A missed alarm
- A hurried departure
From home to bus to bus
- To craft fair!
All handmade, all ingenious.
And reused items appeal to this sustainability-freak.
"There's not much for your kind here"
But just as I say it we spy a stall
And the goth finds Cthulu,
A skull,
An eye,
A snake with which to adorn himself
Amidst the usual background of 'Oh, he looks like Russell brand'

His cousin was riding.
Riding the plastic spastic twirl-around bull.
"Another turn? Go on, your dad didn't see you!"
She shakes her head, almost shy
But is lifted and hoisted on once more,
Smiling and giggling and kicking away.
The operator has success,
Short-lived;
She jumps right off and back to her father,
Uncles and cousins all grin.

- To cafe!
Entrance a ramp,
The outside already proclaims the spaces brilliance
Narrow hall with piano stating 'closed'
Walls adorned with old newspapers
Light fixtures are bottles
Door handle a coffee grinder
Tables old school desks,
Mismatched chairs and couches and plates;
This sustainability freak is in heaven.
The Goth smiles
"I knew you'd like it"
And even the menu provides
My dietary restrictions no obstacle.
I have a smoothie.
It's amazing.

"Judging from your case I would say you play heavy metal"
I giggle; Incorrect.
"Are you going to play for us?"
The waitress asks
We look at each other; are we?
And after our meal we do;
The radio is turned off in response.
Young children play on my violin
Their parents more concerned than I
"Be careful! It's delicate!"
We serenade the coffee and the tables and the birdie on the wall
We serenade customers and workers and the owner as well
We serenade to perfect
We serenade to give back to this space so beautiful
We serenade half in hope of being asked to perform
Of being paid to perform.
The owner enjoys; the possibility is open.
The workers enjoy; "you made today worth it"
The customers enjoy,
One chucks coins to our guitar case
A suggestion of busking
We drain our complimentary drinks and tip the coins
Wander onwards, sated, and glowing.

- To old acquaintances
Who tell scandalous tales
Of the Goth's little brother
"Tell your folks I look after him...
He's hilarious when he's wasted"
The goth queries
"And when I'm wasted?"
"Oh it makes no difference; you're hilarious sober too!"
It's truth.
No one could argue except the Goth himself;
"I'm glad you have a terrible sense of humour"

- To Opshop, closed.
And then the car,
Family bubbling around us
Excited voices clamour with stories
With news
We arrive in a field of green,
Children swinging on a tyre
An old meeting house is dwarfed
Beside the new, uncompleted
A chair in the sky
Seats white fingers
Coated from work;
Yet his is the best view.
"Uncle... Aunty... Cousin.."
Names drift into the air
I won't catch them.
"This is only a small portion of my family;
You should see the group photo!"

An older man teases
"Get your hair cut!
Oi, why haven't you told your son to cut his hair?!"
And his father expertly replies
"He can do what he likes with his hair"
His mother
"Why haven't you died yours then? It's all grey!"
Smiles spread wide at their cheek.

A bell tolls
Signals the slow meandering;
No urgency
We sit, grass beneath us
Sky above
Trees and field all around.
These three buildings so connected.
The prayer starts,
In foreign tongue
Yet not foreign
- It is the language this land first heard
Aside from sea and bird and sun
An occasional group "ah" in response
Teenagers mock; "aye"
Babies fuss,
Children wriggle
Even adults chatter to one another
Come and go as they please
Informal.
I am wrapped in his love.
And all of their love.
Lying in his arms
With sun warming me,
Love warming me,
I send it back.

And then chairs are moved
The tables to be laid
Inside this time
"Come here, you don't want to do the chores, do you?"
A crafty cousin teaches evasion maneuvers
We kick a ball,
The goth looks almost joyful
The usual "Me, sports? Eww"
Forgotten, or put aside.
Shoes back on now
"Your feet could do with some sunlight"
The cousin protests.

We eat with our hands;
For me there are oranges
And chicken salad
I put ethics aside
To sate hunger.

We swing.
The children are playing elsewhere
We claim the rope as ours.
An upside down ladder?
A missing rung?
There's more air than step.
Together we swing.

"Who do you belong to then?"
Caught off guard
"I belong to myself"
The goth smiles at my assertion
"How'd you get here, who brought you?"
I gesture with my foot
"You're so rude! You didn't even introduce me to your girlfriend! I'm his Aunty, that makes me his, and your Aunty too now."
He clasps my hand
"That's how easy it is in my family"

We serenade once more.
Nervousness closes throat
How to express oneself?
I feel small and shrunken
Push myself to claim space
- I do belong here
The love swells around me
Tall poppy syndrome must be beaten into me;
I'm trying to convince myself
I'm not being overbearing
- They want to hear us.
And they're impressed
"Oh what a beautiful voice"
"They do sound wonderful together"
All laugh as Grandma joins in
"That's Nan trying to out do them"

With Promises to jam next time,
We take the scenic exit,
Past those who have past
Past the past itself
Graves decorated with All Blacks flags,
With decks of cards,
With guitars.
Love. Even here,
Love and celebration.

- To friends
Reiki, a goodbye card, packing and kittens, markets and dinner
- The candles glow was soft,
Too soft for menus.
"I wonder why those baskets are all locked up...
Ha! Basket cases!"
We draw a piece to make Dali proud
And jest of eating candle wax
Bellies hunger.
But foods arrival prevents such oddity.
Eating pizza with knives and forks?
I decline, fingers once more.
Restaurant etiquette is not my style
Mine is puffy to their flat
- The perks of being gluten free?
And we leave them to their dessert.
With much sorrow.
"Thank you for enriching my experience here"
No, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

"Goodbye!"
I greet
"Have a wonderful life!"
A different good bye.
And we cry as we hug,
No tears, just noise.
To cheer ourselves.
"Waahhhhh"
We giggle and depart.

Surrounded by darkness
Traffic roars overhead
Rocking support beams
They creak
Pigeons shuffle now and then
A dim light is irresistible death
Beyond the trees ripples fold and swell
And I am here with him.
Our own little patch of night time
Folding and swelling around us.
"Now you're the one keeping us awake"
I cannot argue.
This moments magic is worth tomorrow's tiredness.

One more friend to visit.
She saved us a piece!
Oh dietary constraints!
Cheesecake, for me?
And delish!
Hazelnutty and chocolate!
Nutella like.
We ***** about sudden illness
About food restrictions
About fad diets
Apparently the 20's is when the **** goes down.
Our bodies are complaining now.
Maybe we'll figure out what they're trying to say,
- Eventually.
Speak English, **** you!

- To the tent!
And blessed sleep.
It's technically tomorrow now.
Well, it's today.
"Thank you for touching my feet that time"
I curl up in his arms,
And all the world is golden
This illness raises its angry lil head
And his caring melts me
Thank you thank you thank you thank you.

Thank you for this beautiful most perfect day.
Thank you.

High above and brave;
Taunting the waters below.
With this bridge we have conquered
Open spaces
And Time opens its wings
To let us pass without aging.
Who ages on the bridge?
No one.
Children are arrested in a state
Of wondrous apprehension.
The old forget gravity's pull
On their brittle bones.
It is a marvelous thing that connects
Our world to
Middle Earth and Rivendell; the great
Castle of Gormenghast, Narnia and
The fathomless depths of Cthulu; the
Temples of the Oracles; the lost rock
Walls of the Necropolis; the emerald
Towers of Oz; the Memorial to Krypton
In the Fortress of Solitude; the waters of
Lethe; the expanse of Midgard and the
Rainbow Bridge; Mount Olympus;
Daedelus' Labyrinth; the Inferno, the
Purgatorio and the Paridisio; the dark
Forest's of Pan; and the broad field's of
Chiron.
And the galaxy of stars, of worlds destroyed
And created by your Will, that shapeshifter
Of Prima Materia that stretches out in
The limitless space that is your mind.
This ancient construction of arched
Rock, mankind's greatest achievement
That draws the curious, the adventurous
Without verdict or punishment, and gives
Them the ability to walk on air, defeating
The current of death that rushes
Obliviously below.

It’s not much, I mean, but
uh, nothing, sorry, man I got butterfingers
slippery as my tongue, here
did you drop something, are you sure?
cause my thump-thumping heart dropped
so hard to the floor when it knew you were near
that it bounced right back up
right where it goes, then straight out my crown chakra,
only to dissipate and erupt
into Truth
the literal and the metaphorical
allegorical nebulas that resonate in full high-definition colour the way
all Nine symphonies played simultaneously
would look
sedimentary, like a cheesecake

when I first saw you, something
shifted in my horoscope with the same scope and scale
of a modern Greek myth – Prometheus rising, fire
in the eyes of one woman, that’s all
all Aphrodite could gather up—fix it to the mainstay, Odysseus
let’s get to it, in siren seas, eating weeds to survive
if there’s nothing left when Cthulu
comes alive, I hope at least
I’ll get to talk to you at a party
like, once, where we’ll mix some more
mythologies

Once Inana birthed the world, and Spider Woman showed her how
I could show you how Saraswati
makes music, and old Bacchus stays on his feet
Care to play my Isis? If that makes me Osiris
then drown me, chop me up. Throw my body
to Mr. Lucifer; the Morrigan will come to inspect your ****
and finding it satisfactory
will whisk you away somewhere better

How’s that last part sound to you, eh?

there’s not much left to waste in the techno age
of “nothing in moderation,” with all our
degradation,
defamation,
discrimination,
and mild inflammation caused by
nonspecific anxiety medications
in our nation of constant false elation,
so
my point is time
the one thing we got left to waste
is time, and I’m a dedicated pacifist, but
I wouldn’t mind killing
some of that, with you

Let’s blow this pop stand
and go hunting.

I didn't eat for three days
so I could be lovely
like Yolandi Visser who's above me
if I don't eat meat
will there be extra room on my seat?
for adventures- oh
I wanna live like louis
cause you're so aw
and I'm so ew
should be the other way around
but I'm bowin on the ground
you a she-ra
he-ra
no ska
hip-hop double dutch
south paw
fighting like a gang from the hood
grew up on the rough streets
of GV
oh Jeez
so tough
smoke ****
post a pic of my blunt
love to hunt
'cause I'm so cool
be jealous of me
and my shirt that say skee
****** with the fuckbois
guys,
I think I need to grow up
haha
jk
messin with the sub
tellin my mom to shut up
I smell like shtub
ugh
I'm so oppressed right now
white privelage is hard
I'm a smart teen
marred
as an ignorant delinquent
teeth clinquant-
I can be eloquent
but I'm treated like an infant
so frequent
I act like a miscreant
nobody seems to understand
I don't even think I do
get that lotion 'way from me
gotta get tanned-
uh
dya see my abbs
dya see me ***
I'm a piece of meat
rare and raw
with seasoning
dress code
don't tell me otherwise
underneath american skies
it's all about your size
supersize the food
downsize your weight
keep it down
keep it low
till gravity
brings you crashing down
in a geneva gown
close-rubbin-
gap thighs
'cause it's
mcm
wcw
tbt
to when I did fbf
anacronyms
I don't even know how to spell it
what a ****
bathroom wall vandalism
"fat *****"
haha
so gangsta
so tough
I have it so rough
middle class white kid
you've got to be kidding me
praise cthulu
giant squid.
meme
2k15
ah

This pumice really rubs me the wrong way.
Matadors moisturize with oil of ole.  
Heidegger has moves like Jagger.
Any critic - Jaeger; Typhoid Mary - plaguer.

Who's the top chef that goes derpa derp derp?
Wyatt Earp.
I'll drain the swamp like Dagobah's.
A Clovis Person.  Legolas.

The ******'s best on chicken breast.
Pin that on your Pinterest.  To show all the dispossesed.
Witness Godwin's Law at work:
******, you're a ****.

Pick up the phone and call Cthulu.
Get hung up on by Shaka Zulu.
Chalupa mis huevos, says the chihuahua.
Hey Tarzan. Ungawa.

Jesus walked across Titicaca.
Crane thinks the Bridge is over.
Biddy bah bah.

Thursday April 9


the future is comingwriting.com prompt

the future is upon us
as we live
in a SF world

the question remains
will the future be bright
and filled with hope
will we overcome climate change
and repair the broken dying world

will humanity take to the stars
leaving behind our planet
as we colonize the solar system
and invent faster than light
interplanetary travel

will the future be a dark Orwellian nightmare
will fascism take over the world
starting in the United States
as democracy dies not in the dark
but in the bright light of day

as the public embraces
fascisms applauding
the end of our freedoms
in the vain hopes
that will save us all

will the evil AI
take over the world
unleashing endless robot wars
screaming death to all humans?

the old song says
que sera seara
the future is not
for us to see

but I hope and pray
that in these dark dangerous times
we can overcome

and end up with the vision
of hope transforming the world
and not end up
with the dark Orwellian future
that I fear is our fate

Unless of course
the AI robots
**** us first




poetry super highway

classical music prompt   Beethoven fifth opening


the fate of the world
looms ahead of us
and we have a choice
to make

all of us
must decide

will we follow
the fate
of ancient Rome

surrendering our freedoms
and becoming an autocratic empire
ruled by emperors

will we become
like Germany
letting the madness
of fascism overwhelm us

will there be a final solution
to the problems
poised by the coming
transformation of America

as white America
becomes brown America

will muslims be rounded up
and killed
as ethnic cleansing
in the name of Christian freedom
sweeps across the land

will the evil AI robot
overlords
launch robot wars
to extermine mankind

will we choose
to confront
the pending climate change

rebooting our society
and economy
with a green new deal
putting people first

will the 1 percent
even let us try

or our we doomed
to end our lives
in a dystopian nightmare

I listen to the music
of Beethoven
and find comfort
as he confronts
the fate of the world

proving that human spirit
will overcome
in the end
filled with love

and I am saved
and my optimism returns




the sound of  temple bell brings me peace writing.com prompt

the sound of a temple bell
ringing in the crisp mountain air
in the buddhist temple
deep in the mountains

brings me peace
and joy
and fills me with happiness
as I contemplate
the meaning of buddha

and seek to find
peace
in the everyday life
around me

and I ring the bell
again
wishing hoping
for an end

to our suffering
on this planet
of ours


creative talents prompt one  the old man in the lake sees God

An lonely retired old man sits
in a simple boat
In the middle of a lake
in the middle of a storm

a sudden onset of rain
blasts of brilliant lightning
and roaring thunder
the boat is overwhelmed

the old man debates
whether to give it up
head for shore
too late to resume fishing

By a brilliant flash of lightening
he sees in the sky
the snarling angry face of God
filling the sky with his visage

In a loud thunder clap
He hears
the snarling angry
voice of God

Old man in the lake
I have a message for you
it is time for you
to go home

prepare to meet your maker
the end times are coming
Armageddon is about to be unleashed
the final battle between good and evil
your mission is to warn
the world before it is too late
repent and you will be saved
otherwise you will die

suddenly the storm stops
the sky clears up
the spring time nice day
returns filling the air with hope

the old man in the boat in the lake
decides there was nothing
more to do
other than resume fishing


creative talents White Flower spring Time Haiku


now in the springtime
white flowers blooming in the park
corona death waits

creative talents balloons of hope

A young woman
walks in a park
on a sunny spring day

she has with her 25 red balloons
each one contains
the name of those
that recently died

in the corona virus pandemic
she is releasing the balloons
hoping they would rise
to heaven
with a request for God

to hear her prayers
End this pandemic
End the death
and destruction

release us from the corona pandemic
the woman releases the balloons
and slowly walks
back to her house
to prepare
to attend yet another funeral

creative talents Cthulu lurks in the evil cabin in the words

Deep in the bayous
of Louisiana
sits an abandoned cabin
in the swamps

the cabin is inhabited
by an ancient evil creature
newly risen from the depths
of hell

He has taken over the house
deep in the impenetrable swap
he prepares to unleash
an evil upon the world

calling upon the dark demons
of hell to emerge
into the light
and lead an army
of the undead zombies

to take over the world
and make old ancient one
Cthulhu the undisputed
king of the world

evil overwhelms the cabin
in the woods
and the smell of evil
seeps out into the surrounding bayous

the end times are near
the old demon in the cabin
summons the dead
the zombie armies arise

they begin to march
out of the swamps
unleashing hell
on the sleeping world
the best day of my life


the best day of my life
was when the woman
of my dreams
became my wife

for eight years
she haunted my dreams
then one day
she walked out of my dreams
and entered my life that day

three days later
while walking in the woods
I proposed to her
and she said yes

two months later
we were married

It has been 45 years
since I first met her
in my dreams

and 38 years
since she walked
off that bus
into my life
becoming my wife

I met my fate
that date

Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide

Eclipse pictorial scripts  form the Letter C

narrate your soul to me

these prophets

Analyze      

artists

Through the
  Intelliegent  interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave.

sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red

Time travel in my head

  As your  emulating  my lead base  look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know?

You lost your ritual rights

   I can prove who's the nicest tonight

scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious

The cold wind warms my darkness

you can't claim to be an archer

if your not above all TARGETS

star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift

they take the risk

to "ATTEMPT" to defeat  my spirit

remix it 


 feed it  to their young 

 these words got you sprung

second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running,


man but you got to try something!

See that's the mind *******'re lost

YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST.

Sharpen the dullest  rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes  discovered.

The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual

  IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to  it!

It all makes sense to me now.
Every circle I've been through.
Every loophole in my behavior identified.

But how to break this vicious cirkel of self neglect,
self medication and lack of self respect?

I burn incense, candles
and lay out tarot cards.
'
No answers, no clarity, not a slight hint from the universe.

Desperation sets in as I tumble deeper down the rabbit hole.
I'm looking for answers
but that is like looking for a glimpse to see what's under Alice her skirt.
Absolutely pointless.

I go round and round and round like I'm groveling in my own ***** and self pity.

And today I woke up.
And today I got the answer.



ALL HAIL CTHULU!

I Wish for Peace During this time of crisis


I wish for peace and happiness
during this time of despair
pandemic fears all around us
death stalking us daily

I wish for health
amid the carnage
all around me

I wish for leadership
from our President
from our governors
and our congress

and most importantly
I wish that I will survive
with my love at my side
experiencing love
in the time of corona


Poem Writer Digest prompt 


Life as a evil Mastermind criminal

I am living the life
I am Slick Mc ****
the one and only
the master criminal

I live in Oakland
and I run drugs, prostitutes
guns and illegal software

I am part Irish, German, Black, Asian and Cherokee
I am a real bad ***
I am stone cold killer
and a wild man in bed

and I am the King Pin
the meanest MF in the world
and everyone is afraid of me

the politicians need me
they get free hookers
free ***** and free blow
in all my clubs

and I have secrets
secrets to sell
to the media
to the spy agencies

they all protect me
as I am the ultimate source
of the dirt
that everyone wants to hide

yes I am Slick Mc ****
the king of them all
and no one can take me down


 
Born bad to the bone heartbreaker


the song bad to the bone
fills my ears
like a mad anthem
of my life

I am a heartbreaker
broke a thousand hearts
before I am through
I will break a thousand more

but only one woman
has ever had the power
to break my heart

and to her
I dedicate my life
and promise not
to break her heart



poetry superhighway prompt

 
old man in the mirror must die  all poetry old age contest not posted
 
Ten million stories in the Naked City

there are a million stories
every day in the naked city

millions of people
stripped naked
to the bone

starting down the dead
the dead staring back
in this time
of pandemic

the dead stare out at us
mocking us
as they leave the earth
naked as when they arrived

all poetry contest to write a Naked Poem
 
call of Cthulu  HP lovecraft contest not posted here

 
Having a dog saved my life

when I was a young lad
a dog bit me
and I became terrified of dogs
and to some sense still am

but then many years ago
i had a dog
a husky dog
raised as a pupy

the dog though was half wolf
hated people watching him eat
I gave the dog to my sister
as she seemed to be able
to tame his savage heart

later my wife
had a beagle
and he saved my life
when I was recovering
from a broken heal

Jason was my constant companion
during those dark days
when I was afraid
that I would die
from the staph infection

the dog was smart
compassionate
and seemed to understand me
as I talked to him all day long

and afterwards I no longer
was afraid of dogs
as they were now
my friends

all poetry contest - to write a poem about overcoming fears