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Ripping nostalgia right out of my veins
Crippled curtains living in psycho domains
We demolished this city not just this city the World
I can't live slow enough to get to pretend
People go crazy and the next day all mends omens
The trenches I call home
They said a 15 year old couldn't drive
I Showed them
My mom said I'd never amount to nothing
I'd say nothing is better than a bull life
I know my age by the release date of a LP
I answer to any name you can call me
People complain about the weather
I say follow the path to better toils
I got my digs in 6 feet of soil
Its a humble abode
Its where they want me
Out if the public eye
My home deep in the trenches
Sure let's walk down memory lame parking lot paradise
Check out where the best bar used to be
Some gangster slog slinging brass
Torn it down
Saying stick all the memories up your es
I got al the lowdown
Creatures who stole out right our past features
Playing domino's getting high while some great band plays on
Best you tear up that joint yourself
Cause money shakes the moments foundations
Money is robbing us
Our memories liquidation
Its a humble abode
Its where they want me
Out if the public eye
My home deep in the trenches
The fear of losing you is real
It’s in the countless daily moments
Of a diagnosis still echoing in our ear
A verdict forever stuck in our throat
Maybe better to know but at what cost
Trying to keep illness at bay
Aggressive the counter attack
Life never to be the same
Dark thoughts still lurk uninvited
As sometimes your eyes tear up
With no detectable provocation
And in the hush of night when all is quiet
The silence seems unbearable
Within the shadow of a broken heart
So we strive to live each day
As though life is the gift it is
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on August 5, 2019 for contest ONE IN FOUR sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
ahh...auspicious shake of good fortune.
the soil so red, smells so rich.
the allure of an ancient burial box.
my eyes, like pyres of greed.
admiring thieves have no appetency for my pillage.
the cold stone shovel carelessly careens
showers of dirt on insulted flower heads,
but i’ve no time to waste. i absolve
to tear up this plenipotentiary grave.
her mesmerizing portrait with golden bangles,
diamond earrings and rings. ahh...that heaving diamond
placed over her heart.
she must have been ‘sumptin else in her day,
but my quivering fingers will rape her jewelry.
i will not assuage your thought of me —
the jewels sparkle in my mind with intensity.
my soul leaps with joy at the door knocker box.
i’m on hands and knees, dusting away the many days
these beauties have been worm infested.
ahh...this lid, will carry me in — the creak, so sweet.
my first peek, i’m in love
with the heavy diamonds on her eyes.
i undress them first…
darkness falls, something’s gone awry —
the anguish one feels before the century’s storm.
the atrocious jolt of chillers, i feel,
as a corpse comes back to life, teeming with teeth.
at first bite, i become a slave of the night.
10/9/2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Word List: Anguish, Awry, Auspicious, Atrocious,
Assuage, Appetency, Allure, Absolve
[What should one do in the face of startling negligence, disguised as incompetence? I know… replace your ink with vengeance and write blood curdling verses.
What should one do if Jail isn’t on your must do list? I know… tear up version one and write a namby pamby version that won’t get anyone fired but will preserve your liberty.
What follows is version two…]
A doctor had mush for a brain
He leaped right in front of a train
When he dropped his mack
He jumped on the track
His trousers developed a stain
His competence seems to be waning
Don’t ring up intent on complaining
For it’s quite widely known
He can’t answer a phone
For that wasn’t part of his training
He’s so blind he barely can cope
I gave him a new stethoscope
But I giggled because
He could not see it was
A sink plunger tied to a rope
But I got the shock of my life
The nutter’s at loose with a knife
That incompetent clown
In a surgical gown
Is getting to work on my wife
And now I’m so thoroughly fed up
Though I proudly walk with my head up
I’d do it again
For I drove the train
But some say I shouldn’t have sped up
You are a good dog Patches,
'cept for brown patches of stain,
Which you leave all over
the green grass,
I wish you would restrain
You're such a smart dog, Patches,
You left my mind in awe,
When on the 6 ft block wall,
Your careful pretty paws,
Lead you, as if on tight rope,
As if you were a cat,
You could have fallen and
Broke your tail!
Please don't do things
like that!
You're such a sweet dog
Patches,
Unless you rip up trash,
And tear up the new carpet
That cost us lots of cash.
You are a blessed dog, Patches,
But did you eat a yam?
No!
When Holidays were nigh
you stole and
Chewed the Christmas ham!
You are a dear dog Patches
And truly, thinking back,
You only chewed up diapers
Cuz' you liked them for a snack.
A tank rat is a throwback to
Another place and time,
For somehow all that armor grew
Amidst primordial slime,
And now protects them in their crime.
At night, they sneak into my yard,
Tear up the flower bed.
My wife has pressed me very hard;
The thought alone fills me with dread,
For she wants me to shoot those suckers dead!
I cannot bring myself to this
And so I bought a trap.
Though I will not impart a kiss
Or hold them in my lap,
I let them go because it seems I am a tank rat sap!
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Seventh Place Winner
for "Quintain (English)" Poetry Contest, 2/4/22)
sponsored by Emile Pinet
Before I begin I must sprinkle some muse
The main ingredient for the words I'll choose
I'll add in some metaphors with a sprig of thyme
Then I'll add in two cups of rhyme
I'll then drop a pepper into the pot
And slices of sadness to make you tear up
I'll even add assonance, perhaps just a cup
There will be passion as the poem gets hot
A bit of personification with tomatoes I'll then stew
I'll add a teaspoon of alliteration too
This dish will be spicy just by default
I'll sprinkle my similes with a pinch of salt
With limericks, a dash of humor is thrown
Hope it will tickle your funny bone
With syllable count not a vowel to waste
My poem is cooked please take a taste!
Here I sit, staring at the wall,
- trying to figure out what to do.
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
I pick up the phone and try to call,
- but I feel so cold, so down, so blue.
Here I sit, staring at the wall.
*
With out her here I can not walk, only crawl.
- Always just one, but soon we'll be two.
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
My eyes tear up, I begin to bawl.
- She would say, "Together forever, me and you."
Here I sit, staring at the wall.
*
If I lose her I'll have nothing, nothing at all!
- I will be lost, without a clue.
Hoping our love won't fall.
*
Constantly pacing up and down the hall,
- but she's stuck to my heart with the strongest of glue.
Here I sit staring at the wall,
Hoping our love won't fall.
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JE
Lets play
The game
You and me
I love, you hate
I like, you dislike
I smile, you frown
I tear up, you laugh
I plant good, you kill it
I open up, you close shut
I fight for you, you dont care
I accept, you dont acknowledge
I love the quietness, you stormy
I want goodness, you want ugliness
I bring happiness, you bring sadness
I always remember, you always forget
I agree to disagree, you agree it is over
I beg, beg and please, you like no and no
I bring home flowers, you throw them away
I believe we are to opposite, you prefer to quit
I have a fiery heart, you have ice cold watered veins
I want sunshine light rain,you want to be sheltered shade
I want this to last forever, you just want this relationship to end
Wow—is the word!
You are something most surprising
I can feel you boiling in my blood
Waiting, trusting in that torrent
Of psychic union and revelation
You lock eyes with me—
They are blue, love-stricken, wild
I am pleasantly frightened
And comforted all at once!
Somewhere in your stare
You have managed to caress my soul
You have masterfully,
Grabbed hold…
Of all that is me—
This red force of obduration
This imprisoned fool I am…
Fretting at every given moment
In my vulnerability - how is it?
How is it that you know,
That you know our future is strong?
You just know,
This fiery….greed,
These flaws that shame me
Somehow you know this fear in me!
And everything you know,
You will see
You will acceptingly see
You first doused me with glittery lust
Steam and gleam in your keen pupils
In your gaping lips,
In your smooth-trodden truths,
I weaken in your words
You flow me out of my element,
As you pin me to the bed of dreams
You are an opulent ocean
Deep depths I know not!
I am merely a sliver of light
Becoming something solid in your grasp
Crystalline nerves melting in your knowing hands
Where is your surrender?
You ask me, in silence
I am your ball of glowing fervor
About to burst in your psychedelic waves
You are turning and turning
You are feeling me
You are feeling all my feelings!
That I try so desperately to conceal
Dissatisfaction and longing you recognize
In my volcanic hindrance
Your waters heave patience
You calm—you tear up
My fears hold me back,
And you want me to free them
This struggle is our beauty—
Is part of our art
And in you, in your rest
You salvage all the love we can muster
You remember all our moments
Fueling your empathic currents
Holding me close to your heaving tides
In a heartfelt flood of understanding