Past and Future

Do you think the past made you into what you are today? And what do you hope for in your future?

1: A new poem
2: Title your poem
3: Not more than 600 words
4: No collaborations


Inviting everyone to participate.

Thank you rickE for starting the competition.

the unprecedented forbearance of presence


the dreams remained dreams

shows you a melting romantic
in hold of eyes before hands

last night, when we drove
in a windy suv, you broke out
sweedsudden
of your love
to accompanying grimly me in some other secretive mission
that was perhaps targeted against the gang you operated
and yet surprisingly …it not even took a second
for eyes
in an awaited awoken mergence all at once
my vines wound around your pedestal chest
simmering cheeks in motion slided
settled in an unsaid equilibrium
on your warmth-radiating lap

but then, dream dissolves
inconclusive as usual
leaves an opaque painball deep down the eyecores
and an uncomfortable rheumy coldness
wetting lashy concaves
as they rub hard to stare
at tearing sunny reality

the tears stick around
the whole day as a glimmery shield
in washouts of blinding dusty intrusions

brimming as hot spring hopes often

until again dreamy darkness takes over:
mostly the fears and past in repetitive patterns
mixed enigmatic with hope and hidden sunrays
to be impossibly unraveled:
the future

neither the vastly nights nor the hidden lights maketh me to sustain

it’s the very focusing eyes
in daring holds of pain and tears and winds and dusts and chills and a flashing smile facing incidence: the now




p.s: an adapted write from a current stream of thought. hope it fits in the comp.
the title was somehow inspired by milan kundera’s "The Unbearblae Lightness of Being” & its film version.

Thank you Uma and TimEros for your respective entries.

Like a boy named Sue, much of my life has been defined by my name.

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KIMMY ALAN

I’m Kimmy Alan
Korean War Legacy
Don’t mistake me for a lady
Because I’m a man
Kim Alan Solem
To be honest and precise
And be legally concise
Kimmy is for this poem
An artistic Pseudonym
And so I don’t get confused
Cause that’s who I am
Everybody calls me Kimmy Alan
Why, I’ll never understand
I don’t look like a Kimmy
More like an Alan
You can just call me
Mr. Kimmy Alan

from me they snatched what i cherished
they made me break down and cry
now it is time to watch them perish
one by one they die

though all i gave was brotherhood
they gave me a fatal reward
now even though i know it is not good
vengeance cannot be left for the lord

i have lived a live of destruction
sentenced so many to the grave
remorseless i walk into the future
for this is what they made

they turned my pen into a knife
my paradise into a hell
karma will visit me later in life
i know that fully well

for i have lived by the sword
so i can tell how i will die
i only pray the lord
will understand the reason why

The Future Is My Past

I lived in circles for eternity
in this play of faults and fury
I changed characters to suit the setting
some go get the got, others go get the getting
time has a rhyme and time has a rhythm
some people can forgive but some things can't be forgiven
my future meets my past at the point of intersection
it gathers all the moments and gathers the momentum
spinning me faster and further into stillness
where the void of voices devoid of reasons
tyranny turns into freedom ringing in my mind
the easiest thing to lose is the hardest thing to find
life loops, speeds up and rewinds
the horror of immobility silences the beauty of what's to come
the compassion withdrew into the sinews of sorrows begun
tomorrow I will borrow what I cannot repay
I bargain with my soul, for one more horrifying day

The only child in kindergarten without a dad
A different last name from the other children that her mom had
Slapped in the face by a heavy hand
Wooden stick smacked on the arm, wasn’t life grand

Forced to stay silent instead of scream at play
Sure, uncle, she is fat, what can I say
She always cleans her plate; isn’t that a good thing
There weren’t any angels holding her under their wing

Leaving the nest unprepared, she was disinherited
And she would barely escape the disease she inherited
Yet still, she remembers the words that got her there
“Your father was mental, and you are just like him” which really wasn’t fair

The nuns took a ruler to her fingers
And the boys taunted and stared; after all these years, that still lingers
So you tell me if an unforgotten past
would have led to a predictable future or happiness that would last

Because it might have saved a girl who never grew to a woman
And lost ten years of her life from ruin
When freedom from her hateful mother’s glare
Is really all that was needed for her to love herself enough to care

Let us say a prayer for the parents who abuse
So that in life, their children will not be the ones to lose
They are so fragile and left without the strength to move on
A bad childhood is no way to start a life; the memories?  They’ve never gone

snugglebuck, dustyjjewels and Primogenito as well as BoFantastic ...thank you so much for your participation.

.:Facedown in Texas:.


If this was...let’s say
1815 or 1915 or even 2015
As it is... a different time
Yet in the same place all over again
What would you do? What would you have done?
When you found out one more time that nothing changed

Case in point, “Look here, we want y’all out the pool
For you there ain’t nothing happening here”

Now tell us? Would you have shed a tear?
As impatience grows; relentlessly sprouting
Would you at your last wits end begin to have fits of shouting?
Welled up anger & fear with knees perfectly placed  
Again, getting placed into the back of the damn near naked
No, raw stupidity isn’t about to fake it...but then again
14 years old acting bold with a lot of sass
While the morality of fiends...
Places her face into the grass

Political Rights?
Pushed down, facedown
Right into the ground by a so-called officer of the law
Where early retirement is expedited as a last call
Right there, down in McKinney, Texas
People look on as the Blue Line flexes

Case in point, “Look officer, they the fool
We need you to make that clear... For their kind...
There ain’t nothing happening here...
So go on on now, give ‘em something to fear”

America, home of the brave
The paranoid, the enslaved
Some say this and every other infraction
Again, just another justified reaction
But no, it ain’t cool at all
Ominous, this continuing downfall
And this doesn’t happen only in Texas
See, these are the times absent of Malcolm X’s
A view some say needed from sea to shining sea

See, what’s seen is the indignation of
Too many “real-time” assaults
Too many years with uncorrected faults
But nonetheless still getting a lot of help
Help in receiving & giving much hell along the way
See, these are the historical facts getting repeated everyday
But in 2115...who’ll be in the “pool” to say?

Thank you for your entry Kriticool.

Thank you everyone for the entries. I will pick the winner soon. One of my judges went awol.

At last my two other judges have spoken...bless them! Congratulations to all winners. Thank you so much for being with me in this competition.