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Future Dreams
The hot water in the teapot
is boiling and the kettle whistling loudly.
It seems to have gotten hot, very quickly,
as if time was speeding up,
and not slowing down,
or allowing for those that can not run
to walk faster.
This morning the sun itself...
seems on a mission to reach
its zenith in the sky,
but one has to wonder why?
The birds outside are fewer than yesterday,
the storm having taken some south.
They will come back when the winds drop,
or they will die trying to reach home.
It is what they do,
it is what we all do,
in an effort to be made whole.
The shadows are longer in the shade
and the sun is hotter in the open,
than it has been felt in a hundred years.
By afternoon, the clouds will return
with a vengeance to pour upon the land
which can not hold the precious liquid anymore.
Instead, it simply runs down the sides of the mountains,
through fresh steams and rivers newly formed.
It rushes by homes that were once safe, and dry.
Now the land itself repels, and denies.
This season will lead into the next,
but diminished in capacity and ill-prepared.
We are worn out from the fights
we have already lived through,
but the war is far from over.
Bow, kneel, and pray for a better day,
in some way to bypass this one for the next,
without losing our train of thought
or reflecting that we are small,
and only He is tall.
The Enigma
Some children rescued from the hell in Syria
came to the west where the got a good education,
which made them realize their rescuers were
also, the enemy who had bombed and strafed
killing their relatives.
The re- discovered they were Arabs and the culture
of the west was contrary to the Koran, so they
thought of bringing the war to us with a vengeance.
What we have done to the Arab people, even giving
them the bleeding wound called Israel is not and can
not be forgotten; the decision made by the few to
wedge war in the Middle East is a price the man and
the woman in the street, are paying.
Frozen in time-2
I remember,
not so long ago
Sirocco winds,
would blow,
igniting our
passions embers,
who could
contemplate September.
Then the leaves
changed their hue
as did your complexion
Hindsight,
illuminates my mind
with perfect
20/20 reflection
My jokes
lost their appeal
your smile
was misplaced...
My love,
was still very real
yours disappeared
without a trace.
Winter's chill
came suddenly...
and with a vengeance...
you were gone
without my name
even being mentioned,
to your friends or mine,
your polar vortex
left me
frozen in time.
An avalanche of emotions
pummeled me
from all around
left me depressed,
compressed,
concealed and
congealed, underground
I was caught off guard
paralyzed
and plastered...
by this
freakish storm
of an
unnatural disaster
I imagine the day
when sojourners
trekking over barren tundra
they find me petrified,
buried six feet under.
They spy a flower
extended from what
appears to be
a mans hand...
When they dig me out,
that's when they'll
understand, that,
A one sided mountain
is not
worth the climb,
and a one sided love
will
leave you
frozen in time.
John Derek Hamilton
November 16,2016
Ghosts glide on the highway to heaven in gay abandon
On Halloween’s starless night, in a limbo state they dance
From Purgatory they haunt with a vengeance in their eternity
In angst night terrors they cast to all for their eternity
Mortals beware the punishment with all hope abandoned
Enchanting their wispy shapes glow in oblivion’s dance
We listen to the song of lament, with spirits in mind we dance
Requiem from the dead chanting in the abyss for all eternity
Dia De Los Muertos, we celebrate the dead, with no abandon
In eternal abandon, a haunting melody, a soulful dance
Winter didn't arrive till February 1st
It came on with a vengeance since then
Something's screwed up I do believe
Such extremes, really can't recall when
I know, I know, I live up in Canada
The land of ice and much snow
But give us a break, enough is enough
Can't take this bad stuff no mo'
Hardy yes but certainly not foolhardy
Been living here for 79 years
Don't go out unless it's absolutely necessary
In my La-Z-Boy I park my rear
So don't ring my bell or dial my number
Haven't you heard of hibernation
I'm incognito, I can no longer be reached
Bugging me is a privacy violation
A true violation of my rights as a human
An intrusion I'd very much dislike
Unreachable by any possible means at all
Till damn winter finally takes flight!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Author's Note:
Temps were 46F yesterday...
winter's back methinks has be broken!
One of these depressed, depraved, morbid nights
I shall awake to the God damned game of life
And sit under the graying light
Of the foolish full moon
And laminate upon my luminance
And chew up the garments of past lives
And cry my soul
But no one will hear the plight of my mind
On strike for better wages
And more love
Thus, I will sit, and think and dream
Dreams that no one ever before dreamt
It is so very lonely being a foolish lunatic
But then as I drink to oblivion
I begin to think
Of all those things that I have not experienced
And wonder with a vengeance
Why God hates me so
Or is it only an illusion?
When will I awake
Or do we just sit waiting for more beer
To cover up
The stench of putrid rotting flesh
Waiting for death to take us away
To the Cosmic garbage dump in the sky
Trying to communicate across a gap
That is light years’ long
And will never close
For man was not made to know
The real thoughts of another
Man was made to suffer, cry and wait
For the party in Hell afterwards
, let’s us die and be done with it
Or live without our God damned dreams
Running our thoughts
Into pits of depraved madness
The Enigma
Some children rescued from the hell in Syria
came to the west where the got a good education,
which made them realize their rescuers were
also, the enemy who had bombed and strafed
killing their relatives.
The re- discovered they were Arabs and the culture
of the west was contrary to the Koran, so they
thought of bringing the war to us with a vengeance.
What we have done to the Arab people, even giving
them the bleeding wound called Israel is not and can
not be forgotten; the decision made by the few to
wedge war in the Middle East is a price the man and
the woman in the street, are paying.
As the night arrives and darkness brings thoughts,
I think about all your deep suffering
I want to catch a breath that wipes it all away
So you can breathe again in peace, without fears
As you fight for your life, day after day
The illness attacks with a vengeance
Always making me ask why this happens to good people?
All your volunteer work, all your willing giving day to day
All your service for our country as a Navy Chief
The endless care for others, you showed so many ways
Here is the night we talked as best we could
I could hardly understand your words as you struggle to speak
With memories of fluent conversations we had in the past
Always patient, always listening, that was your being
The darkness hides the answers, but not the faith you always have
For God is with you, that I know, even with all that I don’t understand
Heidi Sands
11/26/22
A very kind young man
got carried away by loved
and hated feelings;
at first,he saw the friends and people
in his world so loving and cheerful...
then, the deep pain
of having been
unrightly loved...aleniated him from them!
The fear of finding worse,not better,
made him realize their unfaithfulness...
and waking up from that nightmare,
he was struck by anger with a vengeance!
A very kind,young man
got carried away by loved
and hated feelings;
now,alone,he restlessly searches
for his boyhood' joy so far gone...
a joy that he unwillingly missed!
And as the wrinkles change
his once- smooth and shiny face,
he refuses to recall a past
that only reflects sadness!
I swung with a vengeance but missed that damned fly
The breeze I’d created caused him to pass by
My electric racquet in underarm mode
Still failed to make that bluebottle explode
It filled me with hate as it buzzed round my plate
I swung and I swung and became more irate
That foul little demon was soon to be dead
As soon as it took itself off of my head
Now, I’m not a coward in anyone’s book
But I’m in no hurry to smell my brain cook
I angled my zapper to strike as it rose
And almost set fire to the tip of my nose
It flitted at speed like a Pac-Man on heat
But I am a human… I will not be beat
My dinner was cooling and it wasn’t salad
I’ll murder that fly and then write me a ballad
Overarm, underarm, back-hand and flip
My energised racquet was firm in my grip
At one point it landed on chandelier-high
And I had to wave that light fitting goodbye
My sausage was cold (can we please keep this clean)
And I had become a fly killing machine
A back somersault and a cartwheel or two
My electric racquet had flashed neon blue
Poor little Tiddles, she trusted me so
Her recuperation has some way to go
But I’ll give her cuddles and snuggles and then
I dearly regret that I zapped her again
Twas kinda Dick Whittington, but in reverse
Tiddles left home and I don’t know what’s worse
My poor little kitten is out on her own
But that demon-fly is at rest on my phone
How great the temptation to say what the hell
And batter that fly and my iPhone as well
But then it took off and it sped through the air
I swung and I swiped and set fire to my hair
Okay I confess; just a few hairs got singed
But I don’t have many and that’s why I whinged
In anger I swiped at the sound of its hums
Which came close to giving me two deep fried plums
How bloody long can a bluebottle live
My electric racquet and I cannot give
Yet more gymnastics to vanquish our foe
As I shoot some volts through my right hand big toe
I whirled like a dervish and now on a mission
I swung like a thing that had infra red vision
But, boy, did I cheer at the quiet little ‘phut!’
As that fly took a window to find it was shut
***
But now I feel guilty for I’ve done okay
Though I don’t know who saw me swinging away
I owe my new job to that small airborne menace
My local school wants me to teach the kids tennis