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Lungs like burnt paper—
folded too many times
by hands that forgot
how to be gentle.
Morning comes with wires.
He wears machines like
second lungs,
ghosts that sleep beside him
and hum.
Each breath is an audition.
He performs survival
on a stage made of ribs—
a collapsed theatre
with no curtain call.
They say he's brave.
He knows better.
Even the dying
don’t always want
to be remembered
as metaphors.
He coughs,
and something inside him
shakes loose—
a childhood, maybe.
A sandcastle
he never got to finish.
His chest heaves like storm clouds,
tight and swollen—
each gasp a fight
against chains
no one can see.
His sputum tastes like rust—
iron and despair,
bitter enough to sting
the back of his throat
every single day.
Medicine bottles line the shelf—
bitter pills, salty sprays,
a pharmacy of survival
he carries in his pockets
like unwanted secrets.
His laughter?
A spark
in a flooded cathedral.
It echoes—
defiant,
half-holy.
Doctors take notes
as if writing him
into science.
But he is not data.
He is weather—
unpredictable,
brewing.
Some nights,
he feels like a galaxy
trying to fit
inside a bottle.
Other nights,
just the bottle.
He loves anyway—
recklessly,
with lungs that bruise
like fruit,
with eyes that memorise
goodbyes
before anyone says them.
When sleep comes,
it doesn’t knock.
It slides in
through the window,
soft as fog
and just as indifferent.
Still,
he breathes.
Maybe not well.
But beautifully.
Like a hymn
the sky forgot
it needed.
In loving memory of my dear friend, Nathan Davis,
a brave soul who faced cystic fibrosis
with courage beyond his years.
Gone too soon at 22,
but never forgotten.
The thought of looking in your eyes
has me hypnotized
frightened with excitement
daring to be scared
The thought of having your arms around me tight
sends chills up and down my spine
and wishing you were still mine
The thought of your touch
that I miss so much
causing my eyes to seep in the night
and in the mornings light
The thought of your kiss
oh so sweet, and were always such bliss
yet for now are a memory
that's no longer faded, but seen clearly
The thought of you making love to me
those memories will always be
safe with me
perhaps one day it will again come to be
Now all I have with me today are
these thoughts of you
they are always on my mind
reminding me day after day
life's not always kind
for if it was then here
is where you'd be
living our lives together
you and me
sometimes I think
why don't I just let it be
but then I see
it was you who made me melt
caused those butterflies
being with you is the most alive I've ever felt
you are the one who made me see
just how wonderful love can be
you showed me how to love unselfishly
how once you're in it
you can never get out
you're to me is what
true love is all about
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
Santa came to Gorton, in the middle of the night
The Moore kids were all sleeping, their eyes were closed real tight
Climbing down the chimney, he’d leave the toys with care,
then drink the milk, and eat the cake the children had left there
A wooden train that dad had made, on the fret saw in the shed
A ragged doll that mam had sown, before she went to bed
an apple or an orange, would be in the stocking too
and little books and puzzles, lots of stuff to do
We never knew who’d wake up first and yell “he’s been, he’s been”
and sort through all the presents, the best we’d ever seen
then we’d fall asleep again, excited, and full of joy
even if the best we’d got, was a little wooden toy
That’s Christmas as I remember it, when I was just a lad
in Gorton with my sisters, my mother and my dad
We never thought we had missed out, on toys or love or food
as far as we kids were concerned, we always had it good
Mam and dad are gone now, and it doesn’t seem the same
maybe it’s that we’ve grown old, a little bent and lame
or perhaps it’s too commercial, a thing we didn’t know
But Christmas is still Christmas, so let the love just flow.
Fall's golden beauty-
faded and blew away
the wild winds howled
and clouds filled November
with filigree snowflakes-
that did not stay
November was foreboding, and
December was filled with days of white
January, is a cold spell, February, well
there will be a melt-
a brief break from the dark
the green grass will peek out
the decayed leaves will lay dead-
but, nature's rest is not quite finished yet
again, the snow will come to us
and frozen days once more will repeat-
with ice, and drifts to climb
winter came early
to the city, woods and streams
with frozen fingers wrapping tight
yet, in the bare frozen trees
of winter
tiny sparrows still sing
and squirrels
scamper up the tree trunks-
their nests lined with my outdoor rug
today, delicate snowflakes taps on my window-
melting into raindrops
yet, it is still frigid winter in Canada-
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January 11, 2020
Poetry/Imagism/Winter in Canada
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1215-749-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, FTI Blog Series - Special Winter
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
It burns my heart and torments my mind
not loving you would be so unkind.
The breath, the touch, the kiss repeat
so tenderly sweet and indiscreet.
Cheek blush, fast heartbeat on the rise
meanings hidden in separate guise.
What set our souls afire?
Kiss me here, touch me there
run your finger through my hair.
Hold me close, press your body tight to mine
it's a moment in paradise sublime.
You drew me in by just a glance
as we engage in ritualistic dance.
Is this our moment of love?
Entwined bodies roll and slide
as easily as the evening tide.
Should there be a hint of any regret
our merge writhes in a tethered net.
Hold fast the brief interlude of fire
as we are wrapped within our passionate desire.
Okay friends now let's just see
Do I have weaknesses of my own?
Nope, after careful investigation
I find I'm just perfect to the bone
A doggone stunning specimen
Of a *****sapien supreme
With bulging muscles everywhere
My tummy is tight and lean
So muscle bound, can't even bend
To tie my oversized shoes
Haven't seen some parts of my body
Since ninety-sixty-two
What's my secret you may ask
To my Greek Adonis form?
I chew on nuts and alfalfa grass
Celery and cobs of corn
Not your cup of tea you say?
So keep up your over stuffed ways
Like the famous Goodyear blimp
You'll go drifting off in the haze!
© Jack Ellison 2013
That summer night we raised our tent
beneath the moonlit, star-filled sky.
A day of hiking we had spent
along Australian trails nearby.
All settled in, did not take long-
exhausted from the rugged hike,
to fall asleep with nature's song
of creature sounds soft and ghost-like.
Before too long- asleep I sensed
my love's strong arm, reach over me.
I cuddled closer, leaned against-
but soon was pressured horribly.
Around my neck it strangled tight
I could not make a single sound;
such inner fear and total fright
when 'round my torso it then wound.
My arms were trapped, what can I do?
How is this happening and why?
I can't believe my life is through
beneath this moonlit, star-filled sky.
At once I felt strong hands tug hard
but could not free the tightened grip.
My life was ebbing, full breaths barred,
and into death, I'd surely slip.
My husband screamed, "I've got my knife,"
as tighter curled its hold on me.
"Oh, God, please save my darling wife-
from this huge monster, set her free!"
The python snake much tighter grasped-
above, a knife all set to fall!
At once I sat right up and gasped!
"Thank God! A nightmare! That was all!"
September 14, 2016
Premier Contest: The Snake Charmer
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
A sweltering sunny afternoon,
With the heat I began to swoon.
Alone, I moved myself into the waters warm,
The breaking waves look to me like many a lifeless form.
Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist,
Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased.
The frothy waters seem so white,
Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right.
Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore,
I have within me, coming to the fore,
Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite,
Need to hold on to them tight,
The feelings incite,
A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write,
Without any spite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
The breaking waters lash against me and quickly change form,
To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite,
As I cast my eyes on nature around me from within springs delight,
And in its own right,
The poem begins to rewrite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
My feelings have begun to rewrite,
In my mind without any spite,
I am now filling myself with delight,
As expression is flowing freely in its own right,
And will transcend on to paper in black and white.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
To the sands entrenched.
Melts the noon,
And evening falls attune,
The sun reflected blue sky,
Has now swooned away and I turn a blind eye.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched.
Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased,
Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.
Your voice still rings within my ears
As you wish me goodnight, I leave all my fears
Of society around us which can be so cruel
I dream of you and I floating above the world
I wake up on an island with sand beneath my feet
With a fresh breeze of love which never felt so sweet
I explore for a while but nothing is the same
This is where I want to dream; a place where beauty calls your name
I surrender my love as it dances around the sun
Yet my heart still aches, as I forever remain one
Then a presence is felt, and the visions come true
For a girl appears, and I see it is you
Together we run, laugh and play
And hold each other tight through night and day
I'm secluded from moments and fears that I had
And with you by my side I'll never feel sad
At night we sit together and stare at the fire
As I hold you here forever, my love never grows tired
These moments we live together and free
I'll do anything to keep you here with me
But they say all dreams must come to an end
Forever on this island is where I'll find my true friend
So never leave me to burn with the sun
As our love grows stronger, we become one
Form:
Written: April 09, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand
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sometimes there's soft sludge
a harsh grip that creeps in
secretly and veiled —
at times, it feels as a tight jab—
warm, holistic, and candid
but it may sting and stab
a scorching pain at the core —
It can lead to severe tummy aches
where tangled strands of—
turmoil reveal a raw touch.
yet at times, sweet peace makes you whole
filling fissures with fervent light —
your cheekbones flush —
from cheerful laughter
as if you are ascending to the peak
of sky
love is a little ladybug
light and lovely —
perched perfectly
but perilously placed by pride
love can be painful at times—
compact yet vulnerable
sitting sparingly on your hand
akin to a ladybug landing —
lifting you to the point
of grasping the sky —
conversely, hubris can build up
not appreciating its splendor
embrace blithe surprises
your cheeks will bulge with joy
but it might also break and disintegrate
fostering abdominal pain
love may discover serenity —
once a wistful whisper
now worn warmth —
facilitating delicate handling
with a promise not to stab again
optimism boosted—
love is a slow, aching healer
shuffling quickly —
through scattered shards of sorrow
shining light amid split shades
heartbeats hum perfectly
across unseen sights —
bravely braving blustering breeze
with unshakeable willpower
experiencing delight
within the area of choice