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First, you need to mix the potion.
You must read the instructions very carefully
You don’t want to be summoning up any old witch.
So make sure it’s the October manual.
Especially as we know what happened last year.
How you got October mixed up with November is nobody's business.
But my god, when I saw the fire brigade heading to the House of Parliament, I just thought to myself, what has the idiot done this time.
Now I know what you’re going to say.
What about that little corporal guy you summoned up.
Okay, I take that on board, he looked harmless enough, little pencil moustache set him apart from the usual riff-raff.
How the hell was I to know he wanted to rule the world.
Just goes to show you.
Nearly lost my brewing licence over that.
Then you went for, in your own words, that guy who makes people laugh.
Atila for fun.
Are you dyslexic or what.
The grief that caused
Another warning handed out.
So let's have a look at the screw-ups over the years, see if we can rectify them this year.
This is what you’ve summoned up so far.
Liz Truss
The Tories
The Teletubbies.
That guy who said, I didn’t have sex with that woman, that week.
European Union
Poetry soup Poets
You can see how the coven is not over the moon with this lot.
So, before you summon up anyone this year, I’m going to be looking over your shoulder, make sure you get it right.
Right, the mixture is brewing up fine, looking good.
Okay, begin the summoning up.
Oh, great spirit in the brew, sum us up something new.
Okay, looking good, coming through now.
A big blond dumb looking guy
Right, I like it, do you have a name for him.
Boris you think.
Looks like a Boris, I like it
But the main thing is.
He looks harmless enough...
Each poem better than the last
I write them to improve.
But looking back should add to fact
that nothing's new to prove.
When all I write is soon passe'
for better works of art.
And all I know is what I am-
a better cheat of heart.
So what's it take to say I'm good-
to set my work apart.
When each new work gets better still
and cheapens from the start?
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Part Two -by Trevor McLeod
Atlas! I know what cheapens art.
The better piece of heart.
When all I know is what I do
is take a piece of start.
That each new thing is started from
a single work of art.
And that I do gets better still
when each piece weeps the start.
There is a state of mind devoid of thought,
where no one expresses an opinion.
And yet, the thing is, that it is not safe,
to let others do your thinking for you.
Those who live their lives in oblivion,
cower within its anonymity.
And none the wiser, they become shadows;
in a place where only shadows exist.
Choosing not to get involved: they escape
to where reason becomes irrelevant.
And shucking all responsibilities,
ignore truths and dodge the consequences.
Oblivion offers a false escape:
like an ostrich with its head in the sand.
For ignorance is never an excuse
to detach yourself from reality.
3) ability in disability
If you hate you will die
If you love you will die
Why not love and die
If you say the truth you will die
If you don't say the truth you will
Die
Why not say the truth and die
If you talk you will die
If you don't talk you will still die
Why not talk and die
If pursue your vision you will die
If you follow you mission you will still die
But the good thing is you will never die with confusion
If I sing my songs of freedom I will die
If I don't I will die
Why I don't sing and die
If I write I will die
If I don't write I will still die
So why I don't write and die
Life is not how far
But how well
So in your disability
Find the ability
It’s not too often that a person knows
a bad thing is inside them, and too late
sometimes they realize that cancer grows.
It grows like poison ivy, and one’s fate
depends on many factors. One is time.
How far along is cancer when it’s found?
How fast and high that demon likes to climb.
I wish that we could stomp it on the ground -
to not just flatten it, but take it by
the roots and yank it out forevermore.
When cancer comes, you’ll sit and sadly cry.
To know it’s in you cuts you to the core.
I know because it grew in me one day,
and never are you sure it’s gone away . . .
For the Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest of Chantelle Anne Cooke
Memory records
All sorts of stuff
Some beyond recall
A watcher sees
All happenings
Stores all in secret
Not one thing is lost
Even those hidden acts
Unremembered nuances
This brilliant library
Buried deep within
Stores all transactions
Such profound secrets
Shame, guilt and regrets
All kept in lost archives
This fabric of consciousness
Vivid living experiences
Woven into timeless memory
Rote remembers mundane
But that is just a minor bit
All else is memory unforgettable
To overcome life
Go beyond rote memory
Immerse in formlessness
Leon Enriquez
04 September 2014
Singapore
I instantly open my eyes, at first I am unaware of where I am or why? I'm surrounded by a
darkness that is'nt dark, for there's a paleness to this darkness, its consuming, its
Illuminating, my thoughts stop -
Which allows me to acknowledge theres a hand within mine, its the most beautiful hand ever
designed.
I look to your face and navigate it until I reach my favourite place, your eyes, and they
are smiling at me, they are recalling our history, they are seeing what our future is
going to be.
We take steps forward hand in hand, without breaking the connection that our eyes began,
we stop abruptly, naturally, we look before us and we are at a cliff -
The view is magnificent , now everything is starting to make sense, down below is our
world, our earth, it becomes obvious that we are standing upon a star looking down upon
the solar system that created us.
We look at each other in acknowledgement, for the message is clear, Every single thing is
beneath us, it is only you and I my dear!
I must think fast. My house is on fire and I'll have 16 minutes at the most
to decide what I will save!
For sure, I will rescue the computer, or the flash drive at the very least.That is number one, for this represents a great number of hours I have spent creating poetry.
The second thing is my photos. I've saved most of them in albums, and there are many! I'll have to grab them up in armfuls and make two trips back and forth to get them out!
Third, I really should not forget paper documents: proof of birth and house ownership, certificates, checks, etc. To get those things redone is a huge hassle, and luckily, I have them all in one big box.
What next? I think I will grab up my jewelry, especially my rings with precious stones that I love so much. Bracelets, earrings and necklaces too. I'll toss them all into one big bag and worry about sorting them later!
I've used up at least ten minutes of my time by now. Next I will try to rescue my clothes. There are too many of them to save them all, but I will grab up my favorites, yanking them from hangers and taking them to my lawn in big piles. I'll use the hamper to carry them in!
After clothing comes shoes! Of my many pairs, I need only to save a few which are my very favorites and my two most comfortable pairs which I wear the most often.
Finally, I have arrived at the final thing! Most of the sixteen minutes to get stuff out of my house has disappeared by now, so I will run into my kitchen and grab up my supplements along with any healthy nutrition bars and dark chocolate, all kept in my pantry. I will just shove them all into a large box and get my butt out of the house.
Whew!! The fire truck is here now. I am praying all my favorite nic nacs, books and old records will somehow be preserved! I can always get new sheets, blankets, furniture and televisions, but the things I most cherish are the things I grabbed first to take out of the house, especially those things irreplaceable such as photographs and my poetry!
And what did I learn from this little exercise? Well, I really need to have all my favorite things previously organized into big boxes which are easy to carry!
Feb.21, 2019 for
Caren Krutsinger's Seven Things You Would Save If Your House Was on Fire
The masqueraded ball of the many faces I see,
Cannot at all compare to the love I have from my king,
I can hear his voice from a distance,
I can feel his whisper in the wind,
A love that stands out like no other,
And in my heart, I know it's him,
The world of masks that surround me,
Are taken off one by one,
And each time one is taken off,
He confirms the love of his son,
Some masks can be quite scary,
They can make you want to run away,
While others are so beautiful,
They can make you want to stay,
But one thing is for certain,
Past what my eyes do see,
Is the truth of that love behind the mask,
Its his love that sets me free,
Some perception can be trickery, but he stands upon his word,
The foundation of his love cannot be shaken and is sure.
It's impossible to make a silk purse out of a Sow's ear
Why would we need to
I want to make things clear,
And adhere to the rules,
Only idiots and fools
Could you imagine a Sow's ear made of silk?
I cannot.
What Rot
Do elephants pack their trunks?
Or go on Holiday
No, they stay at home,
Where they like to roam
Do all birds have Pigeon Feet?
Do all carnivores eat meat?
And give Mc Donald a miss.
Do all love birds kiss?
Why are some dogs unable to bark?
And birds sing like a lark.
Others just squawk
Some parrots talk
Kangaroos jump
Camels have the hump
Possums play dead
Some creatures lay eggs
Fish can not live on land
They need the sea to survive
Babies of all species need feeding
To stay alive.
The world is full of complexities.
Understanding and perplexity
But one thing is crystal clear,
You can't make a silk purse out of a Sow's ear.