I need a break from all of it,
people pushing and pulling me.
I’ll fight to the death to be free,
don’t discount strategy and grit.
Is there spray for what they emit?
Something to protect discreetly?
I need a break
from all the bleakness they transmit.
Their perfume stings aggressively
it’s like wandering through debris.
Treading in all that blood and spit,
I need a break.
Sunshine beams so directly onto a discreetly broken cloud
The tree line below it beckons thee so somber so proud
The cloud replies so reverently so utterly loud
Won't you stay with me? I plea darkness is such a shroud
Discreetly
Cool
hot notes
fall wayward
from her
intentionally
a second time
favored
but still showery
doubts
rain delicately
She shakes
the puzzle
from its
sleepy nest
but gives
no help
to its faintly struggle
then she remembers
why
she's eaten
the words
discreetly.
DISINTEGRATE DISCREETLY
I am swimming, see no land;
The sea black darkened silence.
The only sound my grappling hand
In a tinted glass of violence.
No fish no coast no one is there;
Only me in icy stillness.
I look around, can only stare
In pitch black oily darkness.
A naked fish, in water still;
A helpless struggling creature.
A drowning small one, only filled
With lack of past or future
A tiny fleck in waters vast,
To disappear completely
In vortex swirling far too fast;
Disintegrate discreetly.
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N/A in contest: Premiere I - Open
Date judged: December 27, 2016
2nd place in contest: Contest Form G or GIVE me an NA
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Date judged: February 7, 2017
Pixies riding butterflies
corral a bunny rabbit.
And over the centuries,
they have gotten good at it.
Fairies weave a straw basket
that they fill with colored eggs.
Yet, they can't get the bunny
to stand on its two hind legs.
That will require the finesse
of a young elvish Queen's touch.
For, after sprouting her wings,
her powers increase that much.
She grinds some unicorn horn
with the nectar of flowers.
And gives the Easter Bunny
special magical powers.
And with a kiss of her lips,
Mister Cottontail's transformed.
And stands on two legs as soon
as the ritual's performed.
Each Easter, colored eggs are
deliberately hidden.
And reality's paused; then
discreetly overridden.
discreetly
the lies drip from the tongue &
the hidden life is behind the eyes
just far enough out of reach
that the conversational partner
cannot grasp the monster just a few feet away from them---
the talk goes on this way &
it may lead to other things,
since the night is so young &
one drink can lead to another,
s/he stands next to the bar
enveloped in the story,
letting a little more of his/her guard down
with every quick gulp---
this is how it all begins,
as we put on our best face to make that
best impression,
other do the same with only a list of
savage promises, just beneath the
sexy exterior---
the cologne, the perfume
intoxicates,
the closeness & the heat from one another
makes the room seem so much warmer than it is &
the beating of the bass
pulsating in the veins
competing with the heart inside the
soon to be victim,
and the night is so young,
s/he may even get another one before
sunrise.
Living on margin he was deceived again.
A grasshopper was perched on door
shedding green pigment.
Granary was empty and he was,
worried about the health of nation.
Glare and splendor always hurt his eyes.
In the name of prosperity, leftovers
set the dirty houses apart
from polished faces.
He was again afraid of interior –
bursting with statements of elegance,
releasing the bald answers to nettled questions.
The stench was glorified discreetly,
giving a pause to sorrow.
Who was destroying the sweetness?
SATISH VERMA