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The whispers of forgetful mist have seemingly descended upon the world of people-kind ...
the conviction of knowing all is wrong ....
but putting a finger on this wrong ‘is not possible..
as chaos has maliciously rolled normality conveniently into an untidy ball of confusion.
Day by day the outward absurdity grows and seems to take hold of normality by the throat ,shaking it’ and enjoying its pitiful whimpering ,
Many as do I ...stand agape and ask why or WHAT? At the strange happenings.
Tik Tak’s fly in the face of the world but are seemingly of little or no interest for humanity ,
But In their stead !‘
The real game of thrones plays out as the masked masses look on in dutiful silence in a numbing TV induced trance...
soaking up the monotony and hoping for salvation and change .
In these strange days ‘The night sky will soon be full of sentimental’s with uncaring prying eyes ...
yet no one seems to vocal a concern or reason for such things of looming uncertainty .
Day by day I observe that The veins of unrest and the Dark unknown are beginning to run deeper in the strata of human society.
Wether I am drinking my morning coffee or closing my eyes to begin sleep ,
There is one thought dominant above all others
.........As a species
we should be so much more than we are today .
I slipped on a teardrop and landed
deep in the well of a dream
I cannot remember what brought me here
but I know that I've been here before
Beyond the iron gate, alone
I read your name, through tall weeds, grown
A vigil, where the mossy stones
cleave to the breast of wasted years
I feel you standing here with me
deep in the shadows, where I am drawn
Where whimpering trees, brown grass and weeds
are dripping with morning rain
I slipped on a teardrop and landed
into a web, that pulls me in
that tugs at me with silken thread
A withered garland, black with dread
It calls me to hear the wind
and where dust to dust, of what has been
Of quietude, and vague recall
that falters in the falling leaves
Yet alters what I've always known
I slipped on a teardrop and landed
into the recess of thin-leafed songs
Places recalled, that can't be seen
carved into granite years
Behind the gates where you have lain
sharing earth with dried up tears
Defying the time that lies between
I'm slipping and slipping again
I see your name, through tall weeds, grown
A vigil now, where mossy stones
are remembering the wasted years
Between us now, I feel the cold
Defying all lucid reasoning
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Contest: "I Slipped On A Teardrop and Landed"
Sponsor: Cindi Rockwell
6/21/16
Splashed an incident from my psyche all off a sudden ...
which was submerged deep in my sub-conscious mind.
Let me apprise you a short memoir of my past~
I was studying in school exactly a decade ago..
during which I had to witness the death of my graceful neighbour
who possessed one boy and a girl baby.
She killed herself without brooding
on her little children's future.
Why the hell did she commit suicide?!
What could be the reason?!
were all the damn introspection racing
in my whimpering brain.
I couldn't watch as her husband and children sobbed in pain.
I was helpless; Neither anyone present over there.
I could divert the tiny ones by just playing with them ..
So innocent they were to realise their mom was dead.
I was furious at the beginning for her foolish decision,
but later was curious to detect the reason behind it.
In a few days..,
My family intended to vacate the house due to the
break down & sleepless nights,
we moved on to a different colony.
But untill now I didn't hear any news on that.
It remains mysterious.
Strange was her act.!!
3-6-2020
~DEEPA~
Note1:Splash poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
Note2:BRIAN'S SELECT 8,any form,
any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
Deep beneath the twisted root,
Where silence wears a felt boot,
The mother curls in circles tight,
A ring of warmth against the night.
Her brush is draped like silken thread,
A pillow for each tiny head.
With silver tongue and patient grace,
She washes every fuzzy face;
A rhythmic stroke, a tender sweep,
To lull her restless kits to sleep.
She nicks the clay and clears the air,
The mistress of her earthen lair.
When hunger nips at bellies small,
She answers to their whimpering call.
She leaves the warmth of huddle and home,
Through silvered wilds and woods to roam.
She answers every hungry need,
And gives her waiting kits a feed.
But if the heavy foot should fall,
Or shadow loom against the wall,
The mother transforms—sharp and keen,
The fiercest flame that’s ever been.
With bared tooth and a warning low,
She stands between them and foe.
In golden coat and eyes of fire,
She is the shield, a mother’s desire.
Until the stars begin to pale,
And dawn unfolds its violet veil,
She keeps the watch, the sacred trust,
Amidst the roots and cooling dust.
I got fired
For being awarded Most Desired
The truth got liared
I got tired by the fact that you are wired
A different way than me
Why can't they clearly see
That I'll make a difference in this world of labels?
This world is like a wifi that has been running on a ticking bomb of jacked up cables
Going thru a relapse of suicidal thots before and after
I hand you flowers of forgive-me-please after a disaster
After a rainstorm comes a rainbow of radiance,
A tragedy in reverse...a miracle cure, a prance dance - enhance my joy with Royal elegance
Loyal me up as soon as I give in to my old ways (that's what's up)
Cuz I've been unfaithful...mhm, truth sincerely hurts
To You, him, and her and I feel like giving up...I'm a filthy cup in the dishwasher, but I will be a spic-and-span cup (it shocks me to know many have given up so easily...I'm a whimpering pup)
I've been acting ungrateful...I'm inside out shirts...
I'm in my doom-gloom dorm,
Keeping warm through it all...I've crashed due to an epic fall or an accidental fantastic fail
I'm an weird, empty Earth worm
Seeping through the wooden floors that are as tough as a well-built wall...you're a tough trail to tread...I'm a message never sent by mail
Got crazy
A lil lazy
Got naturally hazy
Off of hyper wild-child
Inside me - so not mild
For a while, my mind has been piled
With nonsensical, fickle desire of my elevating empire
I am home with my cheesy nachos on my lap while singing "Girl on Fire"
I'm higher than the clouds cuz I'm high off of laughter and bliss...something I cherish and admire
It's cool to be real
It's not legit to be fake
Ah yeah, it's not a big deal
Hit the brake for my sake
Regret nothing
Quit that fussing
You're my everything
Carry on, do your thang
Off you trot
Don't let me Rot
On the spotlight...
Tonight...despite your black and white ways of sparkling spite and under-your-spell might that shines so bright and it's wrong when it's right
I'm a kid without his kite
Stab me with love-me-not loathe - I can take it without throwing a childish fit with a mature kit with freezing fire foolwit
I'm sorry - I feel like shite
I know I broke the friendship oath - I still luv u a bit, I must admit
Looking skywards, the Alsatian’s eyes glinted for a split second, connecting to a piercing sun ray.
The ray beamed onto dried semen ammonia. Hot dog breath puffed from his nostrils, onto my bare arm.
He sprung next to a sweating succulent, where a tiny kruisbessie leaf quivered human sperm cell display, in a whimpering breeze.
This was a filigree second, in a day of twenty-four hours times twenty-four hours.
Next the Alsatian’s back muscles rippled.
Coarsely-soft black-brown hair along his spine needled up. Four other police dogs whelped in frenzy. He gave a whip snort-sniff, then one sharp bark of achievement.
Wolf ancestry pupils dilated, penetrating that of his handler.
Time, matrixed into bruised, scratched body was a figment, my cells metabolising light and raw earth like the fragrant koppie bushes. Detective voices sliding sediment rock were parachutes opening, falling, dissipating __the helicopter an incessant mozzie.*
“Hy’t dit gekry.” **
The Alsatian with his helper dogs found the evidence of a brutal ripping of my young teen daughter’s virginity, by an impoverished farm worker, on a rugged hill in the Little Karoo.
THE ALL partnered with dogs for humans.
from my loins, a jewel
God connected sun with earth
violence, a teacher
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*mozzie : slang word for mosquito
** “He’s found it.”
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This lifetime’s moment is etched into my evolving DNA as experience. The power of seeing an Alsatian’s eyes connect in radar, with the heavenly Sun, directing him to dried semen on a delicate fynbos* leaf was astounding. Instant perception was one specific gift during great trauma. I chose this unrepeatable moment as it emerged from memory when I read the contest details.
No line was hard to write, though I shed a couple of stagnant tears.
I deleted how I was able to access the best sniffer dogs in the country, the Alsatian and his handler being flown in from another city. I deleted contextual details about the time.
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*fynbos : fine sweet smelling bushes, some producing small flowers, indigenous to South Africa. Rocky koppies are often covered with them, making this type of hill challenging to climb.
PLACED NINTH : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Daniel Henry Rodgers
Feb. 26
I was in a cave and my best friend and I were trapped with just one way out,
And there was a tiger,
And my best friend said lie down and we’ll hide,
So we hid,
And we were under a grey flannel blanket,
And my friend said, “Keep Still”.
And so we laid there half asleep for hours,
Waiting to be devoured.
And my cell phone rung and I knew it was my wife,
And I threw the cell phone hoping to distract the tiger,
The tiger heard the cell phone,
Went to the cell phone,
And followed our scent.
I laid as still as I could.
I laid without fear, but also without the absence of fear.
I laid waiting.
And the tiger went to my friend and began to lick him.
And he began to whimper,
And I began to delight in his whimper, for it was not me that the tiger was licking.
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger, and was comforted that his hunger in that
moment was not for me.
And I laid hypnotized by the hot breath of the tiger, mesmerized by the tiger’s
comforting touch.
But still I did not rejoice,
I simply laid still.
And the tiger began to chew,
And as the tiger chewed I heard my friend whimper,
But still, I laid still, waiting in hope, waiting in silent rejoicing, for my opportunity
to escape.
And I heard my friend stop whimpering,
And I felt the hot breath of the tiger beginning to fade,
And I looked toward the side of my eye at the tiger beginning to feed,
And I jumped up and grabbed my cell phone and bounded for the exit.
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are often neither good nor evil, strong nor weak, courageous or cowardly,
In the end, when the tiger comes haunting,
We are simply slaves of the instinct to survive.
And so I hope in God’s freedom.
I hope in God’s freedom for me, my friend, and even the tiger.
Not because we are so good as to deserve it or so evil as to default to it,
But rather because God is neither like me, my friend, or the tiger,
But like something so sublime as to love us all.
They say,
Be not moved by gold,
Nor charmed by crowns,
Nor swayed by faces
Carved like the dawn.
But by hearts that give
Without asking for more,
By spirits clothed in grace,
Stitched with kindness.
Yet we—fragile beings,
Spun from dust and desire,
Bow often to the gleam,
Reaching for what glitters.
They say,
Let the heart lead the way,
Let the soul discern freely,
That true beauty lies
In soft-spoken words.
But we—flawed and fleeting,
Walk past the sacred,
Chasing shimmery mirages,
Bruising the hands of need.
They say,
Love the one who listens
When silence falls,
Who sees you not as conquest,
But as home—a safe haven.
Yet the eyes, ever hungry,
Falls for the sparks,
And not the hot flames,
That lingers in quiet devotion.
And while character fades,
Into the noise we choose,
The soul stays hushed,
Whimpering beneath glitters.
It's a new day, a new Christmas eve party streaming live
when Santa had to drink, Kahlua and cream, tequila to survive
to warm him up, have a little trust that the world is still alive
as covid-19, coronavirus shiver, quiver all his vibes.
There's the tree, decorated with syringes and vaccines
goodwill is sparing, feelings and emotions quite mean
but Washington is well and quite alive ringing the Wall street bells
lying, deluded, and denying the party's really going quite well.
There are Mitch and Lindsay, Jim Jordan and Matt Gaetz
waiting for the Donald, bowing is never too late, don't hesitate
to do the last tango in White House once hallowed halls,
whimpering and shouting, demanding for election recalls.
It's all unfair, fake news they create to dispute the majority at will
ready to secure their historic infamous places on the hill
and Santa (he doesn't really exist), don't resist
as he slips in quiet, cautious as a mouse thru the house
without a present for these lice, foolish integrity deprived louse.
They bully and they banter slipping in and out of reality and time
not one Christmas gift beneath the tree will they find.
Genghis, He barks, He barks, He barks
Genghis he barks
If he wants you to hold him, He barks
If he wants to be let go again, He barks
If he sees stranger or friend, He barks
If he wants out or in, He barks
If he wants you to pet him, He barks
If he gets caught peeing on the rug again, He barks
If he wants you up at 3 AM, He barks
Good or bad, wrong or right
Happy or sad, day or night
Genghis he barks
If you are leaving him, He barks
If you come home again, He barks
If you exclude him, He barks
If he gets attention, He barks
If you scold him, He barks
If he gets too much affection, He barks
If he chases the wind, He barks
Full or hungry, work or play
Cat or hombre, shy or brave
Genghis, He barks, He barks, He barks
Genghis he barks
Genghis, He baaa...Screams like a banshee death cry
Yelping shrieking like he's gonna die
Whining whimpering wanting to be held
Naughty Kublia bit his tail
He Barks!