Will stars stain the sky?
When the universe doth spin
Widdershins all night
Will streaks of light fill the sky
As they attempt to slow down?
Your carpet sounds fine, but now wait!
You say there are spots here and there?
Some smudges show dirt that you hate?
The solution I will now share.
I'm telling you what you should know!
This Zap is the best cleaner found!
And like the commercial, I'll show
It's quick and works well all around.
Just spray it on those spots of dirt-
No need to scrub in or to blot!
Foam power is built in each squirt-
walla- and away goes the spot!
Like magic, your carpet will gleam.
No one will suspect dirt was there.
You'll smile while this cool, magic cream
will fix your stained rug with great care!
And just for the heck of it, too-
discounted now twenty percent!
No kidding, it's so very true-
you'll wonder where all that dirt went!
Noone asks the glass
how many times it was broken
before it learned to hold the light
blue for the mornings
I almost gave up
glad for the small joys
that found me anyway
green for the places
I outgrew in silence
red for the words
I never read aloud
from far away
it looks whole
closer
you can see every crack
where something sharp
once passed through
yet, the sun enters
still. the room is changing
still, the darkness turns bright
in the quiet air
and shadows soften
where the colors fall
maybe this is how healing starts
not as a perfect pane
clear and unscathed
but as pieces gathered
after shattering
each one holding color
each one remembering its pain
each one gives back light
in a shape
only the wounded
could make beautiful
and when the evening comes
the colors don't fade away
they wait quietly in the shadows
like someone holding her breath
until the morning sun finds them
and they shine once again
Joe Outlaw, has done now; much too
much time, in prison...No sense
or reason, neither rhyme'
I call to you Joe.' I am aware of your plight' your
Stout hearted protests, you've got some
clout' and fight ! You have scaled the
rooftops, and smashed up some glass,
against a brutal system, you
display some real class, I give you
Joe Outlaw people,.! Remember His name.' To
The authoritys regime, he's caused some
Pain.' And thats well deserved, its
clear and plain'
Shout out, spread about the truth
my friends..For it will out.' Joe Outlaws
Name. Is well worth the shout.)
A little of you
Still remains.
Now
You're stuck with me forever...
My love stain.
Started off with climbing tree.
Rush to hospital to pump wee stomach.
Evidence on cherry stained t-shirt.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
The man in the elevator farted,
He mocked us, not knowing sharts departed.
The stench was like a salmon left to rot—
Provoking our anger was all he sought.
Trapped in the foul-smelling elevator,
He begged a shirt from a sneering waiter.
Refused, a dame gave four menstrual pads—
He wore them proud, a banner for the lads.
Another kind woman gave him a skirt,
Still, that skirt got stained with a little squirt.
He would have claimed Scottish, had we not known—
We wish good toilet manners he’d have shown.
The swivel of her skirt casts
a pale silhouette around a thin frame--
her face riddled by a strange look
obscured by dazzle of yellows
from a moonlit skyline and lamp posts:
Bright cluster of blooms dwindles
against her stoic gaze,
her dark blouse stained by some
gauze of grief-- she walks
poised ... yet anonymously alone.
The beats of rhymes,
Are more than crime.
People always suspect,
All those who respect.
Some people don't stand,
By it's on motherland.
The flower that had withered,
But still no one figured.
The heart which is failed,
Because once it was sailed.
Not always the diaster,
Distroys one's laughter.
A evening,sun-set,
For sun isn't a regret.
The moon's dark stain,
Doesn't give it pain.
How long the earth,
Could bear the truth.
Because in the end,
The same will be the trend.
The Prophet Jeremiah here truly speaks
being God's voice among the nations
spreading the truth of God for all to hear
as He does for many an occasion
God has planted here a choice vine
His own people, Israel, of a pure seed
they had the privilege of being His
and the choicest seed indeed to feed
But God's people have turned to folly
they have become degenerate no less
having grown into a wild vine
leaving nothing but soiled todress
No matter the quality of soap
or how hard they rub it to clean
their stain of guilt will all remain
for their sin will be there to be seen
God has declared this by His prophet
speaking by God's authority, He said
only by shedding perfect blood
can God forgive sin by His sovereign head
These words speak to this day
the stain of your guilt is still before me
only by being washed in Jesus' blood
for He died sacrificially on Calvary's tree
Should darkness stain the shields of my defense
where refuge sought holds little glare or shine,
depression takes its toll at great expense
that sadly taints this fragile soul of mine.
The fortress walls grow weak amidst the storm,
should darkness stain the shields of my defense.
The siege consumes me whole might I conform.
Such penalties fall savagely immense.
Surrender could abandon this suspense,
to open wide the gates that welcome woe.
Should darkness stains the shields of my defense,
so common are the scars I've come to know.
Armed only with the strength of battles lost,
survival rears its head as wars commence.
I choose to hold my throne at any cost,
should darkness stain the shields of my defense.
Reading a poem about a horse
with a stain
on the author’s page. Patron
ate something saucy,
as he read of a war statue,
forking or spooning
probably pasta or slurping
poetry, precariously, I ponder,
as I wait for the oven timer
to deliver dinner. Deviled
ham quiche - the aesthetic
embodiment of
eggs & cream, cheddar,
onions & cayenne
firmly held in its shell.
I’ll eat in the early afternoon
and get a lift
to see Cheap Trick &
Rod Stewart. Not the cheap
seats, but the special ones
saved for the limo driver’s guests;
he will be chatting it up
behind the stage or
just standing by.
I can’t get past a couple
pages, having stopped
at the blot. A library lie
that these hard-covered words
are all mine, well his;
a-muse-d at a blank page,
how I’ve filled its plate,
and how
I will separate
my pie from my eye.
The golden stain of the sunshine
Made the sea water shine like gold
And gave egrets at the coastline
The golden stain.
The egrets came with their household,
To make the water like their shrine,
Their beaks and wings defied the cold.
Young egrets stayed at the shoreline~
Their playful nature they unfold,
Still gifting the twilight skyline
The golden stain.
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Placement: Third
The shy sky sends rumours of a dustfall,
More murmurs of the impending clouds’ brawl.
The least swirls of dust unleashed ceased the light,
It roars for hours from town center with fright,
Staining gowns brown and making dirts dusty.
The morons, like iron, became rusty.
Hes only moving forward
Every moment framed like novelty
He scrubs but the memories remain
Cant wash away the lingering pain
If he's the shepherd will we rally?
Well you would choose to sleep immortal, wash the future from your brain
Watch you slink down moonlit alleys
Every atom of his body tears through choices he refrains
But hes only moving forward
Every moment framed like novelty
He scrubs but the memories remain
A feeling that nobody could feign
Pass the bottle of aletheia
The shackles of the past still enough strength to restrain
Try to scatter all the pieces
Indulging in a pretense, so tomorrow is retained
Cause hes only moving forward
Every moment he tries so hard to frame like abstract novelty
Scrubs hard but the memories remain
Wants to wash away himself, from the future
he's a stain
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