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Fledgling

I’m trying to find my own voice and form, and I think it is short surreal vignettes. Instead of trying to write like someone else it is the first time that it feels like me, and it is a strange feeling like a fledgling voice cracking under hormonal change.

Surreal Royale

all you can eat carrion

uffet family style
carnage topped in
marachino zesty rinds
Surreal Serial Cereal

away little birdie
maggot updrifting aloft
raining down firmamental
pustules popping brains
worry mind no more
Poem by J. McCallum


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Sea King

Massive wave hills were breaking further out than I had ever seen.
I told myself and my friend that I would stay close-by shore,
And go no further, no more.

Slipping into the icy froth of the rip express lane,
Passing familiar rocky point,
I sat on my board, just gliding seaward like floating royalty in a river coronation,
Absorbing solar praise,
Robed regally in wet fur seal like suit,
Laughingly shouting back to my friend enjoying the shore-break surfing:
“Check this out!”
Forgetting to embrace shoreline wisdom.

My mistake apparent within seconds,
I am no king of the sea.
Today the familiar merry go round rip
joyfully ridden back to wave riding position
Bulged uncharacteristically and pulled me near to panic,
An unstoppable river, impossible to defy.
I was riding a water chairlift out to liquid white mountains.

In a salty blink, I whispered, “Save me!”
Doubt gushed, poured and exited out.
I saw daughter, wife, scenes of life.
I heard a royal blue voice call out: “Keep going, yes further out.”
Each shivering stroke showed feeble faith
As the sets rising green and tall drew terrifyingly near.

A precious wave approached from an unexpected angle,
Birthing hope within—to catch it would be certain escape.
It lifted me up, throwing me down, carrying me in.
I rode that surfboard like a rapid-rafting baboon,
Arriving to the shore,
Whispering appreciation to the real Sea King.
sandandseaimagebest

Poem by Jonathan McCallum
@peoplepoesia
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Trespasser

The well was cool and nourishing
and deep, but years ago
in an act of courage and
defiance, you moved the heavy
stone across the opening, allowed
the thorny branches to grow over
and around it, so that no one
could disturb your tomb, or drink
its healing waters, and you turned
your back, confident that the thorns
would do their job to keep the trespassers
out, but what you could not see in your
rage and self-hatred, was that the thorns
and brambles  shadowed you in your
exile,  shrouded you in your attempt to be
invisible, shrunk at your valiant effort
to fight them back, grew thicker and
stronger, shielding you from the world
of your creation, until that day when
the thorns pressed deep into your
flesh and you finally tasted the sting
in the back of your throat, and it was then
that you knew the only respite left was to
return to source, and there in that ancient
place, you tore back the branches and
brambles, bleeding and broken, but it was
too late to care, and you uncovered the patient
stone,  waiting for your return, and there
as you wildly plunged yourself into the waters,
as if returning to your mother’s womb,
there you realized that the thorns you fled had grown
out from the belly of your pain, and that you,
you are the trespasser, bathing in your own
well of salvation

©SpiritLed 2014


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slide through silk

By Jonathan McCallum

“snow” by Jonathan McCallum

crossing freshly fallen trail of

snow,

skis slide through silk,

snow,

falling light,

snow,

moon bright,

snow,

welcoming fireside cottage,

snow.

Poem by Jonathan McCallum @peoplepoesia Poetry Blog

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sparkling brilliance to view, describing weather feelings from the basque country

“sparkling brilliance to view” By Jonathan McCallum

Two days ago sunrise glistening dew, sparkling brilliance to view

Yesterday shine flowing sun through thick cold rain drops

Today rainbows arc and fall painting colour on our life

Beauty light and brilliance

Each fresh day like a story yet untold

Poem by Jonathan McCallum @peoplepoesia

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"With Tears" by Jonathan McCallum


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With Tears

“Tears” by Jonathan McCallum

Seventy?

Tears pool, brim and flow onto hands that grasped liquid sweet moments.

Memories frozen into brilliant waterfall within.

Towards my soul’s canyon, your light pours in, revealing precious faces, kind eyes, little hands briefly held.

Traveling through childhood’s mist, middle life forest to foggy old age to reveal a distant eternal land.

With tears. Just seventy years?

Poem by Jonathan McCallum @peoplepoesia


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Pass Me A Smile

Today it rained and then it fogged,

I couldn’t see and so I blogged.

I told a story of a time where men,

spoke of their problems and were gentlemen.

This time is gone and now I see,

that all that’s left can’t surely be.

What happened to the days in which,

doors were held open and no lies were stitched.

I have a dream and let it be said

when I rest my head and go to bed.

Life is simple and can be cruel

don’t let it drag you like a mule.

Smile and laugh and make good decisions,

and soon you will see you dreams come to fruition.

© Christina Laureano 2014


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A New Life

Hiccups and laughs,

Joy to be heard,

A crack of a smile,

a glance at a bird.

The baby is yawning,

mommy is aware

and all through the nap

noise is handled with care.

Now you’re up

and you smiling

no more fuss

no more crying.

The joy of new life

is a blessing.

 


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Poetry challenge: Song title poem.

Originally posted on dribblingpensioner:

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A poetry challenge with a difference, which i thought up myself.

A poem made up completely from song titles only.

No additional words to be added.

It doe’s not need to rhyme and can be any length.

The poem should have a theme: love, travel, places, etc.

Get those fingers and minds working.

Visit here to enter.

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