Benny the sad dog
artichokes, peas, carrots,
but no meat
for this sad dog to eat
Benny dreamed
many a dream
of being free from his owner
He could smell him from here
Extreme Body Odor!
Benny needed a plan
a plan to get away
of getting LOOSE
and catching the tail end of a Caboose
Benny would be free
free he would be
to hunt and eat his own prey
that would be the day!
Benny could not wait
wait to open this crate
to get out and be free
but what is that did he see
Benny saw the lock was not locked
he was completely shocked
how it could be unlocked
all he needs is the front door unblocked
Benny's owner was standing by the door
the door that led outdoors
The owner was talking to the UPS man
now was the time to execute this plan
Benny the dog made his way through
through the unassuming two
The two gave chase
trying to match Benny's pace
Benny passed this street
and passed that street
until he saw a squirl
Benny began to quarrel
Benny gave his owner enough time
time to catch him on 3rd and Pine
Benny's hopes were now dashed
dashed and fed with potatoes of mashed
Heartbroken, weak and unable
to resist,
These thoughts of you that
persist,
My head hurts trying to
desist,
My hand reaches for a quill as
eager fingers insist,
To write these words that my voice
is saying, they go like this,
In truth, your absence has brought
great relief, and your presence,
has been missed,
And in my memory, thoughts of you
will always exist,
But as I make new memories, both
old and new will learn to coexist,
Dark shadows wouldn’t last forever,
and in my own company, I look
forward to experiencing feelings
of long-awaited bliss.
So long as there’s space on the
canvas of life, the rivers of dreams
will continue to flow,
And with every breath I take
from the Valley of Hope, my smile
will again shine and glow.
By Zyrool
New planet
A beach, three suns, silent of waves
I arrived just here, breathing my life
New life, new planet, new life, live far
I left my home, the home the past home
No memory follows life starts one of on
Gone the history of the mother planet from
Silent in my heart, clouds are my eyes lives
Tears are gone; my past life has been forgotten
my life for now.
Now, and for all times; timeless life is on
No time, no history, lived this life in space on
Endless lands, opportunities, unblocked ways
Here is everything just paths and highways
No tears and stressful life, unknown pain
Always three the sun, dark always stand off
Sky, horizon, and lands are home to the light
Always three the sun, dark always stand off
New life, new planet, new life lives here
I left my home, Andromeda gave me
a new home
Past
to Home
New lives
On
Traffic cones here
traffic cones there
in Montreal
traffic cones are everywhere
Blocked
unblocked
Blocked
unblocked
Blocked
unblocked
Blocked
unblocked
Blogged
unBlogged
Colored leaves shimmered in the rain
The beauty could not be washed away
Reflecting in calm dark waters,
a mirror of peace shined through anyway
The fog in silence, drifted around hardened rocks
As if hearts waited to be warmed and minds unblocked
Visual contrast came along with a blending,
as if a divide had now been crossed
Able to see each other's side with understanding
Light is found in darkness, not all is lost
Heidi Sands
10/14/24
(C)opyright
An enchanting damsel 'Maya' *
diamonds shine in her ephemeral eyes
roses adorn dreamlike moments
and peacock feathers float in space.
opulence of this goddess soothes,
Yet tremors in mind reverberates
diving deep within to decipher the arcane
An ineffable world, is only a projection
with million fine strands of attachment,
combining synaptic neurons in epochs.
In immanent beauty of wide sensations
everyone and everything is wrapped in 'Me'
But beyond the cognitive darkness,
in the neon of nocturnal mist,
thoughts no longer are made of words,
things no longer have any name.
Our existence detached from cycles
resonates in hallways of consciousness.
When our eyes close, the mind opens.
As an illumination within transcends
higher and higher to an unblocked sky,
surpassing all boundaries till infinitum.
Profound sentience pirouetting to eternity,
an omnificent enigma of boundless ecstasy.
*'Maya' is a Sanskrit word means “that which is not” (i.e. illusion)
Thoughts track back, as a fox on the run
Though the memory is seared, a toasted bun.
Memory remember me, because I have forgotten.
Recollection fail us not, because my retention is rotten.
Data exists in the web that the universe is built on.
And once uploaded, it is forever ingrained, will never be gone.
The door is locked, the file lost, it’s taking too long to load.
I’ll get it unblocked, whatever cost, I need it to continue my road.
Memories play, day after day, and drop in whenever they want.
But when I need one now, then my lost thoughts have skills they like to flaunt.
I know they’ll find me, when i try for sleep, in the witching hour.
It’s the best time we know to be reminded of the brain and it’s power.
Nothing is ever lost, not to us, just a little hidden.
Memory forget me not, but just in case, I will have my thoughts and words written.
The house is quiet,
as Knothead’s asleep
Hershey Kisses in place
on the staircase to reap
There’s snow on the roof,
with the chimney unblocked
For Santa to enter,
new soot on his frock
The cookies and milk
on the hearth reappear
With Rudolph’s one favorite,
chocolate chip to endear
The sound of his footsteps
arrive on the roof
As Knothead awakens
to Santa’s reproof
“Get into the sleigh
as I’ve told you before
“TC and Melissa
deserve so much more
“Your mischievous wandering
has caused quite the stir
“Mrs. Claus is upset,
the good Elves much deterred
“And clean up your mess
before we move on
“Those wrappers a danger
to those woe begone”
But as they departed,
the naughty Elf smiled
Two silver reminders
ensconced to beguile
Both hidden in cupboards
for children to find
Christmas 2021
—to forever remind
(Christmas Poem: 12/24/2021)
Backstory: Knothead is the naughty Elf who has plagued the Behm household for over 40 years at Christmas time. To catch him, you need to put out Hershey Kisses, so that Santa can follow the trail of wrappers, capture him, and take him back to the North Pole.
I used to block people for being rude, but this hurt me, so I unblocked them all.
I unblocked them at the same time, and I felt lighter, happier and lovelier.
Since that time I have only blocked one poet.
I blocked this person because what they said to me was borderline insane.
It was a threat, and it was ugly.
It was nonsensical, for I had not done what they said I had done.
I think they accused me of being unkind.
I reread my words to them, and knew they were not unkind.
It was not even a criticism. It was a compliment.
I blocked them because they claimed they wanted to “argue with me”.
I do not argue, even in person.
That is why you are blocked if you are the one poet I have blocked.
Hard facts
(Poetic Form :: Nibor)
His last word
to break year long
relation;
Broke her heart
she tries not to
remember;
Memories
don't obey her
mind's command.
Avoids places where
they sat hours together
to share their future
still he comes to her mind.
His number many
times she blocked but again
unblocked, hopes he might
call suddenly to speak.
As they suggested
spending more time doing
own work by herself
painting what she loves most.
Try to stay
busy to stop
thinking him.
They said, it'd
help to control
her feelings.
But, all acts
go in vain, his
thoughts come back;
She doesn't know, what to do, these are cold truths and hard facts.
~X~X~X~
Underwear so varied
Unpublished, well, not now
Unconcealed, all can view
Uncovered, unashamed
Unblushing for the world
Unfurled, unblocked designs
Unchaste attitude girls
And boys/men
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Contest: Pleiades U
Date: 04/30/2021
Sponsor: Kim Merryman
My foolish heart has stuttered out of whack
And trailed off a regular beating track.
With smoking it did not align,
With drinking it did not comply,
Got sick of those and had a heart attack.
The surgeon triple bypassed it alright,
Unblocked the pipes and sewed it nice and tight.
With meds and zest for life combined
Smoking and booze it doesn’t mind,
My foolish heart tick tocks with renewed might.
February 10, 2021
Enjoy the peace and quiet
We should get at least a week
The bulldog has been fed and nestled in to sleep
But please keep one eye open, there are a few more freaks
The warning has expired,
it’s been dropped down to a watch
Just heed this weather warning
And pour yourself a scotch
You should be safe indoors
Just make sure you add your block
The turd can only comment
On blogs or if unblocked
I hope your week goes well
grab your pens and stretch your stilts
Keep the poems coming
On some paper let ink be spilt
Dear Poet Family~
Sorry for all late responses.
My site, ugh!
Blocked for 7 hours.
Missed you dear friends!
I have been emailing PS all day.
May not answer all tonight.
Have been up since 2am.
You are my soul family.
Love you
Panagiota xxxxooooo
August 5,2020
The veil left unsuspended,
Leaving the shiny brights suppressed,
Mockery filled the ones molested,
Any attempt will be streisanded
More, I need more! MORE!
A hole left unblocked,
Beneath my soul I resisted,
It was futile, and it will last,
As long as the beats left unsilenced.
MORE! I NEED MORE! PLEASE!
As I watch my fellows succumbed,
Breathing the same intoxicant,
Over and over, left unmanned.
Why would you do that, Human?
Or shall I blame the opposed?
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