Rescue me
In a room full of faces all with nothing
To say
Full of anticipation just waiting for a chance to get away
All sat in a circle not talk but in
Silence
Eye's full of emptiness and a head full
Of violence
Not hearing the words that are coming
From within
Just trying to escape the game that they
Will eventually win
Punishment with violence and getting inside my head
Not feeling any emotions as my body
Is numb and dead.
How long will this go on will it ever end
Will someone come and rescue me
And help my mind to mend
Amid the fire of twilight sun
I wish I knew my way
horizon’s char and moonlight’s shun
has ashed my hope I pray
for dark cloud constellation to free
a cosmic steed for me to flee gunshot streets
for primrose to steal my yellow jaundice
and burn the itch as its incense in roadside stars
for me to follow scent and sight
and find forsaken door
to open with my key contrite
a waif who’s lost no more
but gods of dirt and sky refuse
this pessimist with optimist dreams
side-of-road primrose mowed as needle holes
grow my nebulae-scars of blown-vein bruises
a morphine horse runs dirty track
while stars in alley air
just stare and offer not but black
expanse —my nowhere lair
ski resort mascot
service dog all business
my life in your hands
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Posted on May 6, 2025
I’m a digital copy and so are you
We are digital implementations
Into the world of alternative view
Sharing our endless vacations
Once we appeared there, so we remain
Still I can hear your voice
We are the spirit that flies on again
Over the land of our choice
Digital world seems a rescue for us
We can’t be exiled from this place
The house and garden we held in our hearts
A home, where we sit face to face.
Memories blossom like buds in a bed
So many flowers have grown
And more to come, as you always have said
Throwing Pippa’s blue ball on the lawn.
red cross saint bernard
on standby for avalanche
rescue nine one one
AP: 1st place 2025
past is a lamp for our feet
and a light for our path
like an accomplished teacher
it comes to our rescue
any time we go astray
I yelled for help, and was not denied,
She threw me a rope, and so I sighed.
My lifeline, a rope,
thrown by a dope.
The ropes other end was left untied.
Allow me to let that pain go away.
Allow me to supply you with consolation.
Receive me , authentic and raw.
Accept the warmth of my tender plea.
I’m unveiling my soul , vulnerable and bare,
to let you behold me, without disguise or care.
If your heart resonates , listen to its gentle tone,
and love me for who I am , entirely my own.
But if your heart doesn’t sing in harmony with mine,
Liberty awaits,set me free from love’s confine.
Spare me the sorrow that an unrequited love brings,
And let me soar , unencumbered , to love again.
Love’s journey, not it’s destination , defines us.
Senses surrounded
her pulse raced, heart pounded
slashing through stands of fescue.
She let out a cry,
then from on high,
her dragonfly came to her rescue.
Yesterday, while walking home,
I saw some people who
Were gazing past the river rail,
But why? I had no clue.
Two cops were there as well and so
I looked to where they leaned
And saw the body of a man;
That’s why they’d intervened.
More people gathered and I learned
That he was still alive.
He’d either jumped or fallen;
No one knew if he’d survive.
Within mere minutes, boats arrived,
The rescue underway,
The efforts of our civil servants
Proudly on display.
They carried him onto a boat
Then to a nearby dock
Where an ambulance was waiting
For the stretcher down the block.
Up close, I saw he wasn’t young
And injured on his head.
I never learned if he pulled through
Or passed away instead.
It felt like watching as they filmed
A TV cop show, but
The victim, sadly, didn’t move
And no one shouted, “Cut!”
A helicopter rescue
Sounds traumatic, not just for
The rescuee, since witnesses
May suffer even more.
No matter what the circumstance,
There’s drama, which must be
Impossible to reconcile
With one’s reality.
Yet once the patient’s lifted
And is safely in the air,
There’ll be comfort in receiving
All the very best of care.
For companions left behind there is
So much to do until
They can make it to the hospital,
So many roles to fill.
Those with luck will make it home, although
That might just take a spell.
Still, while working on recovery,
There’s quite a tale to tell.
I started writing a brand-new poem
Not knowing what it might be about
After no theme made itself known
I almost tossed it out.
After forgetting about it, I must confess
I stumbled across this challenging contest
Left in my mind there was no longer a doubt
Ironically, the theme was almost tossing it out.
It made me think about all those times
I left unfinished a themeless rhyme
Perhaps there are contests offering good homes
For all of those almost tossed out poems.
So, thank you, John, for rescuing me
From almost tossing it out
You breathed life into my dead poetry
Now, if it wins, you will give it some clout.
Your eyes, the sunrise, on my darkest night,
Your soul, the blue skies, that save me from fright,
Your lips, an eclipse, makes my heart beat skip,
Your love, it strips, the grip of my last script.
And I'm yours, and you're mine, forever.
I will be, by your side, through any endeavor,
Wherever you may roam, you'll always be my home,
No matter how far apart, you'll always have my heart.
On war-torn grief
Bunch of waif
Needing some help.
My friends are locked up in their dungeon cells
toiling on tasks the teacher compels.
I'd rather use my time to run and play.
A Pokemon did my homework today.
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