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Don'T Marry Meredith

It's funny, because I've vacuumed under your bed 
a hundred times in the past two years
I've dusted the black bedside table
picked up your Scotch and Soda pants off the floor, 
still jingling with belt attached 
All of your belts and shoes are brown
My father told me as a child, that homosexuals
were identifyable according to the colour of their leather
-  Brown meant straight - black equalled gay - simple!


It was an odd jolt seeing your face for the first time
Framed in slim silver, large laptop screen size photo
A typical care filled composition 
Brunette, proud as puch five foot five, linked her arm 
Through your blue shirt arm, her grin was relief saturated 
She had to be a Christian, your family is devout Christian 
Appearing 25,  she no doubt felt a first sexual encounter 
was long overdue 
But catered for entirely by God's intention


Anyhow, Aaron, I'm sorry I digress, - you're a busy man
Hence I've never seen you on a Friday when I clean there
You haven't yet moved out of Mom and Dad's s home, it must
make it easier to keep life in order, avoid giving in to urges
1920's movie star you are, in glinted silver screen frame 
Minus Charlie Chaplin moustache 
Plus ten pounds, giving your face cherubic cuteness
Kewpie eyed expression unphased
jowls harking harmless ventriloquist puppet


Don't be upset
If I described myself it would be similarly unorthodox
Vacuum zooming (according to aggressive motor noise) 
I gazed at your lax lipped purple tinged face
-  it has to be the most obvious unspoken secret in your family 
-   Aaron, sweet child of God. 
Your world won't have a bar of who you are


Your Mother had just returned to position a large vase 
showcasing three dozen orange roses behind your frame 
Plus a cellophane covered hamper of high end liquor 
God, Aaron - your upbringing has enclosed you 
aligned with their strict beliefs
You'll need to put that cellophane over your mouth
Wrap it tight around your heart
- You have a congregation to consider
you'll be alright


Riding the Rig

He flops at rest stops
hid by other sleeping truckers.
He likes the loneliness
as the cab windows gradually mist over
with smokey stars.

Rolling on,
cities of light flare upwards
and beneath them
are the unseen, the dead eyed
that hide under a metro-glare.

Amarillo, Detroit, Tacoma, Richmond,
places packed and stacked
with broken dreams and loose ends.

Just driving; hauling and honking.
No one looking.
Launderettes and liquor stores,
five finger fandangos in the back,
chicken wings and Jack D.
Atlantic City, Apalachicola,
soaking in the slipstream
while America looks somewhere else.

What are you watching America?
Sometimes he thinks
only the coyotes are paying attention.

Roads thread through his fingers.
The Great Lakes shimmer,
Rockies rear-up and ripple,
all those dust painted
played-out rural towns,
the roads are his tunnel
through both beauty and depredation.

Old men on roadside benches
stare unphased by his air horn blare'
as if he himself were an 18-wheeled
rolling exhibit of America itself,
yet no one looks long enough
to care.

Premium Member Compendium of Favoured Forms

OPEN

Each
      chiselled
                     line
enamel
              images
to float
upon
            sounds
                       sans
                       rime
staccato
syntax
              align
                     symmetry
as
iambics
                  beat
the
drum
           of
                  vers
liber...
         ....tine
crosswise MATISSE
Your art          your notes         your style
So varied        so wise              so true
Opened           then drew          close to
My eye            my mind            my heart

My eye            my mind            my heart
To love            to learn             to know
Your craft        your theory        your technique
Forever           you made           so unique

crosswise-GRAND-DAUGHTERS FAIR
Your innocence          your purity         your smile
So open                    so natural           so wide
Charms                     enchants            awakes
My spirit                    my eyes             my pride

My spirit                    my eyes             my pride
Inside                       in wonder            in youth
To pray                     to gaze               to praise
In love                      in awe                of thee
quintile-SWEET VERSE
words too
familiar
or too remote
defeat the purpose of which,
he wrote

    was his

hidden
enigma
a step too far,
if no-one could open
his jar

Inspired by Johnson's famous dictum

sequence-THE COUNSELLOR
He
opens
hearts and minds
in sickness and
health-
He
draws us 
to himself
a quiet voice
we
hear
prompts
and reminds-
until peace we
find-
Then
fills us
with His word,
so we may be
heard

Fibonacci-faith quaternion
when
I
listen
God will speak

when God speaks
my mind
will
hear

when
the
open
door closes
light begins to glow

a new way
for me
to
go
An open verse
Will
my verse
reach your ear
      can
your eye
stay the course
      Does
unconvention
           confound
the rhythm
of your eyes
     Take
a deep breath
exhale and read
     between my lines
unphased
     by phrase and
     habitude
or human voice
The choice
          is always 
          yours if
my poem will
          be or is
not to be
a tune upon  
              your ear
Form: Verse

Sound Bites 4-8-2026

The Dark Side 

Freedom 
is damned
by its own
proclamation

Where choices
once good
turn away
from the truth

Freedom
of speech
not just for
the righteous

Self-serving
subversion
alive
— to pursue

**

Fading To Black

Time
weaves loss
into the dormant
mind

Caught in
abeyance
vacuum
— entwined

(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)


**


To Set Free

Once they are read 
words become language
Language becomes freedom
— enlightenment fed


**


Lost In Reference

All the time
I spent remiss
Comparing
the comparisons

All the time
I spent vacant
Lost
— to myself

**

New Arrivals

Unphased
and rephrased
 old words become new

Repurposed
with feeling
as Sages review

Intrepid
endemic
the passion preserved

For those
new arrivals
— who search underserved


**


Ellis Island

Its hope
is unfettered
beyond tyranny
or fear

The gateway
to freedom
its port
— to endear


**


Wasted Breath

“This Has To Stop”
is never enough
the words are
empty still

“This Has To Stop”
a wasted breath
of status quo
— distilled

**


To The Political Elites

I don’t buy
what you’re selling
I won’t sing
in your choir
I can’t kneel
at your altar
I serve truth
— not a liar



**


Steps Determine

Right foot inside
the circle
left foot out

Left foot inside
the circle
right foot out

Inside
outside
steps determine

Acceptance
rejection
— inside out

**


Surviving The Forest

Grow wild
according to thy nature
And slay the waiting demon
of fates revenge

To worship
at the highest altar
Above alpine meadows
— where the heart befriends

**

Sands Of Time

The hourglass
empties
Each day
valued more

To savor
and treasure
This moment
— endures

(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Brace For Impact

*Image of A Fallen Smirk by DG.

Brace For Impact

Pillar of society, creme de la creme, important person,
   one to be reckoned by indeed.
One who's untouched by palls, frails near a radiant ray
   growing escorts doth proceed.
Voice of distinction whose speeches are unchallenged
   by its assertion that's decreed.
Unphased episodes courses the agendas, a sequence
   that discerns simper's precede.

A tempestuous dominance succeeds ominously, envy
   malcontents opposition brews.
A reddish rosebud blossom pleasantly teases passing
   precious sinless longing views. 
Momentarily, likely hopefuls sufficed with promiscuity,
   as castles are in the air amuse.
Tease now meets, precious turns valuable, the sinless
   goes erringly, a longing peruse.

It's Victor Victoria all o'er again, contentious contempt 
   prompt convenient conveyance.
Spun wove a collaring, intrigues the unconscious prey
   lifeline throbbings flit abeyance.
Reflections forfeited understanding, extending affairs
   remaining heartfelt purveyance.
A cunning round effortlessly played a quagmire knew
   a must to revisit the surveyance.

Gameplayers oriented with odds best strategy, ne'er
   is an even field, someone loses.
The furnishings and ambiance, constant the unwary
   yet, talented eyes espy cruises.
The vibrant and the figurative ignored the trappings 
   materializes oneness' enthuses.
Benumbed by skepticism facilitates a stirring, bestill
   as mesmerizing coequals fuses.

Skulked fogs' ethereal coursing mauling hilltops full 
   as the penthouse lights dwindle.
Midst Aurora's wake a bliss wanes, as lights reclaim
   the wilting as a mint thorn tingle.
The advent baffles confused as concealed cameras
   videos live and reporters mingle.
Crushed stand, a ring falls, plays another team, not
   alone, brace for impact, a kindle.

2022 June 22
*1st Place*
This or That, Vol 12
~~Edward Ibeh: Judging 2022 July 01
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Unphased

I am one who carries love
who also carries grief
I hold life’s many phases
like the moon engulfed in shadow

this weight has pulled me inwards
to discover hidden craters
that may become rich seams
how far till I reach darkness

the tides rule pain and pleasure
our wealth of brilliant dreams
and loss of all we cherish
as we fall to earth again

the sky of summer brightness
bears trails of rain and tempest
growth needs the bleakest weather
to forge its strongest limbs
 
and I will strive to keep
the love I bear inside
supple, deep and vibrant
sprout leaves for my new moon.

Adaption

A Doe and deer come to my backyard.
its quite a common sight
              in leafy suburbia.

The hunters search out the 
deep woods to shoot at them.

They are in no danger here
except for the growling menace 
                      of minor roads.

They are unphased,
   by me at my door,
both stare at me for a long minute.

Then the fawn strays 
too far from its mother.

Mother and Bambi
         disappear into 
a light industrial unit
just a stone’s throw away.

That’s just how it is round here,
the tall hedgerows
                  hide both the deer 
and the humming machinery,
                      that unobserved
 make the hunters guns.

It Took Only 250 Words

From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling me now"

His stare seemed unphased by my lame admission
Scanned groceries somewhere invisible
Face much closer than distance restrictions allow 
French throat honey diverted from usual
Behind glasses, bulged eyes listening

Attempt at saving my remark from ruin, I extended
Adept words of general philosophy
on work life balance, my hope his shift soon ended
Frenchy said, "So soon I'm finishing"
Paid, sashayed away, loaded my car

Out of hours nerd backlit by afternoon's fading filter
Sauntered, long limbs fish fine flowed
to his boxy hatchback, began to fold himself into her
Glimsed me, his drive to leave slowed
Look longer than checkout intended

Don't play movies, - be the movie! I frantically chant
My devious quickly runs reels of torrid takes
Grinning, " Thought you'd be put off by my little rant" 
Croissant crumbs flew frenzied as he makes
Front seat space clean to enable our chat

Knocked my head on circular pink hand grip swung
His French consoling rubbed clumsily
upon my hair, explained rubber grip used by his Mum
Tried to tuck it away, cute care fumbling
My impatient imagination carried us far

Decal sticker on window, white lettering ' Luck Left' 
I inquire puzzled as to its meaning 
"Today Luck came," he says, " It's going to be perfect" 
Honestly, hormones by then teeming
Carpark departed in five seconds flat




(smutty Sundee) 
23rd August 2020
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Looters Steal the Message

The country's on fire
Buildings ablaze
A situation most dire
Filmed through the haze.

Protesters all shouting
Passions inflamed
Of their anger no doubting
For the victim now named.

They march with hands raised
Indignant and loud
Determined, unphased,
To pressure unbowed.

But the message is tainted
The moment hijacked
The vision now painted
Of stores all ransacked.

Looters in droves
Their arms filled with goods
From iPhones to clothes
Their faces in hoods

Frenzied they run
Opportunity knocks
Plate glass they shun
With hammers and rocks.

Men of no soul
These rats of the night
Not caring they stole
What's pure and what's right.

Sadness surrounds us
Few places to turn
So much to discuss
While our cities now burn.
Form: Quatrain

Outfit For Christmas

Admired tree top adornment enthroned
Assured her grace finds glorious attachment 
Nestles plentiful supply of progesterone 
Long leapt pirouette enabled summit stature

Twirl of circle skirt adrift with air current 
Spun unphased in mist powder snow confetti
Displays liberation, feminine masterment 
Ceases to be bludgeoned, poor past indebted

Ever near sentinel halo lambent levitating
Reminds Her Highness maintain intrinsic value
Vision fruition, Eden orchard deliberating
Plum jam rich provisions pickled sweet are due

Christmas brings riches, family fondness
Uplifted spirits hear chime of carolled optimism
December cures long calendar arduous 
Decorated angel heralded is spectacularly risen




      12th December 
          - Improve -
Form: Rhyme

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