Poetry Challenge – Week of May 11th

Mocking Bird Down

The challenge this week is to use the words, sunset, silver and beauty in a poem. Each member obviously will have their own interpretation. Here she blows:

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He smiled. He was the beast,
and she the beauty. The silver
lining that ushered in
a new hope. But,
his heart lacked the
bravery. Sunset came,
sunrise followed, and still;
she did not know his name.
And she never would.
Because he never could,
quite offer anything more
thank a whimper,
and a longing
for belonging.

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Weekly Challenge May4 – Duets – “Hell’s Hand Satchels”

Written by Mockingbird Down and Americana Injustica

“Why do we sit at this table, my Friend?
in the back of the bar behind the pirate’s curtain,
I believe that we somehow have each been,
on separate paths to the same trouble, again;
these kinds of places mean only one thing,
the scars on our faces are rather telling,
now let’s drink and divulge in our comradery,
but, why is it that your hands are trembling?”

“Don’t sip so fast, my dear. My hands only
tremble because of the quieted rage I have grabbing
at my chest. Can you see them, love?
The demons of the bastards and the whores as they
laugh and squeal in time to each others bleating?
I have brought us here, for clear and precise reasons,
and your scars will only serve you well by the time
the reckoning has begun. It is a very beautiful night.”

“Aye – you’re right; what a perfected, star-filled sky,
epochs in time, they still shine – a shrine to you and I,
a luminary mapping of the vengeance in your eyes,
a twinkling mirror image of the bastards that must die;
Now sit back and let your chains down, my friend,
indulge in the strength of our unity, once again,
we both know how it goes: it’s us against them,
in an infinite war for the Hell that we find comfort in.”

“You speak truth. I have grown weary of these chains
and the weight they add to my steps. My shoulders have
become accustomed to carrying burden of injustice; Hell’s
hand satchels; filled with the names of the hunted horsemen
who failed to do what we must do. But – I share this load with you;
my kin both in the infected shadows, and in the guileful light.
Intoxication it is, my friend, both of the mind and of the body.
Tonight we watch the stars unfold, and light the way for morning.”

The Mirror Sestet Challenge: “Cat’s Tongue”

Cat’s Tongue

Thunderous were the nights that left our minds blind,
blind were the eyes – the voices of the Gods: thunderous,
Gone are the days in which we wore genuine smiles,
smiles that layered us with the dust of good days, long gone,
Time has been cruel and rough as a dried-out cat’s tongue,
tongue the inside of my many painful snapshots in time.

Behind shadows and darkness, the light will still shine,
shine down upon the carcasses of ourselves we’ve left behind,
Beneath the ocean’s swaying swells that lull the deepest divide,
divide the difference – multiply, delete what remains beneath,
Blind to the cohesive fabric connecting us along an invisible line,
line up the pawns and the rooks and the knights, the royalty is blind.

Let Go.

Mocking Bird Down

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Remembering you, is like placing my lips
on a heavy bottomed whiskey glass, filled
with tiny sharp shards of a broken mirror
and tilting it into my mouth. Slicing my tongue,
the same tongue that licked the blood from your lips
when you fell into my glass desk.
Tearing at my throat, with a familiar burn,
that comes only from crying so hard that the
salted grief becomes more acidic with
each clear recollection of
just how
fucked up
you
are.
The mirror catches the light, like you did,
but it makes me keel over; internal bleeding
and a searing pain, also familiar. Your calling card.
You found me when I was just a young girl,
and you added an unforgettable misery
to my world.
Your creation was my slow deterioration.
Your masterpiece was the physical
damage that would grab at me with it’s clammy hands
still, fifteen years later.

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Final Infinity.

Poem Inspired by Above Image, Contributed by a Fellow Beast for This Challenge.

Poem Inspired by Above Image, Contributed by a Fellow Beast for This Challenge.

Finality
Death Song
Ending, Undertaking, Closing
Departure, Darkening, Rebirth, Anew
Replenishing, Reviving, Awakening
Endless Possibility
Infinite

Underestimate

Mocking Bird Down

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Put your words away,
The sharp edged sword that
you insist on wielding
unashamedly and
with a grace and elegance,
plated with hostility;
a rage, that you sweat from
every pore.
Your skill at skinning
the defenseless has not gone unnoticed,
and if it is praise you want,
I will kneel at your feet,
and look up at you with the
adoration that you deserve.
I will. I promise.
But you have to put down the sword.
You have to tame your words.
And when I bury my own
knife deep into your gut,
you can kneel in front of me,
and your eyes can meet mine
and you can ask my why.
I will tell you, I promise.
I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.
All of that walking on
glass,
for
nothing.

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Beasts of Articulation

Pride of Lions

Unlike anything you have ever known,

Unlike anything ever shown,

The Beasts of Articulation are here,

Now the commanders of the throne.

Hear us roar,

Watch us soar,

We are here to stay,

Cause we are knocking at your door.

Collaborative or singular efforts,

With striking words and,

Titillating verse,

In a state of amazement,

Prepare to be immersed.

Where this venture will take us,

None of us can know,

We hope you come along for the journey,

And stay for the show.

Image courtesy of http://www.jmeshel.com