IISZ 2018 Challenge #8 - Fear
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                IISZ 2018 Challenge #8                             Fear




                                    On your doorstep,   outside your room,   right in back of you.




      A list poem to jog your muse's memories:
            What People Fear   -   Maria Barnas
       
        Baths, mites, itching, acidity, alarm systems, clearings,
        heights, jumping from a (small) height, vagueness,
        air, draft and wind in general, vomiting, insanity.
        Pain, squares, wild spinach, streets, needles, cats and animals
        that resemble cats, kidney disease, chickens, garlic, opinions,
        expressing opinions or receiving praise, dust, standing.
       
        Walk, drive a car, crossing a cross diagonally,
        toll roads, forgetting, scratching, looking up, swallowing air,
        suffocating, England, English, English culture, flowers.
        Frenzy or furious, motionlessness of a joint,
        society, flooding, alone or alone,
        infinity, touches, bees, people with amputations, amputations.
       
        Sticky food, spiders, figures, fire, fainting, thunderstorms, lightning,
        stars, the universe, asymmetry, ataxia, disorder, clutter, ruins,
        atomic explosions, failure, whistles, gold, northern lights, the native language.
        Loneliness, self, own reflection, flying (in aircraft),
        bullets and rockets, Bolsheviks, gravity, traps, depths,
        unfathomable water, deep corridors, close to tall buildings.
       
        Frogs, salamanders, books, plants, own bisexuality
        or those of others, beautiful women, women, emotionally binding
        to another person, mucus, ghosts or the bogeyman, toads.
        Body odors, ugliness, ugliness, cancer, swarming,
        heart disease, the heart in general, meat or eating meat,
        ridiculed, new medicines, comets.
       
        New ideas, cheerfulness, snow, being touched, Muslims,
        Islam, Islamic culture, hair, chemicals or working
        with chemicals, time, clocks, food, small or closed spaces.
        Stealing, stabbing and being stabbed, bed or going to bed,
        cemeteries, sexual abuse, making choices,
        delayed, stuffy or laborious stools, feces in general.
       
        Chopsticks, clowns, frost or ice, crystal, computers, bicycles,
        waves or wave-like movements, steep (overhanging) rock walls,
        dogs, rabies, prostitutes or venereal diseases, nosebleeds.
        Painful movements of the guts, demons, crowds,
        fascism, trees, the dentist, skin injury or wounds, skin diseases,
        diabetes, drinking, dining or conversation during dinner, the sun.
       
        Objects on the right side of the body, vortices,
        dizziness, double vision, in the presence of another undressing, houses,
        skin or coat of animals, crossing the street, deformity, school.
        Accidents, the church, the Netherlands, the Dutch, the Dutch language,
        electricity, freedom, vomiting or vomit, belts, brushes, pins,
        a mortal sin committed, criticism, the dawn, daylight, teenagers.
       
        Knowledge, horses, blushing, working or functioning, good news, sex,
        sexuality, the female sexual organ, the color red, fever, cold
        or cold objects, marrying, living together, laughing, chins, immigrants.
        Knees, cross bridges, grow old, old people, good taste,
        speak in public, robbers or robberies, enjoy,
        sunlight, infections, blood, reptiles, maniacs, materialism.
       
        Greek terms, complex scientific terminology, fog,
        Germany, Germans, German culture, saints, holy things, theology,
        religion, hell, the number 666, sermons, priests, horses, long words.
        Wanderers, beggars, shock, fear, homosexuality, firearms,
        water, mercury-containing medicines, liquids, moisture, epilepsy,
        oven gloves, whirlworms or hurricanes, eternity.
       
        Sleep, hypnosis, the doctor, go to the doctor, fish, ideas, poison,
        termites, Japan, Japanese, Japanese culture, napkins,
        Jews and the Jewish religion, recorders, the feminine in itself.
        Being defeated, ridicule, emptiness or empty spaces, looking at people,
        stealing, chambers, fatigue, vegetables, cosmic phenomena,
        dogs, bending over or bending, wipers, death.
       
        Leprosy, the color white, lakes, rope, prosecution,
        analyzes, syphilis, otters, long waiting, cooking, punishment,
        machines, losing an erection, the color black, bees, meningitis.
        Menstruation, being tied up, metal, changes, meteorites,
        alcohol, poetry, microbes, bacteria, dirt, sponges, wrinkles,
        memories, moths or moths, mice, mushrooms.
       
        Darkness, the night, ants, myths, stories, names, false statements,
        glass, clouds, hospitals, coming home, nudity, numbers,
        large groups, vehicles, the figure 8, jaw surgery, wines, rain.
        The home environment, smells, terrorists, eyes, dreams, wet dreams,
        snakes, being accosted, prescribed medicines, watching,
        birds, property, crustaceans, heaven, everything, the pope, paper, perversion.
       
        Failure of duty, responsibility, parasites, virgins,
        young girls, Friday the thirteenth, urine, urinate in the (imagined)
        presence of others, heredity or hereditary diseases, lice, dolls.
        Imagined crimes or sinning in public, children, bald and balding
        men, baldness, poverty, eating, swallowing, being eaten, a penis
        (especially in erect condition), the word penis, taking medicine.
       
        Daylight, sunshine, kissing or kissing, infatuation,
        philosophy, phobias, the telephone, your own voice or voices in general,
        light or sparkle, thinking, tuberculosis, tombstones, roller blinds.
        Wealth, rain, choking, beards, polio, politicians, punishment,
        the color purple, alcohol, rectal disorders, the rectum,
        progress, stuttering, smallpox, China, Chinese, Chinese culture.
       
        With feathers tickled, puppets, fire, X-rays,
        beaten with a stick, wrinkles, Halloween, satan,
        guitars, scabies, shadows, Russia, Russians, the Russian language.
        Being accustomed, becoming blind, sharks, flashes of light, the moon,
        disintegrating beings, escalators, sliding doors,
        reading or pronouncing long words, left-handedness.
       
        Trains, train tracks, train journeys, conductors, libraries, credit cards,
        in-laws, being assessed, dependence, artists,
        semen, wasps, rising, walking, symbolism, symmetry, tablecloths.
        Predictability, another displeasure, irritation or embarrassment
        due to its own appearance, facial expressions, living burial,
        contagiousness, bulls, technology, giving birth to a (deformed) child.
       
        Tetanus, Germans, Germany, German culture, sitting, sea, dying
        and things that make people think of dying, theaters, heat or heat,
        plastic surgery, permanent injury, shaking, aggression, the number 13.
        Injections, tyrants, germs, clothing, rape,
        goats, Walloons, witches, witchcraft, the color yellow, the word yellow,
        drought, forests, razors, jealousy, God, gods, tapeworms.
       
                                            - - -
      Some inspirational poems:  
       
        Fear   -   Philip Hammial
       
        No way to account for the erratic behaviour
        of your erstwhile twin unless you accept that the voice
        on the loudspeaker really does have a message
        for you & you alone: Let
        the glamour girl at the cosmetics counter
        factor in your fear
        & you’ll be free,

                                    free to take
        the department store escalator down to the sewer
        where Angelo waits with a black-hulled gondola, a
        skull, human, on its prow, a canopy of tattooed skin,
        a rush of adrenalin as off you glide, city noise
        gradually extinguished, nothing but the splash
        of Angelo’s oar & the voice
        at your ear: Let Angelo
        factor in your fear
        & you’ll be free,

                                    free to take
        the birdcage elevator up to the attic where mother’s
        wedding dress waits in a trunk. Shake out the dust
        & try it on. It fits perfectly as you knew it would
        & of course you can wear it to the debutantes’ ball,
        why not? Let mother
        factor in your fear
        & you’ll be free.

       
                        - - -
       



        Fear of Happiness   -   A.E. Stallings
       
        Looking back, it’s something I’ve always had:
        As a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator
        I crouched at the bottom of, my eyes squinched tight,
        Or staircase whose gaps I was afraid I’d slip through,
        Though someone always said I’d be all right—
        Just don’t look down or See, it’s not so bad
        (The nothing rising underfoot). Then later
        The high-dive at the pool, the tree-house perch,
        Ferris wheels, balconies, cliffs, a penthouse view,
        The merest thought of airplanes. You can call
        It a fear of heights, a horror of the deep;
        But it isn’t the unfathomable fall
        That makes me giddy, makes my stomach lurch,
        It’s that the ledge itself invents the leap.
       
                        - - -
       



        I have to sit still   -   Han Lynn     Translation: ko ko thett
       
        Or the roaches will climb up my legs
        When I was young
        I didn’t sit still
        A roach crawled up my legs
        Then it was gone
        Before I could shake it off
        They say it went inside me
        Is it still inside me?
        I must sit still
        When you sit still, roaches sit still
        If you don’t sit still
        They will climb up your legs
        I'm sitting in the dark,
        Hoping they can't see me
        I am quiet
        I am alone
        I can’t see them in the dark
        But I can hear them
        They want to climb up my legs
        They are looking for the roach inside me
        It is restless
       
                        - - -




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#2
This is a stunning line: "It’s that the ledge itself invents the leap."
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#3
Dogs are crazy. 
It is unrealistic to be in the same room with them at all times, because they make it impossible to clean.  While you pick up the poop, you use one hand to hold back a puppy trying to lick your face, while another is peeing,  and another is sliding in that pee.  If you spend enough time around them, you know which ones won't fight each other when you turn away for a second,
so there are a couple of ways this can play out:

Vigilante activists
want freedom for all animals, even family pets, and zoos are impossible to get into.  They can run in, open all the doors, and run out before you can even react.

Overzealous parents
can't watch their dog scratch at the gate for you to return.  People of all ages can be knocked over by the dog behind theirs, like a balloon bursting, blasting dogs.

The absolute worst
is when the meter man leaves the backyard gate cracked enough to look closed, and the chocolate lab that checks every gate every morning for you finally succeeds.
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#4
Death Is Forgetting

The car explodes like at the end
of a chase scene in a movie.
The cancer chews through my organs—
little, hungry worms. I imagine 
weeping at my bedside, and still, 
don’t understand why I should tremble.

I was like a child before my mother died 
in that I didn’t understand death.
Every morning, I would crank a jack-in-the-box,
and wait for the music to stop.
This car crash death is more a fear of life,
the child alone in a dark room afraid
to go to sleep. I’ve since learned

death is for the living,
and its fear is in forgetting
and being forgotten.
For the dead, the music stops
the lid flies open, and then
we push them into the box
and snap it closed. We reach

into a pocket full of holes
for a memory or a voice, 
and find our hand empty.
So we close our eyes,
imagine a car crash,
and wait for someone
to turn on the light.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#5
Fear

You led yourself down here
amongst the darkened reeds,
to snatch the cold immersion
and breath it into being.

Speech won't drop its flare
the corners here still crawl,
fed by outstretched hands
mute inside your mouth.

You led yourself down here
in tangled clumps of hair,
to feel the weight of mud
and dare to shape its face.

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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#6
His Father


Fear and Terror live within
the House of Mars, blood-warrior,
each vital to his brazen march.

Terror spends his time exalted—
on its highest floor he rages,
tool and touchstone of success:
when his foes are seized by Terror,
fleeing, mindless prey to panic,
Mars can fell them from behind.

Fear lives in a cellar-bunker,
watching all around him, plotting
massive, planned retaliation
for assaults that may not happen.
Fearing rapine, panic-slaughter,
loss of unity, enslavement,
insults un-revenged, dishonor,
Fear demands that Mars attack.

Mars loves his son Terror dearly,
pushes him toward seducing
Peace as weapon of the weak.

Mars knows Fear lives in his cellar,
treats him as a sage advisor,
not a madman:  Fear’s his dad.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#7
6x6x6

Wear the mark of the beast
with pride, accept the death
of selfless sacrifice. 
You're already in hell,
so embrace the devil
and truly be evil.

No such thing as evil,
no spiritual beast
or powerful devil
to fear beyond our death.
If you believe in hell, 
then be the sacrifice.

We all need sacrifice.
Hoarding food is evil.
For each new soul in hell 
feeds the fictitious beast.
To keep from senseless death,
blame it on the devil.

All hail the great devil!
Accept this sacrifice
of my own willing death
to enhance your evil
will wherever the beast 
demands, to ensure hell 

on earth.  Heaven and hell,
ruled under one devil.
Wear the mark of the beast 
convicted, sacrifice
all that is good.  Evil
leads to essential death.

Death of body, soul.  Death
of false hope, death of hell.
Death of good and evil,
the angel and devil.
of needless sacrifice,
and death, death to the beast.

I've seen the death of hell. 
Sacrificed the devil.
Learned no beast is evil.
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#8


        The voice crackled
        from the old recording.
        The diction was impeccable.
       
        The delivery unnatural.
        The spaces between the words too long,
        the intonation dazed, indifferent.
       
        The incident described.
        Where the fingers were placed, bruises made,
        wounds washed clean.
       
        Photographs.
        Each from a different angle,
        a numbing repetition of the scene.
       
        Evidence.
        Acquired, organized,
        ignored.
       
        Remnants of certainty.
        Overwhelmed,
        unfinished.
       
             - - -

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(02-06-2018, 02:39 AM)Todd Wrote:  Death Is Forgetting
this is very thought-provoking.. here´s what it made me see.
the crash - too sudden to be accepted.
but accidents happen, unexpected, like the opening line of your poem.
but even when death comes slowly, forseeably or maybe as a relief... that changes little, doesn´t answer the questions.
 repressing comes easier than accepting, sneakier and with a price.

i like how you bring the reader back to child-like thinking in the last stanza. wake me up from this dark dream, mommy. at least turn on the light.  
it also takes up the movie car crash from the first stanza again.. and puts me in a cinema chair. can i please see the end credits now, and then shake it off already and go out have a drink.

(02-06-2018, 08:51 AM)Keith Wrote:  Fear
"mute inside your mouth",
"in tangled clumps of hair",
the inversion of ?vectors? in the last two lines,...
it´s very visual and emotionally haunting.

(02-06-2018, 09:45 AM)dukealien Wrote:  His Father
duke, i love message of your poem, not because it´s a new thought, but because of the way you deliver it and because it needs reminding.

(02-06-2018, 10:01 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  6x6x6
not sure if i understood al the devil and evil and occasional sacrifice (i keep thinking there´s something i miss).
BUT: thumbs up for the last line.

(02-06-2018, 01:03 PM)rayheinrich Wrote:           The voice crackled
numbing repetition , remnants of certainty..
i was subjectively dealt an idea what this is about, but  it can be about many things anyway.
fear is always there as long as things are unfinished.
i like this challenge (though i can´t come up with any answer to it).
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#10
Surreal 

I'm afraid 
you've got the wrong man

that your simple heart 
needs simple things
and I am a riddle 
wrapped up
in myself

that I am Dali 
dressed as Rockwell
with no palate 
to love you.
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(02-06-2018, 10:01 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  6x6x6
not sure if i understood al the devil and evil and occasional sacrifice (i keep thinking there´s something i miss).
BUT: thumbs up for the last line.

I was being silly with forms, sestinas are tough!
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(02-06-2018, 10:20 PM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  
(02-06-2018, 10:01 AM)CRNDLSM Wrote:  6x6x6
not sure if i understood al the devil and evil and occasional sacrifice (i keep thinking there´s something i miss).
BUT: thumbs up for the last line.

I was being silly with forms, sestinas are tough!
Blush thanks for telling me what i missed (and it even was part of the diabolic title, but i had to google what a sestina is)
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#13
Ordinary

There's old fears like Bela Lugosi's
threatening accent and strange clothes,
or the dread of sirens, head under desk,
a curse against those godless Reds.
Then there's timeless fears, such as a spider
tickling your leg until it bites,
heights that nauseate worse than sour milk.
Of course there's courage too, usually arriving
at the worse time like your mother's uncle,
who smelled of garlic and could only talk
in the language of the old country.
Time is the best editor.
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#14
In the Nightmare

In the nightmare
my father is alive again 

paranoid and venomous
with dementia

demanding I confess
what I have done with his son.
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(02-07-2018, 12:20 PM)Richard Wrote:  Ordinary

There's old fears like Bela Lugosi's
threatening accent and strange clothes,
or the dread of sirens, head under desk,
a curse against those godless Reds.
Then there's timeless fears, such as a spider
tickling your leg until it bites,
heights that nauseate worse than sour milk.
Of course there's courage too, usually arriving
at the worse time like your mother's uncle,
who smelled of garlic and could only talk
in the language of the old country.




what a wonderful poem
really made me smile<3

-nibbed

(02-06-2018, 04:20 PM)Tiger the Lion Wrote:  Surreal 

I'm afraid 
you've got the wrong man

that your simple heart 
needs simple things
and I am a riddle 
wrapped up
in myself

that I am Dali 
dressed as Rockwell
with no palate 
to love you.


OMW
I step away for a moment and all these great poems surface.
Dali dressed as Rockwell! Love it <3


-nibbed
there's always a better reason to love
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Hey Janine,
Thanks for the kind words.

(02-07-2018, 04:22 PM)Tiger the Lion Wrote:  In the Nightmare

In the nightmare
my father is alive again 

paranoid and venomous
with dementia

demanding I confess
what I have done with his son.

Hey Tiger,
I quite like this piece. I especially like the ending. It made me stop, think and then reread the poem. Good stuff.

Cheers,
Richard
Time is the best editor.
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(02-06-2018, 02:39 AM)Todd Wrote:  Death Is Forgetting

The car explodes like at the end
of a chase scene in a movie.
The cancer chews through my organs—
little, hungry worms. I imagine 
weeping at my bedside, and still, 
don’t understand why I should tremble.

I was like a child before my mother died 
in that I didn’t understand death.
Every morning, I would crank a jack-in-the-box,
and wait for the music to stop.
This car crash death is more a fear of life,
the child alone in a dark room afraid
to go to sleep. I’ve since learned

Death is for the living,
and its fear is in forgetting
and being forgotten.
For the dead, the music stops
the lid flies open, and then
we push them into the box
and snap it closed. We reach

into a pocket full of holes
for a memory or a voice, 
and find our hand empty.
So we close our eyes,
imagine a car crash,
and wait for someone
to turn on the light.



We reach

into a pocket full of holes
for a memory or a voice, 
and find our hand empty.


such poignant verse


-nibbed

(02-07-2018, 04:22 PM)Tiger the Lion Wrote:  In the Nightmare

In the nightmare
my father is alive again 

paranoid and venomous
with dementia

demanding I confess
what I have done with his son.



I am thinking in many directions with this poem, that's really good
I like how it somehow spews light which makes it clever
I also thought it could portray legalism

-nibbed
there's always a better reason to love
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#18
Slips of Frigidity


I spread my mittens as far as they will go
as I twirl upon softest blankets,
cleanest, brightened spangles;

frosty cutouts melt too quickly on my tongue
while crunches and squeaks under rubber treads
leave traces where I have been.

Confidently, ignorantly, I skip and dance
in false security atop those drifts of fluff,

then a knee, an elbow,
seering palms, soon remind me―

hey, there's asphalt under there!
there's always a better reason to love
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(02-06-2018, 08:51 AM)Keith Wrote:  Fear

You led yourself down here
amongst the darkened reeds,
to snatch the cold immersion
and breath it into being.

Speech won't drop its flare
the corners here still crawl,
fed by outstretched hands
mute inside your mouth.

You led yourself down here
in tangled clumps of hair,
to feel the weight of mud
and dare to shape its face.

The images here are haunting. I picture a ragged form dragging themselves through mud by strands of hair. Very powerful.

(02-06-2018, 04:20 PM)Tiger the Lion Wrote:  Surreal 

I'm afraid 
you've got the wrong man

that your simple heart 
needs simple things
and I am a riddle 
wrapped up
in myself

that I am Dali 
dressed as Rockwell
with no palate 
to love you.

Really enjoyed this. It makes me think of every date where I wanted to get up and leave within 5 minutes of sitting down to talk.
Jason Robert Marshall
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(02-08-2018, 04:04 AM)nibbed Wrote:  Slips of Frigidity


I spread my mittens as far as they will go
as I twirl upon softest blankets,
cleanest, brightened spangles;

frosty cutouts melt too quickly on my tongue
while crunches and squeaks under rubber treads
leave traces where I have been.

Confidently, ignorantly, I skip and dance
in false security atop those drifts of fluff,

then a knee, an elbow,
seering palms, soon remind me―

hey, there's asphalt under there!

you set me up well with your ambiguous title.  i really enjoyed this frosty ride and  especially love "confidently, ignorantly" ..
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