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Taped to the door’s plexiglass pane, a portrait
Of a Savior with ardent heart burning
Sunlight invades with the turning of hinges
Untethering the hospitality of Tony, the lone waiter
His Brazilian arms are swinging doors, open to embrace
He wore fishnet leggings to the Halloween Jamboree
Leather corset paired with his jet black hair,
Moving with grace at the age of seventy
To the right of the register towering above
The marble counter, the burnout teen dreams
Of welding underwater. A master of sparks
Under the pressure of the indomitable sea
Within his perspective the walls contort,
Xanax whispers in voices of an angel’s Hark
“They won’t know if the register’s short”
Behind the oven is the maestro of cheese and painted tomato
Luis whistles and sings ballads in the tongues of banda
Smiling at nothing with teeth all jagged and yellow
Welcoming all who wander with an “Ah mi amigo, ¿como estas?”
A jolly grin and laughing lungs lift a belly made of pizza dough
The oiled gears of a restaurant’s engine, fueled by cervezas
Joe rides into the shop he owns on his jet black Harley
To work with the line cooks in his leather steel toed boots
He was once Philly cop, and he may still be stuck in center city
He never lets his gun leave the secure embrace of his belt loop
Yet under such a Italian-American macho man brovato
Lies the soul of a tender soul that loves to cook for his community
Across the street, sunflowers raise their winter withered heads
The sizzling steak sandwiches sing in a chorus of cholesterol
The leather booths welcome anyone escaping the World’s dread
So come to Carmines, a source of solace for any and all
Bitter Love
In the night, I whispered no one love like us
entwined we’re one body a mass of sated lust.
Her room above an ice-cream parlour was
an angle’s boudoir.
I left for work in a cloud of pink infatuation
and felt benevolent to all creatures in the world.
Nothing could touch me now the coast
was clear of underwater reefs.
Suddenly it changed a boyfriend, a fisherman
came back from the sea, it was him she loved
in our throes of climax, her thought was of him.
A fall from grace, total humiliation, the beauty
fragmented into thousand pieces of the utterly
repugnant memories.
She and her lover boarded a ferry to Denmark
and that was the end of our love affair.
So on I run
Confidence unwavering
So on I run
Holding on
A path I tread
Lined with friendly corpses
A path I tread
Running on
A soothing song
Lullaby I've grown to live for
A soothing song
Singing on
Eternal peace
Goal I strive to live for
Eternal peace
Dreaming on
A betrayal
Reaching through the pieces
A betrayal
Fighting on
Like I'm looking underwater
The shifting views are so surreal
Sweet flesh of this rotten apple
Corruption that I feel
The words that I
Constantly release
The words that I
Hang on
So come along
Judas lives within me
So come along
Come on
Like I'm breathing underwater
Lungs burning for relief
Sweet flesh of this rotten apple
That I pluck from its nascent leaf
The cruel ways
Human act of kindness
The cruel ways
Live on
A labored breath
Rapid stuttered intake
A labored breath
Breathe on
Like I'm dying underwater
My flesh is stripped from the bone
Sweet flesh of this rotten apple
Taking my life all alone
Poetically sees-
bluer and bluer turquoise water,
below the surface of a crystal lagoon;
with rays of sunshine shining from above,
penetrating the deep crystal blue waves;
with reflected light reaching the sandy bottom,
the sand ripples with endless texture;
and the sun reflecting seems a water curtain.
All is church quiet-
except a hush I cannot identify,
a whisper calling my name over and over;
as gentle underwater waves caress my body,
I hear the echoes of life in the corridors of my mind;
then, I am caught in a beam of powerful sun,
and I know that such a wonderland could only;
be created by God up above watching.
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June 10, 2019
Poetry/Verse/Below the Turquoise
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1151-222-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Poetically Me This Picture,
sponsor, James Edward Lee Sr. (Inspiration pic #1)
First Place
The Fashion Zebra
I am a flake.
That is the term for people that do not follow through.
It may not be fair. I have spent my whole life avoiding the title.
I crossed every tee, dotted all the eyes…
and followed rules real, and make believe…
Now. It no longer matters.
I am exactly what you see.
I write about the weather, cooking mushrooms in broth,
the underwater zoo in Williams, along with other various,
worthy subjects of interest to no one.
I carry a phone and often use it as a coaster.
It brings me messages once or twice a month
and does not honestly believe me,
when I say, “your fired”.
Alas, I still have a landline, to find it,
when I am yet, desperate for its call.
I wear pj’s to the market, my bathing suit to the post box.
I paint murals and laugh at the way leaves fall from trees, in patterns.
I am not longing to grow up, get married, have kids, nor put things into order.
I want to splash in pools, taste ice-cream made from green tea and hunt for spiders.
The world is no longer full of boundaries to be broken,
They have been erased.
Completely.
I am free.
You were never the sunset to me, but always the crimson hue veiling the sun; The subtle shyness in the eyes of a maiden wildly in love with the moonlit boy, her prominent lobster red cheeks when she was a blushing mess under his soothing touch. The sly smile lingering around her lips on her way back home, giggling on the reminiscence of the chocolate discovered under her desk, gifted by her ‘anonymously well known lover’; You kissed the sky, a final adieu while diffusing selflessly into the aqua ocean, deep into the underwater world. I would then dive into the ocean, searching for you, till the ‘deadly piranhas’ whisper into my ear, “She is no more a part of your world”. Maybe then I would weep like a widower but my transparent tears would be washed away by the ‘sun kissed ivory waves’.
An angel all in white with a red handbag
Seven priests all in black clasp their hands in prayer
A girl sits on a stool with a wind up switch in her back
I touch my face but it feels like glass
An elephant stands on top of the world with just one leg
Two fishes dressed in black coats walk their pet balloons
A man stands on the nose of a plane before it crashes
A girl jumps off a cliff into the universe
Another falls from the sky with a clock and a bunny rabbit
A woman grasps on to a clock carried by a black bird
A businessman floats by with a briefcase and an umbrella
A woman in a white dress meditates under water
A boy sits on the edge of the moon gazing at the stars
Through the windscreen on an underwater highway a diver is seen following a shark
A lonely girl sits on the steps while a black cat watches her from the bridge
An astronaut gazes at the world at night through her window
A shark swims in the air through the forest trees
A woman in a black dress plays the violin while being swept away by a tornado
A girl in a pink dress is trapped under a glass
A man stands on top of a school bus while it plunges into the ocean
A bald eagle carries a piano on strings
A little girl jumps into a mirror floating on the sea
A woman floats away with a handful of butterflies just like balloons
a massive coral reef just off the shore
of a tiny island in the South Pacific
a tropical reef filled with sea life galore
breathtaking and stunningly majestic
like an enormous rainforest on the sea floor
rare kaleidoscope of colorful sea creatures
a fishdom of seldom seen underwater life
even a crevice hiding a notorious moray eel
a reef so magnificent, an oceanic cathedral
a community of sea life in a grand display
exotic swimmers in an oceanic aquarium
gracing the reef with healthy marine life
offering much for visitors to that domain
begs it be respected and kept pristine
this grandiose basilica of the blue sea
surface floaters unable to dive appear
like bobbing corks on a fishing pole line
static observers, yet witnesses to divine creation
while skilled divers invade the watery nation
the abode of sea inhabitants extraordinaire
a face goggle view has its rewards
though surface viewers covet those of
the divers who can fathom the deep
viewing the ocean floor’s beauty mark
a kingdom of oceanic life of divine art
surface views are provided with small
portions of the reef freshly harvested
but a rare experience is squandered
because of the inability to dive deep
a lack borne with shame and regret
those who dive deep gain profoundly
by interacting with the life of that watery den
while those fear of depths are deprived
as others dive and find rich treasures
that the surface viewer never discovers
being a surface viewer can be humiliating
causing awareness of one’s shortcomings
taking what others gained at great effort
with risks that only success could unfold
gracing the lesser with hard-earned gold
I just want to say a few things, get them off my damn chest,
Sorry I aint been around much, I think I lost my head,
Drifted from those social circles, I pulled myself away,
Cus I was scared of life then, intimidated daily.
It became compulsive, just to sit and stay at home,
I watched the lights go out, as I sat on my own.
Depression took its hold, that sucker pulled me down,
I don't know how it happened, but I'm underwater now.
I'm so depressed that I'll just stay in bed again,
But compelled to feed these addictions so up I get in sin,
Close peeps I think I must of let them all down,
This depressions got its hold, it's gona make me drown.
I've hit the seabed so far from your reality,
I'm swimming up now, but darkness sits in front of me.
Shall I go out, or just sit in on my own?
I think I'll binge drink and smoke and snort til I can't feel it.
Yeah, cus I'm lost in this life,
and I guess its all struggle and strife,
If I had one wish I'd transform all this,
I'm trying my hardest to force and twist it,
But this dark sea sits all around me,
There's no light here to guide me,
For goodness sake someone please just come and find me.
I'm gasping now, there's no air left,
It is not my time to go yet!
In my darkest hour and I've never felt so useless.
But I keep swimming up,
Is that air I've found?
My head's above,
It couldn't make me drown!
There was a pair
Both having creative flair
Then another two
Having nothing to do
Twins on two wheels
Looking for a steal
No need for a club
Being in the woods with these guys who were studs
Partying at the lake
Spending what they make
Not thinking this is a mistake
A DJ was not there
No one cared
Dancing the four
Ignoring she walked out the door
Searching for Leprechaun green
Wearing tight tailored made blue jeans
Eyeing to purchase a Porsche
This film work was par for the course
Acting like a driving wedge
She did something behind the hedge
To get out of the rough
Her emotions taking rejection real tough
Using a cobra iron
As a warning siren
Stroking the little white ball
Making sure she made the call
A fair way to handle a difficult situation
Getting a good lay and position
Into the bunker it did land
A sandy hazard needing to get out of a jam
With a little twist and grip that was firm
At first the cable television gallery showed their concern
It reached its goal
Sinking into the hole
All this happen when she was asleep
From out of nowhere was the underwater creep
Nothing much after that
For the Princess brat
Champion players enjoy the Seminole skins
Betting on who will win
Take each match
Where an eagle or birdie may hatch
Like it is your last
And remember your lucrative past
Since science overnight can turn weird
Spreading a viral infection revenge demanding fear
In the end see the results on the card
Digesting the negativity could be hard
Especially on the back nine
Marching in rhythmic time
Knowing this is the chapter’s finale
Realizing the positive tally
As the golfing masters put up their cleats to hang
One may ponder over that space drink orange Tang
Promiscuous Miss Samantha Lane does look like Danielle Kang