Contest: Wilderness of Want
Sponsor: Ink Empress
Prompt: What is a ripple
without its rhythm?
Written: 092326, 6PMCT
I like sunrises, sunsets, and starring
at the moon. And I also like observing
The rain if it's not a monsoon.
At first, I see just drips of raindrops
Falling gently on my tin roof top.
Initially, the drops are like quiet sounds.
But what is a ripple without its rhythm?
Nature's music cannot be held in prison.
Later, there were surround sounds all around.
Soon after, they increased their intensity.
Suddenly, the sky's the limit of my expectancy.
It is now pouring torrents of rain, and I am
Beginning to worry if it will leave me with pain.
To my disdain, the rain speaks to the wind,
Asking for a dance on my roof made of tin.
The wind complies, and they begin to dance.
Through my water drenched window pane,
I watch them dance, but I keep my distance.
The shower falls; the world turns; they dance.
I pray their dancing doesn't kick up a storm.
It continues to rain as I go to bed and fall
Asleep, and the rain ceases by early morn.
By Poet.... "Haven hide me safe and sound. Far away from this cruel world. Give me peace of mind and body."
The story of my haven,
as I ran from the huge raven.
Was I living in a cave-in?
Life's pictures have been hung with a cloth pin.
The huge raven represents life,
the cave-in represents midlife.
Where did life go?
Time had no flow,
no more glow.
All the time I was low,
I just wanted to live and to grow.
Hiding in my safe haven covered with snow,
I now watch TV and a new game show.
Are always looking back
With a smile or a frown
That begs to be found out
She plays her part
Like a witness on the stand
You can see her at the bus stop
When you turn she’ll fix her hair
The women on your window-screen
Are only dressed for show
Father, please
Watch over me
When I sleep
At night
Because I have
A hard time falling
Asleep
Every single night
I used to go to bed
Late every night
Also, I wasn't getting enough
Sleep, my father
Also, I was waking up tired
Every single morning
I also felt like going back
To bed and sleeping in
During the morning
But father I never did that
Because I would not sleep
During the night
So I stay up during the day
Yawning also non stop
That was awful
That was happening to me
I must tell you, father
That I was also having a hard time
Staying awake during the day
I must change my bed scheduled
And go to sleep earlier every
Single night
So I can get a proper night's sleep
Every single night
I believe that will work well
For me my father
Also, I am not lying to you
My father
I am telling you also the truth
Father tomorrow will be anotherday
The day that I will welcome
Into my life
Also, I will wake up early
So that I can start my day early
a worm peeks out
from underground
perceives
rain-soaked grass
(thinks), ‘Come out?’
~ I’m not an asp
Embers dance, beneath my breath,
Where the heart is crowned.
Time becomes a flame…
Let old be cast down.
A body formed of dust, with fiery brightness thrilled,
And sanctified by Grace’s cooling breath instilled –
No element or creature could have that body killed;
After the fall of Adam, it became
A dark vessel made of coal, with moisture filled.
Coal must become a diamond, holy flame…
It shall resurrect as soul’s own state may claim:
Transfigured, with a new blessed name,
Or in continuously deepening and endless shame.
What is worthless is destroyed by fire
And is scattered by the wind;
Freeing the trapped most pure light,
Forcing diamond's facets shinned.
When silence is the radiance of soul,
And every earthly voice at last is dumb –
The time will roll up like a scroll
And the Eternity will come.
Watch me fall apart,
Watch me burn to ashes.
I’m haunted by your name,
Twenty years, it feels the same.
Left me for a man a drunk strong,
I’ve hurt since you’ve been gone.
A broken man with a broken heart,
I’d turn back time, back to the start.
Jealousy runs through my veins,
I’d kill him to save you from the pain.
You, a wildflower with a troubled mind,
Shadows you could never leave behind.
I wanted to be the one to hold you tight,
You chose the man lost in the night.
A broken man with a broken heart,
I’d turn back time, back to the start.
Jealousy runs through my veins,
I’d kill him to save you from the pain.
Please watch me sleep,
Don't remind me of my bruises and how long they'll stay.
Take the portion of my blood,
just allow me visit and enjoy this world of peace.
I promise I'm yours,
to whip and scare.
Spare me this moment,
please watch me sleep.
We'll wrestle.
We'll sing dark songs and I'll pay no heed to consequences.
Try to remind me next time,
please watch me sleep.
The kitchen clock upon the
wall,
Is keeping watch over the
hall.
It counts the seconds as they
pass,
Like tiny grains of hourglass,
And speaks in ticks both high
and tall.
I do not watch the news on TV
most of it is bad
I will back up this statement
All of it used to be bad
I don’t know how good it is now
Because I do not watch it
vandals, rapists, murders, car wrecks
that is what I remember about it
Nothing about super heroes or dancing cats
I'm alone.
The sea calls to me,
diamond spears
striking stone terraces,
an ominous clash
like thundering war drums.
The air hums with electricity,
my hair bristling
inside the storm.
The ground beneath melts away,
rocks tumbling into the sea below.
Skidding, sliding,
I lock eyes with
the ocean spray,
its roar thick with contempt
and the hunger to devour all.
Why does the neighbour have to own a damn dog?
I know a lady named Louise,
She has just given notice that herself
she will please,
So, you had better watch out for Louise,
Because you she will no longer appease.
No more asking permission for Louise,
No more will she be someone for you,
to abuse,
No more will she be there, just to amuse,
And if by chance you should criticize,
She is now more than able to cut you down
size.
Watch out for Louise,
You could be in for a big surprise,
She is even a different size,
And if you are truly wise,
You will come to realize,
That she is really quite a prize,
This lady Louise.
Note: I wrote this poem sometime in the seventies about a real lady.
I think I have chosen the right form for this poem. I can imagine interaction with audience on this and picking a different member of audience to point finger at whenever the word YOU!! is emphasized. I think most will have known a lady or a man like Louise at some point in life.
McMean the sparkly witch from the Gulf of Queen
was the ruler of kindred day and Halloween
She was not often spotted, truly rarely seen
Quintessentially gorgeous, this queen McMean
If you did see her, you were creative in some way
a painter, a poet, a dancer, and you did okay
If you spotted McMean she would make your day
Her beauty was legend all the sight-see-ers say
She was a chic witch, sophisticated with class too
Often accompanied by a unicorn with a pink boo
Mystical and magical, her spells would certainly do
She could turn you into a toad, and a toad into you
From what they have done
From what they have said
It is clear that they are dead
Cruel and mean
Depraved unclean
From the world of BEASTS unseen
Stay far away
Just watch and pray
The Halloween reaper is the craziest yet
He is the devil’s sidekick, a treasured pet
If he comes to collect you, you have been bad
He came for my uncle, and my step granddad.
What did they do? I wanted to know.
The reaper turned to glare, his eyes were aglow.
I screamed and ran off, terrified of him for sure.
Whatever they did, must have been evil, pure.
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