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Judy Ponceby Oct 2010
I was a chaparone at the All Hallow's Eve dance.
Listening to the band play Halloween faves,
and watching the eyeballs floating in the punch.

The background decor, seems made for Doomsday.
Grungy, haunted house theme, hellish ghouls,
Gargoyles gone mad, witch's brew, and bats all aflutter.

Here and there between the goth and the empath,
a psychopath roams, silently stalking his prey,
amongst the frightening selection of costumed kids.

The mental resilience to survive such horrors,
depends on your grasp of reality.  Realizing the lights,
the music, the garish dress, meerly decor for this night's festivities.

And yet, underlying this ghoulish fun, a sense,
a sense of doom, and *******, by something
otherly, stalking its prey, seeking that single moment.

To bring to light in the dim, ghostly haze,
a wickedness yet unknown to those attending.
That ever vile teacher, bent on making those around her suffer.

We have all seen her, stride the halls purposely,
Giant mole on her chin, Ruler in Hand.
Striking fear in the strongest of souls.
That authoritarian of witches, Ms. Nasher the Head Basher!

**Run for your LIVESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!
For Can you Spare a word or 5?
Psychopath.  Chaperone.  Resilience.  Doomsday.  *******.
Obadiah Grey Apr 2010
yea,,bleed me a goat
that's slit by the throat
then pray to Buddha
Vishnu or Zeus;
or some otherly god
and obstreperous sod
but for fucksake,
make them obtuse,
go **** a nation,
ethnic annihilation,
make room for more
******* to breed;
in the name of Jehovah,
make wankers move over
they're the wrong
****** colour n creed,
strap a bomb to ya *****
allahu akbar the calls
seven seven,,,,,,,nine eleven,,,,,,,,,,man falls.
Otherly One Mar 2015
Well, Hello there, Hello Poetry

Yes

Perhaps a place such as this
Where lost souls come to share
Will help me feel some comfort, sweetness, some bliss
Instead of the constant confusion, dislike, and scare

or No

Perhaps another anonymous group of dots on another screen
With people signifying, expressing, bemoaning, loving, longing
Will help me see once and for all
That this really is just no place for me, for belonging

Maybe

Alone is where I almost always am, by choice
Within me, I know things that almost no one else wants to know
Just like you do, except that you have found your voice
(And for the record, almost is one of the worst words I ever heard, and it shows)

There are 10,000 poems in me. But there is nothing new under the sun and I can just visit here and see my own pain written by strangers and it helps me feel less alone and I thank you
I don't need to be saved except from my thoughts.  Hard work is hard work and while I live here (if one can call this living) too weak to do much but survive I will read about those with the courage to pour out your souls
Geno Cattouse Oct 2012
Places where I go to conjure still mystifies me because when
engulfed in smoke and whirling mist, time slows and stops then moves again.

Some small strand of self slithers out and looks about then returns with small inspiration
Some morsel or crumb.

An otherly finger pokes in.
It plants a seed then stealthily recedes

The road lurches slowly then smoothly , tilting this  way then that way.
Questing, cohesion. A bolus of inspiration.
With sticky tendrils gently unfurled

This thing makes made odd.
My wife looks at me as if,as if, as if.
Always been a bit odd.

Oblique. after all.
Weird. Round peg in a square hole.
**** it.




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Robert C Howard Aug 2013
LOVE is:
   a dopamine trip
      Paris in the spring
         a really low tennis score.

LOVE is:
   ******
      platonic
         gin and tonic.
            
LOVE may be:
   requited
      unrequited
         or a little of both.

LOVE is:
   a baby's smile
      a ruined Huggie
         graduation day.

LOVE can be:
   brotherly
      otherly
         smotherly.

LOVE is:
   the real deal
      a raw deal
         sweet and sorrow.

Whatever LOVE is(n't),
   without it - no us!

*August, 2010
neth jones Mar 2022
gods out of the night                                            
out of the nights unnavigable light
luding rosy from the underworld
                 broaching
how you push through my faces
           the posings
  hooking behind the dense furs
     poaching out the peppish reasoning   
            dissolving its obstructive code

you rap me faint between the eyes
     every failure drapes away
           in chronicle and uttered hurt
     all so familiar                                            
            ­        seeming foreignly a warm tutting family
         all volatile material is subdued

       i am voidable soldier                        
          but you hold me in keep
            you are truthfully inclusive
     i feel beloved in animal and otherly
          pandered into the pattern
      all beyond belonging
                      and yet traceable with my many uses

a healing visit and now to business                        
footage provided to make a mood-less operation
i'm kept swaddled throughout my information sift
silt is taken and exchange given                            
                                 for a heady ****** charge

   i've been amazed in the dreams
                                     you provided
       suspended in a solving liquor of theatre
i hope my report was a good one
i woke well rested                          
        with a light feeling of reassignment
Tyler Jericho Jan 2013
As they talk of ******* teachers and eating ****
I contemplate where I might cut myself
if the righteous will and chance arose
Seconds of pain and otherly horror
were all that really stood between the absence and I

But words like that do little more that stain this page
and make actual the tainted thought
that is now setting in to my lead tongue
as frost is set on grass
**** that
Written 11-??-2012
The second stanza was added 11-19-2012
'Melia Oct 2019
The fair was this week
and to be frank I'm a wreck.

The idea of being merry
spins sickeningly in my head.

My throat tight from choking down
the blurry memories whirring about.
I'm worrying about looking merry.
Just go-round those thoughts you'll be fine.
"It just takes time".

But here's the thing;
when you go in a circle,
no matter how high, low, or fast,
you'll pass by that same spot;
the present quickly matching the past.

You're stuck in that same rotation
until someone else decides it's done.
Glued in an orbit otherly orchestrated,
the blind faith of all in the hands of one.

Spinning, turning
stomach churching,
Why can't I undo what's been done?
Why couldn't I be your only one?
Where am I when others are having fun?
Is this all for not or not for none?
I wish I could run.

But up here,
elevated inches closer to the sun,
I'm stuck
in an otherly orchestrated orbit.

To be fair,
I was ultimately let down,
me and my orchestrator once again on
fair ground.
Yet I fear
I'm still spinning, turning
thoughts and stomach churning
and, to be frank,
I'm still wrecked.
Eriko Jul 2017
a storyteller, the odd girl*
who rested her head in the cold sand
smiled a weary, weary smile
What is it, she asked
how about a tale, one of the gods
and a gallant hero
She smiled, teeth showing
as the water covered her face
How about one of the sea, she replied
A tale of the sea?
Yes, and how it connects all the continents
With the sea, I can go anywhere
And I'll give you a hero,
Not so particularly gallant
Yet wisdom of Sun
the Sun?
Yes, silly, the tale is the Sun and Light
And how they existed side by side
As two halves meant to be
Yet their cousin, Life
Grew dark and heavy in envy
And became the sea
To drown their love
Yet Sun, in all his glory
Felt pity chip in his fiery rays
And with an explosion of power
Brought the inferno from within
Of Life's deepest throne
And brought forth liquid fire
To spew across that of Life's watery bodice
Oh, how Life was infuriated
And howled with rage
Yet soon...soon Earth began to mold
And soothe Life's churning ways
Earth was beauty of green
And she spoke most eloquently
So that Life began to lap to her shores
And call to her in tune and lore
Yet with an ach to her heart,
A flaw to Sun's sight which cannot be seen
The Wind swept Earth away in howling love
Grieving, Life took the beings
Dwelling in his dreams
And placed the creatures on
Lady Earth's lovely, lovely shores
As gifts to her, so that Lady Earth
Could love instead the expanse
Which Life, the sea, became to be
Wind so then battered the sea
And swept him high in his throne
So by mischance parts of Life
Cascaded unto Earth's kingdoms
Earth, weary of such cruel tricks
And taken aback by Life's otherly touch
Shuddered so that her shoulders
Began to tremble in a terrible fit,
And Life, the sea, soothed her shores
And sang her crashing melodies
So the fright would leave her body...
And to this day, the world remain as is,
Life, the sea, sparring with running Wind
The Wind bold and dashing
Running untethered in great leaps
The relentless affair, the Triangle of Time
An existence of infinite grief,
And streaks of bubbling joy,
Under the heavenly eye of Sun and Light
them why are you here, on the shore
laying down on the eve of Life and Earth
Well, you see, the girl said
The Sun and Light are ancient and wise
And created all that is,
Yet as I lie here in the sand
I sometimes, quite silently,
Feel the aching yearn Life, the sea,
Reach for Earth
and if there is no Earth?
Then the loneliness of Life
Will consume him and turn
Him into ice, as seen
By Great Uncle and Aunt
North and South,
Where Earth does not dwell
can you hear Life, the sea
Yes, and how mournful
Does the music flow
An ancient tune of why
Loneliness fell to the bottom
Of the heart
Tom Alan Quest Mar 2018
Oh, I've been thinking
Mostly about this, about us.
Fate brought me here.
Chaos brought me here.

They are one of the same.
So as we are the same of both.
The mates of soul.
Through time
And its sheer
I see:
Chaos brought me here.

Through mental planes
Stuck in bliss disorderly
As the cookies inside
A grocery bag
Airborne and otherly
Like an odd reverse oracle,
I backsee through all the fear:
Chaos brought me here.

Ought not to be afraid now.
I used to be lost.
Amongst the Maelström I stood.
Not now. Not myself most.
Now's the time to not know how
To disappear-
And with my tear-hunting smile,
Bewitched by the longest lost peer
I see
What is only shown to the luckiest
Seer, I see:
Chaos brought me here.
Yet it's no longer within me.
Written when meeting someone new cured my depression. We're still together.
the black rose Mar 2020
your role is not one of mastery,
its motherly.
you serve as portal
of a world so otherly.
you are guardian
and guidance,
confidant,
enlightened.
a protector by all means,
an example
and all seen.
influencer of cycles repeated,
dear god,
please take responsibility
you are in need
and you are needed.
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
How could a boy know of old legends--the myths, Otherly stories?
The superstitions of Yores, Exodus epic, them days biblical.
The rites of passages, our folks passed down,
Inheritance of Life lessons, the treasure so profound
Oh Heaven--how to even stand at it's foot...
What can Love know of this boy, but his heart so fragile a toy
Blindly his eyes pretending to see
Thoughtlessness killing the Bees
Paradise is slowly lost,
Our Harbor's Pearl...oh mother Earth...
All What Nots.
If this boy, I say
This boy, if he may
Knowing it's always been
A love story...
To be continued...

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