WITH THE DISC JOCKEY ROCKIN
THE SOUNDS START A POPPIN
PEOPLE START FLOCKIN
THE PARTY'S A TOPPEN
IZZY AND LIZZY
BOTH BUSY AND DIZZY
KNEE KNOCKIN
BEBOPPIN
HIP HOPPIN
TIC TOKIN
THEN IT ALL HAPPENS
CROWDS START A CLAPPIN
RAPPERS START RAPPIN
FINGERS START SNAPPIN
TOES START A TAPPIN
CAMERAS START FLASHIN
IT ALL SEEMS AMAZING
ONLOOKERS GAZZING
EYES ARE A GLAZING
THE JAMS ARE A BLAZING
SPIRITS ARE RAISING
THEN THE MUSIC STARTS PHASING
THE PRODUCTION'S A RAP
THE AUDIENCE CLAPS
WITH THEIR MOVES ON THE MAP
TIPS DROP IN THE HAT
IT'S TIME TO RELAX
TAKE A LOOK BACK
REMEMBER THE TRACKS
THAT MADE IT ALL HAP
TOMORROW THEY'LL DO IT AGAIN.
Michael E Harris
08082026
There once were two lovers from Spain
Caught getting frisky on a train.
Sweaty and coiled,
Their passions embroiled,
While the conductor charged onlookers to remain.
Abigail Scabes with her zombie-like grin
Chases a werewolf to her parent’s chagrin
Catching him and dragging him back to her lair
Don’t you care? I ask them. Don’t you care?
Abigail’s parents are horrified that she
Has become a cannibal in addition to zombie
We can hear the werewolf screaming for his life
Then there is silence; it frightens me and my wife.
Abigail Scabes comes out wearing a wolf pelt
Holding a carcass, and yet who is in the kilt?
It is the werewolf, it seems they are a couple now
onlookers are frightened into just saying “wow!”
While places vary across earth,
there is one where grief’s waste piles.
Atop gravestone where whispers flow,
it drips and drags where gravel bumps and scripture is engraved,
leading to fertile land
where one’s lost heart lays.
Where sheets and feather tangle,
screams and hair pulled and caught,
it is breathed in where fabric makes tracks,
and soaks the pained resting eyes of a lost heart.
In sterile and dreaded halls,
performance forgotten and all weight shifted,
and life’s direction now unknown due to ignorant laxity,
onlookers and a greater shift keep the lost heart internal and silent.
Our world spins but our sinews,
our tissues grow damper as we cry
whatever reason may be
whoever we call out for saviour,
we bathe ourselves as systole squeezes grief to the world.
The pool unfolds like a satin strip,
a tapestry of turquoise stillness.
Sunlight stuck on its facade,
a glass sheet spread to shatter.
A maroon reflective house
shadowed by two leaning palms,
their hushed fronds, the indolent onlookers,
impersonate the silent sky.
A violent bloom of serrated purity
in the stretch of sapphire serenity,
stillness splintered by the frenetic spout.
The splash, the chaotic vista,
a coronet of fluid wonder,
epitomizes the geometry of fading disarray,
interlacing the memories of elation,
rolling over the painted silence.
Inspired by A Bigger Splash by David Hockney (1967)
Written as a tribute to the departed painter.
nature
in any form
observed by onlookers
beautiful and captivating
preserved
A king has arrived on US soil.' Protocol and
Shared interests, are undoubtedly the counterfoil, pon which promises and favor
Will carreen' while onlookers
are in close, and millions are on screens.
We have seen it before.' The very special bond, very chummy and pally, and so on; and on.' andrew
battenburg, has enjoyed all this.' Profuse warm
Wishes..Maybe some was just kid.? However
There's been some changes; as we all now know
No more andy.' Today its this
strange king.' With his
Queen in tow.' He's done it before so many
Times..Tet'e teted with kissenger, no hint
Of war crimes, no whisper of epstein
either, i'd say
Today.? Designed..They used different
tunnels i'll guess on the day.? I mean in buckingham
Palace l.! its easy to miss, a high level fixer
So nothing was ever amiss.' And no one in the
Present, of the throng of control, would ever do bad stuff." Pon their very souls.! and
Should a scandal break? even now" no one
Would knew anyone..( i can guarantee thst somehow.?)
Snowplows rumble through the night.
A distant tomorrow
already applauds a surprised sunrise.
Later, Sol turns the slushy ice to diamonds
while it digs the world out again.
For a while, the land is shoveled up,
cleaned and rolled into paper-light reams.
Whether the earth melts
or grows backyard glaciers,
skyscraping winds will blow down
deeper than ever before.
Eventually winter pileups
are pushed back
by the steamy breath of labor
and the prayers of those who only watch.
Machines continue cleaning up dead spaces,
constructing viewing platforms
for the fur-fluffed and swift winged onlookers.
Lazarus moments come and go
between the humped heaps of ice and snow.
“There exists neither complete void nor voidlessness, neither truth nor untruth. The avadhuta, having realized the truths of the scriptures, has uttered this spontaneously from his own nature.”
When our eye is single, form is full of light,
as God’s flame eternal, self-existent,
manifesting within, bliss beat delight,
if we be pure, still and unresistant.
Both beyond space-time as also within,
feeling in heart bliss ignition renew,
having long since silenced mind’s thought flow din,
with each rapture spasm we begin anew.
We do nothing yet all actions are done,
spontaneously without volition,
for our presence is with God’s heart-mind one,
lovers dancing without inhibition.
We are in no rush, so just let love gush,
oblivious to onlookers who blush.
two jump rope divas jumped higher and higher and higher
onlookers were amazed, these jumpers truly did inspire
two old ladies on the block thought it was a contest of sorts
jumping in their housedresses; many wished they’d have worn shorts.
You are destined to go places;
Preferably God-centered places
Reached via roads less traveled.
The few that blaze such God-centered
Places are fixated and permeated
With a strong sense of purpose.
Moreover, when traveled, onlookers
And bystanders are quick to distract,
Which may cause traverlers to subtract,
Losing traction as well as losing
Sìght of their God given purpose.
But may you be ever focused, never
Slowed nor tempted to switch tracts.
May any who oppose you be the
Amunition that only recharges you.
May nothing said or done cause a discharge.
Your name is Journey. Full speed ahead!
E clipse of the sun mesmerizes us
N early blinding awestruck onlookers
I dle gossip intermingled with tall tales
G argoyles whisper them in gardens
M aestro orchestrating seasons’ dance
A nd above reigns a sky that rules our world
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Breathes in the forest, sweet and deep,
Walking upon the soil, climbing steep
Grounding itself where the trees roam
Amongst the roots that grow in the Grove.
Groves light candles under starry night skies,
He's burning luscious lanterns
Feeling the yellow warmth of firelight
A pumpkin that magically delights
In sending faery blessings.
Leprechauns dance in his joyful mind.
Angelic wings delight in faery flight,
Whilst Scottish fae commence to dance.
This Halloween Pumpkin named Druid guides
Onlookers on the magical path,
Urging them to dream Silver Pixie dreams
That soak in golden gleam.
Forevermore in greenery and dew,
May you be blessed with soft starlight,
With happy and lighthearted folk so bright
In moonlight shining positively tonight!
May your art be inspired by Halloween!
May your Ogham convey dreams acquired
From ancestral memories
As Samhain opens the veil, reveries!
With candles burning and flames whirling,
My beloved Pumpkin is yearning, returning the love!
Don't forget her.
She's shameless,
self-centered,
weeping profusely
without reason.
Soft melodies
she sings
for whomever
is in the vicinity.
She knows.
She's a criminal,
stealing looks
from other women.
They hate the easy effort
to hypnotize
the comfortably curious.
She is real.
She's everywhere,
taking lives,
choosing by
throwing stones
into the crowd.
Onlookers whisper,
"How disgusting,"
they say,
without remorse or care.
Lights flicker.
Squinted eyes all around.
She's disappeared
into the night.
Don't forget her.
She's shameless.
She danced on the beach
Amongst the seashells
And crashing waves
Sand got between her toes
And she wiggled them
As she twirled around
She had a small audience
Of onlookers
Admiring her beauty and rhythm
She danced for hours
Then twilight came
And the breeze carried her hair
But as she danced
All she could think about
Was the sand in her toes
So carefree and delightful
She would need to rinse her feet
After her dance
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