We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile,
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly did reply,
"On my first date, not to prevaricate
or equivocate, I don't osculate.
It's not the wind beneath my wings,
or a draught up the shaft I love,
but the breeze between my knees."
She's in quite deep with out a doubt, a very cramped space to pull her out. She slipped into a loneliness well, a cold sad place for one to dwell. There were times when she was reaching out but no one heard her pained shout. She couldn't recall days of glory, stayed focused in her sad life story. It's oh so dark with a constant draft, deep inside her mind's shaft.
This horny shaft of ruffled feathers
Is hollow and needs to be filled
This shaft has become a hard ballpoint pen
It needs secretion within parchment
It is filled with ink wanting to write
Without you I have writers block
I will glue your pages together
Placing my hard cover around you
I need to be in your table of Content
I will turn your pages over and over
I will never dog ear anyone's page but yours
My Quotes will be long and hard to understand
With each stroke of this pen thinking, then
Writing and filling this book from cover to cover
The Main Chapter and Verse
Is You, the most interesting book I have ever read
The Bowman's Shaft
Solo archer gathers mist of amour clouds, dipping venturous arrow tips in a veiled concocted potion, drowning its mettle in a whimsical bliss of a dreamt liquefied mirage that defines the elixir,
Cupids errant arrow is liberated openly o'er the arc of a rainbow, exuberantly hunting its e'er sought Terra, whereto, it scarcely flutters passed feathered twain turtledoves,
Trifle off-track as projected, titillating a canine whose tail waggles unceasingly as its tongue laps remarkable welcoming faces,
Then piercingly redefines a right-angle course, that mids passionately, a well-managed bramble with shoots flowering in vivid red velvets,
Calculably sailing o'er gray-haired couple, whose one hand hugging canes and their free hands locking each other,
Promised target a fused-kissed envelope proffering treasured eloquence of, Missing You, in numerous expressions, introducing assorted confidences perceived by yearning intrepid bluish eyes whose heart grows e'er fonder.
2019 November 04
*2nd Place*
Metaphor of Love
~~Bobby May
Trump Giving Us the Shaft
Knock, knock, knock and guess who's here;
It must be foolish Trump with all of his fear;
Executive order;
Go to border;
Who had given us the shaft with his spear.
Jim Horn
A declarant, generally speaking, is anyone who
composes and signs a statement or declaration
alleging that the information he has given therein
is true. This differs from an affiant, as in the case
of an affidavit the facts therein are sworn to before
a notary public or other official, and a declaration
is usually made by one person for the use of another.
Statisticians and Declarant Rights
Statisticians do have rights that are declarant
Along with analysis of variance that is inherent,
And creation,
Of correlation,
We already had assumed was quite apparent.
Jim Horn
Guess I passed ten again.
Soul, can you sing from deep damp of the well,
Peering past rounded stone to distant light
Pinpointed beyond these claustrophobic
Walls, conspiring cave-ins, smothering
Something essential? Goblin grief grabbed
You, waylaid in terror, bound hand in foot,
Tumbling head down, now up, to this abyss –
Your song, surface stranded, stares down forlorn.
Prisons of failure, missteps and regret
Can only detain with your permission.
Refuse this abuse, behold slender vine
Draping so delicately down tile
Not tempting futility; saving strong!
Hope may be slender, but grasp, reach and climb!
From somewhere in the pitch of night,
comes a remnant from my childhood.
The door lets in a crack of light,
and there, outlined, where mother stood
is a silhouette, against the wood.
And, as if a star had gone astray
she would touch my hair and kiss my brow,
and brush my worries far away,
while letting me allow,
my eyes to close for sleep, somehow
And as the years have come and gone
I've often wished for just one night,
from where she is, her light was thrown...
And that somehow in the dead of night,
the door allowed the shaft of light
______________________________________________________
8/27/15
There, within the sinister forest of despair he stood
Numb, lost as to what next to do
Before him lay a pathway to where…so unclear
As an empty feeling grasped his psyche, instead
Being a man, in subtle silence he bled
And in solitude made plans his heart held
Many boulders, stones lined the way
Soon became craggy mountains meant to stay
With blind faith, his gradual steps moved him to find
A future yet unseen, yet vivid in his mind
Soon, his eyes widen as he watched the fading night
As slicing through dense thicket arose a shaft of light
~*~
02/13/13
The sky is black like the night No moon no stars no guiding light The wind
is screaming Holding back the sun`s beaming The clouds are sobbing tears
from the sky Eyes look to the heavens asking the question why Suddenly a
shaft of light blinding all that see Clearing the blackness of a world of what
could be A ray of sunshine now envelops the land Telling all being alive is
simply grand
In the deep dark night
There isn't a single light
The clouds start caving in
Like they had never been
The next thing was a miracle
It seemed so magical
A shaft of light
Struck through the thick clouds with all its might
It filled the dark night
With light so bright
The bitter darkness
Was finally overcome with brightness
Feb. 11th, 2013
The overcast sky, the drizzling rain,
the weather dictates my mood again.
Grey and black clouds block the sun.
A dismal morning has begun.
A break in the gloom is what we need
as through the clouds a shaft of light bleeds.
One small ray brings a lift to the heart.
I hold my breath ... and watch the clouds part.
~~~ 09/02/2013~~~
for Seren Roberts Shaft of Light contest
It was a dark and lonely night
Suddenly there came a shaft of light
My heart was jumping out of my skin
While trying to keep all fears within
I became silent, my legs became stiff
I felt like I was pushed of a cliff
Then suddenly I saw a strange ship
I got so frightened that I bit my lip
It came and disappeared
Then again it reappeared
Is it aliens or just a dream?
Maybe some things aren’t what they seem
Date: 9 February 2013
Erie sounds cry from the blackness of night
Dark clouds casting shadows over tonight's moonlight
Stumbling down an unfamiliar path I wind
Among obstacles challenging both body and mind
A wrong path taken, will I find home?
Or spend a night among nothingness alone
Then in the distance I see a single shaft of light
A candle in the window, everything's all right!
©Donna Jones
2-9-13
Where there is a gap in the dark gate
There is a shaft of light, so intemerate.
A ray that pulls all creatures to come along,
To experience the magic,inspiration so strong.
The sweet aroma in the air takes its course,
To liven things up,with the illuminating force.
The cold,drawn trees are filled with fervour ,
Dismayed,colourful butterflies now happily flutter.
Birds soar the sky around
While flowers enjoy the spotlight on the ground.
The golden light sparkles as were to say-
The clouded gate will open soon,light will make way.
2/8/2013
The earthquake came without a warning
On that terrible Monday morning
When the ground shook the building collapsed
moments like hours as time elapsed
There I was trapped under the rubble
Some how protected in a bubble
Living a nightmare fully reclined
In a space only partially defined
How am I still alive?
Is there anyone out there?
It is so dark
Oh so dark
God please help me
Mary I love you
Why am I still alive?
I am so glad to be alive
Darkness just darkness
hand held out in front of eyes---
Water drips on face
Now I have a way to sustain life
I want to reunite with my wife
Lonely hours soon turn into days
Here in the rubble I lay and pray
Tap, tap, tap, I hear a distant sound
Is it possible I will be found?
My heart beating fast filled with new glee
There are still people looking for me
Miracle moment a shaft of light
It hurts my eye because it's so bright
When I see a face I start to cry
This hole not my tomb I didn't die
I wrote for the shaft of light contest before reading directions. Oops
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