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B is for Buzzard under my hat,
my brain meaty and raw.
His talons cling like puppet strings.
His rabid teeth chew and gnaw.
Ye old Buzzard, nothing warm,
just a cold sentinel of death.
Not like the life-giving stork —
impervious to the stench of your breath.
Your buzzard form like a swarm of flies.
The maggots mirror your childhood.
The terror of your bulky brig —
weeping under my wing - your no good.
The psychiatrist dissects my thoughts.
One by one he pulls the seething strings,
whilst the buzzard glares at the Rorschach.
Irritated by the smell of ink and pendulum swing,
the suicidal creature flees to the window, succumbs.
The gift of happiness and flamingos, pink,
from my mailbox to the farthest edge.
Quite merry, maybe a bit wild, I sip a drink
of cherry cordial and admire the pink rabbits*
spiraling out of control but perfectly neat,
in row after row of planted fluorescence.
F is for Flamingo - now my crazy world’s complete.
1/9/2019
Contest: Buzzards and Flamingos
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
Not a true story
*as rabbits multiply
‘Your wish is my command’
he said it just as any woman in love
might want to hear
He said it like he was evening some score
somehow leveling the playing field
but said like he might really mean it some day
He said it like he was divulging some deep secret
that might otherwise never see the light of day
yet here was one step closer to a goal or destination
He said it loud and deliberate
so I could not misinterpret
or pretend I did not hear
‘Your wish is my command’, he said
so I’d know that somewhere below the surface
he meant it to some degree
I knew he liked the gallantry of it
and might even want it be true
so I took the gift as it drifted onto shore
Lone and castaway, a care package of sorts
I didn’t know what I might do with it
but I gathered it under my wing and
offered it a home within my heart
AP: 3rd place 2022
Today I’m feeling rather down
Can’t always be happy and be a clown
I will sit and be a quiet bird
No pretty song will be heard
I’ll hide my head under my wing
And shed a tear instead of sing
The sun is shining it’s a lovely day
Wish I could spread my wings and fly away
Guess on days when life is tough
Being a wild bird just isn’t enough
Tomorrow I’ll spread my wings and fly
Look out for me I’ll be in the sky
So if you see me circling round
Throw a crumb I’ll swoop to the ground
I’ll eat the crumb and be refreshed
And back to happy which is the best
Jan Allison
20th August 2014
My daughter my best friend, autism does not define her, sweet, funny, a spirit so full of life, she has such a joy so full of life. While as her mom I cannot deny..
While I was tracing maps of fear,
Her upbeat heart made heaven near.
That smile, a gift she freely gives,
Is proof of how the Spirit lives.
Not bound by labels, jobs, or walls,
She hears the song that mercy calls.
A bubbling brook, a radiant grace,
I see God’s kindness in her face.
Animals, both extinct and alive I dare anyone to test her of her knowledge, while watching fish, turtles, ducks while sitting upon her favorite dock, sipping lemonade on a bright sunny day.
Thus is how she sees our Heavenly Fathers love, who am I to interrupt, if only I could make today’s society see her potential, please God help me here, I cannot bear to think, she will still someday, leave from under my wing, to live where we won’t be there to protect her.
As I dry my tears, I can hear her funny laugh, her ear to ear smile, someone has caught a huge fish, snappy the turtle has made a appearance, Jesus thank you for sending forth your creation, to remind me that I need not worry, You are in charge, thank you.
From my memory and from endless maps
I recreated my homeland to write newly upon it
And on the twenty first day, God rested for months
To ensure the world could shine darkly
The February sun shone mercilessly
As the only thing that could kill my hunger
I tasted their lips before walking into another set of credits
Ever pondering why I even bothered to perform
Endless ghosts whirled before me
As all past plot threads wrapped up nearly beneath me
Gazing into the bright Spring sun
My heart rang as hollow as ever
Twenty four and there's so much more
As an unwitting finale to permanent summer vacation dragged out
Beaten down by sun and arm in arm
We twin herobreakers drank the days away
Forever locked within my skull
My gray matter cried for what it lacked
And yet I let the waves crash down on me
To shield those who wouldn't return the favor from life
Thirteen months deep into stillness
I finally entered my field and ran
The summer sun never touched my skin
As I built and used a new TV studio
Culinary echoes bounded back at me
As the wizened elder who craved the chance
That stony faced and sleepy eyed children only took
Because they felt as though they must, rather than they could
Falsely accused with no recourse
I let my rage vanish into the aether
And lost myself within routine
As the heroic replacement I so desperately wanted to be
I took a student under my wing
And began to consider a new flight path
As this nest I came to know
Was battered by the fell wind I flew in on
And on that hill where my life was saved twice before
A dashing warlord gave me the missing piece I craved
The gentle tune of the ocarina called
And every morning, I patched what was lost
And thus the twin herobreakers merely became one
As I abandoned him to act as God
As nasty as any punch to the liver could be
When it became clear we could only bond over booze
And thus I waved goodbye to a decade of growth
Asleep at 10 with no fanfare
From every end comes a new beginning
So rest well knowing I'll remember you fondly.
Free at Last
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• He thinks back to a time, when he was so young.
M-16 on his shoulder, around his neck dog tags hung
Dense jungles made thin, by what they had sprayed.
His mind drifts to home, and the places he played.
He thought he was melting, in heat so intense.
His skin bubbled and scorched, did this war make sense?
C-rations his food, his appetite gone.
Becoming so thin, but he had to stay strong!
Numb now to fear, the battle raged on.
Back home they were screaming,"Get out of the Nam"
Hendrix and Dylan, The Stones and The Doors.
His music of choice, during his tours.
Snakes in rice paddy's,snakes in the trees.
Mosquitos so thick, filled with disease.
Rats in bunkers, searching for scraps.
45 automatics, the better rat traps.
Sleeping in shifts, in holes dug chest high.
Claymores out front, M-60's close by.
Shrapnel flying, from rocket attacks.
Diving for cover, no time to relax.
Sneaky little enemy, they called them VC.
Living in tunnels, so hard to see.
Dressed in black, like everyone there.
They were all over, just didn't know where.
Home from it all, he no longer fit in.
So he stayed in a stuper as war raged within.
Three decades of anguish, then came that day.
He was finally rescued, and shown a new way.
A Savior from heaven said give me your pain, give me your sin, let none remain.
I love you, you see, you've suffered too long.
Get under my wing, with me you belong.
His chains were then broken and he was set free.
Free from his sin and PTSD
Joy fills his heart, where once was just pain.
His love for The Lord, he can not contain.
Thank You Jesus
Dale M Totten
If I Could
In this time of innocence
The blood is falling just like rain
And you know when I look at you
I can feel and touch your pain.
I can see your smiling face
Always in my memory
But you know one day that I
Will come and take you home with me
If I came to you, I would
Put you under my wing
Bring you home with me
And we’d have everything
But I can’t do that
No I can’t do that
If I could be anywhere
I would be right by your side
We could face just anything
And you wouldn’t need to ever hide
If I could do anything
I would come and rescue you
And I know that one day we
Will always be together
David Cox 02/01/23
It's A cold winter day with blues
It's snowing -the icycles permeate in place
Sitting by the window pane in my space
Storming flakes surround me! By the heat,
I keep warm
I sit! I ponder I think the thorn outside
It is quite contraire . The truth I seize and wonder.The rose bush dying in the winter- so cold, so chilled
The beauteous trees too - Why oh why can''t the blues?
I too still oppose calamity in my precious day
And the blue morning , blue day , shades of blue and hue
I seek those heavenly skies still too of blue
I am oblivious and chilled out in the wit of the storm
But yet the rose if blossomed could keep me warm
Yes indeed they bloom in the spring
And I'd take my rosebush under my wing
So when spring is in the air in the future months of glee
Petals then surrounding my halo in me
I' ll no longer hybernate - or be blue of day
I reckon when and if the birds sings - they chirp
But in reality now I live walking in winter storms
Dwelling departs me when I see the twig
With the thorn thaf often pricks sticking out that big
Blue skies beauteous -they darken in the mind
Snow flakes all so different truei. Shape
I still oppose calamity mystified in my eyes
Thy fall sparkling ! Catch a glimpse! Too it dies.
Originally copyright. Best Poets of 2021....
I cannot relate to
What's in his view
But I can show him that I care
I can prove to him we're there
But words can't describe
How I feel deep inside
Eight long years we've been friends
With ups and downs and tons of sins
I'm not quite sure we're on the same page
But being best friends definitely left a gauge
I may not have the questions or answers he seeks
Or a house, a car, or stability in just weeks
But I have a big heart and he knows where it goes
For only he's experienced it and nobody else knows
I fear for his life every time we're apart
And wonder what gears are clanking in his heart of hearts
I wonder what thoughts drift in and out of his head
I wonder where he'll be --- will he even have a bed?
I'd do anything for him any day of the week
Everything I think of --- who now will he meet?
If anyone ever hurts him again
Their bright little world will be permanently dimmed
My best friend, lover, and little brother
Will never again never not have a mother
I swear on pain and death I'll be here for him
When you can't hear me, open your ears to the wind
The brightest little star will shine just for us
The first day I met him, he had my full trust
While he's known me, he's always been under my wing
Very soon in fact, he'll also be wearing his very own ring
Some say that the eyes
Are the windows to the soul
While words may lose meaning
It's our vision that knows
To me you're an angel
With wings and halo unseen
And I feel that together
We could conquer all things
If you could see through my eyes
For just a day
It would remove all the doubt
And you'd want to stay
If you we're my pupil
I'd take you under my wing
And teach you how to me
You are so amazing
While the mind tends to wander
The heart cannot lie
To put your questions to rest
Just look through my eyes
Realize all that we share
Though we're two separate lives
In our quest to forever
Where we can unite
If you could see through my eyes
Or just read my mind
You'd see visions of you
As I wake at daylight
Please ponder no longer
For through my eyes you've seen
What lives in my heart
How you are my dream
If you could see through my eyes