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I hurriedly boarded the train,
Or as hurriedly as I possibly could,
The red blossoms holding onto my hand,
As I held onto time, to slow its haste.
I softened my grip, to let them breathe,
As I caught my breath in the summer noon,
The cool breeze consoled me, as if it knew,
Knew that my winter came and waited.
Many fields passed, many trees overtook,
When I saw an empty house among them,
By the river, among the paddy, it bloomed,
She always wanted a house such to stay,
I thought, but there wasn't much now to say.
As the train rattled across the river,
I looked at my watch, it was two past four,
My grip on the door tightened,
As if to make the train run faster,
But I knew it didn't at all matter.
"Those red flowers are lovely,
Wish I could smell them,
They would be such a charm!"
I remember her words, as the train halted,
I ran again, every second passed me by,
The wind caught my damp eyes, they burnt,
But I squinted and saw my lovely door,
I stopped by trying to hold my soul,
I slowly walked inside, my heart pounding,
Not from the running, but from fear,
There she was, a calm expression on her face,
The doctor stepped closer," two past four."
I am one card away again.
For a royal flush, I need an ace.
Can I get it now in this place?
I have a king, queen, jack, and a ten.
I don’t have luck when I play.
I could use a winner today.
A winner comes now and then.
However, it usually isn’t me.
Garbage is what I usually see.
Can a golden egg come from a hen?
It doesn’t have to come from a goose.
Each losing hand has tightened my noose.
It is just a matter of when.
That combination will make me happy.
Bring me one and make it snappy.
I am one card away again.
I have a king, queen, jack, and a ten.
A winner comes now and then.
Can a golden egg come from a hen?
It is just a matter of when.
awakes, striding seamlessly towards the
trajectory of daybreak. Abed, passionately
attended by orectic thoughts; of whom
early on was created from man’s thoracic cage.
~Envisages;~
Without the least trace of compunction; exfoliating the
Saccharine damped canal with the tongue. Combined oils
and aroma lingers on the lips. Though the stiffened, unbridled,
solid thick muscle would supersede the tongue as the
warm tightened canal adjusts to its width inextricably.
~Pausing~
Waterfalls pouring profusely
Eyes trudge backwards
to that of yesterday
Fingers ascendant
to the nearest limb.
Digits of the foot holding forth
discourse with the sun.
~Orgasms~
Simultaneously
In due course.
Garnished bed linens
Accompanied by
Whitish fluid
~P-H-A-N-T-A-S-M-A-G-O-R-I-A~
"1st Pace Winner"
Contest Name: Best Descriptive Poem
Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
They came at dawn, no warning sound..
Just boots on concrete, bodies bound.
A flashing light, a tightened cuff..
No time to scream, no time enough.
They scanned my skin, a black ink mark..
A symbol small, but fate was stark.
No gang, no crime, no war I waged..
Yet still they locked me in this cage.
A land so far, no kin, no face..
Just iron bars and empty space.
The echoes hum, the cold walls stare..
A name reduced to numbers there.
The air is thick with cries and chains..
A past dissolved in acid rains.
I close my eyes, but home’s not near..
Just nights that whisper endless fear.
What crime is this? What lie was spun?
To steal a life before it’s run?
A mark, a stain, that’s all they see..
And now this hell is home to me.
Memory is a noose around the neck.
Each tug, a reminder of what’s lost
The harder one struggles to break free,
The tighter it constricts, the greater the cost.
It clings, relentless, refusing release,
A weight too heavy to shed.
Even after you let go of the person,
Their presence lingers, memories spread.
How formidable is the grasp of the past
Its hold unyielding, a relentless foe,
Their memories,
With every recollection the pain intensifies
Like a tightened noose, a crashing wave.
The smothering grip that won’t let go.
The more you remember,
The stronger the pain.
A relentless ache of unending strain
In the end,
It’s not the noose that kill you.
But the memories, a relentless bane.
Your own mind becomes the battlefield.
Where the shadows of the past take flight
Haunted by the echoes of what once was
A relentless struggle against the night
Yet surrounded by the darkness
A glimpse of hope
For even in depths, light can be found
And with courage one can prevail
Rising above the memories which surrounds
As the day comes to a close
I watch the sun as it slowly goes..
My thoughts are once again drawn to you
Your body your lips your heated touch too.
I can almost smell your presences so real
If only it was you i could feel
Instead like times gone by
I spread my knees and with that lonesome sigh
I begin to awaken myself slowly just as you would do
A steady even pace until i feel my core gently begin to throb for you
A bit more pressure is what your lips spoke so close to my ear
I remember every moment as if u were here
As your breath caressed my neck stoking my fire
Softly again i recall you saying "A climax isnt something to rush but to admire"
As my hips started to pump, up went the pressure within
Next thing i remember is an exhale and your lips could be felt on me again.
Thick his voice came "Make it purr so tenderly you melt"
The way that came out mercy the vibration could still be felt
Seeds of desire vibrating from his voice alone
Had forever within me been sown
he showed me how i was to make myself be released
My body always his to do as he pleased
My core hardened more and more
This time not only with desire but a hunger so pure
For my body mind and soul missed the touch
And thinking of him heated me so much
Faster and harder round and round
In and out an unmistakable sound
Bright lights and color pops tightened around swiftly
Shaking my ****** raged on violently
Trying to catch my breath
I heard his release as if on the wind
My world shattered into broken shards
All this time i thought he was gone life had been so hard
My mind returning to reality once more
As my body trembled to its core
Times as these i feel him next to me
His touch his heat almost too much to believe
Dynasties of greed and its economic policies,
political discourse and its perpetual odysseys.
Deficits through poor implementation,
voted promises and false trust revocation.
Borrowed capital and meeting their existing obligation,
taxes, high prices and corrupted penetration.
Violence done to keep the system to maintain,
multiplicity of ignorant ignorance polished vain.
Hidden figures with plausible deniability,
equal copious applied without responsibility.
Tightened belts and overdraft bestowed liberation,
practicing austerities in den prison damnation.
The ark of ignorance and its leaking admiration,
and the patriotic beasts lives by infatuation.
Government jobs that save the heart by devotion,
corrupted honor and its commotion.
The real austerity of integrity,
takes the spirit into liberating eternity.
The Covidlike phrase slithered into my consciousness,
coiled itself around unprotected prudence
and constricted.
Its bifurcated tongue touched the untouchable,
testing whisps of thought with darts of anger,
selecting venom’s next victim.
Overlapping scales pressed against prudence’s mouth,
squelching her response.
Logic attempted rescue--
came from all directions
seeking this unexpected foe,
while normal dissipated
like mist on a summer morn.
Each time I repeated the phrase
coils tightened,
making venom drip from fangs of desperation.
Confusion overflowed its cauldron,
spilling into and flooding the chamber of id.
I looked for escape--
a response to entice normal to return,
but found no words.
Change forced himself upon me,
overthrowing bastions of prejudice and privilege,
making me repeat his words,
“Silence is violence and civility, complicity.”
Source of Inspiration:
"Allah is the light of the Heaven and the earth.
The similitude of His light is a niche, wherein
There is a lamp, the lamp is, as it were, a glittering star
Kindled from a blessed olive tree.
An olive, neither of the east, nor of the west
Whose oil would glow forth, although no fire touched it,
Light upon light , Allah guides whom he pleases.”
(The light : 24:35)
I remembered her in her last days
She was weak and fragile,
Yet, the overseas call used to capture her voice
Gentle and strong.
I never saw her missed her morning prayer
I never saw her not busy,
A busy mom, she was
With raising all of us.
I touched her hand in a gentle way
The hand that prayed for me many a time
I had so many words tightened in my chest
Suffocated to hear her voice , one more time.
Life, blessed life, feels nothing without her precious memory!
Full of hope
Leaving for life
Set sail on the ocean
As husband and wife
The kids appeared
The rein tightened
Protecting the young 'uns
From all our fightin'
Left again for protection
A shelter full of strangers
Walking the path together
Surviving only dangers
Losing this, giving that
Never a straight line of rest
Every single moment
Seems to be another test
I got out my sieve
And I could finally see the thread
A system based on borrowing
From the master humanity dreads
The overlords use our suffering
To build the benefits of blood
They get name, fame, wealth
While we sink in red clay mud
Once I found strength to rise
I stood in the face of all my fears
And rather than reject and disown
I brought them near, so I could finally clear
...the bloodline thread
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-04-2026