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Hunger (One Word
Challenge)
i have a hunger for life. it is searing. a hunger
for things i don't even know what they are. i'm hungry for love, for excitment, for mental stimulation.
© 1/01/2005 sqb
Time
Eternal (Hands On Challenge)*
Together
we walked, where
the sky meets the sea.
Hand in hand, always, you
and me.
Caressing my body with hands
sure
and warm; in your arms
you held me, secure and strong.
You vowed to keep me safe
always and forever. For you
I do the same, my friend and
my lover.
Though you have moved on, l
feel your warm embrace. That
light
touch of yours, soft against
my face.
Will you wait for me husband, on
that far shore. Where all things
come
together, and the lines
blur no more.
Hand in hand always, you and I.
For time eternal we will walk where
the
sea meets the sky.
© 10/20/04 sqb
I Give You-Life( Hands On Challenge)
Life
can be:
boring, challenging,
robotic, scary;
energizing, wonderful,
abusive, horrible;
titillating, sexy, teasing,
laughable.
Life
can be:
cheating, rewarding,
struggling, happy;
despicable, crime-ridden,
loving, hateful.
Life can be:
simple,
uncluttered,
joyous, free;
lazy, luxurious, sinful,
painful;
Life can be:
peaceful, quiet,
calming,
thoughtful;
shackled, tenuous,
shocking..breathe..
Step outside, its raining,
you see. Fresh and pure,
life-sustaining
and free.
Wash your hands, get rid
of the grime. You get to
start over, isn't it about time?
© 10/24/04 sqb
Woman/ Lover/ Caretaker/ Woman(
Dali Challenge)
Ageless and faceless, she stands at the ready.
She
offers herself to you, giving glimpses
of the many qualities unique to her.
Perfect recipe for life, drawn on experience.
Opening
and closing at will, the compartments
as they are needed.
Some drawers may never be opened, some just
a
little. Kindness, intelligence, laughter, resilience.
Mistakes, wisdom, anger, sadness; all there.
Make sure you look up, though, to the highest
drawer.
The one she holds with exquisite care
between her hands.
You'll notice that it is the largest, placed
over the
heart. Wide and seemingly bottomless, the drawer
of her love.
© 8/5/04 sqb
Bag of Bones ( King Challenge)*
deep in the ancient land the
village members
gather and
stand surrounding the one
they revere and find horrifying
at the same time
the light of the fire
dances
upon his deeply scarred and
wizened face making him seem
more than he really is, but they
don't know that,
and never
will
it's just before the waxing of
the full moon and time to pick the
new sacrifice and the people
like
sheep stand and stare and wait
the scarred one opens his pouch
and spills the contents into the
light
of the fire, human bones ,
worn down by time and routine,
a collective gasp is heard
by rote one of the group
screams
and falls to his knees as he realizes
the scarred one made eye contact
with him, he is the chosen one,
the
sacrifice
he will not run nor hide it is just the
order of things this sacrifice, and
his body will be cleansed
and burned
his spirit bringing luck to those still
standing
while what is left of him will be gathered
together
and only certain parts selected
and purified will be added to the scarred
one's sacred bag of bones
© 9/12/04 sqb
Needful
Things ( King Challenge)
When
all is small-town quiet, and the
days mundane, evil comes-a-calling.
Stranger comes in, opens a shop and
settles
in.
Seems like a good guy, his shop full of
trinkets, trading cards, that one of a kind
plate you've been looking
for. You know,
needful things.
If you can't find the thing you want, the
shop owner will be sure to find a way
to get
it for you. The take it away/pay later sign
is becoming very popular.
The proprietor spends his time
observing the
community when he isn't busy; getting a
feel for his customers and what they like.
But beware, the
old cliche: be careful what
you wish for.
These things you are needing seem to need you
most of all. How bad
do you want it? Willing to
sell your soul? Must have it, gotta have it; even
the little ones beg at Mother's skirt.
Like
a disease that spreads, contagious and
silent; the evil spread by greed, is in control.
The shop owner says credits
up..time to pay
your dues.
This small town grows silent once more, a dying
wasteland. Empty sidewalks, and where's
that store?
The one that had all those neat things for sale?
Never mind, there's nothing this town needs
anymore.
The proprietor whistles as he walks out of town,
a bag of squirming souls thrown over his shoulder.
Then he
laughs out loud, cackling. With fetid
breath and bloodshot eyes evil walks on down
the road.
© 9/6/04 sqb
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| Salvador Dali |
Caribbean
Corpse( Salvador Dali Challenge)*
eh!
they say dis is me, mon.
but it don't look like me, i tink.
something is wrong here.
oh! i dead!!
hehehe,
well, well. i dead.
let me see, ok, there is my head
and my dreadlocks look good.
wha!?! two parrots at my foot dem?
lawdy,
the noise through eternity!
ok, now why deh gone an put my good
hand on top my head. i see, holding up
my head
wrap..but my head, which is dead,
is too far down. but my locks looking good!
hmm, even a little outhouse there.
ahem.
the colors are excellent! everybody in deh
spirit world will see me coming and me not
scared. you know, i tink
i like being dead.
now, let me go see what all de commotion
at the gate is. eh! another one, hehe, he
don't even
know he dead yet!
© 8/20/04 sqb
Solitude
barren
fields of green
seem right somehow
as i lean into this rock
oblivious to all around
me except of course
that
rock over there
with the figure that
sticks out for all to see
that he is a showoff
unlike me who leans
into
this rock even harder
and i know i can't be seen
but blend instead with
the barren fields of green
and no
one notices me
because i am now growing
moss and lichen as i stand
so still so no one can see me...
© 8/12/04 sqb
The Cello's Demise (Dali Challenge)
They conspired in the darkness
as to how to
stop the incessant
nightly noise the man of the house
insisted on making.
At first they thought he would tire
of it in the lounge. Then he had the
audacity to bring it up into their
sanctuary, the bedroom.
At least
a violin had a certain honor
in the home; a definite character.
But this, this mournful, low keyed
wail of this,
this over-sized elephant.
It's an outrage I tell you, muttered the
table to the bed. I think we should
just
break it's neck, chimed the chair.
The bed stood silent, brooding.
Their chance came one evening when
the master
of the house had too much
brandy; left the cello upon the bed, while
he, the master roared snoring on the floor.
The
cello saw them coming but couldn't
string a scream. The chair broke the neck
while the table snapped the the stick
that
made the noise. The bed kept watch as
murder was committed on snow white sheets.
© 8/6/04 sqb
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