Creation Poems
Tetanus
by Ben Quinn
Corrugated, rusted metal.
Copper oxide hooks
Dig in, pulling skin, drawing long, red smiles.
Red is better than false in any sense.
These tetanoid chains will not loosen their grip!
It’s no use fighting
The chains seem to be the only metal
That remains un-eroded.
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98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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84. Life Untouched
by Kea Campbell
Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.
Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.
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Cross-Stitch
by Ben Quinn
A needle pulling thread; “pull it over itself,” “See the ‘X’?”
Pierce the perforated white
Pull it through, form the-
A wonky ‘W’ shape manifests in the firelight.
But I’ll get it someday, when I find the patience to.
A simple stick-figure becomes a pixel-art drop of dew
Becomes a vibrant landscape.
A world of thread and crosses.
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Before The Beginning Began
by Christen Kuikoua
Before the dawn of time’s first breath,
Before the light of morning’s crest,
There was a Presence, pure and grand,
Who shaped the stars with His own hand.
He did not begin where beginnings unfold,
Nor fit within the bounds of old,
For He, the Prime Mover, the Uncaused Cause,
Initiated all with divine laws.
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Tetanus
by Ben Quinn
Corrugated, rusted metal.
Copper oxide hooks
Dig in, pulling skin, drawing long, red smiles.
Red is better than false in any sense.
These tetanoid chains will not loosen their grip!
It’s no use fighting
The chains seem to be the only metal
That remains un-eroded.
......
Cross-Stitch
by Ben Quinn
A needle pulling thread; “pull it over itself,” “See the ‘X’?”
Pierce the perforated white
Pull it through, form the-
A wonky ‘W’ shape manifests in the firelight.
But I’ll get it someday, when I find the patience to.
A simple stick-figure becomes a pixel-art drop of dew
Becomes a vibrant landscape.
A world of thread and crosses.
......
98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
......
84. Life Untouched
by Kea Campbell
Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.
Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.
......
"The ink that never dries."
by Dylan Wu Rong
A miracle- I always deemed them to be one,
rising to the peak beyond sight,
from nooks of the world never seen,
to pave a way- a way that lit up
the darkest of the night,
warmed the coldest of time.
On the stone heart I carried for decades,
left by them was an imprint,
never to wear off, never to be buried.
And was not I an ignorant fool,
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