UNWANTED
All along
in the crowd,
justice standing—
seeking
someone to please:-
Like a lonely fish
swimming
in a school-group,
she bites
a baited hook;
and reeled in,
she’s scaled,
unhooked,
and thrown back:
despised and
unwanted:-
I turned around- should not have looked.
They all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked.
Today would be the final show.
That arm with claws was soon unhooked
to swivel, reach up high, and crash.
I turned around- should not have looked
to watch it make that painful gash.
With digs and pulls, they tore it down.
My childhood home and yard, rebooked
to build a bridge from town to town.
I turned around- should not have looked.
Delusion comfort and the somn of the routine
Draws sharpness of awareness of yours
Depending on the context of your situation
The habit of the mechanism is tin
That's weird type of force
The conservation
In fact you really don't conserve the monkeys
Maybe you preserve
Linguistics say
Of terminologies the bias of buzzword
The physical the meaning of the word
The real physical the meaning
Hey, look the wordies of the medias of yours
What meaning do conserve you in your writing
In your course
Of the direction
Where is the transformative the point that
Doesn't conserve the suffering and victim
So you may enjoy
Dilemma that of theirs, human's
Of glorifying depths of trauma and the sin
Konserva is in russian language Tin
It's type of package actually the hook
That cannot be unhooked in fact that easy
The real processing is really really hard
But the stupidity and moron fashions of the world
Is easy
We're ceasing bias, lies, desiformation
Specific points, opinions, lifestyles
In these the metrics these are kilometers
In these these measured distance as the miles
He had a duffel coat once,
so did she. They must have looked
well-matched
walking in Regents Park
that Autumn.
In time
the coat shop on Oxford Street
died of old age.
Duffel went out of style.
They wore them still.
One day
her duffel was neatly folded,
into a labeled, cardboard box.
His coat developed Alzheimer’s
in a tumble-down closet.
When they unhooked from each other,
he packed only empty pockets,
and a small bundled
of toggles and loops.
Had to download some daylight,
the screen is in dark mode,
is the plasma alive?
Alive in the way the brain is;
not awake or aware
but just a memory nexus
shuffling between
fake pictures of reality.
The sun is up, a fuzzy picture,
one a camera once captured,
an image
blurred by a few lost rays
of time.
Coffee mug is still untouched,
it too is in dark screen mode,
adjustments will have to be made,
a lot of downloaded vids
of cute kittens perhaps?
I recall when
there were no delete buttons,
just buttons,
coats unhooked from anything,
yet even back then
hooks were hung by unseen hands.
There were no reboot options
in that world.
It's getting lighter,
I can see that from a lens
held in a hand
I will never know.
The dark is diminishing,
but that light,
what a strange light
that has no day or night
within it,
and it wavers, it shimmers,
comes and goes,
and it does not shine-out,
just leaks out
of a plasma picture.
Catch and Release
Art of let go
A journey
to release, a practice
to detach
Nearly three decades capturing the fruits of Sowind
~ I’m forever grateful…..deepest gratitude
for this catch, unexpected gift
Ready to release
Release responsibilities
Release W2
Release trophy
Release hidden ego
Release calling: a call to stand up to the plate of my life
Release weighing of the fish
Release being strong
Delegate this post to someone in needs
Entrust this auroral light to a successor
let the ribbon of barbless hook unfurl gracefully
After all
The fish are
unhooked and returned to the Universe
A liberating release! A grateful release!
Back when I was young,
When I went to school
I had to walk uphill both ways!
Yes, Dad, we’ve heard it all before,
but today it’s different, different, different.
Today I made my own decision,
and I didn’t die for it, not really.
So I don’t care how long you stayed
and supported your mother, mother,
mother, I’m leaving. As soon as I can stop
the beeping. As soon as I get unhooked
from this machine, as soon as I’m better
and the drugs, drugs, drugs are out of
my body, I swear I’ll listen, listen, listen
to all your stories. And I’ll learn something
this time, I promise.
In maths class, when Debs unhooked her bra and pulled it out through her shirt sleeve!
My Most Unforgettable Moment In High school Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Burl
09/06/20
A lone flower
stuck in the muck, tested
by strong winds and hard rain,
yet its tentacles
remain unhooked
from the soil.
It's been through the wringer,
yet look at it thrive!
Look at it do the limbo!
Look at it dance...
and twirl all about!
and look, just look...
at that golden glow!
It still smiles under the sun!
COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(14) any theme any form contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 10/13/2019
I eye you
behind the nudes of the dying light!
The dark water is sucking the muted sky,
you breathe inside!
Canopy above
lost in sight!
I feel more azures
And the final notes you left unhooked...
Six a.m,
I could better mind,
the silence of the rustling silk;
on the spots of yellow lights lying in the bed
growing fade ……………
I turned around...should not have looked;
they all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked;
today would be the final show.
A tear came flowing down my cheek...
I turned around...should not have looked.
My heart was pounding, legs were weak,
and yet somehow, my mind was hooked.
That arm with claws was soon unhooked
to swivel, reach up high and crash.
I turned around...should not have looked
to watch it make that painful gash.
With digs and pulls...they tore it down.
My childhood home they came and took
to build a bridge from town to town.
I turned around...should not have looked.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Contest: I Should Not Have Looked
Sponsor: Mystic Rose
Judged: 06/14/2017
New York State claimed my childhood home
via eminent domain in 1960 and demolished it
to build the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge.
If I was a maggot
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad Author
If I was a maggot in the UK today! No doubt I’d have a short life.
If homebred, I meant to say; no doubt I’d find myself in a bin.
With others all a wiggling.
Then someone no doubt will take me out. Into the fresh air without a doubt!
Then if unlucky to my dismay, a barbed hook will be pierced through me one day.
Through the air I would then fly.
Land with a splash also says I. Then water would encompass me.
And swimming to the surface, will be an impossibility.
As I’d be weighed down by weights you see.
As I hold my breath and struggle so. A fish appears and attempts to eat me you know.
Suddenly it’s also on the hook, we are pulled out and the fish unhooked.
On this occasion, I fell onto the ground.
Wiggled away and was not found.
Where I crystallised and became a fly. Now when I mate I will see our eggs.
Are in the wild so our babies won’t die!
At least, not before they can become blue bottle flies.
And into the air just buzz off and fly.
We were kissing behind the bike sheds
The future Mrs Bronte and I
Get yourselves up to see the head
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the kiss of life.
We stood in his room in front of head
Our eyes looking down, both our faces bright red
Darren shifted nervously from side to side
Don’t worry Darren one day I’ll be your bride
I begged the head please don’t make us cool our ardour
In our biology practical we’d been told to try much harder
He said 'I was young once I’ll give you one more chance
I can’t stand in the way of a budding new romance'
Our classmates asked but we wouldn't tell
What the headmaster had to say
After school we stopped beside the wishing well
We passed along the way
We kissed each other then kissed our penny
Then watched the penny fall
The kisses we've shared over the years have been so many
We have no regrets at all.
16th May 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
A leaf fell from the Maple tree;
Another from the Birch--
A dozen more unhooked themselves
From off their lofty perch.
Some fell to heaps upon the ground;
Others scattered on the breeze--
A few still clung tenaciously
To the nearly barren trees.
And I took the winter as a thief
Since it pillaged every tree--
Recalling just how green and full
The branches used to be.
But then I felt a drop, or two
Reminding me again--
That winter is no place for leaves,
But rather snow, and rain!
~M
Blountville, Tenn - Police Report
A woman from Blountville’s East High
Accused of what she did deny
She said “search me- you can
Here, I’ll give you a hand”
The policeman said “Go on comply”
She quickly stepped out of her skirt
Next to come off was her shirt
Her bra then came unhooked
As the officers looked
Ever and always alert
She thought what disrobing would do
Distract them till they thought it true
If they saw no lost money
They would have to say “Honey
I guess that the thief wasn’t you”
She said “See I told you it’s true
An apology from you is due”
But the cops didn’t waiver
One said “Do us a favor
And kindly remove your left shoe”
And there in her shoe lay the bill
The fifty she took from the till
They said now get dressed
We were not that impressed
And she gave them a look that could kill
So what did we learn – let me see
The policeman in east Tennessee
Were not led astray
By this woman’s display
Could I say the same had it been me?
Uncle Mike
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