he practically followed her home
friends had to stop him
not that one, we said
she is mine, he told us
he took a step in her direction
we pulled him back
he is in love with the idea of being in love
perpetually smitten
my dog is chewing up my bushes
cleaning his teeth
dragging healthy limbs off
I do not stop him
happy he is being entertained
even though my bush is being massacred
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The oven door swung wide,
a blast of cinnamon and fear.
Not for me, not this time,
I was already halfway down the counter,
a sugared leg pumping,
gumdrop buttons bouncing.
Behind me, the screams,
high-pitched, dissolving in the heat.
"He's getting away! Stop him!"
But the rolling pin was too slow,
the spatula a clumsy threat.
We were tired of being eaten.
Tired of the gleeful chomps,
the dunking in lukewarm milk,
the casual decapitations.
We fled,
a sugary stampede,
across the checkered linoleum,
under the looming refrigerator,
a gingerbread exodus,
leaving a trail of crumbs and righteous indignation.
We scattered.
Under the fridge, behind the toaster,
the dusty space behind the washer
plotting a new life,
free from the tyranny of frosting smiles
and the looming threat of milk.
Its beauty took millions of years
Every leaf and every drop of water
Placed in its perfect spot year after year
Even with its history, the beauty is fragile
It would not take much to destroy
Just one man with too much money
Wanting to make his mark on the world
Houses or large office buildings
Anything that would have his name
The rest of us must do something to stop him
Beauty like that scene must be saved
Treasured for what they are
Not for what they can be
© Poem – XXVIII/V/MMXXV
LRET
It was not the curse that made him leave,
but the silence in the eyes of the Beloved.
There, in the moment when the wine turned too red,
and the bread lost the taste of forgiveness,
Judas understood that God
cannot be bought
but can be sold.
Thirty pieces of silver,
heavy as a mother’s silence after her son’s death,
cold as the hand that no longer reaches out
when you collapse
under the weight of choice.
He was not evil,
only too human
to forgive the light
that asked for nothing.
He kissed Him not like a friend,
but like a wound
that could not be spoken.
That kiss was not betrayal,
but a desperate attempt
to stop Him
from becoming more than what a heart of flesh can grasp.
And perhaps he never meant to lose Him,
only to make Him remain man
a little longer,
one more miracle,
one more night without a cross.
But God does not negotiate
with fear,
nor with love shattered in the corner of a left eye.
He walks all the way to the end,
even when Judas weeps
in the tree where fruit no longer grows,
only questions.
And between good and evil,
Judas was the bridge,
burned at both ends,
so that we
could cross
without falling.
First they said that our laws were sufficient
and the guardrails enough of a force
that the Courts and their Orders would stop him
keep the country and people on course
But the Justice Department had failed us
sadly frozen in fear and disgrace
and the SCOTUS is soaked in corruption
selling votes, taking trips, filling space
We’re the saviors who we have been seeking
we’re the heroes who we so adore
for when words upon paper lose meaning
it is up to the People to roar
Bravery
His attribute
Always doing
What others are afraid of
Very determined, not desperate
He's so confident and courageous.
Braveness
He's so fearless
Always ready
To face whatever is ahead
He's a risk taker
He's thy people's hope
Even danger can't stop him.
Braveness
Forward and onward
He's always ready
He's not a coward
Always doing the impossible
By setting new records
None could ever break him
Never settled for anything but greatness.
Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my goldfish, with one flush.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my gerbil, with one flush.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my turtle, with one flush.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my loved one, with one flush.
Honey, stop him, the cat won’t fit.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Light shines upon his face, the warmth embraces him.
Reflections of the past flash upon his eyes, all the good with the bad.
Flickers of the future he desires flitter in and out of view.
Paths stretch out, endless roads to travel.
The wind bites his face as he looks upon the journey ahead.
He knows no obstacle can stop him, unless he allows it.
Choice has been made, destination selected.
Forward.
The only way to go, up, forge ahead, don't look back.
Hands of memories grip his arms, trying to hold him in place.
Insecurities grab upon his legs, trying to root him down.
Why's and hows wrap around his torso, as to paralyze him.
One foot in front of the other. Look up to the sky. He is with you.
Overcome the challenge, move with reason. Move with purpose.
Carry the flame, find salvation.
Break the chains placed upon you, by you.
You are loved. You are strong. You are enough.
His heart was turned as hard as steel
He grew up steering his own wheel
Child left alone amidst the heat
His compass was the sound of his heartbeat
He walked on plains against the storm
Hardship disfigured his own form
He climbed the high peeks of mount doom
Comfort for him had no room
He swam the oceans of impossible dreams
Against the tides and course screams
Foul winds coming from every direction
Tried to stop him to his destination
Will he succeed or will he not
Though he needs to give his best shot
He needs to cross the bridge of fire
So on his dream, he will retire
We went to Florida, as Al's friend was living in Florida, and he asked us to come down
there. We packed up and moved down there. When we arrived there; Al got a job
with his friend working for a trucking company. His friend told his boss that I cussed
right in front of him, to upset my husband, Al.
We were at his friend's house and his friend told my husband to make him at me so
that he leave me there at his house. He already had sex with his wife but Al didn't
leave me there; so his friend could also have sex with me. Al didn't listen and wanted
to take me home.
On our way home, he started calling me bad names. I raised my hand, to stop him
from calling me bad names. He stopped the car and started beating with his fists
on the floor boards of the car. When we arrived home, he made me stay inside the
car and sent the babysitter home.
He yanked me out of the car and threw me into the bathtub.
03/13/24
While aid to stop him may expire
Vlad's drooling for space to acquire
His lust to expand
Brings rust to fertile land
To this dictators aspire
The unsupervised stop sign travels all over town
With no one there to watch him, he made departure from the ground.
Off he went o’er yonder, and up and down the city street
He’d stop in front of speeding cars, and then rinse and repeat,
It must be such a shock to to see a sign when before was none
The action of foot slammed on break caused pile ups on ninety one.
Despite obvious danger, his game brought him so much joy,
That stop sign played with cars as if they were naught but his toys.
The police tried to stop him, fire fighters too,
But what department is prepared to stop a stop sign barreling through?
He spent the day causing chaos, and carried on all through the night
Until each and every driver was frightened for their life.
By morning he grew tired of the game he’d been engrossed,
So the unsupervised stop sign returned home to his post.
Purple spots buzz by
Chatter inside his head
The air is quivering and thick
- no rush
"Stretch out your tongue"
"why, give me seven reasons"
Blessed cogs
on the grandmother clock
a legacy from the age of the fathers
Every heartbeat, clock ticks on
Searching for connection
screaming mayhem in the hospital
Deep coma, these locks he's afraid of
Red stop sign ... foolhardiness
the smoke of zeal
sound exploding launches fireworks
Nothing could stop him
Perseverance, trying to map the unknown
Nuns in freshly ironed uniforms washing his face
he can't move a single muscle
Childhood memories, smell of warm sheets
When the forsythia produces buds
- maybe, his second chance
he had no idea it was going to be his last ride
his horse acted finicky, but he thought it was the weather
his wife had a feeling, as she watched him go
there was nothing she could have said to stop him
his brother’s homestead was in trouble
he walked off into the early dawn, unaware
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