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it moved on its own like electricity
shimmering
sparking in the wires
arcing light
or
like air in my tires
...you rolled
drove me
roved me with sleight of hand
melt of my belts
turn of the wheelhouse
you slid me to left
rocked me hard to right
dressed me
cloaked me
in one single wild flower
you caressed me
with silk
stole my manners...you left nothing of me
I was the milk and honey
you drank
grew tall and I small
humbled before the tidal turquoise caverns
deep trenches
rip tide pull
I am round as the supple pie
you lithe as stripped bark
my rings go round and ripple outward into the world
you satellite me
I forever circle you
In this season of festive cheer,
as hours fade into the new year,
spare a thought for those who live in fear,
who have no one to wipe away their tear.
Think of the children in this season of joy,
girls and boys without a single toy.
Their joy is just a day of peace,
when the bombs finally cease.
When you sit there comfortable and warm,
Think of the homeless struggling in the storm.
Why is it so difficult to understand,
for them this is no winter wonderland.
Some are alone in a nursing home,
Waiting for a loved one to phone
Or watching their door
Hoping it will open once more.
Touch the hearts of those lonesome tonight,
simple gestures will fill them with delight.
Remind an orphan to keep faith in life,
give them hope when struggles are rife.
With compassion, bombs will remain silent,
tongues must speak against those who are violent.
Only love can dilute streams of hate,
reach out to those in pain, to change their fate.
Silent One collaboration with Carole Duet
23 December 2017
Tis torture and not mercy. Heaven is here!
Painfully in reach and yet no power is apt to attain thee.
What shall then quell passions pursuit?
Oh heart that yearns for thee alas, such arduous love aroused.
Thou oh love alone, can satisfy mine soul’s longing.
Mine heart's own song could not yet free itself from the depths of mine desire for thee.
Every hope is but vain indeed.
I muse at thy enchantments and with bated breath whisper thy name.
Tis torture true not to hold thee,or caress thy tender cheek with withered hand
False hearted thou wert and yet still thou whispered promised pleasure’s untrue
In silence and tears mine days spent with the bitter-sweet taste of heaven on mine lips
and arms that shall never forget.
Tis torture and not mercy, Heaven was here!
written by Lori McClure
EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE, ‘TIS PUMPKIN SPICE!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The leaves haven't even thought about turning,
still stubbornly clinging to summer's green,
but the grocery store screams orange.
You see them, the usual suspects, transformed.
Twinkies, once golden vanilla sponge cakes,
now a suspiciously orange hue,
promising pumpkin spice bliss.
Hostess Cupcakes, frosted swirls of autumnal delight,
their chocolate depths now haunted
by the ghost of gourd.
Oreos, America's favorite cookie,
now betraying their chocolate heart
for a limited-edition fling
with their pumpkin spice centers.
And M&Ms, ah those little,
candy-coated spheres of madness,
each one a tiny, orange lie,
whispering of harvest festivals
and sweater weather.
‘Tis a pumpkin spice apocalypse,
a sugary sweet, nutmeg and cinnamon invasion.
I laugh, a little crazed, a little delighted.
Bring it on, I say,
to the Twinkies, the Hostess cupcakes,
the Oreos, the M&Ms,
let pumpkin spice reign supreme!
Yes, let's be honest,
it's ridiculous, but
I'm totally here for it.
Now, where’s the pumpkin spice Pepto Bismol?!
'TIS MURDER AFORETHOUGHT
Euthanasia and abort, modern
skills to will.to kill..but never
to be taught.
A liberating process.some say
sub contracted to others,
doctors,nurses and the like,
so the protagonist can look away.
Avoid a look at the bucket of
once living flesh and blood.
avoiding a memory,which in
nightmares would always stay.
'Tis murder aforethought..
cleansed of the deed,to so
easily destroy one's once living
seed.
Again, another liberating process
arrives,on our stage,it's freethinking
error to wage..
Again,let someone else euthanize..
never us or me to do the deed,a doctor
a nurse to sub contract our need..
to administer the drug
while..I ..we ..one step removed..
watch my ..our ..kin.. ..my ..our hands..
unstained..but this fact..still ...
'Tis murder aforethought..
to will..to kill.
You hear me recite most of my PS poetry on YouTube under my pen name ichthyschiro
You, my homeland
Are of a beauty unrivaled
From one coast to the other
Your plains and rolling hills and pointy peaks
Cry to the heavens of freedom
Your jagged coasts and sandy keys
Offer the arms of welcome and opportunity to the world
And teem with the gifts of the oceans
Lakes and rivers and streams
Born with purity in the snow-crusted mountains
Are the lifeblood of the people
Bubbling with earth's finest bounty
And carrying the breath of all creation on their backs
From cities bulging with people
To a wilderness, untouched and untamed
You are the envy of the earth
And the bosom of liberty
America.
I live here
In the United States
Yes, I'm proud
Proud of where I live
Blessed to have been born in a place
Where I can chase a dream
Where I can speak my mind without fear of punishment or death
Worship, (or not), in the way I choose
Get healthcare, schooling, and assistance in a number of ways
Learn to drive and get a license when I reached 15
Vote at age 18 in a democratic process
And follow the interests I decide on, freely
These are extraordinary things
When you think of the restrictions
Of much of the rest of the world
I was taught from an early age not to take these things for granted
And that many of my opportunities and rights
Had been paid and fought for
By the energies and lives of our people in military service
I'm thankful for that
Whatever others may say, to me this is the greatest country
We are usually the first to be called upon
When another country needs help
And usually the first to respond, in any way we can
But we are also the largest target
And take much of the blame for negative things that happen
No matter where it is
And yes, that bothers me.
There IS no perfect place, and certainly not this
But it is a land of freedom and opportunity
And people move here from all over the world for those reasons
I was blessed to be born when I was -
When a kid could go for a walk and not end up on a milk carton
But I was even MORE blessed to be born WHERE I was
And I thank the heavens every day
That I am an American.
transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
phallic action cum mitt tee)
portfolio playboy philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping jerk, jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
Darling I
Getting tired of crying
It's plain to see
I love you
and you love me
Getting tired of lying
You know you can
You're my woman
and I'm your man
Get it the first time
Cause that's all you
Have
Said it ain't working
When you should've
Said yes we can
Tired of lying
Is there someone
Else
Said it's me and
You
But it's like
I am all by myself
Then there's your
Repetition
I don't know what
You want me to be
Tired of trying
Is it
You or me
Gone then with others
I know there's
Someone else
Said we're through
It ain't true
When there's
Someone else
Tired of waiting
What you gonna do
Consult with others
Suppose to be me and you
Take your leave of me
Go on and leave
Ain't tryna game you
Ain't no tricks up my sleeve
'Twas the week after Christmas
and the bills came pouring in,
I went out for some drinks
but my wallet was mighty thin
My buddy beside me
and I in my football cap,
sat down at the watering hole
by the long-handled beer tap
I ordered a tall one
and it tasted so good,
I could see the owner cooking
under the greasy griddle hood
New Year's Eve was upon us
but I certainly didn't gush,
I had a truck on the fritz
and my toilet wouldn't flush
There were women running around
but I didn't much care,
my clothes were dirty
and I forgot to wash my hair
The clock was getting near midnight
and I thought I would die,
then this beautiful woman
looked me straight in the eye
She said, "I was Santa's helper"
as she pulled on my arm,
"I'm here to love you
and do you no harm"
I saw a twinkle in her eye
as I stood up to talk,
she said, "Come with me"
and we started to walk
Out the door in a flash
I knew it was right,
then my eyes were blinded
by a blue flashing light
She shouted, "Put your hands up
we know you robbed a bank!"
I said, "I didn't do it!"
but she handcuffed me for the tank
With my hands behind my back
she shoved me into a car,
to the slammer I was going
and it wasn't very far
My buddy came out laughing
then he rolled on the ground,
he exclaimed, "Happy New Year!"
as fireworks exploded all around
It was a very sick joke
to play on a guy who was down,
but I'll get the SOB this year...
that's one twisted New Year's Eve clown!
'Tis nineseventeenPM!
On the balcony, in a rocking chair
In full twilight surrender
Savoring this wonderous time capsule
This moment of captivating tranquility
So soothing I wish It would freeze in time
Sweet nineseventeenPM!
Not quite my bedtime
But I know Morpheus will soon come calling
The wind out here whispering inconceivable secrets
To trees darker than the night sky
Crickets are chirping beneath the moon
Magical nineseventeenPM!
I wish for many more moments like this
Moths are darting about the lightbulb above me
Oh, what a night! I wish Asteria would appear before me
And strum her lyre under this twinkling
Canopy of innumerous twilight stars
So long, nineseventeenPM!
The nightjar that sings for me has flown away
I feel the arms of Morpheus enfolding me now
I don't want to fight my sleepy eyes
I intend to revisit you again at nineseventeenPM tomorrow
Glory the sky with even more stars!
Submitted for...
BRIAN'S SELECT B, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 06/11/2020
nineseventeenPM Poetry Contest/Winner(6th Place)
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Date written and posted: 06/24/2018