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Unwashed but felt, my single to every a tear sunk with the rain
Is there no life of my own can I exchange for hers to remain?}
“Though your heart may be pitiful in nature
It is seen that strength exist in one’s heartfelt structure
The tragedy witnessed is indeed uncalled for and unkind
The wrath of the Leech-King has succeeded in breaking the chains of time
However one is to think the terrors it is capable to unleash
Isn’t to be as compared to the horrors the spawn leeches it release
One being underway to consume the life of the Mistress of War
Tasting the blood, licking the soul till finally of death to befall
Yet, death is only to be the beginning of her worst nightmare
The service to the void must she forever be in servitude to bare
Time is always against those who would seek the path of faith
Every turn is only to promise another tide of evil to wave
I speak solemnly in words for my powers isn’t harvested for healing
Neither is The Angel of Dreams capable of such cursed nurturing
The Word however, will have a way to alleviate this travesty
Yet, time isn’t to favour one’s path towards the ultimate destiny
Perhaps only a day or two remains before Alkaiya is to turn side
And to have one as Holy to abide to The Void… is as well to welcome eternal night
Be warned Knight of the Word, Alkaiya is one’s guide within The Ancients
Where one is to be lost, all is lost… and either will be banished from existence
There is still a providential way to prevail over this quandary
Though it isn’t to cure fully, it is however the unsurpassed remedy
There is a God, a fallen God alike The Befallen Angel of Dreams
A day’s walk to the Mount of Ecilia is where he resides therein
I am not to promise a conceivable outcome to foresee
I can only assure… this being the finest proposal to be
And one need not fear to be alone, for I will guide the way
If not to ensure for the lives of the Champions… remains to stay
Live and let live one’s destine life within The Ancients to be
Do not be troubled by an enigmatic outcome, one is unable to see
Our paths must we bear the burdens our tormented souls will lead
My once path directed to failure where you must now succeed
Let us be on our way to ascend the treacherous mountains upon
To be there, will one’s subsequent path be unraveled along…”
Shall I relay a sidesplitting hoot from my “care-free” on campus fun phase?
It entails a laboratory session involving three mystic world colossal oafs.
One had an unerring penchant for Laurel and Hardy mishaps, the other this beautiful dreamer whose attention span rambled for miles.
a meandering focal point tourist with no yen for one spot or one task.
As for me the fault-prone narrator I had comic book deficits too.
Pulitzer Prize petty fog pinpoint, fastidious fat head by gum!
At the hearth of this tale is a chemistry prep that was doomed from an innocent outset.
It was aptly enough “Anodyne,” this soon to be splitting head bushfire.
From uproarious weighing scale howlers, to starter material gaffes, to say nothing of sequential missteps, Mount Everest blunders galore.
Our ill-fitting glassware threw tantrums, miscellaneous beaker’s burst dams, reactants rose up, a calamitous farce, they shed buckets of organic stuff down the sink.
For all my precision I seemed a right goof with this risible maximum brownie point fetish.
My beautiful dreamer close comrade who by turns Walter Mitty pale stand-in now immune to chaotic abandon at large.
That accident-prone other pal
would be every insurer’s worst nightmare.
Nearby class mates could barely restrain widespread glee at us laughing stock hapless quaint bunch.
The poor teacher in charge had a seizure, quite gormless, green faced and gobsmacked.
“I wonder what next can go wrong.”
“Quite frankly I shudder to think as you merry buffoons soldier on.”
This thunderstruck teacher was known as the “doyen of do it right down to the dottiest detail.”
After a humorous pause his eyeballs rotate in jocular mode then made a ginormous grand gesture.
“Put this jinx ridden self-destruct day in some tuck away memory file.”
“Write a one page report, say the gremlins prevailed and I’ll give you an average mark.”
“For goodness sakes don’t blow this offer like you’ve nearly blown
up my whole group.”
On an ironic note “doyen do it right” gave a brief safety course start of term.
It seemingly fell on deaf ears.
I’ll be blowed as my parents once said when life took a damned awful turn.
We three “Einsteins” in technical garb almost were, blowed that is!
Posted ; 11th January 2022
I guess I'm feeling some type of way.
It’s the day after the next day.
THE VERDICT; INDICTED!
Definitely it rocked this country.
I guess I'm sensitive, emotions running deep, with all this madness;
Most nights I can’t sleep.
I have a son almost the same age;
I guess you can say I'm frightened for his well-being.
As much as a mother should be these days.
The tragedy has awakened more of a beast in me, so much so
I just want to hold him, protect him against those men sworn to protect and serve.
I don’t want him to become another statistic in this country.
I feel helpless in this moment!
I just want him safe from all hurt and harm and danger.
He told me he wanted to change his name, as if; it
Still won’t change who you are, or the color of your beautiful dark skin.
What is he afraid of? I guess the same thing I’m afraid of.
I want the best for him, point blank, period.
But, I'm afraid, one of these trigger happy men will take him from me,
Will rape my family and kill our children;
Because on that day he may have his hands up; or
His pants down or his music too loud.
So you see, I just want the best for him;
POINT BLANK PERIOD!
I don't want him to feel any pain,
Nor any harm to come to his way.
He’s growing up, and he won’t be my baby for long;
I’m so afraid of this world and the harm it may cause.
It doesn't matter how he was raised, his background;
Or what community he’s from; still
He has that beautiful dark skin, so many seem to be afraid of;
I want him safe, YOU HEAR ME?
POINT BLANK, PERIOD;
From black and white issues, domestic violent issues,
Women crying rape and defaming his character;
I want better for him, than this world trying to take from him.
I want him away from the negative influences;
As I try to teach him, to always watch his back.
To be accountable for his actions and that trust comes at a price,
And that some friends may try to stab you in the back;
And to never regret who you are or where you’re going.
To be honest and trustworthy and always be a leader,
PLEASE MR. OFFICER, PLEASE MR. OFFICER, don’t hurt my baby;
ChloeJames 2014
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Lying here numb staring at the walls of filth
Waiting for the time, the moment of truth
Its time now, I am going. So long!
Ceremonious exile to the world I belong
This wasteful existence they call life
I've endured for long this strife
Mortal souls thrive in this hollow black hole
This bottomless pit I've lost my soul
The futile depths I delved were like endless roads
The well of ignorance, the reign of knighted toads
I lied low in the deep trenches of the shallow pits
Enslaved and suppressed by my noble kings
I've waited for aeons for that fireball to die
And the immortal light to begin and shine
Honorable men and dutiful wives have arrived
To see this iconoclast getting rightfully crucified
Let this bring World Peace and justice for all
For ‘In god they trust', ‘god save'em all'
The resonant sound of their march I hear
My royal attire for the night is coming near
Those iron chains of freedom I can already feel
Emancipated and flying to the surreal
It's such a joy to die as a beast
Social animal with inhuman traits
‘Created' by a sacred clan called mankind
Cast-away by men who stab from behind
They take me away to the crossbar poles
Fearless soldiers, moral zealots and sacred souls
The clergy waiting eagerly for the moment so gory
Their moment of bliss and ephemeral glory
They open their newly bound books
Sanctimonious preachers and wicked crooks
Revered and feared they just want to be
Ready to sing me my final lullaby
For my glorified soul to rust in pieces
May it satiate their spirits, my nemesis
The executioners back on duty again
Their ten seconds to fame about to begin
Dignitaries receiving judicial enlightenment
Taken some time off for some family entertainment
Crucified and hanging from the gallows heights
I take a tranquil look at the last sights
Of a treacherous world that was never mine
A world of miseries and remorseless crime
The bells are chiming, now is my time
Bid farewell to a life unworthy of a dime
But mark my words till the end of your days
I'll be in the worst nightmare you'd ever face.
"LADY DEATH" ------Chaos!!!
Craving life was all of 'HOPE' desire.
Torturing her into the odyssey of Hells fire.
Ending her in heartbreak by her own insane,
cruel father Matthias.
A demon so obsessed with dark power.
Head demon to all hells devour.
Matthias allowing his beloved 'HOPE' to be burned.
In a hellish death as a witch.
Pleading for her life.
All 'HOPE' is lost,
in a pit of endless broken bones.
The supernatural appeared in front of 'HOPE'.
'HOPE' complied and renounce to give up humanity.
Tricked by demons who lied.
Manipulated that this would save her sanity.
A power bestowed with a creation so rare.
A Demi Goddess of destruction.
Chaos soon will inflict every hour.
With death in her place, she turns into,
a cold blooded Diva of Death.
Reliving in the plague of dark ages.
Angels and Demons flow through her blood.
With contradiction of many stages.
Many evil forces out to end her existence.
Betrayed by all she knew.
Now she is locked in a demonic resistance.
Defeating Lucifer herself.
Blading the neck of the prince
Death lusting for power in an epic battle.
Lost forever in the era of judgment.
Revenge she claims on her throne.
Making Lucifer's power her own.
A forever endless graveyard.
Restoring into the blood of her new home.
Making hell tremble, many slay to death's assault.
Death arising to all her faults.
Declaring the lost of 'HOPE'
A man's worst nightmare in the sweetest form.
Overthrowing her one time dream.
Obsessed with his Lady'''
Evil Earnie.
Rides by her side.
A domino of all killers.
In a blood bath stream.
Killing everyone in his & her path.
Killing for her love, his Lady Death love.
Pondering about her lifeless soul.
"All HOPE is gone!"
all that is left is death.
"Lady Death"
Lord of hell
On a mission of Mega Death.
To conquer all of earth.
Men killing for her demonic way.
Evil Earnie matching to the depth of her Odyssey.
With the belief.
That behind every good man, (EVIL EARNIE)
is a good women.. (LADY DEATH)
((Lady Death is a character in her own CHAOS ))
Since RBT was introduced I mainly drink alone,
but gee I miss the bar at Kel's and all the mates I've known.
Old Boozer, Lefty, Mitch and Binge ... I wonder if the crew
still drink ... perhaps not though; would be a silly thing to do.
Perhaps a bloke might just be wrong, and hey ... I'd love to know
for sure ... but there's no way the cook would ever let me go.
Though if a bloke did use the ploy ... "Your mum's lawn needs a trim
my dear ... she being crook and all ... and getting well? That's slim."
I reckon she'd be in my ear, "It's nice dear that you care."
Then after trimming old Maud's lawn, to prove that I'd been there,
I'd duck down to the bar at Kel's and, if by chance the crew
were there, a bloke would have to shout a round ... or maybe two.
And that's exactly what went down. And did my hunch prove right?
You bet! And being with my mates ... like toast and vegemite.
We shared a round or two of course and had one for the road,
but nine pots had me battling the effects of overload.
I had things all in hand ... I thought ... when up ahead of me;
My worst nightmare ... my fear of fears ... the boys from RBT.
Just pull her over to the curb and think this out I thought.
There's got to be a way 'round this, just use your noggin sport.
That's it old mate! Good thinking Blue! ... and got out of the car
and took the mower from the boot ... my best idea so far.
I'd bide my time and mow a lawn and wait these fellows out.
Then when they'd chucked the towel in like ... I'd get a win, no doubt.
'Bout then the bloke, who owned the place, appeared upon the scene,
a little bit bewildered, 'cause my ploy was unforeseen.
"Might decent of you mate," he said "the thought was really kind,
I guess you heard I broke my leg? You must have read my
mind."
He seemed a decent sought of bloke, so bid the chap "G'day!"
And put him in the picture like and asked was it OK.
"Oh by the way my name is Blue and what is yours pray tell."
"Inspector John O'Brien son and mow the back as well."
Wordsmith's worst nightmare
fortunately thwarted courtesy
mine tall tale telling flair.
Mine irretrievable brilliant masterpiece...
all for naught after mental cogs and wheels
I did apply creative juice metaphorical grease
regarding tour de force pièce de résistance writing
forever lost to the annals of human history.
So much for escaping to paradise island
(Garden of Eden) and experiencing zen
Impossible mission to earn untold yen
concerning prosaic poem/ poetic prose titled
The old battleaxe and her henchwomen
irrecoverable linkedin to sinking feeling
hours, days, weeks... all spent for naught
dharma bum - me got doled out unfair
injustice though scoreboard (tabulating
when yours truly acted immoral) oddly even
Steven after I repented against
marital infidelities nearly cost priceless
paternal love of daughters, whereby
their father experienced
suicidal ideations thought
to drown his sorrows
overdosing on fen-phen.
A transcendent awakening
occurred within noggin of one simian
a clothed outlier caged within human zoo
predicated upon his overactive imagination
inextricably favorable ratings did woo,
albeit ephemerally savored renown, and true
value viz his great Magnus Opus,
whereby riches couped courtesy
brief brush with fame and glory
found countless people lined in queue
(and moment of morning glory
subsequently slipped
thru gnarly butter fingers
symptomatic of nervousness
exhibited courtesy an aspiring Nehru
case in point my pal Joey, a kangaroo
dear reader pardon
tardy greeting regarding helloo
cuz decided against formalities,
a nonestablishmentarian he doth eschew
no ghostly chance I merely utter boo!
Unlikely I scared
the living daylights out of you,
nor would that be intent
regarding self taught amateur
practitioner of voodoo
I rarely if ever cast spells,
nevertheless yours truly
still under probation
and peer review
so breathe easy, cuz Matthew
Scott Harris would hate
to tarnish reputation of Guru,
that charming humble fellow
he taught me wizardry.
It was just a typical ordinary night
I was all tucked up in bed
Radio on reading a book
By lamp light.
When suddenly
I saw a flash in the corner of my eye
Boy I was so scared
I nearly wet myself
I was petrified.
For there under the wardrobe
I did see
A giant mouse twitching it's nose
I could have sworn
It was laughing at me.
It had two huge eyes
The size of dinner plates
It was nearly as huge as a house
It was my worst nightmare come true
A giant enormous mouse.
I screamed when I realized it wasn't a dream
At the huge hairy monster fiend
Well I panicked and jumped out of bed
Ran down stairs screaming!!!!!
And banged my head.
I grabbed a pile of books
And hid in the bathroom
And locked the door
and put some things against the door
And some towels at the bottom on the floor.
And there I stayed for two weeks or more only occationaly
Leaving to get a drink or some food
Anything else I wasn't in the mood.
Well I wasn't going to let a mouse outsmart me
That would have been so silly
You see
So I bought a humane mouse trap
Because I hate killing things
And tried to tempt it in
I tried every contraption on the market
But still the mouse would win
It was like a mouse hotel
I tried sardines cheese and pastabake
Chocolate and well done steak
Salmon toast boiled egg and sweets
It ate me out of house and home
With all the treats.
But still I couldn't get it.
Well soon I turned into a crazed mad killer!
With a shotgun and an axe
I was a hunter and my mouse was my prey
But still the mouse had it's day
Dynamite was the last resort
I tried real hard but it couldn't be bought.
Then one day I found it dead
The fattest mouse I'd ever seen laid by my bed.
It was finally over to my relief
But I felt so sorry for the critter
that caused me so much grief.
But having spent two weeks
In the bathroom with all those books
At least I came out a much wiser well read man
And a mouse is all that it took
But now I was broke
I didn't have a penny left
As I'd overfed the mouse to death
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. June.
I TRULY COME FROM “ A RARE BREED “
I am a woman who can follow, but I normally choose to lead.
For I am a phenomenal woman, Yesss indeed, I am a Rare Breed.
I wear many Hats and can be whatever it is you want or need me to be.
Never invisible, deliberate in all I do, in the open for all eyes to see!
I can be your Greatest Lover, or we can be the best-est of friends.
But screw me over and I can be your worst nightmare till the bitter end.
I am a woman that can encourage you and sweep you off your feet. But I can also be that woman that will cut you while you sleep.
I am that Diva with a smile, women seem to envy, while others just plain hate. Cause I can get “Turn-t Up”, have fun, and still be the lady who leaves with your Date!
I'm that soothing voice you hear when you come home after a long day all stressed.
With a hot bath, ready to rub you down, curl your toes, roll you over and let you rest.
If you get sick? I’ll nurse you back to health with some nice old fashion Chicken Soup. Serve ya Tea with honey, Rub Vicks on your chest, and handle the house all while you Re-coup.
I have no problem allowing a Man to be a Man, but this “All Men” must 1st Understand… A needy woman I am Not! I just desire the comforts of a Real Man. A man with a TRUE LIFE PLAN.
At times you’ll hear me Cussin, Fussin, R e a d i n g Folk and even throwing Fits.
Yet I still handle my Bizz! …. Cuzz Baby??? I am A L L L that and Bowl of GRITS!
But the rest of the times, I’m Calm, Patient and generally very Sweet. Always Grateful for God and Family, cause with them I know I Can’t be Beat!
His smile is like a white crescent,
but a murky sky is hidden inside.
Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind
nor describe sour sickness of his tongue.
Piercing pain constantly stabs at wounds,
but you can't see his bitter blood bleeding
nor the bonfires burning his burdened heart.
He is the master of the masquerade,
exemplary scholar of skillful silence -
a psychologist's worst nightmare.
Yet they flock to him to adore his words,
so they can feel the magnetism of his smile,
laugh at his childish antics, be happy for a while.
Greatest showman playing the great pretender,
but he's crumbling, stumbling and tumbling inside.
Despite an abundance of admiration and applause,
he finds no solace, so feels miserably alone.
Feeling like a snowflake on a rainy day,
an empty balloon battling against the storm.
Demons of self doubt mock his actions,
he shakes his head in disbelief - but they laugh,
he screams, but they belittle him further!
His stomach shrinks with a loss of appetite,
dark bags appear beneath his sleepless eyes.
Life is a whirlpool of fractured fragments of glass.
Wondering what is the blessings of breathing,
what is the purpose of another sunrise.
He aches to be burnt into ashes
Will they even miss him if he is gone?
Silent One
21 October 2020
This poem is dedication to everyone who keeps a smile, when their world is falling apart. Many will relate, this is not a bio.
When writing it, at first I thought about Freddie Mercury and the show must go on, but as I wrote it, Robin Williams came to mind.
Someone we all miss.
We never know what people are going through. Sometimes, I see someone smile, but I try to look beyond. Never underestimate the importance of reaching out to someone. It could make a big difference in their lives.
As poets we have the power to reach out to many people through our words.
Is there someone you have not reached out to?
Thank you for reading.