Sparks explode on piercing skies, to drown upon a basement of grass.
An uzi and more cannons so keenly edged glimmer bright--
soon, real soon the red of blood will run dry.
City folks' imprints fade to dust where
oppression sets sail on a once quiet land,
time gnawing urgent prayers to mumbled speech;
an end to goodness that's divinely human.
Then, a simple wish, a dream. A reality?
A wish for harmony marked long ago
still unmet , unfulfilled while bodies pile
on layered sheets fresh and damp.
So how do we know the why from which
of this endless conflict?
But pain comes and goes hat in hand,
sometimes,
victims beg for sudden death right on hallowed mud.
Sometimes, anguish hits so desperately hard , forgetting to skip a beat ,
as more sparks blare, rat-tat- tat--
until God only knows what when forgiveness of all wounds should heal ...
Under siege, on wishes never granted,
do men persist on fighting the evil this violence wields?
I had a rival whose name was 'Susie'
The streetwalker I'd nicknamed 'the floozie'
Through the night she would strut
Wiggling her pudgy butt
If only I'd been holding an Uzi!
One night Susie and I had quite a spat
She called me a brat. I chided, "You're fat!"
But when she pulled my hair
I felt my temper flare
Bellowed at her, "Susie, you're not all that!"'
She said I was such an annoying prig
I tore off her cheesy Barbie Doll wig
Her horse teeth were gnashing
as she lay there, thrashing
Squealing much louder than a suckling pig.
Told her I knew her buxom boobs were fake
She shrieked like a witch, burning at the stake
I turned to walk away
That's when I heard her say
"You'd better be afraid of me, Cupcake!"
I stopped and glared into her startled face
Susie cringed as I stepped into her space
I smiled with hands on hips
Laughed at her trembling lips
Then calmly whispered, "Name the time and place."
March 6, 2022
Tall Tales 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Jeff Kyser
"Where are you now?"
Where were you when l needed perspective from the perception of imperfections?
Where were you when l fell of the ledge trying to be like Lil Uzi Vert pushed to egde cause all my friends were gone?
Where were you on that silent night not on Yuletide , on that full moon when the lights went off and all they did was howl on my doorstep , alone and afraid?
Where were you when l shouted for help ....my voice echoing in pain , in chains like Oliver Queen incarsarated for the mistake of justice?
Where were you when they turned their backs on me and left me with stab wounds , when vultures ripped my skin with sharp beaks and into tiny eesty beesty pieces l was ripped to dust?
Where were you when the chapter of our souls curved a highway to our eyes for the realisation of betrayal?
Saved by grace. Camphorated by grit and self love. Never gave up on the true soulmate of my life, myself! Divine energy renewed. On caffeine , alert and ready .... strength renewed like Samson . Glowing and blooming like David Beckham.
Here you are, now that l am back on my feet again. Where are you now?
ticks on my back
saying knock knock knock
no joke
wood ticks no doubt
deep woods varmints
burrowing in
biting me with gusto
heads buried beneath my skin
making me crazy
go get my Uzi,
my shotgun, my scalpel, my pen
I have a poem idea and it is a win.
Jacuzzi Woozy
told Suzy Floozy
a real Doozy
Now there's
a little Uzi
Standing on a cliff, overlooking the ocean
Waves roll in, lapping up against the boardwalk
Toward the horizon gulls soar, occasionally
Swoop down to scoop up a small fish...
The rhythm of the ocean's pulse
Beating, oblivious of me scanning
the far horizon, off in the distance
Thousands of miles yet from land...
A farm where my son tills the fields
Uzi across his shoulder, protecting me
here in America, providing me a last refuge --
Israel, where Jews walk proud and free
Do bears torture animals? No.
Do wolves tear you apart before they kill you? No.
It is man who tears the wings off butterflies.
It is child who shoots cats with a Beretta?
Do alligators eat you alive? Maybe.
But do they torment you first and let you see
The other body parts they keep in their refrigerator first?
Do pumas eat your arms first?
No. They eat your head; putting you out of your misery fast.
Do elephants, rhinos, zebras, lions or tigers use an Uzi?
Do stingray, crocodiles, cobras or wolves use AK-47’s?
Do any of these dangerous animals mow down children in grade schools?
Do any of these dangerous animals ruin the Ozone layer so everyone will die faster?
Who is the dangerous animal?
Who is the cruelest?
It is a quandary is it not?
"Gutter Hearts"
He’s got a gutter Heart
bleeds words that birth
diamonds sharp on his tongue
They hit her like
bullets from an Uzi gun
Silent, her heart implodes like molten marshmallow
She’s standing in the cafeteria
moving grease with a smile
that cuts his goat’s cheese like sharp steele
He licks his fingers
his tongue stings, he's still burning in Chile
while his mind calculates her
Unknown to him
She moves white white to black calculated,
his cufflinks are mounted with Pearls
She spells him
a long sentence
dripping from her eyes onto
an empty plate of dreams
He writes what comes to his mind
on a paper napkin, a story
smudged with tears and cigarette ash
the words slip out slippery
antiquated, smashed.
“What would you like?”
she takes his order
“A Normal Girl,"
he passed his payment in cash
She smiles
and thinks, he’s the No Go Zone
He’s living in another world.
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Babies with empty bellies
go hungry,
every refugee day
While numerical chambers
of alphabet soup weaponry
are fully stocked
War rations
on collateral display
AK-47
50-cal RPG’s
M-16
9 millimeter Beretta,
45-Uzi
1911-380 Browning
Mac-10 semi-auto magazine
Military grade A munitions
fill the land
with walking dead bodies desiccated,
full of misery
And the starving babies,
with empty bellies bloated,
got plenty lead bullets
enough to eat
Courtesy of military charity
Another negotiated famine
is a tenuous peace
The latest victims
of a televised snuff feast
A full arsenal of destruction
is a ravenous armory
Devouring hope
of the widows and orphans,
left to beg
for a morsel of sanction bread —
Degradated war-torn relief
Courtesy of military charity
I wish life was about drinking iced tea
mixed with lemonade
instead of trying to make that pay grade
in this life full of trade
work until our hair turns grey
who has the right to say
when you retire and how to spend your funds
not to have fun like you should on any day
in disgust we look away
but as an American what do we portray
is that we get high like Scooby,
you can get shot at a school or a movie,
because we are seen equipping a digital uzi or a ak47
except in this real life there is no reset button
when you get to hell or heaven. -TA
I am a Sabra,* *A native-born Israeli
Uzi** at the ready; **Submachine gun (standard army issue)
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"*** ***"It'll be fine" - Hebrew for a Sabra's standard,
incongruously optimistic hope for the future.
Sunflower-seed shells
Spat onto battlefields.
Cigarette ash,
Matted air;
Everywhere dust,
Tanks of rust.
I am a Sabra,
Uzi at the ready;
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"
Child trapped
In warrior's helmet:
Gesturing heatedly,
Laughing anxiously,
Barbed-wire nerves
Dangling
Arms limp, weary
Draped over coffins.
I am a Sabra,
Uzi at the ready;
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"
Life goes on,
A Time-bomb ticking:
Can't cry anymore,
Never could;
Heart racing
To the next Tragedy
Bleeding my Soul.
I am a Sabra,
Uzi at the ready;
Confident, brave:
"Yi'hi'ye tov!"
My life is like a movie
well in my eyes I can truly be the ruling
I'm the doozy, Uzi shooting through the rooting
super-computing, fusing routine, never will use these
suiting every few, cleverly blue
see who? me looting every noose
I'm severing, choose to openly rue the recipe soon
why? I earned what worth my brain stirred
the curse, the pain hurts
the search for lame burns
they burst away first
in vein, I lay crazed, when I say hey
I feel they may make fate, destiny a gate
to make way for the day, decay great
face hate to be ate, ached, eight by eight shamed, by the rain saint
pourin' poorness upon the fortune
forced to force feed forty four before we orbit coarsely
im boarding, morphing for these unholy moly forces
I'm holding royal loyalty, I fully see the rhyme dulling
coldly spine showing time, breakin' like folding my soul in nine
for the care of sharing the fire for the fight
in the focus on the light when I write it right, just get excited
A nine year-old girl and an Uzi,
When combined in a singular breath,
Is a set-up for certain disaster,
Which in this case, resulted in death.
At a shooting range in Arizona,
While her parents recorded the scene,
The instructor stood next to their daughter,
A scenario they called routine.
But the weapon was too much to handle
And the bullets flew out of control.
What began as the thrill of a lifetime
Took a somber and sorrowful toll.
For the girl killed her shooting instructor
And must live with that thought evermore,
But the guilt should reside with her parents,
Whose stupidity’s hard to ignore.
Yet the blame must be shared with the venue,
Putting guns in the hands of a child
And there simply is no explanation
That could help things to be reconciled.
Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet
A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way
To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today;
And indiscreet along the street she gives her pride away
To any guy who’s passing by with cash and time to pay.
In concert halls, beyond the sprawls 'round shabby cabarets,
unjaded thoughts of Camelot imbue divine ballets.
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