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THE SHINE by John Prastitis

Empirical eye
Surveying the landscape
Taking in Oxygen
And Carbon Dioxide
A phantoms lair
Clouds both far
And persistent
Heart pumping blood
Veins
Blood Red
Arteries Pink
Poppies red glare
Fireworks in Night
Shrouded at burial

Cathedrals of
Dull light
The Shine
Never seen
An altar untrodden
The Cross rusts
In splendor

What Gold is worth having?Which God should we
Pray to?
The true path
Or pleasure?
Burnt entrails
Or paper?
Words or Refraction?

Geometry rationed
Baths full of water
A Crystal Enigma
Death of an Empire
Sleep for salvation
Beds in a
Straight Line
Elements of fire
Nurses starched uniforms
Lust then Desire
Nil by Mouth written
Keep head or
Leg higher
Laugh as you’re dying
And stare out the window

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A little bit of me.

 

It is as it is and nothing more than that,
this world that we live in is not round
it is flat.
Oh yes,
they try to tell you that we spin round in space and that something called gravity is what keeps us in place,
it’s a crock,they want to lock you in circles so that you’ll also spin round but stay in one place.
This is what’s known as an utter disgrace.

If you walk far enough you will fall off the edge of the earth,where you will then meet the baker, who bakes and gives birth to us all, in order that we might walk far and then fall back into his vast baking tray,
which I accept is a circular route but I don’t give a hoot because I am quite certain that they,
have pulled a curtain of wool over our eyes,oh how I despise them those wise men know nothing,
but I know the world is quite flat and that’s that.

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“Sunflower In the Night”

 

She is like a sunflower in the night
who just has learnt to turn to face the darkness
awaiting for the shooting star to fall
to rinse her expectancy with its glittery luminosity;
not knowing – it is never really a star
but a small piece of rare rock
or just finely powdered earthly reliance : promised dust.
Being burnt up in the black blankness
which hits the vacuity
before it ever reaches
any heart-shaped blade of a blossom: bent and yellow!

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(This poem was written for Luke Timm’s Challenge to write something approaching sense, each word to begin respectively with these letters.)

Given letters : i f d s g n f s g u p e n u f g t r w u e y r u n

“Virtual Turmoil Vertically”

Incredible
fight!
Devastating
sight
Grievance
neglected
Failure
selected
Guile
unpredicted
Password
evicted
Nothing
unbounded
Falsely
grounded
Typing
raving
words
unwaving
Electronic
yelling!!
Reluctantly
unwilling
Neutralized !

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