Beyond the hills, the storm,
oh, yellow queens they quake;
poor Autumn aspens feel
old weight of weakened leaves
the hostile winds will steal.
Beyond the hills the storm
it brews, like coffee black.
A bitter sky will fall
—dainty saintly sunlight
a martyr for the squall…
Beyond the hills the storm,
My dreams in strobe-light flash.
Engage in shadow dance
the clash of sane and bane;
a silk and burr romance.
Beyond the hills the storm—
yes banshee gonna wail!
The gray steel rain a strafe
a suitor six-shooter.
My tongue; a silent waif.
Categories:
strafe, conflict, cry, life, loss,
Form: Monchielle Stanza
Comes many a different way
Raised heartbeat so they say
Insular in thought and deed
Support from others they do need
Intelligent listening and a free shoulder
Soldier talk better to a soldier
Stay with then until they are safe
Unifying brotherhood defying the strafe
Providing comfort and lending an ear
Prepared to even shed a tear
Order a coffee and have a chat
Remain positive be a diplomat
Try to stay focused on saving your buddy
Energy zapped thoughts going through your body
Remain calm positive and you will succeed
Stress is an injury that can't be seen
Categories:
strafe, friendship, mental illness, military,
Form: Free verse
Hailstones on the mat
A feral Tom cat lingers
Doors that never shut
As hailstones strafe junk mail and mat
Where feral is the alley cat
On one hinge hangs
The door that bangs
And he ain’t going out in that
The feral cat whilst oftentimes homeless, is, it seems, at no time gormless
26 January 2022
Contest: Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku poetry contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Categories:
strafe, animal, cat, storm,
Form: Monoku
Her smudged face in the bathroom mirror,
seen from bruised sheets.
The open mouths of high heels
one face down drunken, the other gaping.
Headlights strafe the curtains,
a scant dress clings to the oily back of a chair.
The room has washed up
on the grey surf of dawn.
She walks back into the room.
Her slip white as bone,
sallow skin dimpled by day-peep.
In the dark, she told you her story
as you drowsed beneath a shadow mind.
You did not want to know her
and now she won’t look at you
as she leaves.
When she’s gone,
you lay for a long time
in your cotton shrouded tomb;
it is way too big for how you feel.
Categories:
strafe, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Headlights strafe the woods:
deer eyes glint.
I am deep into a conversation with myself
unspoken words drop like rocks
into pools of forgetfulness.
Those eyes in the darkness
want to show me a way out of myself,
both sides the woods are closing in
and I have to go faster
or wake up
inside the mind of a deer
looking for my ghost.
Categories:
strafe, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In leaden blue it musters force.
Then comes electric blink,
then roll of drums reflects from hills.
Our spirits start to sink.
Aloft the cauldron stirs its curse,
a potion for attack.
It starts to tease with brisky breeze
then rips in with a smack.
Now we are in a battlefield
and each strafe makes us rail.
Bullets of icy rain shoot in,
then sideways pelt of hail.
The leaden blue now loses force.
But its anger not spent,
for it will muster once again.
Winter won't yet relent.
Categories:
strafe, storm, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Seen from the bruised sheets
the two open mouths of her shoes
(one face down and drunk
the other lopsidedly agape)
speak to him in groans and murmurs.
Her face smudges the glass
in the bathroom mirror;
she is squeezed into a jar of light.
Headlights strafe the curtains.
Her dress still clings
to the oily surface
of a hump-backed chair.
Her bright red plastic pocketbook
under its legs, dull now
in the dawn glimmer.
He hears waves crash
in an empty wine bottle.
She walks back into the room
her white slip dips into hips.
She is looking through walls
all the way to a small grave.
While she slept
her body dreamt of this
the night rowed her there
on a black tide.
Now on lights shoreline
she will not look at him.
She leaves quickly
before empty words
founder them both.
Categories:
strafe, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Silence lingers above my head
The man that's lost at sea; afloat
And underneath are fish not fed
All staring at my makeshift boat
I never knew exactly how
A piece of wood could feel so safe
For not even the toughest bow
Has saved me from this constant strafe
I guess I must be grateful, then
For still to live is such a gift
Yet Sea has claimed the roughest men
And I'm a weak one set adrift
Categories:
strafe, allegory, analogy, confusion, imagery,
Form: Quatrain
Never again should innocent lives vanish in vain
Cos machineguns marshall greater protection
Than students’ lives. Marjory Stoneman survivors chant ‘Never Again’
Should indifference and insensitivity buttress inept inaction.
Columbine, Sandy Hook memories remain memories
Without a determined call for students lives to live
Alongside gun laws from death merchant law parodies
That no care, no concern gun proponents to lives give.
Students leave home safe, students return home safe
After school without a machinegun taking a potshot
At students attending school. No slayers students should strafe
At school without dealing death blows to dreams of a benevolent bigshot.
Never again should parents bury sons and daughters too soon
Cos a psycho with a grudge and greed for guns
Elects to discharge a volley of bullets in real time at noon
To take way lives of sons and daughters who won’t become nuns.
Categories:
strafe, poems,
Form: Free verse
When my fingers hurt
the pain binds and forms
at the base of my greatest fear
I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that
What words were on the tip of my tongue
Are drying up into dust in my mouth
The taste that lingers a lifetime
a sickness summoned for the saints
to strafe the fear growing inside the soul
My heartbeat escalates to full speed
But my body is numb to the floor
And my mind is in a twirling tornado
Tears of fear rush down into streams
When my fingers hurt and I can not write
this fear beckons to my mind
as I use the verbs to clear the nerves
Can you hear the drops of my tears
Drumming to the beat of my fear
Categories:
strafe, anxiety, fear,
Form: Free verse
When my fingers hurt
the pain binds and forms
at the base of my greatest fear
I never knew fear
Until it knocked on my door
So fierce that
What words were on the tip of my tongue
Are drying up into dust in my mouth
The taste that lingers a lifetime
a sickness summoned for the saints
to strafe the fear growing inside the soul
My heartbeat escalates to full speed
But my body is numb to the floor
And my mind is in a twirling tornado
Tears of fear rush down into streams
When my fingers hurt and I can not write
this fear beckons to my mind
as I use the verbs to clear the nerves
Can you hear the drops of my tears
Drumming to the beat of my fear
Categories:
strafe, fear, pain,
Form: Free verse
What are you? I ask.
A never-ending cycle of pain and sadness?
The blood runs cold, where we choose to dance.
Bringing my soul to a party and beginning to gamble.
In what way may i stay safe?
And not allow my life to turn to shambles.
Perhaps i should just run...and never cease to strafe far away from this dangerous place.
In a place where sound has no vibration,
And where sight has no light…
I begin to ponder the many stumbles in my life.
Why do you judge so harshly?
If i make the simplest mistake i’m shunned for eternity!
A historic hierarchy that will never be broken!
And not a soul nor epiphany can change that.
A disturbed body can’t make a broken soul new...how would it even make sense?
It’s not something you hear at night,
And it’s not something that can be seen at night.
It’s a cold and it’s a shattered brain.
That can no longer think for itself…
Thank you society...
For showing me just how cruel the world can really be.
Thank you also…
For finally not lying to me.
Categories:
strafe, absence, dark, emotions, fear,
Form: Rhyme
He's sitting in the sand
In his right hand
A little stone, he lifts it high
Left hand fingers fly.
He lets his tongue taste the weather on his skin
Intense sensation of sunlight felt so warm within
He sings a song in words
meaningless, unheard
Sun plays in his hair
It likes it there
Children play around
him, wonder, frown
Sometimes a question there
Lands nowhere
He lets his tongue taste the words and sound
Rolling behind his teeth, savouring all around
They play alongside
Most together, he outside
Attempted communication
Inadequate investigation
His eyes strafe past
Too fast
Observes from corners of his eye
What do they do, and why?
He lives inside but knows there is outside
Incomprehensible, no matter how hard he tries
***
April 13, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
strafe, child, confusion, desire, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Bog berries and frog eyes,
on an afternoon surprise.
At the Witch's Lot.
Where aches fester and rot.
Where witches spin and turn on their cot,
and close their thick thighs,
around flying sticks that rise,
and fly while hot.
Witches strafe above,
riding toward the sky,
in
loud
ecstasy.
Categories:
strafe, magic,
Form: Rhyme
~CONFESSION~
A confession it was all
Freed my soul
Of the stacked sin of ages
Dare not to be spoken by the sages
He asked me to untie
The rucksack of my gone-by
I was reluctant at first
Thinking he might think me worst
I was wrong in reading him
The little beautiful heart held by him
All ready to strafe
The pain, to keep me safe
He wrapped me in his arms
Close to his charms
And said, “Don’t worry Katy, free
Your mind, heart and soul and pree
The taste of wisdom and flee
To the heaven’s glee”
Slowly hesitantly I undressed
The wreckage of the depressed
I was giving way for faith
As a toll for faith
Each time I wept
I found peace in the way he kept
Me, even more close to his chest
Freed me of the past in his nest
Never questioned the chastity of my body and soul
Accepting me as I was, I am and I will be
I find it safe in his sole
For serene love allies he and me…
-puvi-
(31/10/2015)
A tribute to my best friend :)
Categories:
strafe, faith, friend, friendship, love,
Form: Rhyme
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