Beginning at the very end,
My life takes a sudden bend.
Tells me it has a secret box,hidden somewhere inside my socks.
To find it i need faith,
and all the hope i have on bate.
I gather whats left of hope.
and tie it with a thick round rope.
making sure of all the lose ends,
nothing on doubt depends.
The thick layer of dust lifts up its head.
to show me positivity sleeping on the bed.
I wake it up and ask his help,
To help me secure my futures belt.
Its looks at me with sleepy eyes,
and asks me why i let all the hope die?
"Now hope will need all the food,
And lock negetivity in the atic to brood.
Only then can I help you make whats left,
And shine the future bright, full of zest."
I coax and cajol postivity with words,
which tickles up the drooping thirst.
Thirst to live life to its fullest
and look at the glass at its fullest
And hope and pray and dance with chardonnay,
Cheering life ahead all the way!
Refference to the "Glass half full theory."
A smile kisses my lips
as the darkness disappears
another endless night has faded
hours lost with lack of sleep
I tremble with anticipation
as my heart burns with inspiration
of so many others that have come before me
my skin humming with the beautiful notion
of their passion and devotion
my blood set ablaze
something is awakening within me
so far inside I had feared it was almost forgotten
but the dawn of each new day keeps trying to explain
all the many reasons I am here in the now
if you were to catch me right here, right now
there is nothing I would hide
I would bare all that lay inside
if you were to pay attention
this moment holds perfection
with its entirety of the unique
perched atop my hidden corner of my world
seeing nothing but knowing all
praying with the aching desire
to only keep getting higher and higher
to climb with worn hands
the rocky mountainside
to dance with bare feet
in the frisky river waters
with my days of sobbing on the bathroom floor
far enough behind me only to see a faint outline
tracing with my fingertips of aftershock
the bits of ridicule and criticism popping up
just as quickly fading to black
and instead of being riddled with tiny little holes
stealing the place
making a statement
taking a stand
I notice all that has made and kept me strong
for so very long kept in the background
my heartbeats pounds with the bass boom boom
all of a sudden the syncopation hits the room
the terror comes in waves so strong
shivers send endless currents up my spine
as if for one split second
not one atom around me is the same
almost dreamlike comes the realization
that I have always been
painting, writing, sculpting, singing, building
my very own reality........
Wickering destruction thundering from the summit
First a death rain then deafening sound.
Rumble and boom.
Cordite flowers bloom and twinkle in
The srarless night.
Whistle me home my friend though my face unseen.
Lock and load my friend .
Then whistle me swiftly home.
Mother stands in the doorway worlds apart. She ponders the sudden chill.
FIRE. Pull the lanyard wire and whistle me home.away.
Soaring. Sireen.screaming thunder
True and deadly.
Ground zero stands the hero.
Drop the sight
Gunny,crank her down.
Lock and load Gunny
Fire and whistle me home.
You remind me of my dog
His innocent, hungry, slightly sad eyes
And his sudden bursts of energy.
The Willow blocks the passage
To the mountain side,
Where Burton Halton and
Eleven other children died.
It was late September 1884,
When a sudden, violent snow
In from the northern mountains
And the Nalin Pass did blow.
The wind was a lonesome howl
That swept the craggy stone,
And left a kiss of somber cold
That scarred the brittle bone.
The school had let the children
Out at a quarter past -
They had a little touch of sun,
But the sunshine did not last.
They did not know the gale was coming,
They could not see beyond their own,
That sometimes it takes but a moment
To change the life of heart and home.
The storm staggered o're hill and valley
Blocking out the suns warm rays.
The sky a shadowed, bitter dark
With intermittent shades of grays.
They had never seen such angry cold
Reach in so quickly and take hold,
With brutal force and cruel breath
Bury Autumn in sixteen feet of death.
The snow fell wet and heavy,
The wind a piercing squall,
So bent and fiercely hostile,
Til they could barely see at all.
Perhaps the hail, perhaps the thunder
Frightened them and forced their hand,
To escape the cold and bitter vile
Haunt that blanketed their land.
Still, why they scattered as they did,
Why they ran and why they hid,
Remains a mystery to this day,
And shall ever more remain that way.
Copyright © 2009 Richard D. Remler
A Little Dark Humour for You!
Angels Don't Have Wonky Eyes!
Going through those gates of pearl,
Sudden vision ,
Supported by nylon strings,
This nefarious fellow,
Shocked to end his days in heaven!
Spun round while greeted,
By angel discreet,
Realised revenge was truly sweet,
Ex-wife was angel he did meet!
Angel turned to him and smiled,
No longer meek,
No longer mild,
Really feeling rather wild!
Fallen came to fetch him
Gonna take you straight to hell,
Had to create a little story,
Dedicated to his lost glory!
With a knowing wink and a glint in her,
She grabbed his arm,
We gotta fly,
He made her dance when she was alive,
The karma effect,
She had revived!
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Last night I dreamt,
that I was in the house of my chilhood.
It was stormy outside, like a hurricane.
I was looking everywhere for you- I think it was the apocalypse.
Then I recieved something in the mail, a package
and it was from you.
There was a ring inside the box.
The ring was also a walkie talkie, and you had one too.
As soon as I saw what was in the box, I looked up and you were there.
You began showing me how to use it, then
all of a sudden,
there were people everywhere
in all the rooms
all around us.
It became difficult to stay close to you, so we used our talkie rings.
I found you and the storm got worse.
Everyone around was shouting and you kissed me.
It was a really good kiss
and you didn't stop.
Then, I woke up, and I think for a split second I thought you were in bed next to me.
Today the clouds are grey
but there is no storm.
As I Wrote My First Examination's Answers,
My Hands Shook From The Sudden Drop In Temperature.
I Wondered Wearing Daredevil Half Sleeves,
My Stunts Took Too Much From My Performance.
As I Wrote My Answers To All The Questions,
My Mind Was Then Persuaded Away From The Cold.
I Wondered Whether It Was Some Other Deeds,
My Brain Had Been Fooled By Exam Conscience.
As I Wrote The Second-Last Of My Answers,
It Was Time-Over For The Exam & All Others Started Filing Out.
I Wondered Gazing Down At My Wrist Watch's Hands,
Whether They Would Give Me Some Extra Time By Medical Case.
As I Looked Up And Sought Few Extra Minutes,
The Kind Invigilator - My H.O.D. Said It Was Fine & Agreed.
Then She Told Me To Follow Her A Few Rooms,
Into The Dimmer Exam Control Room I Followed Her All The Way.
I Was Immediately Asked By The H.O.D. to take any seat,
I Looked Around To Notice A Chair Less Dirty & Decided To Be Seated.
Then I wrote and I Just Wrote Till My Answer Was Over.
And Ultimately Came Out Of The Mechanical Block Smiling Triumphantly.
Not saying more, you should read the poem above itself than reading the explanation of what it is about.
My HP Poem #13
© Atul Kaushal
There is honesty in blue.
That sudden hue of the sky above you -
Clear and radiant with light -
Then it can grow dark with a foreboding hue -
Filling moments with fear and sadness -
Blue is analogous to life's entire journey -
It is not as rigid as red -
Or as harsh as yellow -
Certainly not as fickle as green.
Blue is the color that resonates deepest
the pull of g r a v i t y
to contain more strength
it isn't personal
just more urgent
...it seems to have a job to do
(which is to pull me down)
i can't say that i'm fighting it.
that was a lie.
i am thrashing
with all my force.
i am crying my cells
right out of my goddamn eyes
i am trembling and twitching
muscles exhausted and tense
my matter is interacting
in an unstable manner
my particles could separate and collide
at colossal speeds
at any moment
connections are made
brain to arm to paper
words cook like chemistry
stewing and melding over time
and suddenly are done
f l o w
m o v e
do not need
r u m i n a t i o n
why the sudden emotion
sense of loss?
that stream uncontrollably?
everything feels wrong
and he is g o n e.