I Rant

My mind weaves a spell,
like a witch it bitches
to the moon, whom, 
doesn't know my reasons
or my powers, in towers
my placid maidens wait in 
rooms that have no key,
the light of day, I say,
cannot escape, it's late
and I am in no mood
to tell you why, I sigh,
for a moment I relent
questioning your worth,
weighing mine, wasting time,
melting candle wax, can't relax,
so in my loudest voice
I madly chant, ok I rant,
but your eyes realize
the elemental fire I vent
is emotion cast, when at last
the light flickers, quick words
sputter, the flame dies,
in darkness comes the rest. 

Mach B 2021

The dish and the spoon

I want to grab your hand
as we jump off the moon
and then travel through space
in a clockwork balloon.

As we say our good-bye
to all the wars of Mars
and navigate our craft
away from nearby stars.

We're faster now than light
as we pass Jupiter
Neptune and then Pluto,
who's been passed once before.

We pummel through the Oort
then out into deep space
We're not sure where we'll go
but we will land someplace.

Then with my arms around you
into stasis we'll immerse
I'll hold you near-forever,
until the next universe.

© 2014 Mach B

Lay out the words

Lay out the band
and play a song
on the other hand
it would be wrong

to lay out words
when you're not true
as I've observed
it makes you blue

lay out the man
once he's untold
no longer can
he fight the cold

lay out his soul
to find his light
As you've been told
gonna be all right.

As you've been told
gonna be all right.

© 2014 Mach B

The Price Of Peace

Will you see the same thing I do
when the angels dance themselves free?
Gone are the chains that hold them when
we agree not to disagree.

And what would the poets write if
we decide to think one the same
and you all agree with my view,
no matter whose view we might blame?

You will see the same thing I do
when the demons escape to hell,
fleeing the glaring peace on earth
like some thieves from an alarm bell.

We'll sing a song in harmony
but the chords will sound very wrong
because we're singing monotone
after all we sing the same song.

You will sing the same note I do
and we'll live in a blissful peace
with no need for different humans,
trapped in sameness, without release.

So next time that you might argue
do so with your biggest smile
while peace on earth is a great cause,
conflict's what makes living worthwhile.

**From a completed poetry challenge in 2012. The topic is Rorschach tests.
© 2012 Mach B

Seven wise sages

Seven wise sages uncover the truth
in a crypt only seven could find
One of the sages ran off with some proof
that exploded in his face, now he's blind.

Six wise sages split up all the facts
in what was supposedly even shares
One of the sages was given the axe
when another sage split his hairs. 

Five wise sages have carried their find
to their homes on each corner of the globe
One of those sages began to unwind
and was relieved of his frontal lobe.

Four wise sages try to find their nook
as their veracity they debate
One of those sages writes a tell-all book
And quite promptly that sage becomes late.

Three wise sages feel fear for their lives
when they finally do all of the math
One of those sages he plays with some knives
and he cuts himself bad in the bath.

Two wise sages know that one wants it all
and decide they should fight to the death
One of those sages, he hires Darth Maul
to use the dark side on the sage left.

One wise sage he buries the truth
after a death that nature assigned
among his bones therein lies the proof
in a crypt only seven could find.

**From a completed poetry challenge in 2012. The topic is the number seven.

© 2012 Mach B

e

We congregate in cubicles
pray to our electronic gods
who bring us satisfaction
in the form of apps and blogs

We fight from little boxes
that are joined by wireless
but who will be the victor
and who does Diablo bless

Our dreams are our screensavers
glassless 3D in our slumbers
we wake-up to Facebook friends
there's safety in our numbers

We once took a walk in the woods
hand-in-hand down a dirt path
colored leaves fell from a tree
while we talked and while we laughed

I uploaded the video to You Tube
it got 50 views.

**From a completed poetry challenge in 2012. The topic is author’s pick.

© 2012 Mach B

Obtuse

When a butterfly smokes helium
and a memory watches TV,
I lie facedown in a pool of syrup
and Obtuse, he says hi to me.

He says it silently, however
Then rain arises from fiery hell
where choirs of angels sing of their release
and Obtuse, he wishes me well

It's dark, dank and dire where he comes from
and the nights they treat you mean
He thought that he could help when I called him
instead Obtuse, he flees the scene.

Though he imparts me with his motive
I'm not sure that I understand
but somehow I'll always remember
that Obtuse, he is close at hand.

**From a completed poetry challenge in 2012. The topic is trending words.

© 2012 Mach B

(sung to the tune of the chorus of 'When you wish upon a star'.)

Do you wish upon a star?
Then like that cricket sang, you are.
I bet you wished for a sports car,
forget world peace.

Do you wish cracking a bone?
There's no app for your smart phone.
You can't do it on your own
you need some friends.

Do you wish using a cake?
Once a birthday wish you make.
If by chance it's a mistake
there's still next year.

Do you wish into a well?
Don't you wish that you could tell?
If you wish then sit a spell
but please bring change.

**From an interrupted poetry challenge in 2011. The topic is wishes.

© 2011 Mach B

On Christmas Day

Have been doing some video poems lately, this first one is a poem I did for the Christmas contest on Moviestorm. It won that contest. It's very dark though, so be prepared and don't say I didn't warn you.

Monster

Hidden in a deep dark place,
frightened to come
from its cocoon.
Howls at the moon!
Monster in me.

Everyone who looks there knows
It's in my mind
and in my heart.
Right from the start
it's in my soul.

Then torches bright, fiery hot
They chase me from
my rightful place
and poke my face
with flames of hate.

If only they would understand
I once was one
of them, you see.
They create me
then push away.

And all I want to do is speak
my mind to them.
It is my gift
albeit thrift
It's all I have

But all they hear are grunts.

© 2010 Mach B

Day 10 – Money

Unfortunately we had to stop here because another event was happening on the site.  There’s a Day 11 poem but I can’t show it yet because it will be used for the other event.  This may continue after the other event is over….may…

Here’s the Day 10 poem:

The pauper doesn't know it
but he wants it anyway
The rich man wants to horde it
and he does so every day

The banker he banks on it
and he makes it as he does
The thief will take all of it
with no worries whose it was

The spirit turns its nose up
at your golden offerings
The body hungers for it
and for everything it brings

The money's all around you
but whatever the amount
once you are dead and buried
you can't transfer your account

© 2009 Mach B

Day 9 - Tranquillity

I hate you so much,
Out of spite
For tranquil poems
You make me write

They make me seethe
So turbulent
Tranquillity
Is abhorrent..

I‘ll never write
Another one
I’m so relieved
This poem is done.

© 2009 Mach B

Day 8 – Fast and Slow

There was a man
who both was there
and was not there
not anywhere
both fast and slow
was how he'd go
and maybe he
did disagree
don't you agree
he shouldn't be
while nothing
is necessity
for everything
is just one thing
in myriad
when you are sad
so low, half-assed  
you couldn't care
but please beware
of any dog
that might meow
could be a cow
but in disguise
you may just spy
it in his eye
and not believe
it anyway
cause every day
is being seized
by someone else
who truly sees
the truth behind
our noble lies
but how time flies
when everything
begins ending.   

© 2009 Mach B

Day 7 - Ghosts

Ok. I had a really long involved day today and couldn't write a serious sort of poem. I got a laugh out of this one but it is probably a bit politically incorrect - so I'll apologise in advance if I'm offending anyone and will post it anyway.

The Casper Rap

Casper say boo
but you did know
he was friendly,
but had three bad bros
they treated him nasty
he was their bitch
his good friend Wende
she was a witch.

he say boo.
Casper
he say Boo.
Casper.

He liked to hang
In a haunted house
he scared some people
even scared a mouse
He wasn’t no gansta
He wanted a friend
And like most white boys
He had a happy end.

He say boo
Casper
C’mon say boo
Casper

© 2009 Mach B

Day 5 - Memories

She takes it from the closet with
The secrecy of thieves
And looks both ways for privacy
Before she even leaves.

Clutched very closely to her chest
She holds her treasure thus
And makes her way o’er to her bed
Without much noise or fuss.

Once on her bed she shows her prize
An ornate wooden box
But what’s inside her pirate’s chest?
She opens up the locks.

She lifts the lid and looks within
Her face lights up with joy
She sticks her hand into the stash
And pulls out a small toy.

It’s a little plastic compass
That she turns from side to side
And smiles at the tiny needle
Which no longer will guide.

Now it’s on the bed beside her
As all good things must pass
For a ring made of faux silver
Its gemstone made of glass.

On her finger how it glistens
She shows it to the air
Now she’s acting very girly
She tousles up her hair.

Then it catches her attention
The last item in her store
Her jaw drops down and opens
She’d forgotten there was more.

Her hand trembles as she grabs it
And pulls it from its place
An old edge-torn faded photo
Of a familiar face

She traces all of the contours
Her tiny finger shaking
As her teary eyes gaze fondly
Her tiny heart is breaking

She opens up her mouth to speak
But nothing does come out
A silent “Daddy” on her lips
Before they start to pout.

And then a knock is at her door
It causes her to start
She gathers up her secret stash
And hides it, she is smart.

Her mother enters, prim and prop
And tells her to come down
Her step-father has been waiting
To take them into town

A big smile for her mother
And then a nod, polite
Then she leans back a bit further
to keep the box out of sight

Her mother smiles in return
Then spins and leaves the room
And the little girl slumps sadly
Her face awash with gloom.

She hides the box back in its spot
And shuts the closet door
But not without that one last look
To remember him once more.

© 2009 Mach B

Day 4 – Is it love or is it lust?

THE SMALL FURRY ANIMAL SONG

I reach out for the chips
And your hand touches mine
At first I pull back from
that invisible line.

I look past your elbow
Your chest, neck and your chin
Past your pouting full lips
That turn up in a grin

Then into your green eyes
But, ah, at such a cost
My brain, it just freezes
And I feel a bit lost

Like a small furry animal
Caught in the headlights
Of your eyes
So bright.

Are you staying forever or
Will you just leave me
As roadside
Debris?

How can I love you
we haven’t said a word?
But, oh, it’s you I want
I know that sounds absurd.

And how I am feeling
I couldn’t possibly care
If it’s only one night
Or every day each year

If only I could speak
I’d tell you this right now
Though all I would say is
Meow Meow Meow

Like a small furry animal
Caught in the headlights
Of your eyes
So bright.

Are you staying forever or
Will you just leave me
As roadside
Debris?

It’s then that I can feel
A twitch upon on my lips
My eyes are moving too
My hand stirs round the chips!

I pull it out and then
give you a shy smile.
That’s when you turn away
laughing all the while.

And now I’m feeling like
I just might have to cry.
Your tracks along my back
Not even a good-bye

To the small furry animal
Caught in the headlights
Of your eyes
So bright.

Who you haven’t noticed and
Then you just left me
As roadside
Debris.

© 2009 Mach B

Day 3 – There’s always someone cooler…

Anticipation increased, I
do shiver while I wait, in lie,
at the merest thought that someone…
No way that I will be undone
while there remains a chance to try.

I’m sure by now you’re asking why
I care about this other guy
Does it matter who will have won?
Anticipation increased.

Temperature decreased and I
do shiver while I wait and sigh.
Why do this if it isn’t fun?
How I long for a ray of sun,
but coolest will I be or die.
Anticipation increased.

© 2009 Mach B

Day 2 – The walk home

I did not see that man,
the one eating from the can,
when I walked all the way
home to my house today.

He does not have a house,
And no kids and no spouse,
And no job, he’s lazy.
Either that or crazy

Because he talks to air,
Really, nobody was there.
That one time he grabbed me
He smelled like poo and pee

I struggled to escape
And started screaming, “Rape!”,
That’s when he let me go
I ran like hell, you know.

He didn’t chase after,
But I did hear laughter,
I turned toward the sound
and saw him on the ground.

Was he having a fit?
He’s laughing like a git.
“What’s wrong?” I called to him,
My face all taut and grim.

And still he laughed at me
How rude could someone be
I turned, started walking
And then he started talking.

“I’m a woman” he said
Out of his laughing head.
I turned and looked his way
Or her’s what I should say.

On my walk home there was
No man or can because
There’s a homeless woman
And her name is Sue Anne.

© 2009 Mach B

Satisfaction on a hot summer day

Passionate heat increases
as sweat drips from every pore.
I look lustily at you.
My body desires yours.

With my all-embracing mouth
I try so hard to take you,
all of you, all the way;
an event long-overdue.

But I find you so immense,
can’t fit no more than your tip.
My tongue shivers with delight
as you glide across my lip.

And when my brain recovers,
luckily enough, before
the mess streaming from your peak
falls to the carpeted floor.

Pleased to have had the forethought
to wrap you with protection
saving precious carpet from
your premature ejection.

Leaving more of it for me
and my hunger, ravenous.
I lick every tasty inch
of your now softening flesh.

When, again, you start to flow,
amazing, first as trickles
then gushing creamy juices
against my face, that tickles.

The end has come so I suck
harder, draining the chocolate
banana, mess on my face.
No worries, I’m not distraught.

With a last and softened crunch
followed by a sated moan,
you are a part of me now,
my delicious ice cream cone.

© 1998 Mach B

In a heart beat

And what is it my heart wants from you?
when you slowly dance its tender beat -
your soul touches mine as a whisper -
it brightens my spirit, light and sweet.

And how does it answer my question?
by increasing the beat of its song -
a symphony rumbling inside me -
melody clear and harmony strong. 

And when will the orchestra finish?
in a life span or throughout all time -
infinitely loving you always -
captured here for a moment in rhyme.

© 1998 Mach B