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At The Light

When driving the car
approaching a traffic light
it has often been seen
both day and night
what does green mean
here's the plan
for better or worse
drive as fast as you can
then red and amber
if you will
put the foot down
even faster still
and when it turns red
don't dare to dwell
or stop dead
but go like a bat out of hell

A New Day - Wildflowers

Roads long squandered,
Routes trained to memory.
a crack in the long unyielding concrete
unremarkable.

Then, a wildflower
A peculiar pink.
Leather, nostalgia.
Cinnamon, mellow.

Stop dead in my tracks,
Wistful, yearn.
Many a while did I dream of creation
After all, what does it take?
Soil, water, an undefeated soul.

Many a while did I long for something that called me God.
Many a while did I pick up a pen,
Dropped it back down.
Afraid of laughter no one laughed,
Fearing fingers yet unpointed.

What does it mean to begin?
What does it take to begin?
Paper, ink, a sliver of hope.
Do I have what it takes to begin?

Now every new page,
A breath of awakening
In a book awaiting it's soul.
A step, far from empty pages.

Albeit one, this stride
holds strength of lifetimes far spent.
And as I sit, winds of change,
Of beginning, blowing through my hair finally let down.

A start. 
Breaking apart the shackle that is anticipation.
Everything goes, and so will this fear.
And as my soul, my blood, my sweat, my tears, I wring into form,
Perhaps, 
I have what it takes to begin.

In the Blink of An Eye

The passage through life is like an unchartered river leading to the sea.
The uncertainty of the flow is always something that’s real
You may move very fast or hardly move at all. 
You may traverse a wild current or get caught in its swirl

Nature plays this game when we think we can deal
Nature plays its game and doesn’t care when we reel.

Perhaps the key to happiness is found in the balance of the flow?
We are strong in the world but do we listen to the world when nature says no?

Perhaps we need to stop dead still and look at where we are?
Perhaps nature’s watching and judging our moves and thinks we’ve gone too far?

Do we realise that to the world we are just animals here in time?
A virus that mutates in the world is as natural has the Moon in the sky.
A pandemic that can stop the flow of life in the blink of an eye!

Do we realise that nature may be less forgiving next time?

Death Doesn'T Mourn

I met him a long, long time ago,
denim clad and dusty leather boots
sitting astride a motorcycle
He took off his helmet; I stumbled
only to stop dead on my hazed tracks
and crashed in his ocean sapphire eyes.

Scattered bouquets flowers wallpaper, 
soft silky satin and remnant dreams.

Parched lilies quivers upon his grave
and falls arched over where it now laves
along with till dirt in the hot sun.

Death doesn't mourn, but devours lovely things
To savor every drop of anguish
and narrate the final threads of life
with a blithe attitude toward death.

5/17/2018

Poetry Contest: Best Free Verse Poem in May 2018'  
Sponsored By:	Laura Loo

Easter

The soft spoken
weariness of politicians,
their secret hope
the long,
unhappy dream of the fathers
would 
stop dead in its tracks,
like homes under siege 
encased in decaying dreams.....
permitting  a new day to burst forth,
a pseudo resurrection,
one more chance to ride the coattails of
an ever expanding universe.
  Easter calls its halt,
a remembrance 
that stops the short lived chatter
to contemplate the risen.

A Cowboy Loved

hooves echoing against the ground. 
His eyes met with a certain lass. 
Joyful at heart. 
His eyes tried her on, alone with limitless possibility. 
He thought of his coat. 
Warm, comforting. 
She fit him perfectly. Extending his brow 
Exchanging passing glance. 
There wasn't a register in sight 
Nor a cashier to exchange currency. 
She partook in his small town stare 
Granting a smile that made his horse stop dead in its tracks. 
Moments later 
He shot his horse 
Placing his hat on the coat rack in her eye

Crimson Ghoul

In the middle of the night 
The woman in crimson came to fright
Her hair as black as a moonless night
Her eyes glistened with a milky glaze 

She whispered my name 
But to no avail
For I pulled the covers over my head
Lest my heart stop dead

She pulled the covers off my bed
I screamed bloody murder filled w/dread
My mom came rushing in
The color in my face drained in fright
For the woman in crimson dress
Stole my light
Cursing me to fear the night.

Do Youi Race To Win

Do you race to win?
Seems to me we really do.
Like the win when we compete.
Or do you want to be like me?
I’m never first, can’t you see.
I have three speeds that I go.
There’s stop, dead slow, now slow I go.
You see, I’ve had physios fiddle with me.
So added slow, so all can see.
Mind you, I’ve added a horn now.
Screwed it to my walking stick, somehow.
Now when I’m at my full speed slow.
I’ll sound it at those ahead going dead slow.
I won’t sound it at those who stop.
Or they might drop dead on that spot.
Not from my hooter, but from shock.
Of me going slow flat out, at that.
I know that last line did not rhyme Dragon, you fell asleep again. <

Tommy the Donkey

There once was a donkey called Tommy
Who the kids all thought was funny.
The icecream van he would reach,
when giving rides at the beach.
Then stop dead 'till they all got a lolly.

Stars Moving In the Night

Stars moving in the night

A strange happening, a strange sight!

I watch in trepidation or puzzled freight?

There's something else out there beyond the night.

A cold stillness fills the air

I see them moving now as a pair

They seem to stop dead in mid air

Stars or something else yet unknown?

I see the pair blend into a single moving flare

I see the light change from white to blue

A mist surrounds it, shone by the moon.

The blue light moves away

I know it's not human or of our age

It moves so fast vertically 

Disappearing instantly.

A Matched Pair

I frown into the mirror.
What happened?
Yesterday, we were newlyweds.”

"Fifty  years ago," he says.
“You lost half a century.” 
There's my husband, slouching
in the recliner, thinning hair,
frayed collar, expanding stomach.

A slow smile spreads across my face.
I sidle over, plop into his lap,
and sling my arm around his neck.
"Remember Great Falls, fishing
in the Missouri River until sunset,
A & W root beer in frozen mugs?

“How about that May snowstorm 
in Yellowstone, or camping in Canada,
our sleeping bags zipped together as one? 
Or Holder Lake, Bird Woman Falls,
and fishing in a stream no wider
than this chair we’re sitting in?

“Remember our two parakeets,
perched above everything we owned
in that forty-nine Chevy coupe
on the trip home to Missouri? 
Or the car, stop-dead in Roundup,
Montana, leaving us stranded  
for three days, waiting for parts?

“”I remember that sexy redhead,” 
he says. “What happened to her?”

“Not sure, but I think she ran off
with a pot-bellied old man.”

Duck In My Quack

There's a moose a loose with a duck on his back!
If you see them stop dead in your tracks.
Do not engage, for they will fight back.
The moose made a slingshot out of his rack.
If you are naive and turn your back;
Moose will sling duck hard and fast.
Popping your butt with a very loud crack.
Leaving you with a duck stuck in your quack.

Red Moon

All eyes stare up in the night sky.
An amazing red moon stares back.
All these questions, but no real reply.
Red moon, red moon, who are you?

All thoughts of creation stop dead in their tracks.
Cosmic awareness is beginning to show itself.
It's hard to focus on the truth in the cracks.
It's even harder to understand books on the shelf.

All visions are becoming untangled.
Life's awakened realization is in the blood moon.
All sight will be strangled, 
The truth shall unleash itself soon.

Beyond the Looking Glass

 
~*~

Close your eyes
To your surprise
Wake up never recognized..

Time beyond the looking glass
Nonchalantly travels past
Without a single question asked..

Judgmental eyes stare in vain
A victim of a curious brain
Begin at the beginning then start again..

Like falling down a rabbit hole
With no control
Inquisitiveness starts to take its toll..

Smiling felines and parties with tea
Shedding enough tears to fill a sea
Back to the door without a key..

Big and small and big again
Decks of cards march like men
Remorseful innocence not knowing where or when..

Painted red roses lined up in a bed
Screams from a sovereign "Off with her head"
Once ticking hands abruptly stop dead..


Have I gone crazy?
Am I insane?

“Curiouser and curiouser!” 

Again and again........ 

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Debbie Guzzi

Silhouettes Amongst Me

my feet punch the dull, rugged pavement as I slink down the cool quiet night with only the harsh stale lamp to highlight my way ahead. A presence is felt as the hairs on the back of my neck come to a stand my heart unconsciously increases in speed, my eyes dart from shadow to shadow as the darkness flies around me, mocking my every move. My pace quickens as I attempt to escape the nightmare, they are chasing me now snatching at me with there thick claws. I've been forced to a sprint. as they draw closer I can feel the cool of there pace against my back as I lurch forward out of there reach. Ahead is a never-ending blanket of silent blackness. I close my eyes and stop dead in my tracks as the darkness engulfs me. It swallows me whole, the suffering has ended.

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