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September slipped in on the wind
a gentle light breeze of warmth
sliding in between the clouded sky
pale blue powder dusting the sun.
The garden yawned preparing for rest
each flower breathed a last final effort
a bloom ready to rest to return in spring
blinking sleepily at the end of a season.
Labored day stretching into autumn arrivals
of pumpkin oranges and decorative colored gourds
dried Indian corn ready for the herds feeding
pacing through the dry fields of brown beige.
Grasslands lose their colors bending
inching closer to embrace the earth
soaking in the final rays of summer light
to sleep in the arms of winter approach.
September turns the calendar
sun and fun ease in to slow
where time inches forward
looking back to where it's been.
They won’t stop
I mean my friends
May be, we won’t stop
Think that is better
But for my Gunner friend
Charming light-complexioned
Fine boy, we all know
A smooth talking orator
An Engineer with a rare wisdom
With a posh car to cruise
Heaven was let loose on them his preys
A Gunner indeed,
Lost count of his prey cousins.
Cock barely crows
Before he landed on this day
Defying the heavy down pour
To come to a friend slaughter-alter
Smiling radiantly . . . un-endlessly
Suddenly became nice unusually
Why? Oh! He came for his prey cousin
She it who is at a friend’s wedlock.
His prey cousin whose name I know not
For her, he salivate . . . savor to Romeo
But he already has a Juliet
The one he ringed five moons ago
A dark-complexioned Queen
He ignited with a protruding belly.
Oh! On this day for the prey
He looked sportingly smart
In a Jean, T-shirt and a fez cap
He waited endlessly for his cousin.
Feigning to be calm
But obviously not cool
Despite heavy clatter of water above
For he desires desperately
To run gun shot on his cousin
What kind of cousin is this?
He paces round the Abattoir room
As her voice echoes in his ear
“I’m sorry, I’m coming
Please, wait for me love
I’m still in the wedding”.
Perturbed, yet pretends not disturbed
For there was no sight of her
He hissed countlessly
It was five hours past noon
Before I yawned twice
Time ran off me like a wild fire
Darkness took over the firmament
It dawned on the Gunner
No cousin prey to gun down today
A brighter day for the potbelly Juliet
It was a bad day for the Romeo Gunner.
The sun rose again today
Morning birds sang their song
The newspaper I still get
Was waiting on my lawn
The early morning dog walkers
Were giving Fido his exercise
My son yawned and stretched in bed
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes
The smell of my wife’s coffee
Tickled the inside of my nose
She swept all the bread crumbs
Off her newly ironed clothes
She gave a faux kiss, Goodbye
As she rushed on out the door
Our lips hardly ever touch
Like once they did before
My son dawdles upstairs
Time for me to begin the morning fuss
That continues from this moment
Until he runs to catch the bus
Still in my gym shorts and tee shirt
I sit at my office desk at home
Before I start my real job
Think I’ll write a little poem
You are my invisible friend
Who weaved your way into my life.
Pulling each string tighter.
You liked to play games.
Ssssssssssssssssssh are little secret while you
held my hand over my mouth.
You always cracked at the quiet game.
Holding your lips shut like you were sucking a lime.
I hated hide and seek, you never let me seek.
Always in control, always wanting to find me.
Soon you got bored, yawned when I suggested a game.
Until you discovered Simon says.
Your smile stretched like an elastic band.
You would whisper commands in my ear.
Simon says call that girl a whore.
Simon says set that girl’s hair on fire.
I tried to stand up for myself.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
You twisted your body around me and weaved a web.
You had no mercy as I took my last breath.
Recently you went missing, missing from my mind.
A break from your demands.
You didn’t even say goodbye.
The cocktail of pills kept you at bay.
Sleeping tablets kept you at bay.
A way to shut you out.
But while I slept, while I was weak and vulnerable
You returned.
You watched me while I slept.
You laughed as you shook me awake.
Your menacing frame standing over me as you took your
Throne inside my head.
No longer a guest.
You whispered in my ear
We are bond together.
A contract signed with an
X
The bright sunshine signalled a new
dawn,
Lazily, I stretched and yawned,
Not truly ready to face the day,
As I looked out of my window, my
neighbour shouted, it’s beautiful
today.
On a thin and fragile branch,
I noticed a Robin was resting his
feet,
A charmer he was , and to my eyes,
he was a treat,
His colourful coat was white, brown
and red,
Seeing him made me feel glad I had
gotten out of bed.
With his melodiously sweet trill,
the leaves on the trees seem to
flutter with his song,
Notes rise and fall and with the
gentle breeze, the branches swayed
in a rhythmic dance,
His tune filled the Spring air, and
not long, a female came along,
Witnessing their interactions was a
beautiful moment for me. Sometimes
in life, unexpectedly beautiful things
do happen by chance.
by Zyrool
Christian And The Tiger
Christian returned from church
Feeling worse for the experience;
Sunday!
Restless with nothing to do
Christian decided to visit the zoo.
The people there were strolling about:
Arm in arm, hand in hand, and in places
Mouth in mouth,
Black people, yellow people, white people
And children lost, crying for a policeman
As their mothers instructed.
The hippo yawned at the man in Bermudas snapping pictures;
A thin woman threw peanuts which the elephant ignored;
The zebra defecated, intensely studied by a soldier.
The reptiles were motionless:
An alligator stared mysteriously, like eyes behind sunglasses;
The monkeys were bored, except for the gorilla
Whish put a half-orange in its mouth and smiled — Sunkist
The restless cats all paced their cells
Except a tiger keeping silent vigil on the passing crowd.
Christian stood alone with the cat, saddened in its plight,
Letting remorse wash over him until ...
It was even stronger than the smell from the Bengal’s cage.
Then he gripped the rail retainer and cried aloud,
‘Release the tiger! Let him be free like me.’
His voice echoed but went unheard.
The tiger, tilting its head to the left,
Spoke:
‘Weep not for me, Christian;
Know you not that we are both imprisoned?
Your cell is merely larger, with more companions;
I was once free; can you say the same, O sad one?
As you see me, so I see you:
Behind bars.
Tell me, Christian,
For which captive do you weep?’
The truth the tiger spoke
Shocked him more than the situation
So Christian left the beast to his silent vigil.
He roamed the boulevard
Window-shopping with his thoughts
Until the sun was setting.
Then, with gnawing hunger
He paced the silent steps
To his row home and supper
And the remainder of Sunday’s routine.
Back at the zoo — it was feeding time
E.J. Hudak ca. 1969
KING OF NAPOLI (PT. 2)
Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice,
sweatless stains drenched your jerseys.
Which armoury delivers this season's Scudetto?
It's the masked number 9 that emerges our hero!
And summoned the spirit of deep emotion,
from the unknown graves of dwindled passion,
where victory was long gone and finally over.
The aura of late king Diego Armando Maradona
Saturate the entire stadia like the scent of confetti.
Night falls on the celebration in the great city,¹°
Shadowy clouds darkened o’er the helm of Naples,
Wind swaying the trees, branches & vegetables...
The firmament yawned; heaven stript bare,
the spirit of Maradona hovers & fills the air.
The Mountains heard the voicing earthquakes,
travelling through those top towers.
Thunderous voices at the metropolitan
rattled roofless halls of fame of our foreign sultan,
where the portraits, statues & banners of Deigo
Stood high & mighty like the great Armando.²°
The whole of Italy & Earth woke out of their slumber;
A blaze of light between two heavens sets asunder;
The first hero of Napolitans bears down
on the new king Osimhen, & wears him the crown.
All hail the King of Napoli.????²
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright ©? May 2023.
The girl said on the silver screen
A tear in each blue eye
Please don’t ever leave my love
For if you did, I’d die
I yawned and switched the TV off
I’d seen that film before
And in the end it all came right
Just like a million more
I wish I was the actress
And my life was just pretend
Then you would still be with me
This wouldn’t be the end
But in my own sad world
The tears I'm crying are for real
Only you can cure me
From this stabbing pain I feel
Do you ever think of me
And all the love we knew
Do you wonder if there’s still
A chance for me and you
I wouldn’t have to be a star
To play the love torn part
They wouldn’t have to write a script
For you to break my heart
And if I wrote a play about
The way you’ve passed me by
I wonder after watching it
Would anybody cry...
By Raina Hutchins
All my life in whole
Is like a flight over a great black hole;
I try not to fall into this abyss,
But even the light cannot do this.
The closer the abyss is, the more I
Lose myself and die,
And I don’t know how long I can
Seek salvation again and again.
Hopes and aspirations are fading away;
I lost any faith and can’t see any way;
The abyss is drawing me more and more
To disappear in the deep and not exist anymore.
I tried to find meaning at least somewhere —
My dreams were broken everywhere,
And now my strength has failed me
To fight with the abyss that is drawing me.
I will fly to you, spreading my arms;
Maybe will I find peace in your arms?
The abyss yawned with a malicious grin —
No, I won’t give up; I won’t be in!
March 21, 2021
#4
Luke .16:19-31
‘’Royal’’ Dives revelled while
At his gate sick Pious lay,
Rabid dogs cared for Pious wounds.
Till illness had its way,
He rejoiced with Saints he cheered.
Dives still; with thoughts for none,
Torah rejecting, digging a hole
He died. The ground his body held.
Their ways reversed he felt the heat.
Relationships widened still.
A chasm yawned, ‘Pious’ he called out but,
He sensed the pain but couldn’t help.
Dives carelessness behind,
His kin He hoped to notify;
What hope could be received?
If ‘’One risen from the dead’’ did not
Impress.’’ for those who won’t believe.
Which termini to leave? Which way to go?
Paradise or Hades, money, possessions!
If they won’t hear or know the truth,
Hear & read the patriarchs & prophecies,
And those you know can fill some space,
Just choose which way to go,
To continue in the race.
Saint Augustine.
“The New is in the Old concealed;
the Old is in the New revealed.”