A flag draped box on titanium stand
Bears all that remains of a noble man
A father’s pride, a mother’s grief
A widow’s tears without relief
A son whose memories begin to fade
As the soldier is solemnly laid
The torment a brief eternity
Brought by war infernally
Driven by other men’s desires
We raise yet more funeral pyres
And watch again our young men go
Though some may not return we know
How long shall we pay this bloody toll
With tokens made from our own soul
Nurse Narcolept’
Give "poetry" a go She said
She said, you won’t never look back
take a lie down on my couch She said
She said, give my poetry a go
she pulled me in deep
the agony was infernally slow
Nurse Narcolept’
and her whip
traced my outline
in a steady stream
of purrfectly pert poems
such an odd sensation
my hands and tongue tied
poetically biting the bit
there was no turning
which way or that
white square or black
right or left
what’s left of right
let alone finding
the most decent
indecent way back
from the craziness of It
the mind caressing the
anima animus id
the cool cats all watching
whisper under
their hormonal horror whiskers
run Dick Run
for those cross-dressers
voyeuristically entangled
run Jane Run
oh what fun
doesn’t walk like a duck
absolutely no quack
lethally tap dancing
gang'star across keys rat-a-tat-tat
no need for a gun
Candide Diderot. ‘24
News for Andy/Iggy Pop
Viciously, infernally incredibly hot, is its dominance
Excitedly referred to as ‘Women come from Venus”,
Naturally, Roman Goddess of beauty and love, ingenious,
Unsure of falling in love with Venus, no water I fear,
Seduced by folklore, don’t become a foolish Pioneer!
Contest Info : "planet"
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Dated 28th May 2021
Do you ever feel like a man out of time?
Like you would be more at home in the days of yore.
Or days yet to pass.
And ask yourself.
Is this really my life?
That feels like a story. Written badly. By somebody else.
And doubt the narrative. Regardless of it's artless form.
Performed on hidden strings. And brings us to listen.
To another rendition. Of the human condition.
As the world turns eternal. And the heart yearns infernally.
As I sit and pine. For simpler times.
You set me on fire
Sizzling, blazing, devouring fire
Hot licking flames
Infernally hot
Temperatures skyrocketing
Scorching flares
Shooting out of your body
Searing into mine
One more moment
And I’ll cease to exist
The heat excruciating
Flames spread across my body
A wildfire from within
Combusting again and again and again….
With nothing left to consume
The fire starts to die out
Slowly, imperceptibly
I feel some coolness
A little here and a little there
As the fire recedes
Leaving smoldering embers
In its wake
I take a deep breath
Amazed that I’m still alive
In the warmth of your nearness
I open my eyes
And look up at your face
Only to see
An eternal flame
Still burning in your eyes!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
This is for you
dichotomy star
This is for you
wherever you are
You break into pieces
You bristle the wind
This is for you
to muse and to mend
One side is shining
One side is dark
Leveled emotions
to tame and to spark
One side is passion
One side is fire
and we never know
when the other will tire
You are my blood
dichotomy star
You are my future
wherever you are
I will be listening
each time that you speak
This sounding board diffident
solace you seek
You will replenish
You will shine on
Internal in struggle
infernally won.
Standing, with feet lodged in concrete,
at the edge of a precipice-
Syphon of air fallen away underneath
to broken boulders, rocks of words gone by
Not a moment left to lose
to catch the infernally fleeting
and flittering "why"
The palms of the hands, being greased with kindness,
are slippery flaps of butterfly wings
too weak to reach out and grab the elusive -
immovable feet and the trouble they bring
A torrential avalanche breaks above head
with spiraling white and pounds of emotion
stretching on tiptoes to flee the impending
shut in the mouth with an unending quiet
Standing, with feet lodged in proverbial
silence, of simply being too stiff or too tired to move
No words to save what was once found as priceless
packed under skyscraper pieces of moon
in rock, debris, snow turned glass white
and the infernally fleeting and flittering "why"
this precipice grants us to do or to die.