Run, O my stung pen,
Venom’s spreading on paper,
No more time to pan,
Run, let pen’s blues appear,
Let my blues disappear.
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Tanka |08.12.2022|
Poet’s note: The poet has a lot in mind billowing in gossamer form. He still stares at the blank paper. His pen seems to have stuck undecided. He visualizes it as if venom is fast spreading on it, and he is cajoling his pen to run fast this venom to combat, and run till the white blank space is filled with blue lines of letters of his poem.
For Bite Size Poem No. 57 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
I still see the place,
My mind visualizes it
as it was twelve years ago.
I’ve always had a bit of a linebacker mindset in spite all the poetic pretense. In another life, I suppose I would have made a living ripping the heads off of sissy quarterbacks. I’ve always fancied myself charging at a problem like an angry rhinoceros.
Alas that great career never evolved. My knees and ankles had other plans. But I always think back to the best compliment I ever received. It was a friend who told me that he always visualizes me in one of those old fashion leather football helmets. I imagine I was probably being a hard head. I guess I always have been old school even though I wear a progressive’s garb.
Sometimes just smile
and take the damn compliment
it won’t come again
Truth and Love
Truth runs
demanding facts
and reality
subject to events
bounded by happenings.
Love flows limitless,
floats in dream,
knows no reason,
rolls in whims,
careless about facts.
Truth visualizes
realizes lies.
Love is blind
ignoring facts.
03/28/19
Fifth Place
'Ribbon' Contest by Line Gauthier
Never underestimate this opponent,
While he's busy rolling up his sleeves.
Though he looks like he isn't focused,
Soon you'll be falling to your knees.
I've watched him from a vague distance,
He visualizes every single, lethal blow.
In his mind's eye he quietly meditates,
Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go.
Like a pot about to boil over,
The rage deep inside him slowly grows.
He witnessed so much through horrific scenes,
A well kept secret no outsider knows.
He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments,
Holding back the painfully silent tears.
He'll never open up, to publically display,
Haunting memories inflicted over the years.
Although his mind and views are tainted,
Because of the situations beyond his control.
The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty,
Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.
ANGER MANAGEMENT
I must clean my bare-naked window,
For my eyes have seen a nasty affair.
Surely Monica can't be that bimbo!
I wipe my eyes, can't hardly stare...
My boss thinks i'm calm, anger free.
I shuffle him through my new place.
Up here the air's so clear... but what do i see?!
I rub my eyes - once, twice. No not her face!
"What! Get off my sister!", in haste I scream.
Is that my best friend? Can it be?!
I must wake up from this nasty dream!
My eyes...my eyes...with rage...i can't see.
My boss on edge of window cliff,
He visualizes a raving lunatic.
His face freezes, he looks mighty stiff.
He thinks i'm lovestruck or mighty sick.
In the end it all turns out fine, except for
Me, for i'm back in the anger management registry.
But my best friend and sis love each other forevermore.
We all hug... i'm fine knowing they have chemistry.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Point of view, Ross, on the tv show Friends
Where is the human being’s origin?
World scholars continue to contend;
The unsolved solutions still spin;
One answer: everybody will end.
The spirit later will leave the body;
Man visualizes moving to heaven;
Religions taught different destinies;
Man’s faith in Gods is ever uneven.
Human lives under the same sun;
Breathes in the same air to survive;
Look for drink, food, and fun.
Day by day, men's minds contrive
To destroy other believers on earth:
Massacre replaces the holy words.
Visualizes of Pureness
Passion of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Forthcoming views
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Envision Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
Visualizes of Pureness
Passions of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Forthcoming views
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Envision Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
Vocabulary
Bears imagism
Foundation
Imagery
Amplifies eloquence
Apache's tear
Metaphors
Stabilize meaning
Plausibility
Allegory
Visualizes enigma
Sammi Poe
Visualizes of Pureness
Passions of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Forthcoming views
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Envision Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Become Born-again
I see you in my dreams, not as a comfort,
Not as an emancipation but as a nightmare.
Those discarded recollections rapidly retort
With dreadful visions that endlessly glare.
I wonder why dreaming you is a nightmare.
Perhaps, I do not possess enough memories
Of you, besides, the good ones are very rare.
My Subconscious visualizes myriad stories.
I shut eyes and try to break my dreamy cage.
Going in a trance, I behold you, I sense you
But opening eyes, I realize that it’s a mirage,
My nightmarish wishes evaporate like dew.
Visualizes Pureness
Passions of Grace
Celestial Love
Forever- enduring
Honorable Eternal
Events Engage
Sparkling Waltz
Delightful Treasures
Sanctify Beyond
Envision Forthcoming
Streamlines Existence
Magnificent Ecstasy
Sweet Serenity
Our Deliverer
Jesus Christ
Glorious Infinity
Eternal Existence
Come to Jesus
Be Born-again
The old guy is rugged, determined, fearless
He has fond memories of the game he still worships
He still hears the roars of the crowd
Can even now taste the fresh turf on his lips
He visualizes the impressive stadium
Feels the rough pigskin in his hands
Hears the wind howl against his helmet
Ohh...the hopes…the dreams…the plans
Ungrudgingly, he follows the young rookies
Able to relive his very first season
Recounting his first play…first score…first victory
There is nothing more left to reason
Throughout life, he perseveres
Thinking about the fame…the glory
The wins…the opulent lifestyle
His story
He most dotingly looks back
Proudly certain his watch he would not rewind
He earnestly recalls the true game
The same game that left him blind
The artists drawing an intense picture with astral aspect
We feel it and it does deeply affect and touch us.
If the artist was balanced when he or she drew it
Like the Egyptian cultures with its hieroglyphs.
It’s the third eye in fact the dormant pineal gland
That resides between the two hemispheres of the brain.
*In War of the worlds, H.G.wells’ third eye visualizes
The spaceship, space travel and the life in some planets.
Scientists act as visualizers too by theoretical research
To transform higher realities in limited physical reality.
*Gray in The Razor’s edge experiences that perception
Getting in a trance ending migraine headache forever.
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*The novel War of the Worlds by H.G.Wells
*The novel The Razor’s Edge by Somerset Maugham
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