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Madness has come to get me today.
She whisked me out of the food line, and told me
I did not have a chance. I am a loser, a dupe, a pawn.
She put nails in my head, and drew blood from my teeth.
She kicked me unmercifully in my tenderest parts.
I was shrieking and screaming, trying to get away
But Madness had me pinned, and terrified.
She revered my shrieks, she encouraged me to thrash and scream
"You are noting!" she told me. "No one. A non-thing."
Frightened, I began shrieking more loudly,
Within myself, despising myself more than ever
Hating my inability to boot her out of my life.
"You can do better than that!" she coaxed me.
She tore my skin off, and punctured me with unhappiness.
It was painful, but not the worst I have endured.
A terrifying wolf's howl rushed out of the bowels of myself.
I expected to see madness turn tail and run.
Instead, she laughed, pleased.
No one came running.
I looked around the cafeteria.
No one had stopped talking.
No one had heard my silent shrieking or my wolf plea.
I am alone again, not one of the pack at all.
I heard the promise of freedom,
Became an eager volunteer,
Welcomed you to my country
When you arrived here.
Now, my world is in ashes.
My life in despair
I worked in your cause
But you just don’t care.
You came here as liberators
Stayed here for twenty years
Then like all schoolyard bullies
Upped sticks and disappeared.
A chaotic withdrawal
But that’s what you do,
Turn tail and run when
The going gets hard for you.
You broke all your commitments
As you left most of us behind
It seems to be a case of
Out of sight out of mind.
I am one of the very many
Victims of your thoughtless wars
Who believed in your intentions
And fought in your cause.
Disillusioned and in danger
I ask my self the question why
What did I do do wrong that
You left me here possibly to die.
All over so very quickly when
You decided it was time to go
And my world so very quickly
Returned to a previous Status Quo
Put not your faith in fine words
Because when all said and done
You seem to know no diplomacy
Other than that of bullet and gun.
And we join the millions of victims
Of yet another unfinished cause
As you return to Fortress America
From yet another unfinished war.
This poem does not in anyway disrespect the American Forces with whom I worked in the past, or the American people, just your crazy politicians, who like mine, will fight to the last drop of somebody else’s blood.
Conner woke up in his hotel
and looked to the small clock.
He’d slept through his early alarm,
it was later than he thought.
He leapt up and quickly dressed,
for he had a job to do,
so he pulled on his camo pants,
and readied his rifle too.
A problem bear wandered about
this small, Wyoming town.
A grizzly, it had killed three dogs,
twas his job to bring it down.
The bear population had thrived of late,
so this happened more and more,
Fish and Game would send him out
to do what some deplored.
Like the protesters who’s dogged him
the last two days on the trail,
making noise so any close game
would hear them and turn tail.
They said killing the bear was cruel,
they were here to protect it,
so Conner had tried to wake early
to avid them on this trip.
He expected to see all of them
when he went out to his truck,
Instead he saw nary a soul,
he cold not believe his luck!
He drove then to a patch of forest
near the town’s big campground,
sightings here had him convinced
that the grizzly was lurking ‘round.
Into evergreen woods he strode,
past boulders gray and tall,
though steep ravines and parklands
wearing the coat of early fall.
For two hours he had no luck
looking for tracks or sign.
No scat, no fur, nothing at all,
he feared he'd wasted time.
Then he saw a trail of fresh prints
straight through the piney duff,
and from a thicket to his left
came a raspy, guttural huff.
He peered deep, saw the brown head
of a massive grizzly’s bear
If fed on something, big teeth stained
with a slick, crimson veneer.
It paused then, sniffing the air,
seeing not Conner on the hunt.
He hoisted his rifle, sliding left,
carefully sighting the gun...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
The Big Bad Wolf Nursery Rhyme
The big bad wolf is on the prowl.
Those three little pigs have made him scowl.
Will he charge the house made of bricks;
or huff and puff on the one made of sticks?
Little Red Riding Hood, now makes her way.
Will that wolf now have his day?
While on the path to Grandma’s house.
The wolf puts on Gran’s cap and blouse.
He tries to hide those big bad eyes.
His big sharp teeth await their prize.
Little Miss Hood will spoil his fun.
She’ll make the wolf turn tail and run.
Her protected path has let him down.
The wolf’s big smile turns to a frown.
Will the wolf get help from friends?
I think we know how this one ends.
3/8/2021
Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
DINGLEO AND GINGLYET
When the Dingly Doo
Met the Gingly Goo,
On the subway late one night.
They fell for one another,
A case of love at first sight.
But the Dingly Doos and the Gingly Goos’
Like the Capulets and Montagues,
Had been sworn enemies for years;
They’d never be allowed to wed.
The thing was doomed to end in tears.
“Dingly Doo, Dingly Doo,
Wherefore art though Dingly Doo?”
The Gingly Goo beseeched.
So they ran away next morning
To find a friar who preached.
“Dingly Doo, Dingly Doo,
Dost thou take this Gingly Goo
To be thy wedded wife?”
“I do, I do”, said the Dingly Doo,
“Though I now fear for my life.”
Mrs. Dingly Doo,
Once Miss Gingly Goo,
Shared one night of love with her beau.
But now he was a wanted man
And so he had to go.
So the Dingly Doo
And the Gingly Goo,
In trying to buck the trend,
Couldn’t re-write history,
And both met a tragic end.
So, you Dingly Doos
And you Gingly Goos,
If you meet on the subway today,
Just remember this cautionary tale.
Turn tail and walk away.
23rd March 2020
Inky Pinky Parlay Voo contest
Sponsor - Caren Krutsinger
Iran's leader was our friend
but Zealots forced his rule to end.
Now Iran joined our fervent foes
The Jihad tree sends out roots and grows.
Then there was Afghanistan.
We got dragged into war in that deadly land.
They had hosted Al Qaeda, practicing how to slay.
Killed 3000 U.S. civilians in one fall day.
We went to war in Iraq too
We thought we'd be welcome, Bush had no clue.
Many turned against us, a bitter hard war.
Many voices here say - what were we fighting for?
Islamic state took sex slaves, also crucified.
beheaded if you're lucky, if not, burned alive.
In the power vacuum, they took a chunk of Iraq.
Eventually, temporarily, we beat the Jihad back.
We'd been fighting in Afghanistan for 20 years,
On paper we were strong, but reality jeers.
So Trump said, “Time to call it done,”
And Biden said, “The war is won.”
We withdrew our troops, doomed people fell off our planes.
It was like Vietnam all over again
And today Al Qaeda camps sprout there, for them no fears.
Could we have stayed, could we keep losing soldiers for years?
“We’ll watch from far" said Biden "over horizon sight,”
He said we'd look out for each woman’s right.
But girls can’t go to school anymore, nor walk alone—
Nobody believes our politicians, we turn tail and go home.
In Christian Lebanon, now Hezbollah rules
An Islamic State graduate took Syria, trusted only by fools.
In Mali now, Al Qaeda looks to win
Three times the land of California, the tide is coming in.
Nigerian leaders minimize a slaughter to cloak
In ten years' time you'll see the same land, different folk.
I've just scratched the surface, to be candid
Recall Mozambique, Christian island, till Jihadists landed.
You say, “So what? that's all far away,
They live their lives a different way.”
But that's what we thought, until airliners flew
Through our skyscrapers, the Pentagon too.
Now you might argue "America First" to keep out is best.
But you might not understand reasons for conquest.
I certainly don't want to be in the first combat wave.
I don't want endless wars, or an early grave.
I don't want to fight totalitarians, just live my life, lots to do
But though we're not interested in war, war may be interested in you.
We have enough problems here, in fact they grow worse every day
Can we stand up to enemies, I wouldn't bet that way.
Agency, apt was the day that they came.
Eyes of red flame; a waxpaper gabbaim.
Maintenance workers, how did the place run?
O subterranean lair, set to stun.
Gadfly, gawk well at the faces in crowds.
Blank like new life beneath burial shrouds.
Waiting for traffic to let out a yell?
Rating, chessmaster, is halfway to hell.
Sacrificed pawn, did the carrion crow fly?
Round the volcano thrice, winking awry?
Train station, travelers, widows in white.
Brace, belladonna, and grant visions bright.
Simian intellect, silver flame flecked?
Genuflect, priest, as a sign of respect?
Burning in heads of the mad, lily pad?
O humanity, as cogs you were had...
Yellow king, there in thy city, what lives?
Prisoners with shivs and undoubted missives.
Golem, shall we spend the night here? Let's not.
Jotoba staff in thy hand, thought-robot?
Lycanthrope, hope. At the end of a scope?
Henbane, to cope, steep three days and don't mope.
Flowers in fields blowing brisk in the breeze.
Terror, send a flare? At ease, trees. Trapeze...
O black abyss, do leviathans kiss?
Serpents, when you hiss, spit venom to miss?
Raccoon, thy claw in the mud of the creek.
Why were you digging? Quay, quahog, tale, teak.
Plight of palladium? Poor politesse?
Languid like legendary loves? Lined less.
Tyrant of the wasteland, turmoil. Turn tail?
Vampire, thy fangs. Angel, bottles of ale...
I Stare Into the Water
I stare into the water
(The water stares back at me)
In chime with Terra Mater;
I expend no energy.
Without a paddle or wind to sail,
My prospects are unavailing;
I restrain myself not to turn tail
And so sit quietly, waiting.
Better there were a rising storm
That forces challenging the elements;
Then I could stroke these listless arms
And make for the lee of Canoe Island.
Though I cherish the life given,
I dream of a different place.
This cannot be the eye’s intention,
Timeless, on an unrippled lake.
To create beings dumb and useless,
Void of expansion of faculties,
Suppresses conscious awareness
That forever is death realized.
A blight cast adrift with stigma
Whose destiny is nullified
Because I’m trapped in a quagmire,
Loath to idle in paradise.
***
I drew a sweet faerie girl with a half acorn hat
Then I swept horrible kitchen floor in three seconds flat
On a roll now, I wrote a number of banal, boring poems
All to avoid a bossy, vindictive, creepy little gnome.
He is sitting by my cocker, saying mean stuff about me.
My dog rolls over, and sticks her rough pink tongue on his knee.
The gnome sneers at my head, in a nasty unkind way.
I run over to scrunch him up, but he cleanly gets away.
Mad as Hades’ computers now, I clean the kitchen sink
I clean when I am angry, or at the edge of a brink.
The gunk behind the faucets I scrape up with a serrated knife.
My husband starts to get some food but backs down when he sees his wife.
I watch the big coward turn tail and run back to his man-cave-den.
It is entirely his fault, this infuriatingly hopeless spot I’m in.
The gnome is his third cousin, on his father’s side, a bratty little twit.
If either one of them comes into my kitchen, I will throw a great big fit.
The gnome is peeking at me from a space behind the TV now.
I would like to take his little head and twist it ‘til he yells bow wow.
My husband walks into the kitchen, and says “But what can we do?”
When I get rid of one of them, it may quickly turn into two.
Navigating the path to truth,
which is paved with harsh stones to walk upon
Many stumble or turn tail and retreat
But you will not
You will find your way through
You will seek and search and reach the end knowing
You will arrive there beaten and bruised with your enlightment
You will know the truth of your coming as the only truth
The light will hurt your eyes because you have yet not seen it
The deafening sounds of the world will be the music your heart has longed for
All the yearnings of all the years will not be found here, they will be lost
You will find your essence, which you've always carried, was all you needed