Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith
Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you.
Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.
Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.
Sitting at McDonald's at a table up from an old guy in painter attire taking his lunch break. Wolfing down his food he talked on his phone all the while .As he commented about his day and asked about whoever was on the phone .He must have been asked about his meal.Stopping to lay his sandwich down he eyed it
With disgust and before resuming its consumption said",It ain't much but maybe it will make a turd "
Waite there's more.As he struggles to navigate his belly out of the booth he audibly farted said" What did you say girl ,Timmy is in the well,laughed to himself and left.
You can't make this crap up.
Guess he was stuck in the **** stage.Perhaps I am as well.I am inexplicably drawn to a certain type of companion that in the name of rehabilitation shall remain nameless.
Intriguing subject of which I've read.
Most NDEs come back without dread
of dying, some are eager to go;
some feel they know and are saying so.
Many describe a most brilliant light,
believe it is God's love shining bright.
They're embraced unconditionally;
despair erased additionally.
While in this state, they can fly with ease.
Disease, blindness, cripples are released.
Hate dissipates in the love that's shown--
a wonderful place to call their own.
Long-passed relatives wave at the gate;
want to join with them, but they must wait.
Sometimes they are allowed to decide.
Tho tempted, most return to this side.
Most people are now forever changed--
love is foremost, they must rearrange
their lives for caring till their last breath,
distribute love found at their near death.
May 2, 2022
for Near Death Experience Poetry Contest
by Chantelle Anne Cooke
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD...
WE SIT IN REIGNS
OF ONCE GLORIOUS DAYS.
A RULE OF RIGHTEOUS RAGE,
BUT THE KING IS DEAD
LONG LIVE THE PAIN.
WITH A BLADE OF MOONS SHADES
AND DEVIL'S LIVE IN
OUR SOUL'S DEEP DARK MAZE.
WE WAITE FOR THE RETURN OF THE ONE.
THE YEARS IN THE SUN.
WANTING ALL FOR SOMEONE
THE SIGN OF THE HOLLOWED SON.
THE GOD BURNED OF FLESH
AND MONEY SPENT AS A TOKEN FOR ZION'S GRACE.
THE WRITING IS ON A DIRTY WALL.
OUR SINS RUN DEEP
THEY DISTURB THE SLEEP
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD,
TWO THOUSAND AND SOME FOLD.
AND HIS REIGNS RETURN...
TWO THOUSAND NINE HUNDRED NINETY-SIX
"This the Day"
Rider Waite 8
Queen of Swords
replacing hate
with bleeding Hearts
ripping days off
a calendar
holding
a part
the jaws
of the Lion
divining black matter
into gold
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
The name of a baby is an important decision
Easy to pronounce or a lifetime of derision ?
Let us take for example Mr and Mrs Power
Decided the name of their son in about a hour
Max Power was born and a footballer he became
Suppose he would have to be with that name
Then of course there is Mr and Mrs Banks
A son was born they gave to God their thanks
Robin Banks they named their only child
I'm sure it made his mates happy and wild
Girls are not exempt from this naming exercise
Try the name given as Lily Pond for size
I think my favourite name has certainly to be
It will make you smile some might not agree
Mr and Mrs Waite had a son the other day
Willie Waite is the name so my friends say
I can't wait to wait
As time expires so does my waite
While I waite, I meditate
I ponder life and contemplate, as I waite
da big puppee wun away twees ma ma get foe mee peese we no do that baby go bye bye hims bad bo-bo dats gweezwy dada whaauh maa maa say no doggie wiee where him go dolly dat wayee waite hunnie hunnie nooowaa mawmie wiee daddie in twee
I dont know when the world will end.
i will give it all as blood runs through my veins.
i will do all i have to do now!
no! I won't waite for tomorrow, it may never come.
if i say now,its all i've got.
If i say tomorrow it may never come.
And yesterday that is gone forever,and never to be seen
again.
i don't know when the world will end!
please dally a little, i plea!
let my container be emptied
so that i return with nothing back home.
let it be given out, all that've recieved within,
before the roll is called up yonder.
Please dally a little while
i wait for no season,
i wait for no hour,
i wait for no moment.
All i do is now!
That moment may never be born,
that day may never dawn,
all i do is now!
For i know not when the world will end.
don;t debate
don't waite
for heavenske
lets make a date
be the fall
GIVE ME A CALL
i was 3 years old, and by you i was hurt
you treated me has if i was a piece of dirt
you took me in the bathroom day after day
against my own will, after awhile it didn't matter what i would say
each new day that came, you would waite till she was gone
then you would continue where you left off, and you knew it was wrong
i was trapped by your aweful touch
how could you hurt me, how could you over me lust
i was just little, i was only three
i knew one day though i would be set free
the best day was when i got taken away
no longer i am your little prey
i hope has time goes on, God changes you
so you won't do those aweful things that you do
Fog Rides like smock from the mountain side
The world is on fire
Heated from the core and cooled by the air
Leaves dry losing their green luster
The night comes around more and stays just as long
The world is changing
Like are body's and minds electrify with lovers touch on are skin
Children will retreat into the safety of the womb
When body's of water begin to harden frozen cold from love gone wrong
River rushes to the ocean singing
'Ocen this will be my last kiss to you
till the love we lost warms it self with the thawing of time
a moment i could Waite for ever for'
she sings on
'for ever is an of ally long time"
her lover replays
The night and cold seen to last forever
even when the sun trys to peek though with warm rays
the land is coated with the thick blanket of death
old man winter brings
So were frozen in this place the flesh of are corn warm and gay
But are souls take on the greater tole of being frozen cold
It is a surprise we live so long when are veins are filled with
ice crystal blood
you have shape
that won't waite
for heavensake
your build like a rack
in the back
BACK YOUR STACK
The Maiden and The Blue Rose
There are no roses in shades of blue
But dare I say this is not true.
Maiden pure with silken skin
Awaits her Captain's home return
She waite on docks from morn till night
Her widow walk was lit with light.
She barely slept, she twisted hair,
She watched from hills for just one flare.
Her Captain's ship coming into shore
For his last trip, home evermore.
Their life together now begins
Two hearts promised, two lives entwined.
The Mariner's Ferry made the port
With frantic news to report.
Alas we couldn't do a thing..
We lost her in the turbulent wind.
The Maiden wept knees to the floor
“Oh, the Rose she cried in horror.
Her love now lost at sea to blame.
The “Blue Rose” sunken long lives her name.
I did not make home today so homsick with tears in my eyes
I know you are on the way and we live and breathe
In thy presence be I waite patiently Father can we
Gather some more before we leave
I am not that big but look at these are also of thine hand
Enlarge I pray your willing none parish in the way
Your living waters gracious wanting eyes
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