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Premium Member Let It Be Hp

Let It Be HP


On another poetry site
the winding road 
took me for a ride
from the top of the mountain
to the bottom,
at least in my eyes.
Along the way my confidence
inflated.
It grew,
especially with increasing
reader views.
This was good,
seeing myself growing into a tall oak.
This was the spark I needed.
And recently it deflated.
This popped my balloon.
This little piece of rubber
shriveling up in my mind.
"Poof."
It hurts.
It hurts
to pass this story along
of always being an acorn.
What I see over there 
is that the new car
smell wore off
quickly, my value
depreciating even
quicker. 
At first, my ride
was on uncharted territory, 
this the terrain I coveted.
I yearned for attention.
Reader views were like 
sky towers to me,
initially, some dozen
poems put out 500 watts
with one at a 1000+ watts.
The whites of my teeth 
were shining, the shining spotlight
on my stage for once.
My eyes looking up.
My mind even musing about
parting with the pup-tent views,
here.
It was short lived success...
to say the least...
dozens of poems left in effigy,
sub 100's, the last one flickering
on and off at 15 prayers.
It was a crying shame.
Yet 
it was electrifying at first at HP,
my charges stimulated,
then seemingly overnight
my poems were sequestered.
His new car smell waned.
Where did the lights go?
I do ponder
maybe it was me that sank,
probably so,
and not the readership
... as my mind picks 
up the pieces, saying
to
Let it be.
Let it be.

connie pachecho

8/9/17

Inspired to write this poem after reading entries
to the "Let It Be" poetry contest.


Premium Member It Hurts To Flail You

it hurts to flail you 


                                      
on a hill
stood her foot
eyes of chill
hairs of soot

my wicked witch
befalls all
with her *****
and booty call

i was one
to face her gall
and dungeon
of nightly enthrall

she bound me
to ropes
and ecstasy
pills to cope

two whites
does tricks
cure of night
pokes and pricks

my back
whip lashed
attacked
and gashed

the blood
spurted out
every thud
i re-shouted 

i cried
candle wax
that fried
wounds max

i cried
she kissed
i defied
her bliss

smitten 
more whips
and bitten
with clips

i re-cried
more candle wax
that fried
more wounds max

she eyes
her prize
between thighs
as it rise

i cringe
her rough
fringe
of slough

as she rode
the train
so bold
without refrain

on top
she sang
no stop
from bang

that night
wore on
crying sight
eyes are gone

mindless
of pain
and her bliss
and gain

duet again
she shouted
in vain
as i pouted

when done
hurt and defiled
i was stunned
at how wild

she became
under surface
flailing her game
with purpose



connie pachecho

2/9/17
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member One, Two, Three, Four......

Try as I might,...I could not get it right
My small fingers that fumbled over the ivory whites
While scowling her face with that crabapple frown
One, two, three, four...one, two, three four...., her eyes looking down
"Try once more..." she repeated, and I would  struggle, so hard....
She would point at the notes, with a yellow Number 2 .....
And circle the flats, and would circle sharps too
One, two, three, four......one, two, three four...
Don't bother to look at the exit or door

The room was too warm..." I keep the thermostat at eighty she'd say"
It helps old bones, , rhumatism, you know..it keeps the aching away"
A scent of Vick's Vapo Rub when she leaned in too close
"For my horrendous allergies".... she'd boast
A Kleenex all waded, a ball in her fist,
Her glasses hung from a nose,
That constantly dripped
One, two, three four,...one, two, three, four...
Oh how I wanted to run straight out the door

"Now, try it again", she'd say, as I glanced through the glass
Out to the sun and the summertime grass
With the sidewalk so ripe, for my playing 'neath trees
For some hopscotch, or jump rope, or roller skate keys
A day, ...not for Mozart, or Bach, or Beethoven...those guys...
What could those grim, long dead, wearing wigs in disguise
Understand of a little girls heart?  One, two, three, four....One, two, three, four,
Oh how I wanted to run out the door

But now................My dear teacher....I wish you could know
How I grew to love music, and remember the days
When you gave me the knowledge and spirit to play 
This beautiful gift, which I cherish today.........

One, two, three, four.....
May I play you a melody?......
And then, if you don't mind...
I'll be happy to play you one more....
__________________________________________________________________________

Miss Ella Mae Engle....  Rest in Peace, God Bless You, and Thank You From My Heart
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Take a Knee and Burn the Flag

Take a knee
  Hey, we aren't free
Everywhere that we can see 
  There's police brutality

City workers, raise your fists
  And go on strike
Milk more taxpayer dollars
  For all the perks you'd like

C'mon, let's go block traffic
  We'll do it midst rush hour
Show unenlightened folks
  Lawlessness is Power

We can't forget that while we're at it
  We've got to boycott Israel
They give LGBTQ folks there full rights
  But we'd rather see Jews fail

Comrades, stand by to burn the flag
  'Cos of the Democrat's debate
Just one lone suit-and tie ***
  And all those whites we hate

Then pull down your pants and go pee
  On the streets of San Francisco
You'll never know how bad they smell
  The din there's louder than a disco

So take a knee
  It works, you see
Marijuana's legal (Yippee!)

Then stay knee-down
  'Till America's drowned 
By executive orders 
  And open borders
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mr Bojangles-Piano Man

Piano man was what he said he was called.
Percussion he didn’t need to keep us enthralled.
Pianoforte, this was his instrument of choice.
Pacifying and entertaining with his velvet voice.

Piano man hit heights. 
Please play those black and whites.	
Pick a tune with pazazz. 
Play that great old time Jazz.

Phrase those songs to tap our feet.
Pure honkey tonk, most complete. 
Put old time feelings, sweet. 
Perfection, feel the beat.

Play those ivory keys. 
Plant new notes with such ease.
Piano man, don’t stop. 
Please don’t play that hip hop. 

Play us a jazzy tune. 
Pleasure that we can croon. 
Praising life, an all its ways.
Pitch is off, piano has seen better days.

Pure music-its still there.
Pretty sweet melodies fill the air.
Piano man, play any song you please.
Played as he laughed and tickled the keys.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member And This Too Shall Pass

AND THIS TOO SHALL PASS...IF WE DO THE RIGHT THING
 
Shameful as it is, this burden place is still my land; 
Though a broken house it may be, it's still my home.
Her foundation is cracked and rattled, but still, we stand;                                      
Pity, her today's "Nero ego" has forgotten the story of Rome.         
Despotism no longer hides in ambush along the power corridors;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
Its venomous words and twin actions are now commonplace.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
Each day the sunrises to waves of injustices and abject horrors;
And a once revered nation now wallows in its own uttered disgrace.
While it may seem that hate and bigotry play death games each day,
Infusing lives with their fisting bloody cuffs of "isms", let us not despair;
Reverse exodus has begun--the Noah-like political flood is on its way.
Rain clouds, lightning, and thunder of retribution have begun to prepare.
The Ark this time will be built with planks of liberty, justice, and undying love;
The Supreme Power of Blacks, Whites, Jews, and Gentiles is watching from above.
Form: Sonnet

I'M Feeling It Chapter 4: I'M Running Outta Time

You’re too far away from me
Already, I watch my life pass away
Endangered species fall before my eyes and I’m weeping seas and forests of plenty
I read the bible, I study His word…but not today…
Why not today? Why? 
Oh no…
I feel so shady and shy
I dunno…

I’m feeling it…
Crawling up and down my spine
His Holy Spirit
Becoming oh so serpentine
Against my flesh
Strung by sudden totems in my head that feels like lead within my numb cranium

I’m a phoenix out of the sweltering flames
I’m an owl, flying off into the universe of pro’s and con’s

I am who I am…
I am peanut butter and jam
I am who I am…
Not some cheap technology cam…
Or whatever you call em
The point is…
Te amo, amiga…
But, I love me as well as you

Wait, I’m feeling the crease of a smile, rollin’ in my face…
My swollen face that is a swirl of whites and reds…
Can’t keep pace this time in this race of vast grace…
I took you lightly and I took you darkly, darling…we aren’t sharing beds…
I had it with this feeling of belong…
Is it even right or wrong…
Or am I bewildered from the beginning to end…
I’m a bible – Genesis to Revelation…
That was never read – the utter frustration

I’m the light of the Earth
Yet, I lack His wholehearted mirth…
I had enough of this…
I’m feeling myself,
Losing progress…
I’m feeling yourself,
Fall into place…
Without my trace
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Winter Whites

*Image of Snow Winter White by Pixabay.

Winter Whites

Master winter's crystalline zephyrs brisk,
studies o'er its righteous domain quickly,
promptly the seasonal occurrence whisk,
frost wintry breath dust a field o' calmly.

Eggshells ahead, once a rocky meadow,
Snow hovers across a restless highway,
Wall posts look like porcelain afterglow,
Cable radars are bone chinaware splay.

Alabaster Venuses ... snowstorm lamps,
Snow White elucidate the dwarfs a song,
Daisies dozing 'neath powdery revamps,
Cottonfields-rice patties, trees chiffon.

Ivory pearls, wilt on places, creamed rich,
Winter Sunday's finest whites are the pitch.

2022 January 18
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND STRUCTURED
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 March 08
*3rd Place*
Winter Wonders Within Nature
~~M. L. Kiser - Judged 2022 January 23
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member I Swear

 Frigid temperatures filled the square
Rigid opponents chilled the air
 Deriding him a radical socialist
Unbridling the race to get him off a ballot list
 The city was arm in arm, in protest daily
Whites, Blacks, Arab and Israeli
 and what came up to all’s surprise
Mayor elect—Mamdani’s rise
 Along came the 112th Mayor elect
Strong spent are the people who'd select
 Lines stretched around doters
Awaiting hours were his voters
 Indulges in a city reborn it’s bagels and lox
Sworn in over the subway station docks
 Hand upon Islam’s holy text
A marvel of a man who’ll govern next
 Swearing words of conviction and not of pity
I swear, to bolster and defend this dynamic city

Mayor Mamdani
promises New York City ~
a hopeful journey






New Year's Day
1/1/26
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Pongal - South Indian Harvest Festival

the paddy fields are ready to be harvested,
green crops sparkle freshened by clear early dew,
water lilts its way through channels time tested,
first of South Indian harvests, brings hopes new!

the time of the year that sees a weather shift,
Sun in its northern ride moves to Capricorn,
ushers an yield of plenty and nature’s gift,
cheer grows in the village as the year is born!

far further afield swinging in the warm breeze,
stand tall succulent crops of sweet sugar canes,
cultivated in rich soil they grow with ease,
watered by the monsoons of previous rains!

the farmers have a special joy in their walk,
God gives in plenty when one has worked so hard,
bags of different lentils they load and chalk,
time to celebrate! festivities on card!

14th January Pongal is celebrated,
where everything harvested makes a special meal,
rice, lentils boiled and with black pepper grated,
jaggery from sugar cane is tasty deal!

women wear bright coloured silk with gold jewels,
men are dressed in clean whites for the festive day,
children fly kites, anointed cattle wear new bells,
celebration of Pongal cheers all the way!!


10th Position
Written 14/January/2021
Completely your choice (40)
Brian Strand
11 syllables each line
to introduce others to this beautiful festival 
that celebrates harvest and thanks God for the yeild!!
Form: Rhyme

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