller the cage becomes
Compressing my hopes and dreams
Shrinking any spirit or soul I may have left.
Why would be owner of the cage treat me so?
Men, women and children walk by my cage
Pointing and laughing at the animal trying to escape
They must know the pain I am in
Maybe they can see past the hatred I feel
Maybe they can see the torture it in my eyes
All they have to do is look
Maybe if just one person looked and saw the real me
One bar would fade and I would be released
Maybe I could be human again
If only just one person took the time
The time to see that the animal before them was a man
If just…
Streams of blue fluid
Flows downward
As fragile carcasses decay
Without a peep of a sound
We’re in the brink of disaster…
Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?
We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us…
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…
Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…
The eeriness breaks
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly…
Into the chambers of death
Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops…
Rising rapidly –
It never stops
Dreams of misfortune still
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness…
Consuming the darkness…
We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…
Who will set our souls free
From suppression?
Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our
Guiltless lives…
We’re in complete agony…
Does He consider
Our prayers
Of support and nourishment?
We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…
Encourage us to keep on
Trekking toward Your light
Where’s Your path?
You rinse off all of the sorrow
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow
The weeping ceases…
While the corpses
Tear into
Blood-spattered
Pieces…
The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our
Ecstasy…
Leading us to peace and fortune
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from
Calamity…
We’re hungry…
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly
Like an obscure cave…
Rescue us from affliction –
Embracing downhearted clouds…
Those wretched clouds…
Brought us rain when we asked for bread…
Those merciless clouds…
Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…
Remember our supplications…
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us
Out of cruel vengeance
Out of sheer amusement
Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover…
You can’t manipulate us
Like a subtle toy
We’re praying for
Quiet waters
Offer the deceased
A second chance
Don’t disown
Our broken lives
We’re not alone…
We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…
In the nights when the moon weaves its silver web over the gardens of my blossomed longing,
I await you, beloved, like a rain of stars in a desert of burning solitude,
Come with the balm of your love, divine nectar for my soul, thirsty for affection,
To embrace my being in your arms, an unyielding fortress against the storms of life.
Let your hands sculpt the contours of my body, a divine chisel on the marble of senses,
To wander together on the paths of the sky, two wandering stars in the constellation of eternal love,
Savoring your kiss like living water springing from the mysterious depths of our passion,
While the flame of longing consumes every trace of doubt, leaving only the pure mystery of love.
Our steps make the fragile bridge between reality and dream tremble, banishing the shadows of loneliness,
Passion entwines our souls in a cosmic dance of fulfillment and ecstasy,
And our bodies become purple flames, warming the cold universe with the ardor of our feelings,
I, an autumn leaf carried by the wind of your love, you, the evergreen tree of my hopes.
I paint your name with falling stars on the vault of eternity, the constellation of our happiness,
Enchained in the silken threads of your love, my soul spreads its wings toward infinity,
Savoring the scent of immortality in every kiss, in every embrace, in every whisper,
Treading over past regrets like a carpet of petals, toward a future illuminated by your presence.
Even when the clouds of doubt try to darken the sky of our passion,
I light the torch of hope in my heart, an unfailing beacon in the tumultuous ocean of life,
For our love is stronger than any storm, more enduring than any rock,
An eternal hymn sung by the violins of our souls tuned to the perfect harmony of the universe.
In the tapestry of time, we weave together the tapestries of our dreams and memories,
Turning every tear into a shining pearl, every smile into a ray of sunshine,
And from the shards of the past, we build the mosaic of a future where our love shines eternal,
Two hearts beating as one, two souls merged in the living, immortal flame of true love.
Bride of Frankenstein does not like the scene she is seeing.
Her husband looks so delightful, he might be peeing.
Elvira Mistress of the dark is losing her clothes loud and proud.
Her large headlights are shining and showing, collecting a crowd.
The werewolf is groveling down low at the hussy’s feet.
Tasting the hem of her gown, what could be so sweet?
Bride of Frankenstein is furious, going to tear into them all.
When Elvira says “Frankenstein, your wife is a doll!
She is protective and personable, and I like all her ways.
She is even sweet-tempered on those womanly days.”
Bride of Frankenstein begins to rapidly take all mean ideas back.
Elvira might be nicer than she thought, so she begins to back track.
As soon as she is gone Frankenstein says this was a close call!
I know says Elvira, who is not truly that much of a doll.
Dracula is still trying to figure out where to sink his pointed teeth.
Werewolf is eating bugs out of Elvira's hem a carnivore relief.
Author's Note: Recite the following using the rhythm and melody of "Home, home on the range where the deer and the antelope play." The first verse can be used as the refrain:
His income tax structure is strange
Donald will the needy shortchange
The overly rich
Claim their life is a b-i-t-c-h
For them he’ll find bucks on the range
A clear planet earth never smokes
But Trump’s cohorts grim are the Kochs
Where fossils remain
They'll tear into the plain
Fracking rigs are their dirty jokes
There's fat upon Miss USA
The Donald says queen you shall pay!
"For my regal job"
She did painfully sob
"Is rehab a roll in the hay?"
Like buffalo once were so vast
Our middle class was unsurpassed
Now they are the prey
While republicans play
And deny the climate forecast
Oh Israel I called you forth to listen
there can only be one master to the house
I redeemed you all to belong as brothers
as your service to me you have espoused
Why do you seek control over the others
by example my purchase set you free
my will I am able to make known
when you are punished know it will come from me
I will be the one who gives directions
to the one who is my servant call
my will I am able to make known
it is to me that he will stand or fall
You raise yourselves like lions in the forest
tear into my servants like your prey
shortly I will settle the accounts here
pray your coins I will not take away
By example I set myself as servant
it was you who I washed and fed
I set a table just like a house slave
upon it was my own wine and bread
You were purchased from the wicked
were set as freemen in my tent
everything you use is my possession
you will account for how it has been spent
If you are unable to submit to my direction
know this you can be easily replaced
I will not allow you to destroy my building
I can from stone make flesh and you erased
Every servant is dependent on his master
and a master example I have set
there is only one path to true glory
the obeisance of love you do forget
I will use anyone I choose to
their service to me I'll not forget
I will raise or lower those deserving
if you refuse a decision you'll regret
Accept my admonishments directions
the gentle voice I have sent to you
you have publicly shamed my reputation
It is my example you must learn to do
My father appointed me the master
as a son in his own house I serve
I have sent my messengers before me
My arrival will dispense what you deserve
when I get hauled out of bed for this
I have to wonder to whom our Lord
has to have listen , those to whom this
is addressed you know the scriptures
Amen , come Lord Jesus
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