pretty park on the edge
in my car hoping for change
loose chump change dice game
many birds feeling free
am so wishing i could be
washed up memories
dreams so long deferred
plasma flashbacks far removed
saline cools me down
welcome mat real world
reality checks bouncing
still missing baskets
back to pretty park
a time machine in my mind
another notch carved
On Saturday the fifth, I will meet my bride.
By side of alter, and then decide.
If I should flee, or marry thee.
You may think me cruel, or ungentle of man.
But she’s the type, to toll a man.
By cost and affect, because she can.
By Sunday sixth, she will be Mrs or amiss.
But me a Mister, regardless of this.
Her name in tarnish, but mine varnished still.
As a gentleman untamed, unmarried and with will.
It will be my choice, whether we rejoice.
Or my plan, that I leave her in abandon.
On Friday fourth, I get a jolt.
A letter brought forth, has me revolt.
Miss will not see you on Saturday.
She’s decided against, the matrimony.
How dare she, I gasp!
To leave such a man, not at the alter
But by, the pen of hand.
A period of peace
When peace reigned In the year 1334 or so the residents in Alhambra thought Catholics chimed too early on Sundays at the time, Granada was ruled by, The Muslims, who went along fine with the Christians, who were good farmers and makers of wine not to forget, the Jewish population ( people of the book) kept, the pecuniary, in shape it was agreed that the bells should not ring before seven, but the beautiful gardens behind tall walls
must be watered at five in the morning.
It was a peaceful time, but nothing in human history lasts forever; the Church of Rome had ambition, Muslims fled, and the Jews went into exile in Portugal and were shattered around the towns and villages and became a part of the general population
The Period, a measure of time which can become an era if allowed to linger.
an artesian altar stocks
moist manna seized in vast rounds
twice arrested sights cascade
moment instills
reawakening
a sheltered reckoning breathes
no regrets prepped ascensions
~a ponder
Once good becomes bad,
Once bad is becoming worst,
Chaotic world had.
if it wasn't for the fact I would be dead
in less than a minute, I would always be in awe
at the sight of a thousand fire-tipped arrows
arching and downing like fireflies in sparkled warmth
lit like stars against the night sky
I never tired of such a sight
I…
then I died
again
as ever, life up to that point held harshness
in my trappings, my prison of wild openness,
the hills, the grasslands of my people, thatching roofs
and weaving wools, making bread and raking soils
a day singing to the backdrop of hammering
from the smiths, these scenes so familiar
these days, always days
then the baron's called as they usually did about now
and men took arms, heading into the tunnel
and with many of my folk
I would die under an intoxicating rain
of glowing angels
The indents and lines upon the Earth
From snow melting, has written its fluid song of rebirth.
The sky, cold blue, wars with the sharp heating sun.
This moment of exclamation says Springtime's begun
Splats of snow lie beneath cliff's high rook.
They splay like asterisks on the pages of a book.
A hiker on foot notes the changes in spring airs,
While the snow under the cliff sheds the last of its tears.
"period"
it seems
that the .
simplest
of things
can't be men
tioned mens
truationally
as part of
a submitted sub
missive title of
any part of
anything
titillating
Our beautiful blue planet billions of years old
A matchless marvel in the cosmic architecture
Survived eons of trying times in hostile space
Endured the disrupting tectonic turmoil untold.
Fostered the diversified life in the tree of evolution
Nurtured the pristine innate splendor of nature
Amidst the enveloping noxious haze heinous
Of the suffocating industrial pollution of progress.
As the stride of civilization crosses the Rubicon line
The mankind will enter the stark dismal terrain of doom
Trip the critical balance usurping the green canopy
Veil the fragile ecosystem with the smoke of growth wild.
The sustainable limits are being infringed ever so rapidly
After long summer the planet might freeze in extended winter
Caused by the catastrophic climate change looming large
To initiate the apocalyptic period of the fifth season.
_________________
November 5, 2022
Contest : The Fifth Season
Sponsored by : Anthony Biaanca
There will come a time when God will be Silent
This is the time you must sing and
Bring yourself to the place of Praise!
The Silence of God will happen
Even John the Baptist was unsure at one point
When in doubt revisit an old victory and
Remember the story of Jesus
He is the One who can help you to
Cross over during the period of Silence!
Silence only makes it louder
Believe in Jesus makes you Stronger
If you feel weak, sing a song
Hold this truth in the palm of your hand and
Sing Psalm three because Jesus is the One who can set us free!
Silence is a reality and crossing over is necessary!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
What kind of policy is this?
Who is posting, constructing or transcribing more than 10 a day?
There must have been a culprit to enforce this policy.
Some PREMIUM member was it?
I've had
A gutful of this
I'm going to triangulate
My findings and then triangulate
My toast
Mother used to cut it into
Rectangles
Foxy Roxy
And some real whiskey banter
Amazing milkshakes
But no
Electricity at night
The contents of my brain
Fate the end game
time is fleeting
Moments pass
hate unleashing
Choices lost
reason stalls
Darkness calling
—hell enthralled
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
I don't know whether
ignorance can grow
but wisdom can
for many years
it has been
to the credit of facts
and redound to
longer experiences
even common experience
is not an exception
then why not is it ...
Rome was not built a day
nor this smoke rising
to be completed today
even though the state
is curious and cunning
oh! love still needs time
and years to intermingle
through.
Running away
from the impossible...
Truth,
the last thing that’s caught
(Dreamsleep: May, 2021)
Related Poems