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POETRY/

A RAINDROP TO THE JUMPING WOLF SPIDER

A picture of five sisters, and a Mickey
Mouse watch was placed in a corner slot of an eave.
The house was built a long time ago by a family man
so this must have been the 1930’s.

I felt, heard, and tasted a raindrop.
The sound of forever. I hope to always remember.
Beauty in time is appreciated. I finally was washed
and cleansed. Real and beautiful. I was tired, but
there was something from this event. Something
very deep. One of the men played with the sun,
as if little fire sparked in his hands.
There was another man, and he was looking
at the picture in amazement. The both of them
were just sitting there on the porch, and
I was in awe. The sky was there, and I some how
gained the nerve to scope all of them out.
I had to see the thieves. I didn’t know if I should
play dead. I was devastated. Just devastated.

The watch with the mouse on it, and the picture
was my families honor, but these invaders took
those items. I felt defeated, I felt shame. I thought
I was lost. Gone, all gone, but I finally grasped
my surrounding, relaxed from shock. It was from
the darkness of peace, when they placed the wood
back over my home. When the men returned
with their clashing, I don’t know, but I felt peace,
and angry all at the same time. My little ears could
never dream of something so pleasant that fell
near me. I have never seen, or heard anything
like it before. I could see light even with my eyes
closed with fear. A life less spider I was, silent.
Compulsed into silence. I was deaf. The man-giants
deafened me. The echo forever rings. The tones
of destruction sung. Bang bang, bing bing.
Scrape and tung, whisk and whask, over and over.

The surface that kept the foundation from washing
away from the rain was tore away piece by piece.
Men with furious force. Loudness crashed the gutters
below. This day was different, and all I thought
about was my duty. For generations, we held guard
of those relics. I believe that watch, a time sequencer,
and that picture of those five girls I awoke to every
morning will be always missed, and never the same
shall I be. Tales as far back as any of my ancestors
can remember about those five sisters, have been told
so many times that they have changed, many different
versions. So I believed I was safe from everything.
The peace and happiness way up high, near the sun
in this homes eave. I remember learning web wisdom,
and finally mastering it, altogether it lead to my post.
Many days ago have separated us. I do remember
the shaken ground, but those moments are silent now.
Concrete to me are man lands clashing with time
turning into canyons. But today I have no duties.
Now all I have is time to jump, and play, and to hope,
to not get washed away, or crushed, but only to be
splashed by a rain drop. I feel free, but I’ll always
be captured by those little girls faces, and tales.

Malachim Nectars of Sound: The All

THE GEARS

KEY – COLOR – ANGEL – APOSTLE – ZODIAC – BIRTH STONE

E – Blue Violet – Barbiel – James – Scorpio/Scorpion October 23rd to November 21st – Topaz

F – Violet/Purple – Advacheil – Thaddaesus/Jude – Sagittarius/Archer November 22nd to December 21st – Turquoise

F# – Violet Red – Ambriel – Simon – Gemini/Twins May 20th to June 20th – Pearl

G – Deep Red – Haniel – Judas – Capricorn/Goat December 22nd to January 20th – Garnet

G# – Red – Muriel – Bartholomew – Cancer/Crab June 21st to July 22nd – Ruby

A – Red Orange – Gabriel – Simon Peter – Aquarius/Water Carrier January 21st to February 19th – Amethyst

Bb – Orange – Vershiel – Andrew – Leo/Lion July 23rd to August 21st – Sardonyx

B – Yellow – Barchiel – James – Pisces/Fish February 20th to March 20th – Blood stone

C – Yellow Green – Hameliel – John – Virgo/Virgin August 22nd to September 22nd – Sapphire

C# – Green – Malahidael – Phillip – Aries/Ram – March 21st to April 19th – Diamond

D – Green Blue – Ariel – Thomas – Libra/Scales September 23rd to October 22nd – Opal

Eb – Blue – Asmodel – Matthew – Taurus/Bull April 20th to May 19th – Emerald

Brutal Poetry Against Atheists & Reason Furthermore a Battle Cry For Angels Take Flight

Narrated by _Hank Beukema

The Slingtionarious Wictionary is a book of designed words along with definitions and poems with the sketched words by the Poet John E. WordSlinger. He established himself as a Poet on the 15th of October of the year 1987, in Willow Springs, IL by writing poetry at a picnic, and since then he has written poetry, music, historical fiction, legal bills, and screenplays, furthermore words. Readers of John gave him the name WordSlinger, and called his work Slingtionarious. John came home early from roofing one day that day, and seen his street musician friend Mr. Landrum who was doing what he loves to do, and that was to play bongos and other percussion instruments to make a dollar on the streets of Seattle, and John stopped by listened for a while, and asked Michael if he would like to go to lunch, John was buying. Michael agreed and upon lunch, John had a couple of notebooks with him. Michael asked what they were. John replied one is a journal of my time here in Seattle, and one is poetry I ‘am writing. Michael asked John if he could read the poems, and John agreed. John was looking at everyone walk by outside, and after a while. Michael said, “Oh man, you are the ultimate WordSlinger, and that’s what I ‘am going to call you the WordSlinger”. John laughed and thought about and said, “I like that John E. WordSlinger.” In the year of 2008 of December John signed up on a online poetry website called originalpoetry.com as WordSlinger, and after about a year he earned a following for his poetry, and Poets noticed his signature poetry and more then that his designed words. The Poet MS. LaShell aka Tender Poison who has read many poems of Johns, and one day she left a comment, “You should start a Slingtionarious Wictionary.” So Elayne coined this delightful term for Johns’ talent. John loved this, and kept in his journals, and did just that, started ‘The Slingtionarious Wictionary,” Furthermore John collaborated with Poets from that Poetry website and two Poems are presented in this book. Collaborations with Malik Petterson and Kimberly Hillard. In this book of word sketches aka designed words and poetry. You will read of words created and poems written from the years of 2005 forward. This book also has Johns’ definitions of his word sketches. John calls all of his literary work, Nudged Sketches of Flighty Things.

Introduction By Dana Zoe Gest
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When I first ‘met’ John E. O’Hara in the summer of 2010, I had just started uploading my first poetry videos onto to Youtube. He wrote me to ask if he could place some in a playlist on his Channel for a group he founded, the ‘Poetry Train’. From the very first time I talked with John aka WordSlinger I was intrigued by his use of words. Absolutely a Gentleman speaking in a courtly manner, he also spoke with a kind of poetic shorthand where words moved around on a sentence and paragraph that could catch you by surprise, sometimes witty, sometimes inspired, some strange, but strangely and definitely his own. As I was to learn, there was a lot about John’s world that was decidedly his own, especially his vision of poetry, poets and the very future of its art.
John writes:
“o path, pathos i have seen, spiked not a dream
and beauty today gets more and more mean
lets remove the masks, rip them off if needed
show power, offend as beauty offends, to see
to be is to not be at all, withering on a loved ones lap”
– excerpt, ‘Timeless Beauty’
‘ My Human Leakage Test’
At the core of it all, John is sure about himself, his words, his love of them, and the words of others. With a decidedly Mid-western ethos, John works tirelessly at his craft and art. It isn’t useless effort or just an reflection of the life around him, it is about making every word he writes Stand on their own two legs: true content in a world where beautiful lan-guage can cover and hide the cliches and lack of meaning. Followed quick on the heels of his two previous releases, ‘Theater of Thunder’ and ‘My Human Leakage Test’ this third volume is a collection of poems with a bent of play-fullness intermingled with his always organ-ized work of storytelling flow. This book was fun to read, and delve further into the inner world of John WordSlinger, the conductor, sheriff and *Rick Grimes of our collective open poetry group known as the “Poetry Train’, where he invites the well-versed, the experimental and new practitioners of the art of Poetry to join him, and the rest of the group, on a personal quest of raising our poetic voices. I leave you to enjoy this book. It is the sum of John’s smile, wry humor and yet clear voice telling us his story. Don’t rush through it. Maybe, like myself, you have wanted to experiment a bit more. This is the book to Inspire one to further the adventure for yourself.
“Like all the promises i tried to keep
They turned into a frog and leaped
A 69 kiss, Oh my, am i deep
I’ve turned into a log and i dreeft”
Dreeft, p. 107
I want to personally thank you, John E. O’ Hara, for being a constant in my creative world these past six years. I hope it is for many more. To a friend, mentor, and colleague; Thank You.  _Dana Zoe Gest