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Taffy and I walk together
finding golf balls in the heather.
A true friend as we slog around
a best partner so I have found.
Wanting my dog to have a proper name
in line with respect for this noble game.
Named for rotund William Howard Taft
a golfing president that sounded apt.
Though a pedigree mongrel hound
we share moments that are profound.
Off we go to our little town course
Taffy watches as balls hit the gorse.
Traversed the front in level par
felt a tinge of confidence thus far.
Breezing the back with a birdie or two
misses catching up, maybe coming due.
Tensing Taffy sniffs birds of prey
looming ravens, an omen they say.
The last before me, the count at three
can I shoot my age, will it ever be?
Taffy and I stood staring at the hole
needing an up 'n down to make my goal.
Set up for the chip with breath quicken
Jumpy, trembling as I struck it thin.
A shadowy being leapt from the right
Taffy had snatched my shot mid flight!
Then he dropped it right next to the cup
I stepped in quick and cleaned it up.
From now on, no matter how I play
Taffy and I will have this one day!
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Amygdala fires up, logic becomes blind.
Tightness of chest, muscles tensing, preparing for fight or flight.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Thoughts crash and topple trying to find.
Scrambling to make sense, to rationalise!
Eyes widen, jaw stiffens as adrenaline flies!
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Darkness is craved from the logical side.
Trying to find somewhere to hide.
Quiet needed now to temper the mind.
Alone with yourself but of a different kind.
Anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Rage containment, holding back the tide.
Sitting still, of warring will to contain the anger inside.
Draining strength to cool the blazing fire.
When anger sets in, deep in the mind.
Just Alive
Days and a single day with clerical error
A day without document
Is a day of life lost
A loss of life
Sum total of hours over budget equates
Total equality of sums lost
Hiding the bodies and mass casualties in a degenerative able body database issued ebt yet no cash aid in Ventura county save liability non profit finance catch it's documents and wage increase hedging against criminology citation of law reference
Injunctive relief from obstruction
Obstruction which infers appointment
of duty by collection of all donations in
withdrawal of surplus creating
obstacles in speech
Objective delivery has skewed
From addressed in the past tense
To tensing another's perception
Hear in announcement from origin
intent of guilt
No oath or path forward in dialogued
reference is acquittable.
Welcome to The Book of Job
This is where I live
Welcome to Compton
Half a King Kunta
McDonald's coffee sandwich and potatoe in to work
When the hurt is over
Oh when all the pain is gone
Maybe love
Maybe love will
Grow again
For now
Taylor
I moved your picture, from my wall
And I replaced them baby
Both large and small
And each new day
Baby finds me so blue
But nothing
Knowing nothing
Takes the places used
I reach a cross as letters
And our father
Will only sound better
When Eva Green gets it together
And stops bringing mistakes in shame
*Image of Tennyson Cross, Isle of Wight provided by Pixabay.
Forlorn Hope
Poetic Form: Sonnet
Divined amassed, thinly advance their scope
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades enhanced history, constants hope
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed
Readiness spurs insights, smoothing passion
unforeseen tests that fool-hearted, not them
their unbidden stare on death's face, cash in
pushed e'er determined, tensing a rose stem
Unchecked horses, intrepid horsemen burst
barrage relents as foe feared those affirmed
lurked rears castle shadows most accursed
chance lights an afront darken all confirmed
Bold few opinions charged submits warlords
fruition won swords gained Heaven rewards
2021 May 08
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (May 18): Judged 2021 May 18
~~Brian Strand
*2nd Place*
This or That, Vol 2
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2021 May 13
*HMS checked 10 syllables x 14 lines.
Suffocating
By my own hands.
Falling apart,
I’m my own demise.
When last did I breathe?
Why can’t I now?
Falling off
The edge of the cliff,
Failure to grasp
Onto something;
anything.
Beneath the water
I plunge,
Sinking down.
Should have learned
How to swim
When I had the chance.
Lungs filling up
With water,
Air stolen from me
By the thieves
Of the sea.
Shackles weigh me down,
To the bottom
Of the ocean.
Not a breath
Of air
To be found.
Body trembling
In the ties
Around me,
Muscles spasm,
Tensing
With fear.
The need to
Get free,
To find an escape.
But I’m drowning
And shackled
With no one
To save me.
Tensing, and about to move,
Clouds hover twisting with hoof,
Lingo parapentes this flush body:
Hurling shavings’ stop the prove.
A whale, psycho or streetlight:
Moss convenes the hefty truss,
Armoured spears fling to the bat,
Frozen in time to lure the buzz.
Naked! Bereft of pen and paper -
Paparazzi’s might slithers in dipole:
Collision kills this vapour, tribe, vibe;
The soul fraps, flapping a gold taper.
Whence is thy labour parapet -
Where are your stations and grain?
Why are solid requests paraphernalia?
When adjustments are fisture gain.
How you loath me - the self, soul:
Incanting verse and troth to fight;
Whilst proxy, spread, call, sound,
Legitimise oozing, sore canons - tight.
Butterflies come from caterpillars,
The human comes from trait, said dead,
Poesy loves grammatical technology,
And diversity clothes in personal thread.
O self, worldwide! How do you drift?
The miniature scoops cleaving the spirit:
Fine detail creates the abstract flint beside,
And structure charts float the pixel’s sift.
Dominique Webb
In hiding that women are locked outside of california's democracy we are not the same
Present has no further tense to be meaningful is to be regarded as dis-wanted
The past tensing of crime upon a woman’s singular right to pass…….
This is a bearing which cannot be prevented from demand of answer
As to why and whom has allowed this to transpire
Concern and Certainty are appointed as law during these transgressions
Certainty does not to exist as fault is currently attempting to be absolved
There is no legal means for this function in the universe
Physics commands the mortal physique and as such we must itemize a budget
From the parameters of physics not to accost the day
Sunlight provides all manners of energy on earth
No hearing is need to destroy the present
Time has lapsed for celebration
The enmity clause is called for in euphemistic disregard of payment
Payment for services rendered
Tax has been liened farther than constitution can hold
The back pay of motel keys is due forthwith in thousand oaks california
To private citizens who have endured unendable slander and liable upon there house
Tensing each minute she's jewel
Crafted with perfection
Ah marketers jewel
Shines like ah ruby
A red night sky
Each passing minute
As thyme goes by
As thyme goes buy
Flavorful the steaks
Smokey cigar filled lounge
Away from the fans
Away from the crowds
She smiles in admiration
The tulips bloom
Sweet the gesture
Our honeymoon
Now as I wonder
She is seamster
Bussing through the lace
Sweet satisfying
Ah smile on her face
I'm just waiting
No thyme to erase
A lovers minute
At ah lovers pace
She makes me oh she gally
Whoomp she do
Ah sweet minute
On our honeymoon
What are we missing
It just me and you
Romantic sounds
For just us two
I rode my bike down Omen Road,
Knew they'd be after me, I'd reap what I sowed.
Crossed into Jersey, saw a dead bird ahead—
I prefer voices, I get symbols instead
In a pullout was a convertible with a man inside
He drew his finger across his nose, didn't approve this ride
By Greenwood Lake I smelled perfume as I climbed up the slope
I was tensing up, I was reaching the end of my rope
Heard two sarcastic guys in a parking lot
They could be talking about me, I hoped they were not
Should I keep on my course to Port Jervis Hotel?
Should I cut my trip short, heed the tolling bell?
(chorus)
For whom does the bell toll? Could it be me?
Should I surrender my rights in the land of the free?
It’s a grim kind of fate, riding this road,
Where even roadkill is a phrase in a code.
I cut through Warwick, a town old and serene
What I would encounter, who could have foreseen?
Passed a dead skunk on the road, who put it there?
Was I being paranoid, my accusation unfair?
Kept on a few miles, another dead skunk
I pinched myself, could I be drunk?
Reached a platform, but no train in the station,
Asked a bitter woman where I could find accomodation.
She sent me south, just a mile or two,
But the motel was nowhere, her directions untrue.
I asked a local man to search his cell phone
He found an old B and B that was not well known
The owners said I could stay, though it wasn't summer yet
This was an unexpected rescue, I felt in their debt
Next morning on the road, I ran into a dead fox
Does it pay to be clever, to think out of the box?
There’s a law of revenge, a law of crime,
Their justice isn’t yours, nor is it mine.
They were crusaders, but afraid of exposure
I knew too much, there could never be closure.
Got to the Hudson, got on the train
No way to tell this story, all would think it insane
How can I go against sanity's flow?
When the mundane is an omen, what can I show?
If it can be explained away, it stays unknown
And the startled realization stays alone.
Solemn Seduction – for contest
soft winds are swallowed
by my wings
stolen
as the breath of lovers
waiting
unblinking eyes seducing
darkness
prying truth from camouflage
rotations of twist top head
listening for the silent
in silence
clinging to a white birch perch
moonlight’s searchlight
shifting shadows
nuances
of prey
soft wings and sleepy eyes
floating focus
beneath the star strewn sky
talons tensing in descent
striking
without pick-up line
the owl’s loft
for dinner
1/29/2016
submitted to – Owls Personification form – Poetry contest
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