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On a dark, gloopy, Anti-Matter Planet (AMP)
Oscillating in an alternate universe,
A Judicial Provost (JP) from the Department for Artistic Development (DAD)
Described one aspiring laureate as a “pontificating twiddler”.
Another poet he described as a “pretext for a prig”.
The Judicial Provost praised Wordless, Shakenwords and Jon Wood Knot.
He lambasted free verse and decried Wallace Whitwoman and Esmerald Tonne.
He spewed upon contemporary verse,
In all its manifest forms.
Justice
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
*Content Warning*
Intimate partner violence and abuse
I know that there will never be justice.
What would justice even be?
He will never have to live in this world after being dismantled as a human being. After being chipped away at piece by piece until he doesn’t even recognize himself.
There's A Shady Grove Where The Morning Sun Gives Birth, 'Neath The Boughs Of A Sycamore Tree Where It Teases Mother Earth,
Where The Dew Drops Glisten On To The Grassy Verge And The Ants In Frantic Cycle,
As To Their Lives Purposeful Worth,
"Old Shep " Walks By As To Survey His Dominion, This Empire Soon To Awaken To His Heirs Timely Arrival,
His Majestic Prescence In This Perfect Morning Glory, Wary Of Unwelcome Foe's And Un witting Rivals,
Should I recall those blissful times
When we like climbing flowers entwined;
Our blossoms scented evenings air
As Love and Lust forsook our cares.
Your laugh was soft and gentle,
A butterflies wings in spring,
Dancing on the sunbeams
Enough to make me sing.
Eyes so bright they sparkled
Diamonds on moonlit snow;
Flashing hither and thither
To make my pulse race so.
We held each other gentle
Yet tight so not to break,
Though deep, our love could never last,
Different paths our lives would take.
Daffodils...those early spring gossips which come to tattle on summer every
year, are my favorite flower.
Don't get me wrong, crocus, tulips and others have been known to gossip and
tattle as well.
Every spring I listen as the flowers tell their tales, the birds vocalize their
wisdom, while the sun brings forth precious rays to offer encouragement to all.
It seems as though every season has its gossips who find it necessary to tattle
on the season ahead, also on one another.
There are scores of holes in the soles of her shoes
She’s mainly paid daily by men she peruses
Cold streets, warm heart, no phone and no home
Lows and highs, she cheats and lies, and feels alone
Born with a spoon in her mouth, not silver
Tent by the river - she lives there and shivers
Ashamed to be raised with no mates nor praise
Awake every night and cat naps in the days
She could not stop questioning why I loved her.
How could I choose her? She used her scars as weapons,
cutting the offering into ribbons of doubt and hesitation,
never able to accept my assurances with her cutlass drawn.
The darkness breaks, the dawn arrives
the blackened night confounded.
The spirit voice, which speaks within
consoles and is resounded!
Gently now, it calls to you
comforts and surrounds you.
The guilt you feel is swept away.
Release the past behind you!
Your memory the battleground
no longer seeks to find a cure
accepting natures calling!
Out of the darkness, he pulled me
with all his strength and grace.
He swept me up and carried me
through the fire.
He tore down my walls and
Used the stones for our foundation.
His hand kisses my cheek
And wipes away the tears
He tends to my wounds
And holds me as I heal
Forged in fire
Our bond is unbreakable
Blessed am I,
For I know love in its purest form
I bent over
to pluck
the full-faced
dandelion,
its sun-burst bloom
beaming,
its pointed leaves
praying
as its tangled roots
clentched the earth for mercy
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