Challenge 94 "Thrush"

[DFelon204409]

thrush [1]
n.

1. Any of numerous migratory songbirds of the family Turdidae, usually having brownish upper plumage and a spotted breast and noted for a clear melodious song.
2. Any of various similar or related birds, as a water thrush or thrasher.
3. Slang. A woman who sings popular songs.

thrush [2]
n.

1. A contagious disease caused by a fungus, Candida albicans, that occurs most often in infants and children, characterized by small whitish eruptions on the mouth, throat, and tongue, and usually accompanied by fever, colic, and diarrhea.
2. An infection of the frog of a horse's foot, characterized by a foul-smelling discharge and often resulting from unhygienic stall conditions.

[RunAmokRampant]

Cap d' Hostel Hostage

The thrush spreads like blight so
burn it. Swallow down the kerosene
and throw down a match unlit so
the pain can feel natural.

Today my
thoughts come away from this scene,
sticking to the memories that glowed,
once that match was lit candescent

I laughed when my father brought
out his gun loaded with the answers.
Trapped in his own home I trace the edge
of the room to the window. He watches
but I know - Dramatic irony victimises those
without insight and once

again I
remember another anecdote of times
well spent at your expense. Host becoming
hostage, a Cap d' Hostel losing authority,
like a loosening knot tied by your spell.

Just like your grip on my small world,
or like your grip you held on that gun.
"Don't distract me with my aim", you said.
But my finger was already wedged in the barrel.
Home is where you taught me not to give in.

And so begins another tale,
another journey to the back of my mind
when you lit that last cigarette and
although you are now long dead when
I think of home,
I think of you.
Now the best part of the day is walking home.

[silenceevolves]

a kinetic jaw of asphalt

twenty thousand dollars
of curved aluminum
crushed
like a stick of gum
in a kinetic jaw of asphalt.
red and blue
fills this black room
that we call a city.

and the lights, they dance
across the scene
to a silent techno beat.
and the shadows talk
though their mouths
aren't moving.
and the metal beings
march on by
in a salutory parade.
and the shattered glass
promenades
until the scene begins to fade.

enter hospital,
where relatives crash and burn
like a cynical, heartsick angel
or a saint who could only afford
to drive himself to hell.
sobbing like a solemn thrush
singing for it lost the nest it loved
until that lovely vocal chord is crushed
such a beautiful voice becomes stale noise.

you could draw the curtains
but it'd be futile
emergency rooms are dark holes.
you're condensed to something
less than you were:
it's making ghosts out of souls.
and the doctors become
voices lost in the air
for all you can hear
is the ceasing of
the ekg beeping:
you've lost what you held dear.

there's nothing left to catch the love we precipitate
oh, there's no comfort to be found in fate.

[Pete]

What's required to join in? It was ages since I last did one of these.

[Disco Dragon]

Every tradition since my first appearance
Is for my surroundings, not for myself
Out of the womb and into my tomb
I was blamed for my birth and the cause of my death
So how come I’m smiling?
You felt every prick that the doctor delivered
But I saw the good that was given in several hues
Mostly blue haze in multitudes

Therapy dances on my dashboard
That grass skirt always makes me laugh
Memory is hanging from my rearview
Looking back is worthless
Yet, so are my instincts
So I have to check in from time to time
To see if I missed out
Or if I should dive out
Onto the pavement
Hope for the best

A poke in the eye, the seers made blind
I do it for them, so don’t call me selfish
Aiming to please is so unsafe
Especially when you have the shakes
It hit her in the head
But was supposed to go to her heart
So why don’t I weep?
Because tear duct is another word for baggage
Bags I don’t need to have under my eyes
How unattractive that would be

This medication needs a cure
If I ever find one
You will all be the first to know

Keep secret, this thrush
Hush, hush
You wouldn’t tell anyone, right?
You would?
I knew it!
I’ll go get my medicine and then we can sort this out
I’ll go get it before you start to get to me
Uh oh, you’re bothering me already
...where’s my medicine?

[A_Perfect_Sonnet]

This is too hard, I'll try anyway.

[EmergencyRoom]

Another wet funeral morning, begun
With your soul-raising tones sung,
Like a thrush praising the dawn.
What matter the world outside?
Who cares how many scrapes and scares?
And how many chairs we sit and miss?
When this vicious twenty four hour circle,
A microcosm for life, and a metaphor for pain,
Returns like a clockwork idealist train,
Without sorrow I’ll awake, as another day breaks
Like sunshine through the clouds,
And your song piercing my dreams.
You bring me back to a world I don’t want,
With whispers of love that I need.

[DFelon204409]

A darkling thrush runs the velvet
Out of an Indian summer night -
The colicky cries of a widow in flight

How many times have I known you in previous lives?
The wool worm speaks through cankers and brine:
“My face is warm” your heart divine
How many alchemies will I refine?

Progress is slow and Hades dry
But still I try to harvest above my height:
An overture for every season but spring,
Which I save for my passion
(The pastel lavender you bring)

There’s a drink to be had amidst the decay
A toast for the dead
A cheer for skin shed
If I knew there was something beyond tonight
I’d cry out like an infant eating paint chips
The invalid’s delight

Pillow talk,
Sensible banter
I found your laced bra hanging on the banister.
But of all the things to enter chrysalis and mature after the mist
Our burn lingers grandest:
Beautiful and brisk

[czGLoRy]

Ive never done one of these before, so ill give it a shot. I imagine it will be pretty bad (rquirements in writing limit its creativity!) but ill do it.

When do you have to write it by?

[TojesDolan]

Say goodbye to the fall,
Welcome blissfully snow and storms,
Lit your fireplace,
Share your warmth.
It is time for the cold to arrive.

Slags in the chimney,
Revive once lost images
of my childhood.
All my friends, all the games.
All the stupid things I said.

Images of me impaired,
victim of a terrible disease:
"It's the thrush" The doctor said to me.
I shouldn't have been so brave,
and eat those colorful 'shrooms.

Now I feel so sick,
I'm feeling the reaper swing her scythe.
I want my mother here with me.
I feel death sorrounding the house.

I grew old and strong,
Jus to see my descendancy
know it's roots.
It's time for me to leave.
Sweet mother earth,
Always be together with me.

[czGLoRy]

Attempt #1, Can edit from here so I will post the R.D. Then change it as neeeded.



When the morning light
bursts through your door
and the clock on the floor says
its a quarter past four
Do not rush
listen to the ancient thrush
If you get wind of what she is saying
You might hear that shes praying.. for you

Your life may be wasted
Fate may be sealed
perhaps if your right
We can strike a deal
Love me for life
and I might want you back

The promise we made is a secret saved
from the graave
Dry those tears you havce cried
and hear the thrush sound it's song
and know... it won't be long

Softly whisper in my ear
The words I long to hear
Let me know that
I no longer have to feear

Tell me babe, that
Your gonna love me,
like you said you would
and Your gonna love me
Like you know you should

Life goes by in the blink of an eye
but its far too long
Dry the tears you have cried
and listen to the thrush sing it's song

Tell me babe, that (chorus)
Your gonna love me,
like you said you would
and Your gonna love me
Like you know you should

[-1down!-]

Candle lights flicker on,
linger on, stutter, perish.
City's out of breath, wavering,
pondering how much is left, time remaining,
before the murky waters flood the basements
of our childhood's shelters.
Where did we neglect, forget,
neglect to paint everything perfect?
How did we atone, pardon?
Why did we depart, with such a burden?
History won't tell who's failure, departure,
caused the decaying of our children's homes.
In time there will be
a longer path from womb to tomb,
but right now we will watch and cry,
faces buried in inapt hands, where blood still lies.
You thrush, hush,
no more cradles are swayed
by your unholy voice...
The graveyard was delighted
with your deadening choice.
Hold my hand as I weave the sand,
hold my hand as we leave this land.

(My regular account is -1up!-)

[bowl of oranges]

my spot.

[d0ped0g]

Infanity


Within a chaos theory complex
Of jamais vu epiphanies
What you have as known, but yet to be said
Comprises the delinquencies, that you choose to dread

An alternate abstractation
Of our promised ascension
Tasting the tedium of your doubt
Always refusing to remember what it’s all about

As subconscious as it seems
It’s with you in your dreams
Somewhere in your memory
You'll find a new low
The questions are buried below

And we'll reap the harvest that we have sown
When we take a dose of the unknown
Living to forget, living just to regret
This lie

Is this my only calling?
Is this all it’s meant to be?
Or is my beating heart
Only meant to deceive
Despite it all I swear
I've never felt more alive
Being overtaken by the breeze
Of divinity's sighs

But what’s the point, in this blank canvas
When the paints are not provided
Filling in the blanks with remains
Of every tear that's sighted

And you're never lost for words
As the words are lost on you
Teaching fish about water
Coercing silence on the slaughter
Insignificant skipping pulses
Are only there to warn her...

[pixiesfanyo]

/expect something happy?

[OutlawGene]

Damaged

Thousand birds migrating and singing
And the numerous times I've heard that song
It's like thrashing as an infection
Something I can't get out of my head

Chorus:

The birds sing their melody
As clear as the pathway home

Heading home on the route
To the brightness of our future
Clouds are not filled with rain
It's going to be a good day

It's a beautiful view from up above
I just hope I can make it there
I'm cursed with a disease
And i'm not doing all that good

Chorus:

The birds sing their melody
As clear as the pathway home

I fall down into the bottomless sea
Into a place where I can be free
It's more clear than it could ever be

Chorus:

The birds sing their melody
As clear as the pathway home

I sink deeper and deeper in the water
And I thrush until I die
And I sing until I die

[Crimsonpunk]

Thoughts of dead branches cascade around my mind
Like the leaves long since torn from their rests at the skyline
Now all hope of the warmth they provided has faded
We lay, visible to the world that we hated

And the eyes that could pierce, if anything sharp lay behind
The breeze barely awakens my cynical sight
The tinny sound of my headphones echoes in my ear
Wake a thrush, with a song it would rather not hear

Sometimes the silence is so melancholy, I almost don't complete my journey
Compelled to lay down by the roadside, and weep just to taste the salt
Sometimes I think myself so lucky, I'm not cursed with company
Determined to savour every second that I have alone.

It's late, and I'm stoned.

Ad Infinitum Sentencing

Safety sings of soaring wings
And sails upon the sunset,
A thrush in thermal decadence.
Rusted screws and metal grooves,
Nails and keys and karats
All carved in diamond architecture.
Carry me to sheltered rings
Around your careful fingers,
Far from steel irreverence.

And ink conceived of quills
Will spill on empty pages.

Words will wear upon the paper,
The letters leaving imprints
Of our ill-conceived departures.
We faltered in the end again,
We closed our weighted eyelids
And dressed in deadbolt deviation.
While science locks and confiscates
In silence's horizons,
We'll fly to twilight's refuges.

Captivity marks the days
Not free of this entrapment.

But your hands are vacant cells,
While mine are callous cages.

[one_beloved_curse]

"Fate Has Betrayed (My Innocents)"


My Beloved, My Betrayal of Fate
Her Loving Heart, has Thrushed me Throughly,
And For Now I Must Embrace....

Yet, I am Innocent, I have been punished,
For a crime I didn't commit.
I now know, our Silence Must Haunt our sins,
For, Suicide was upon Our greed of innocents ...

Indeed, I am Now Forever withheld,
My soul Passing through the gates of hell.
Fate has been a b*tch,
For this Deasese was part,
... Shalt I Forever be without?

Obviously this song is about, Fate... whom Punishes him. So he Commits Suicide.. (A Crime He Did'nt Commmit) becuase it was fate that ruined him.

[Bigbadbob]

PAST THE PRIME

Your time is now done
Pocket your hands or
Suffer the strap
It’s staring you down
Avowal your missteps

Inculpate to the wind
Proscribe, for that is your gift
But know this…
On the wing
This fight goes to the swift

Majestic the Crow
In a field of thrush
Heads bent to the ground
Minds sorely adrift
The black hearts
CRAAW
Will shatter their sense
Moue to their twitter
Reap their last breath

For too long
I’ve bent under decree
Worries ever gnawing, never thawing
I’ve defended with purpose
Not once did I flee.

In the final analysis
Will see who blinks
Ideals wither like leaves, gently falling
Who will be left standing
Who’s tasted defeat