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Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
Evening turns to mime -
you emerge from its cameo artistry,
your dark unraveled hair cajoles
in a lamp shaded theater.
Moments clash together.
A denuding madness is ungloved,
a palpable heat mauls.
Long into the cleaving night
unsheathed and reckless,
flesh sings its serpentine songs,
waterfalls plunge into unleashed rapids,
hard ridden gestures
disown all gentle speech.
After the blood blushed tangle,
a listless languor.
We listen to the footloose night
as it slips into velvet slippers,
we ride the tide of a waning moonglow,
our hands shadow play,
mimicking the gossip of bare walls.
Not the wisping grasp against the parchment
That licking click of writer as he tpyes
The cold inanimates touch of skin on screen
Memories only shorter I eye aye the Scottish yes
Scrapes and scrawls on cave dwelt walls
Truncated truck trimmed in intricate trestles
Who was the first message in a bottle for
Bobbles of sheerest ink like Scottish lochs
as.morning mists turn solid for a movement
I enjoy being wrong
Keeping pictures of the dead to the soon to be
Words the unleashed an atom
Words that end wars
illlusions putting fuses to the con
My muse has left
So I better be …….gon
My known, soothing landscapes,
grown from my own hues and shapes,
somehow vanquished their view.
Just one more sore blister of news
to aid my staid mind’s gist of confused.
My angered fist punched tears in their wake
before my shock shakily jot them on a list
of all my heart sought to restore propped.
Truth and I both awoke the first day of last September.
Coffee bound, then mumming around, it was not
long before I felt scared and anxiety provoked ~
?? ... the kitchen was in disorder,
nothing in its place * as I thought it over, I
realized all rooms were oddly rearranged *
back in my room, I paled at a stranger's
face in the mirror, a white-haired woman
wearing my face * the scales said I had
lost 20 pounds some place ... ??
I sagged to the floor from facts scored.
Should I wake my sleeping man to
answer my questions and more?
My fear decided I should hide
inside ignorance while I had the
chance. I was scared once truth made
up my bed, my life might fully
deplete under my own sheets.
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Though details are clouded, I have surely been rerouted.
I try but fail to decipher what all determined this matter.
Prime pieces of me were clearly scattered blind-battered
by forces cemented to time-tatter my mind demented.
It feels as though I have been divorced from myself
by means of some unleashed, bruiser intruder.
I lack all recall of three times three hundred and sixty-five days.
My doctor cannot explain what dementia did to my brain.
Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near.
James 5:7 NIV
AN INVITATION OF BLESSING FROM THE LORD
Hollow bells echo through October halls, stirring of starlings on video.
Cheeks of children long to be red and cold, wrapped in season’s knit.
Harvesting time brings excitement, lifting homeschool from the pit.
Scarecrow sentries stuffed with hay, outwitted by smart-alec crows.
A season for pies with buttery dough — apple, pumpkin and pecan.
Mom’s wearing a vintage apron. Picture the prize with flour on face.
How inviting an Autumn kitchen is, filled with laughter and grace.
Couples, parents with children, cuddle up — moonlight and afghans.
Compassion and mercy on display in Fall’s Cornucopia, therefore be calm
as the land blossoms in corn and pumpkins, green-yellow warty gourds.
Former rain, its arrow unleashed, an invitation of blessing from the Lord.
Angelic breezes, maple-winged cherubs crunching oak - nature of psalms.
October Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Enclosed Rhyme
Turkey's on the table, both legs up
Everything was fine, 'til I made the first cut!
The turkey unleashed a "CACKLE!", then jumped onto the floor
All you could see was basted skin, bolting out the door!
"Catch that turkey!!", I screamed,..."That's our evening meal!!"
The neighborhood looked on in awe, while asking,..."What's the deal?!"
The turkey rounded the corner, boy, that sucker was quick
Dashing like a sprinter, pumpin' those massive drumsticks!
It darted down an alley, disturbed a hobo's nap
And there, seated in a corner, he jumped upon his lap!
"Thank you Lord!", the hobo cried..."Today I won't have to beg!"
"Maybe I'll start with a wing, or perhaps I'll have a leg!"
"Put the turkey down!!", I roared,..."That bird belongs to me!!"
All I could see was a tailwind, as the hobo decided to flee!
I chased him down the alley, perhaps a quarter mile
Acting a fool in public, was never quite my style!
We dashed across the freeway, dodging every car
All I want is my turkey, can't stop, I've come too far!
The chase led to a corner, right past a city cop
He stood there like a scarecrow, talk about a useless flop!
Suddenly, it ended, the bum tripped over his laces
He broke his leg quite viciously, in fact, several places!
I woke up the next morning, thank God it was just a dream
With a hangover and an achin' skull, "OUCH!!" is what I screamed!
I looked over at the table, what do you think I'd see?
That same ol' basted turkey, lying there peacefully!
I stumbled to the table, laid that bird in a box
Packed two sides with a bisquit, then staggered on down the block!
I came upon that alley, peeked behind a garbage can
And there, sleeping like a baby, was a ragged ol' homeless man!
I placed the box beside him, never did I say a word
I penned a note which kindly read,..."Hope you like the bird."
She accidentally unleashed her pleasurable inner real
It pranced out from the belt at her throat
Traveled to the edge of her somber aura
Showed itself to be intuitive and wise
She watched carefully, mirroring her inner real
Fixing things in the reflection of sometimes
A haughty aloof reaction that sallied forth in precision
Leaving her empathetic aura wondering about her sanity
No one notices that she is balancing on an edge of something
she is too pretty to try for, so most men avert their eyes downward
looking for dumpier specimens with fat necks like their mothers
Giving her freedom to study her other selves.
There is a grayscale feeling about her today
Her inner real feels dangerous and provocative,
not unlike a fast-talking, over-confident detective from the forties
Her male side comes out and leads her inner real back into her throat.
That night marked the moment
When I unleashed my heart and secrets,
Chasing a fleeting joy that ignites
The curiosity of many women.
My self-confidence faded,
As the enemy claimed my heart.
Confidence is about facing
What terrifies you.
I've dared to do it all.
I entrusted everything to a tall six-pack,
The bearded Caribbean viper.
In that fleeting moment,
I connected with another soul.
It ain't easy feeling lost.
The soothing rhythm of reggae music
And its familiar tunes
Blocked out the noise of the evening.
He stood there, tall and charming,
With a striking face that caught my eye.
His artistic tattoos
Wove across his skin,
Creating patterns that
Highlighted his strong features.
The light from the streetlamp
Shimmered against his skin.
In that moment,
I felt a deep admiration
For this man with a six-pack,
A bearded Caribbean guy.
Under the streetlight, he was impressive.
I sighed and took another sip of my beer,
Lost in memories;
Was I about to start a romantic adventure?
I quietly prayed for guidance.
That night was significant,
As I opened up my heart and shared my secrets,
Chasing a brief happiness that sparks
Interest in many women.
My confidence began to wane,
As my feelings took over.
GLOW OF SILENCE
The edge of sky petrified at horizon, a somber slate,
as on the wings of surging storm nimbus clouds ride.
For the vermillion sun to go down they don’t wait,
unleashed, in rampant rage they gush out and glide.
The monolithic still sky is scared, shattered asunder,
flakes of grey void fall with molten deluge of torrent.
Opaque emptiness shocked by seismic like thunder
burns in forked flashes in fraction of time transient.
Blazing lines of lightning make cold motif of azure fire,
lazuli light leaves lingering sound to languish behind,
strikes me with deafening wave, rattling layers of air,
ashened by the flashes that make me almost blind.
The sound sinks in the silent depth of introspection,
the sapphire light shimmers in my serene essence.
The lilac lining of consumed clouds kindles my vision,
my soul flushes with bliss in the glow of golden silence.
January 27, 2019
I can’t ever think of giving up,
Giving in to defeat, overcome by the load,
Overwhelmed and overthrown –
Doubting my own worth, my own strength,
The vigor that comes from believing
Even when in doubt, I can make it through,
Find the courage and audacity to kill
Every dread, every doubt, every despair
With the assurance that I have what it takes –
I have the skill to beat all the odds
I have the vigor to seize the moment
I have the ability to prove my worth
I can’t ever think of giving up,
Losing my confidence, hitting that rock solid
Enemy – the darkest war betraying me
With its fears, unleashed by the weariness
The exhaustion that I’m feeling because I’ve been
Fighting a heavy load with every effort,
Exerting all that I have to show the world…
Oh, yes, I can – I can make it to the end,
Victorious and sure that I will always be able,
Proficient, able to struggle through –
Even when darkness so gloomy, falls all around
Even with overcast skies, I know that I can…
Oh, yes, I can fight the battle and win
I can make it to the end, secure in the friend
That silences all my fears, gives support
And reminds me that, with his hands sustaining me,
I will have the victory – Yes, oh yes – I’m a winner
Until the end, I will forever be indebted to my friend
The warrior on the other end, gripping the handle
That guides me as I scoop up earth and rock,
Force myself to always come out on top!
Only a shovel, some might say – but for him,
I inspire his heart to pray…
“help me, Lord, to loosen the soil, dig up the earth
so that a new foundation is born… “