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Tribute to Maradona
TO SKY HIGH
Small structure in five feet five frame
flashed in fabulous fame.
Little Argentinian Golden Boy
Bullish, buoyant, graceful with eyes angelic,
Rustic, over confident, playing magic.
Appeared an exceptional footballer
Nonparallel on strut and swagger
with tangled disarranged hair.
Careful yet without care.
mesmerizing spectators.
Promising skill on challenge of arrogance.
Strong sturdy solid sense of balance
pivoted on self-belief.
His real relief
to sky ball high playing on loops of eyes
with magic of swift feet showing miracle.
Public was marveled on blink less glance.
Excitement, emotions to enhance, not perchance.
Sometimes tagged by adverse label
as Sport’s misguided rebel
or misdirected: Full of flaws,
violating norms and laws.
Fair-fine or foul play,
Right or wrong! Useless to say.
Legitimate or illicit! No way.
Maradona, World Celebrity
charmed populace with same intensity.
Extremely impatient cocky,
Yet He was the STOCKY
NUMBER TEN
reaching heaven.
Beyond football ground crossing cheekiness
Maradona proved his splendid sunniness.
Amazing talented player touching excellence.
Left too early the high heroic spirit.
An athletic genius touching summit.
12/01/20
First Place
'Obituary Maradona' Contest by Mohan Chutani
Poetry in Motion
Contest by Matt Caliri
Consciousness seeps,
the air moves.
Quickly reach!
Break forth from your tomb.
Visability blurred as my head swoons.
Instincts react! Frozen in place my eyes roam.
What was that?! I am not alone.
Instincts react! Quickly I'm gone.
Hidden in back. Allowing my senses to hone.
My vision now intact. I search the unknown.
Momentarily my sanity cracks. Unbelievable what I'm shown.
Spiderlings scurrying I'm taken aback. As the big One grips a door-like throne.
Where am I at? This isn't my home.
Quickly taking stock of the shell that now houses my existence.
The panic grows instead of lessens.
For now I realize I am a spider curse or blessing.
Adaptation is survival I start assessing.
Eight strong, stocky yet creepy legs.
A body and thankfully not two heads.
Two eyes in the center, three on the right, three on the left.
I open my mouth to speak and feel a fangs sharp edge.
A sinister emotion emerges from the deep.
Realizing with these I shall kill and eat.
The shock is gone as I quickly creep.
From shadows to corners I emerge and sneak.
As each one of my siblings meet with their defeat.
One by one I locate them before they retreat.
I pounce fast and sink in my teeth.
Two pops as within them I be.
Their life oozes and squirts in my cheeks.
Dropping them to the floor at my feet.
On and on I go like the Goddess Neith.
Killing each one weaving my destiny.
Right before I reach what seems like the last.
I catch sight of something but it was too fast.
Before the next breath, I was snatched up and swung. Flying into the wall where the trapdoor hung. Crash!
Quick to recover I face my assailant.
But with a size surpasses gigantic.
And at the moment not a fanatic.
Deadly glares from the mother, a dangerous combatant.
I quickly mask my aggression and pretend to be gallant.
My heavy breaths release the heat of the fight.
As I see through the cracks that it's no longer night.
The trapdoor that feeds us closed up tight.
Food is given and taken much to my delight.
Snagging mine quickly enough then hiding from sight.
Safely tucked far back in a crevice away from daylight.
I eat and I sleep well maybe not quite.
For a hunter must always be prepared for the bite.
The Mystery Code.
She is tapping on the glass with her finger nails. The sound is like pins dropping on a tiled floor. Their eyes meet through the hazy glass door, as she enters the bar, no words are exchanged.
She is small and stocky, a birth mark covers her neck, her eyes are green, her hair is bleached blonde. She wears a tight mini skirt, nylon v neck sweater and plastic black boots.
She looks tired.
The man she meets sits down in a corner seat furthest from the bar. His appearance is different from other men. He is very, very tall, with grey eyes, a beaky nose, a thin mouth, he resembles a bird in his dark suit.
Blondie opens her handbag, she she pulls out what looks like a calculator. The bird man looks agitated, he uses sign language, his hands move at great speed. Blondie responds back in sign language, and he relaxes back into his seat.
There is an air of mystery around this odd looking couple, he opens his brief case on the table, Blondie peers inside. She smiles and nods at Bird man.
He types something into the calculator machine, then stares hard at the time on the clock on the wall, as if waiting for something to take place.
Little do they know that they are being observed by an under cover agent that is stood by the bar. Blondie signs something quickly and Bird man swiftly puts the calculator machine in his brief case and snaps it shut. He tucks the brief case away by his legs.
The couple make a quick exit from the bar, all the while the secret agent is watching their every move. Later that week birdman arrives back in the bar, he sits in the same corner seat. A man in a dark suit buys a pint and joins him.
He has a beard, and is wearing tinted glasses, they both put their brief cases on the table at the same time. They look at the clock on the wall. They both begin typing inside their brief cases, syncronized in their movements, like two robots.
The secret agent contacts headquaters on his head set. He is concerned something serious is about to take place. He has been observing Birdman for several months. It is critical not to blow his cover. He is in the enemy camp, he has to follow orders.
Dear Heart. a.k.a Broken Wings
04/10/2018
Today, I see my brisk, cold breath, a shadow in front of my face, as I slowly come to terms with the fact that our summer season is leaving without a trace. The summer fruits are losing their taste and beginning to wither, no longer juicy and sweet, but only bitter.
The watermelon has lost its sweetness, I so desire.
I will have to consider the idea of completely changing my attire.
I’ll wave farewell to the warm beaches and sun-kissed skin.
I’ll soon be back to my porcelain complexion once again
So long to the hyper focus of wanting to be thin
Adieu to the crop tops and dresses breezing through the wind.
Sitting back and soaking in each warm day till our summer comes to an end.
I won’t be dancing around the sunflowers that have so gracefully bloomed time and time again.
They’ve made their presence known, stocky and green, towering over me with their heavy leaves and prickly spines
They are so divine with vibrant yellow petals that shine like the sun.
Growing in rows one by one
Bobbing and weaving through the fields, I could capture photos
and smile with each one surrounded by its rich brown centers filled with seeds
How they fill my heart with so much glee
My grandma passed two summers ago, and every sunflower is a reminder of her presence that softens my sorrow. through every flower that blooms, there's a warmth in my heart that I consume
A loving symbol through nature, my grandma’s always here
I’ll miss the flowers in bloom illuminated through the windows in my room.
The gloomy days are coming soon
The leaves will begin to fall, raining from the trees, green and tall
Our leaves will cover the ground and turn a burnt orange and brown
Tree branches will be bare like a lady without any hair.
The sandals will rest on my shelf
collecting dust till the next warm season comes through
I’ll soon find fleece sweaters for myself
Thick wool socks and long pants, too.
The sky will turn a deep, dark hue of blue
Rain will thunder down
Lightning will pierce the sky and
Summer will soon have to say goodbye.
I will send kisses to the sky till we meet again
Goodbye, Summer, my old friend.
A Effigy in crystal
abandoned
in time
fixed the twinkle
shining crysolite eye
gentleness shown
by slant of her mouth
Traveller’s stop
lingering long
whispering Softly
of Willows sad song
A balladeer
old for his time
Sagacious voice
singing in rhyme
sits in shadow
lamenting
her plight
serenading willow
A good many night
All hallows eve
bloody right gale
A stocky young man
wandering round
no thought involved
feet are guided
Invisable hand
forcing along
Ward enters our tale
The balladeer
an entranced visage
does see
sits forward of shadow
starts speaking free
“I’ll tell you the Story
of beautiful willow
here in her glory
ere’ she stands
light of the vale
until her true love
triumphant prevails
See her father
a Czar
No blessings did give
distressed and dismayed
Willow did flee
fell over the parapet
mortal injury done
abruptly appearing
a sorcerer arrived
told all around
restore her I can
If a tarrif be paid
Need a son do I
my eyes
A slave made me
As mournful a cry
keened through the night
the mothers of vale
cried out their plight
Our Noble Czar
far from calm
threw up his arm
his agreement no alms
So a deal was set
with a nod
the vote was cast
with a sob
ballots read
son of the poorest
man with dread
forward he came
the poorest of males
way down deep
deep in the vale
the wizard proceeding
with no sound
A spell made
hands flying around
Lifting poor willow
up off the ground
nuclear light did abound
the vale lit up
making all
jump in fright
the sorcerer concluded
that horrible night
to all who would hear
those far and wide
even quite near
“Touch not this girl
till love finds her here”
People of vale
in shock and dismay
screamed their protest
noone did sway
tricked them had
the magical bard”
Balladeer
his story now told
set down his harp
hands did fold
Why does he treat me like
I have got no heart to feel his shining wrongs?
You keep working, a Clive to your laptop like that old uncle rocking the chair.
Not a peep to say hello
And when you do, you feel dizzy.
I just wanted to feel your body on me
But you put me up against the fence.
Make me think my soul out
While u lay on your sticky stocky bed
You choke me and I get nothing else.
The only ease I get is from the music I hear. It feels like I’m the only jug loving here. So what now? Where do I stand? In the spring? Or dessert..
What really could you possibly be doing to me with your freaky love?
Does love set free or put in that cloudy bondage?
Don't just stare like a cat.
It isn't a plane or a soup
It's my heart here.
It bleeds like the arrows of moana.
I know it's late, yeah it is!
But I can't focus, you didn't even notice.
You go to work pretty earlier
Return scary late.
No sex back to sleep.
You know you're wrong
Going half the sleep, I can't even disturb.
Can't wake you up.
I just gaze at the ceiling smelling my fat.
Hey! How can I get a Little bit of your time?
I’m here, I'll stay a bit more
I know I’m pretty
Don't you fancy those tiny waist no more?
Don't you dare keep quite, don't even turn your back on me.
You run from me too?
You got me wanting.. I'll take you to the deepest ocean, sink you down there and kiss you back to me.
You turned cold like a stone
Look at you! I can't even see those white eyes.
I'll make it through.. With you or without.
Is she the reason?
Tell me
Just say it
I'll understand
I'll take the step walking away for best.
Well it's goodbye or not.
My heart and I, we will survive.
Placed 7th Premier Contest
sponsor : Rob Carmack
Sept. 2025
a scrawny piece of fluff
who pissed in the passage
not knowing whether you were
dog or baby boy
we rushed for a mop
your antibiotics were counted in
grains on the glass table with a needle
when you were not really very ill
just a mild runny tummy from
tasting a garden frog
then you curled between legs
below steering wheel waiting for
your treat from the mall
your growing spine stroked in
harmony with the road
you pressed your little nose to a
low window mistakenly locked
outside as you waited for
potato chips still not knowing
that you were not human
replacing empty spaces covering
cushions with smelly hair you grew
as quickly as a beanstalk
sturdy stocky soothing our aching
hearts for what was lost
paintbrushes and canvasses
with a cupboard full of clothes
was replaced with new
companionship, your love tightly
packed with territorial strength
we delightfully proud when you won
the ‘Pitbull Pedigree of the Year’
but you were prouder when your
Jill birthed six beautiful pups
your primordial blood oozing fulfillment
now your muscular agility
St. Michael loyal almond eyes
powerful jaws and outgoing
personality gives us mint
marjoram parsley abundance
in doggy humour and gratitude for
an experience of merging with tenacity
we taste your commanding ______love
in our herb smoothies ~
Repressed, sombre colours
weep a blurry sadness.
Melancholic, metallic hues
bite a frustrated, untouched lip -
silently surrendering
crimson, golden spheres of promise…
They dissolve, shrinking to watery flakes,
melting to a near oblivion.
Lyrics pin hopes on a pointless map,
touching tender triggers
like hidden, yet potent handguns.
They fire at will, tearing happy slices,
dumping pieces like fly tipping
at abandoned roadsides.
A darkness cloaks a raw nakedness,
reclaiming unwanted goods -
left to rot, depreciate, decay.
Your car mocks in superfluous glimpses,
a fading memory of physicality:
each visual spot pings
like unruly snooker balls
bouncing mindlessly
in a green baize haze.
You are an unpotable black fly
that hangs frustratingly near erasure.
An occasional dark-haired shadow
pricks an interest –
a sickening silhouette
that makes me gag,
choke down globs of feeling
like unchewed mozzarella,
it sinews, rotates playfully,
suppressing breath,
with a Devil’s self-satisfied grin,
rubbing out my pencil markings.
Deep sea dreams
take me to you:
to depths far wider –
than your tattered, single-sided soul.
You exist only here:
in an unreal, dimming realm,
where cruel, captive eyes hide,
blanketing honesty,
burying it in a hellish underworld
beneath stocky pillars of deceit.
I swim by your faded embers,
where you suffocate the kindling flecks,
shadowing in gravestone grey,
snuffling out light, and choosing to
drown in monotonous misery.
In contrast, I sing a mosaic painted lullaby,
dazzling with cacophonous colours:
blindingly real, kicking my mermaid fin –
my scales of beauty speak a frank ditty.
I ascend upwards,
touching truth,
breaking the lying surface.
With a very shrieking gasp, she drops to her knees.
“This cannot be true, no, please, please!”
“I'm afraid that it is, and there’s nothing we can do.
So I turned into this angle, to watch over you.”
Emma climbed to her feet,
her heart now skipping beat.
“I know just what I'll do,
revenge from me for you.”
“Emma Lee are you mad?
You cannot kill your dad!”
“But my dear, your disapproval is not enough
to keep me standing though.”
“With this journey if you go,
I cannot watch over you.”
“Then to you my love, I say goodbye
until the day I die.”
The angle paused and held his breath,
blew her a kiss, and then he left.
Soaring high and far away,
hours before the light of day.
Now in this meadow Emma is in
so far away from the king.
A king of evil, king of hate,
the king that took her one soul mate.
She headed out west
through forest not used to guests.
Guided by her once pure soul,
now as dark as a forest troll.
As she stumbles across an old wood cabin
and on the door she starts her tapping.
“Listen up I'm Emma Lee,
open up, please feed and shelter me.”
The broke down cabin door is open
and she sees that most the house is broken.
All but a short, dark, stocky fellow
in the doorway, greeting “...hello?”
He took her in, gave her food and dress
while he tried to clean up his awful mess.
He let her tell her tragic story,
then his face lit up with glory.
“Your man is angle, of purest light
to aid in revenge would end your life.
But I am warlock, a different breed.
I can help you out, if those pearls are for me?”
Emma sat up and looked at the man
“You want my pearls? Why yes, yes you can!”
She took off the necklace and tossed them to him
as she sat busy in thought, contemplating sin.
I am lying on the bed with abscess in my
rear
and wrapped in white clouds of fear.
The nurse was flashing an animated smile
but I am sombre like I am on a trial.
I see her as an angel of death in her gown
I fear in the 'red devil' I will drown.
Having chemotherapy, radiation and then
tamoxifen,
I want to ask God, 'what is my sin?'
Outside, the sun is shining
but inside, I am whining.
The leafy trees are dancing in the breeze,
and me going, 'Help me Oh! God, please'.
Clusters of hair falling on my hands,
deep in the gorge my confidence lands.
My breast, my hair, my jolly banter,
robbed by the invisible thief called cancer.
I wonder what is this thing called cancer,
cutting, slicing into human flesh like a
butcher.
Debilitating, decimating, injecting
exhaustion,
deadly effect has this treatment potion.
In the mirror I see a bald, fat-chested
woman,
my stocky body makes me look like an
ancient Roman.
How have I changed unbelievably from a
gorgeous damsel,
my long locks and lovely looks made
many a man mental.
That was yesterday when cancer gave me
the scars,
today I believe that only when its dark, you
see the stars.
No more am I afraid of the dreaded 'c'
I am standing tall and erect like a tree.
I have now resolved that I will continue
fighting,
each and every cell in my body is rioting,
Death stares me in the face, but in vain,
because I am dying to live again, live
again.
Today my vision is clear and I am looking
ahead,
I am not the type to give up and stay in
bed.
I have defeated cancer and know that
anyone can,
Even 'cancer' itself contains the word
'can'.