It's enough to make one chunder
there used to be a time Down Under
when fair dinkum the label on the tucker tin
only stated the true blue maker's name
and the Vegemite we'd eat for brekkie contained therein
while not a porky implied mate there's something to hide
with a shonky no responsibility disclaimer
I’m spewin’ cranky as today's focus is on what's not inside
no GMO cholesterol additives gluten calories caffeine nuts
no added colouring sugar preservatives
no artificial sweeteners monounsaturated
no polyunsaturated &/or trans fats
and bloody oath cobber that's not all as I recall
no worries tho' there's also low sodium
not whingeing but one wonders if it's a dodgy admission
there's no bonzer thingo within such as ace nutrition
meanwhile I'll fill my billycan from yon billabong
surrounded by a few emu and a roo or two
as up a gum tree the kookaburra laughingly looks on
there's nothing more I can do so may as well
bung another shrimp on the barbie blow the froth off a few
have one last blast on me didgeridoo Blue and shoot through
Loss is feeling everything
All at once
While you stand there feeling numb.
Loss is having electric pain
Shoot through your system
As your heart stops in place.
Loss is feeling
An inescapable scream
Rise from inner depths of immeasurable pain.
Loss is having your soul
Ripped from your body
As it chases one that’s leaving.
Loss is missing a chunk of your heart
That was torn out between seconds.
Loss is there tomorrow.
Loss is here today.
I woke up again believing
Only to be reminded of my pain.
Loss holds your hand
In the back of your mind
As you lay there in your screaming.
Lost is your voice.
Lost is your smile.
Lingering is your scent,
Though I’ve gone a thousand miles—
And you weren’t there for one of them.
and once upon a galaxy
there was this one little quark star
that wanted nothing more
than shoot through vast skies
at the speed of light
so on and on she drew across the heavens
her many arcs of ephemeral wonder
and no one dared to stop her
she danced across the universe
leaving her trail everywhere she went
until she had no more to give
and fizzled out into infinity
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Someone very near and very dear
leaves, perhaps forever, no offense
but he has his own right to life, it
just happens to be thousands of
miles away...
and so I go about my daily grind
grim-faced, gusto-less, ghostlike going
through the motions, until I feel
his message shoot through my veins
pricking my conscience and bringing
out the sunshine in my heart of hearts
As the music plays
I drown out the sound around
Reality slowing fading away
The lyrics come at me
Like a wave of emotions
Remembering the beautiful pain
Memories shoot through my head
Like a silent film
black and grey
I try to remember his voice
his soft touch
his presence
him
I open my eyes to the harsh reality
I am here and he is not
I look at his stone cold face
I tell him I am here
I know he can't hear me
but I know he is watching
Before they take him away
I grab his hand
I tell him
I love you
I'll see you soon
Goodbye papa
Wildfires spread like greased lightning
Contagious diseases, like wildfires
Juicy gossip's refined in the rumor mill
Rumors shoot through the grapevine
Negativity think it's pretty quick
Though positivity's just as slick
Smile, and the whole world smiles with you
Laugh, and soon everyone else is laughing too
Open a door for someone, and they will open one for you
Feed a hungry man ~ You'll come to feed other hungry men too
I saw a dream, the one in color.
That made me wonder if it's real.
I felt desire and felt purpose.
While steering boat made of steel.
.
There was an island on horizon.
And waves were calmly hugging shore.
The Sun was shining, clouds smiling.
And joy pierced air ever more.
.
So unobtrusively inviting
That island called me - "Welcome in".
The Angels sang and fish were jumping.
My heart felt like in ... well, in dream.
.
So, as I paddled little closer
I came to see a tree in sky.
With mighty roots impaling ground,
Thick leaves, ripe fruits and branches high.
.
The quiet voice without tremble
Kept whispering - "man, this is it.
Just look at leaves and fill your pockets.
They are same green as bucks and greed".
.
And suddenly, the Sun was winking,
The fish and crabs became a stew.
The closed doors lost all the lockers.
Unreachable got in foot or two.
.
The life got easier and joyful.
So many friends are rushing in.
The popularity, butt kissing
Shoot through the roof. I'm loved like king.
.
Then I woke up. The fading patches.
The joy inside but pain in heart.
Conflict of animals and Angels.
Feed Soul or Body, that's our fact.
Nap-Dream
Out of Nap-Dream
colours explode
Purple! Pink! Blue-white-black!
I stumble in and about my abode
(in some other dimension of reality)
and struggle in vain
to pour coffee into mugs
for inter-dimensional visitors.
My brain seizes up
in a sudden spasm of REM sleep...
Waves shoot through mind-realm
as I plunge blindly across
the timeless book shelves
of Nap-Dream.
Michael’s time is nearly up
He’s found the perfect place and it will soon be dark.
Memories of skimming stones
Black stones across deep slow water
Picking wild black berries in the wet fields
A huge pile of dead lambs beneath a great tree.
Looking for paint in a box full of black
Over and over again: tubes of black
He only wanted to find the yellow
Nothing but black.
He squints for a while at the setting sun then steps out
He jerks and strangles at the end of his rope
His bulging eyes shoot through with blood and roll skyward
A great white bird flies low over him
Black eyes stare into his, a devils shriek
Its underside a flash of lemon yellow
His last thought is No man could create such a perfect colour
And neither could God.
I clasp your hand the moment I realise I will fall alone
You grit your teeth in anger holding me as I dangle there
Your jawline is rock hard, the veins on your head popping out,
You are breathing in and out in desperate fear of losing me
But your lightening, determined eyes shoot through me and say,
"Damn it all!
I love you
I will never let you go"
The mountain's edge falls around me and below us
But I will not look down
Gravity is pissed
With all of my strength I hurl my shoulder upwards so that my other hand clasps your arm
You pull me up to safety and draw me into your fiery embrace
Nothing will take us but each other...
I know this and sob in your arms
I have never fallen so in love with you
In that moment when death was so close
From here, we will rise
Kiss me relentlessly through all destruction,
You have taught me that
Every mountain will fall before us
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 27
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Never know who’d be chasing balls fall into holes
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
Stuff the coffin with hot golf balls till it yields
Watch that swing cuff not some angel’s soft turf curls
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Learn to swing the club of all sizes and wields
Too late when on Heaven’s downy udders’ twirls
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
Train that eye to watch how balls shoot through cloud shields
For once on that turf sound of choir psalms rolls
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Swing that club while you can on mad muddy fields
Till muscle bone and nerve combine swing as bowls
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
What particles swing through which magnetic fields
To shape humans who roll (like) golf balls into holes
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Oh prison cell where I reside
Castle of my wounded pride
I’d ask for help, to be set free
Alas, I hold the only key!
My hand against the bar, the glass
The darkest shadows of my past
I wrote a twisted ugly plot
My Genie’s in a bottle locked
Stars shoot through the open sky
I make no wish, you wonder why?
Too scared I am, to count to three
And find you staring back at me.
As I sit and stare at this big crate filled to the top,poems I have made ,scared to death to take the next step.
wondering if they are my best?
Can't lie to myself because I can't rest,the words shoot through my mind and I have to write them down at the same time.
Word for word I describe ,how I'm feeling at the time,coming from the heart each rhyme.A true poet that I can't deny
How I love to write,it keeps me up half the night,but got to get theses words off my mind and on this paper I describe .
I put my heart in it,hoping this time ill win it.This poetry contest is just a test.That is making me scared to death.
Wanting to publish my work,but scared they won't like it in New York.What to do?Im just a poet that's scared just like you.
Trying to figure out if my work is good enough and true,why don't you let me know what to do???
A Soldier’s Prayer
I’m hearing the whispers in the night,
I know what I hear is just not right.
The whispers continue on and on,
Then all of a sudden they are gone.
The battle rages on the other hill,
I lie in my foxhole and feel a chill.
I feel the stillness all around,
Then I feel the rumble of the ground.
The distant noise is coming closer,
Tanks rumble like a dozier.
Overhead a tank passes near,
I toss a grenade at its main gear.
A direct hit that cripples this beast,
All the noise inside has ceased.
I look out above my gun,
My entire company is on the run.
They ran at fast pace toward their goal,
All they left behind was an empty hole.
The direct hit gave the company a chance,
We could now begin our advance.
.
I ask my Lord to guide me this day,
He has never led me astray.
I feel a pain shoot through my leg,
Then I hear an explosion, like a powder keg.
I awaken and look all about,
Then I know there was no doubt.
My prayers were answered, I’m not alone,
God has come and taken me home.
Copyright2008 Lynn B Glover
Images fade as new ones appear glimpses from my stricken past shoot through my fragile mind and break me down courage and hope is gained my soul begins to come into focus once more then shattered at the slightest thought of previous events. Pain slowly dissipates then courses through my veins once more. when will the morning sun finally end and allow my mind to rest. All my peers see is the painting of myself I have put in front of them for me to hide behind while I find a solution my physical being goes through its daily and regular paces while my mind is in a thousand different places at once every day how to grow how to take those drastic steps into the future and not be pushed back into the past is time truly my only obstacle? Father knows I am impatient Mr. Time why make me suffer anymore abide by his rules I must father time waits, stops, and fast forward's for no one
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