It takes a while,
time gets trapped behind closed doors,
mice need to be nudged into awareness,
whiskers electrified.
A sleeper adjusts its mouth,
for often lips arrive
behind a scream.
The brain is now ready for its screenshot.
The body stretches to a window,
neuronal mice
pull upon somatic ligaments,
yank upon slabs of connective tissue,
slowly reshaping a new reality.
Unfortunately,
you are not exactly transferable,
you can’t get on the same hamster wheel.
A new you must be rehabilitated,
the world also must be trained
to accommodate this au currant -
this avant garde prototype
of an old guy.
Dawn is rekindled
with shadow's memory taints
first light touches last-
the clock repeats each moment
time unbroken, circles whole
Insight can break walls
fences splinter; borders fade
voices burn with flame-
yet listening inclusive
re-shapes the field of conflict
What the hour discards
may conceal its tender core
child in bath water-
awareness rescues essence
past reborn in present tense
Memory reborn
old clocks glimmer in dawn's glow,
echoes in their place-
the past is not left behind
unfolded to becoming
Imagine waking-
to an endless horizon
future without bars
renewal becomes the seed
as daybreak remakes the sky
Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
I'll remake my small and simple gift for you with more love.
I'll slowly prove myself a gift of love sent from above.
I'll gradually show you my love without the old push and shove.
Crafts loves this is a mystery I see
I didn’t know I suffer the same fate
I too have a garden, mahogany
Vines twist rocks onyx and alabaster
Oaks and ember leaves in zeal flutter light
Azure sky cast a mirror reflection below
Teardrop in the serene meadow this day
Ripples it all a sepulcher tomb gray
I want to know beauty but lack the view
My breast beat is this and this is charcoal
I can’t write gardens like you, I lack hue
That’s why this place is a cemetery
I am dirty
I am a molded creature
A mammal
My heart is fixed
My body dirt, my body clay
I was made by the hands of a mighty, mighty KING
creator of ALL and EVERYTHING
I have a beating heart
Helps flow my beating parts
My heart is flesh
Yet my soul is spirit
I am dirty
I have a cold harden heart
Yet still beating
I am dirty
My heart is fixed
What's left
must I repent
O' Father, Abba Father
remold me, caress my stony heart
Kiss me Father breath into my nostrils parts
Redefine me, remold me into a newness of you
I am dirty
I am a molded creature
A mammal
My heart is fixed
My body dirt, my body clay
I was made by the hands of a mighty, mighty KING
creator of ALL and EVERYTHING
I have a beating heart
Helps flow my beating parts
My heart is flesh
Yet my soul is spirit
I am dirty
I have a cold harden heart
Yet still beating
I am dirty
Oh! God wash me
Hold me
Renew me and mold me
Maken unto me a renewed better image of you
Many time little things
Convert in big thought
Just hard effort needed
On right path
So first understood
Vision of love and dream
One day your love dream
Give you her view
So with the hope
Move with the dream
If your vision is true
She will appear as alive art
Darkness of heart touch starry night
Whole sky show you color of lighted delight
So do the wait for real happiness
God is trying to make her remake
Poet- anurag sharma
DG-1 flat no 27 B first floor
Vikas puri new delhi-110018
Email- [email protected]
Mobile no-8743082486
The great texts
Never condemn their sins
Rulers of the world
Remake this world
Spiced with truth and justice
Here as I wander
Down the empty path of life
I desire all that I can not have
I desire nothing at all
Here as I wander
I peer into houses I pass
You are all by the fireplace
Warmed by the comfort of those you love
Here as I wander
Down empty streets
I am bitten by the cold of night
I walk alone, a graveyard off in the distance
The raven circles
A full moon exposed between the clouded mists
I am enticed by the eerily silence of death
I now walk with vigor, I see where I belong
I kiss the earth of my new home
Now I may finally repose
Torments freed, savor the black rose
I lie upon the cold slab
I rest in peace
I found myself in Kansas, and with dread
saw endless rows of wheat ahead of me,
and so I clicked my slippers, ruby red,
and landed in the role of Dorothy.
Small folks with suckers sang me a sweet song.
Then finally I learned where I must go.
A road of yellow brick I skipped along
beside a lion, tin man and scarecrow.
In Oz I met a wizard not too bright
and wished to be in Kansas once again.
I clicked my heels and then a blinding light
transported me where rice grew on a plain.
A Chinese from two-thousand-twenty-four
said, “Girl, this no be Kansas any more.”
Epilogue: Everyone knew Chinese
and there was Universal Health Care.
Written by Andrea Dietrich/Aug. 27,2012
Inspired by Michael J. Falotico's
"Close your eyes and click your heels" Poetry Contest
now i wonder
if i could kiss you in the night
do you think i could turn back time
because you know i'd apologize a thousand times
just to hug you
just to kiss you
tonight
Death by morning death by night
All I know is I die tonight
death is here death is there
Death follows me everywhere
Death is here death is now
I already know that someone will drown
I know that it might sound bad
I know how I die and I'm kinda glad
I know its comming I know its soon
I know that it might be you
Knowing the truth and what I see
weather its you or weather its me
I guess we'll just have to see
In the morning if I awake
Than I know it was a mistake
I know it is bad but I'm glad
It was you and not me
The rest is fate can't you see
You might know in your heart
Of your death how it starts
But when it happens its not up to me
Its all fate can't you see
knowing this and knowing that
I am just stating fact.
I hold the weight of the world on my wings
I move surely but silently
No part of this feels like a dream
Somehow I'm still able to fly so lightly
Does the world not weight?
That it makes no difference on me
Perhaps the timing is late
Perhaps I've grown carefree
No matter what, I'll keep on flying
Making sure not to look back
Looking forward shine's brightly
For I've all ready flown my past
This much is true
I'll keep flying even when the skies are not blue
Childhood lost but never knew why,
many nights I had laid and I'd cried.
Where was Dad, what's wrong with Mom?
I always knew something was wrong.Mean spoken words with raging fists,
something nobody could ever miss.
How could she treat her kids that way?
I swore that soon I'd leave one day.
Abuse is never easy to take,
this I know by no mistake.
Couldn't leave my sisters behind,
someplace else for them I'd find.
I promised I'd never let them feel,
the things I couldn't believe were real.
Once I found that place they could go,
I'd go somewhere nobody would know.
It's bad enough they had to see,
all the things that were done to me.
Once we left we stayed away,
with very little left to say.
Later now that time has passed,
many questions never asked.
Now as a Mom I just don't know,
how someone could let them self just go.
Never could I strike my child,
that is something oh so wild.
All I can say is I'll never forget,
still wonder if she feels regret.
Twinkle twinkle little cutie.
Off to bed, or I'll bust your booty.
How I wonder what your dreaming.
Awh peace and quiet.
No more screaming.
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