Her feet crush the coarse dirt,
settling from foot to foot in approach.
Tendons flex; bones remember weather.
Wings—thin bone, taut skin—rise,
each feather catching a gale it cannot see the end of.
The body lunges.
Wings propel upward as a single draft is caught.
Legs lock into a streamlined stance,
and the body relaxes, gliding on years to come.
The dirt seems never to have existed;
storm gales he dark sea below.
Flying spray and rising mist crust her beak with salt.
Endless currents shepherd the locked wings through thick fog.
Half in repose,
sweeping the air—never too high, never too low.
She has always been this far from land, and never.
Seasons crust her wings like old weather she can’t shed.
Then the wind snaps. A warning.
Wings unfold.
A wall of petrichor and sulfur rises ahead.
Feathers shudder.
Tendons unlock. Her body loosens.
Feet strike giving soil,
legs search for footing as friction returns.
Salt gives way to soil.
The dirt is dirt again.
When the aching intensity of indecision
Nails your feet grasping to the buckling floor
And your outstretched arms are too weak to fight,
Summon courage from the flailing, swirling air.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When fear has curdled what’s left of your brain
And no passage of time will ease the pain
And you’re sitting in darkness with no means to fight,
Summon inner wisdom from your beating heart.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When the circle is shrinking; no friends left in sight
And you sit alone on the sharp edge not knowing what’s right
And you rail at the darkness, both fists in the air
Summon your anger at what brought you there.
Gather your courage, return to the fight.
Reach for Power and lean into the Light.
It’s all an illusion, a mere trick of self-deception.
Stop telling yourself you are powerless and small.
In every atom of your body, every song of your Soul
Power rises and falls as you summon and call.
You have all you need. You are streamlined for flight.
Reach for Power and lean into Light
five long stripes along
sleek streamlined torpedo shape
~ fish on a mission
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Two crows attempted a murder.
Said the one to the other, ‘caw!’
The second one lifted his streamlined head
and replied, ‘nevermore.’
‘You’re ravin’!’ croaked the first -
‘wrong of corvid - different poem.
You may as well be a Tennyson eagle,
living in a pleasure dome.
Get thee to a hemlock tree;
on your black, a dust of snow.
Inspect the crumbs and the farmer’s corn
and speak less than you know.
What corruption has passed your beak
to make you speak as you did before?
It’s absurd for a bird to talk.’
Quoth the second, ‘nevermore.’
MAIN STREAM PRO
Championship wrestling
offered several active and former
world Champions
deals to perform
they wanted to bring Competive wrestling
back.
It is centered on performance
and Wrestling.
From huge in staure and crowd drawing ability.
Stars compete in wrestling matches
with less interview and show.
It streamlined and based on ability and performance.
They named a company Champion
and gave him contention
and then the promoters got involved and use the draws to
to make mainevent quality matches
while startups and seasoned performers
competed for the attention of both audeince and propmoters.
Audance- Pro style is being devolped to accomadate the style and look of
the show.
Exploding transformers on the street,
flash mob;
Unable to see they move so fast,
frenzied;
Left licking senses buried in sweat,
spun out;
Synchronized for streamlined destruction
all night;
City streets cuffed and in their control
‘til dawn.
sleek and sneaky, stealthy too wherever they go
sixties cats crawl around sixties beatnik row
their eyes are squinted, they know where it is at
we are careful not to point out their ears are flat
they have a look only seen back in the day
they are always black, never orange, tan or gray
the sixties cats sit in sixties chairs, streamlined and fine
modern we thought back in those olden times
sleek and sneaky, stealthy too wherever they go
sixties cats crawl around sixties beatnik row
their eyes are squinted, they know where it is at
we are careful not to point out their ears are flat
they have a look only seen back in the day
they are always black, never orange, tan or gray
the sixties cats sit in sixties chairs, streamlined and fine
modern we thought back in those olden times
eel
slimy
well streamlined
lives in water
fish
Progress is the enemy
it's never what it seems
It hides behind the mask of deceit
Progress always means change
change means money
but it’s always money for someone
who has never had to live with the
changes that progress has left them
Anytime you hear that they’re going
to do a thing in the name of progress
you can bet that it’s just another way of saying
let’s take what’s beautiful, or intricately crafted
and turn it into something sleek
streamlined, cold…and ugly
Without warning progress
will rip the heart from a place
steal its innocence
It will pull the beauty from everything
it touches and leaves in its wake
a crippled, used-up
shell of what it once was
Running out of road, windshield wipers are useless for tears
Close my eyes and count to… not yet! reaper hasn’t appeared
Lights flashing across the dashboard, warning indications
Speedometer reads a ton, don’t care for vindication
Stripping back life
for all to see
The lake below
reflecting me
Going over the escarpment, free falling through a cloud
Brakes I leave redundant, accelerator screams out loud
Weightless grow my memories, the rear view mirror is bleak
Exterior one’s more streamlined, if a little oblique
Dug my own hole
admission’s free
Revealed the sin
got the car key
Not much on the horizon, seen a few birds here and there
Was playing around for a long time, now she’s gone elsewhere
And our song’s on the radio, I’ll never hear it end
(Stairway to heaven) rifts in stasis, just as I transcend
Oblivion
nihility
A growing bump
delivery
Hey! who’s that smiling lady, pushing me along the street
I look out from the pram, peekaboo! my heart skips a beat…
streamlined gannets
Holy Isle in view
the long journey ends
Angel rift star dust
In one hand
The sun
In the other
The moon
In the mind
The earth
In the heart
The space to comprise it all
But I have skimmed the rim of the abyss
Stood on the edge of a ledge and blew it a kiss
Took a dive from so high to enjoy the freefall
Than I stayed for a day in the heart of sheol
I got those streamlined moves timed to avoid the hate
I got those sidelined hooves signed by the eye of fate
I'm dipping diamonds in gold for the souls that you sold
I'm lifting layers of lies from the beats you baptized
Using that haptic magic
Fantastic acoustic
Let the mind drift
The heart combust
Tripping on my angel rift star dust
Let the world hear when poets cry
A celestial frequency
Steered beyond the boundaries of time
Streamlined with global urgency because
Poets will give you a shadow of the past and the future
When poets cry
They try to show the value of a moment!
Often poets cement a truth filtered through time
When poets cry
Words are poured out
Clearing out all the clout
This may be about some joy or some pain
Let the world hear when poets cry
A celestial frequency
Steered beyond the boundaries of time
Streamlined with global urgency because
Poets will give you a shadow of the past and the future
ducks floating down stream
caught in the rapids white crest
as boulders race by
their little webs paddle fast
streamlined and harmonious
as a pond comes into view
10/10/22
Bitesize Poem no.53 Poetry Contest
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