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Let there be light

The greatest minds are mocked and heckled, but are usually right. The greatest knowledge, is usually found, in the simplest places. Dreams if not a catalyst, to initiate the revelation of truth; often contain the truth. Look within for the golden chalice; the legendary “Grail”; you’ll find it wrapped in the “golden fleece”. Wisdom is gleaned in flight across the veil; no soul, seeking light, is abandoned to the dark. Mind comes from mind, returns to mind, lives in mind. The enlightened never use the word, can’t. If “ignorance is bliss”, skeptics must be the happiest creatures on Earth. The gift of denial never pays to light one single candle. Light is provided free, to the open mind; the greatest minds are the wires, through which, the human batteries are charged; universal mind initiates the transfer. The light in the darkness, the dreams that come true, should never be doused by the waters of ignorance.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

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A poem is never merely still born,
It has its creator's eyes,ears and nose
Yet,unique it lives  a life of its own
Independent,well able to stand alone;
On others it can,influence,affect
Energise,direct or initiate
A response,unforseen and immediate
Or lie dormant,yet not dead,but waiting;
Watered by another's mutual bond
resurrected,to live again,again.

Copyright © Brian Strand

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Interalphabetnet sex stew

Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intracacises that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for the next alias avenue of
pointless me procurement mauling an ongoing
onerous dildodate vis a vie in 
an engaging omnipresence of sextext no tact
spell ckeck chicshicshakplak no sense tic tac.
Talk? Walk? Balk? Chalk? Sue? Sulk? 
Dinosaur diligence posse with the senior
gestages gestulating, we r forevre 21 and ying yang 
dung. Yes, good f ing luck with that!! Look at your 
petridish parents and see what box u check to lid close
and abscond with the lost liberal leftovers. That
is you in reverse in a few carnal years after Hilter youth
children decide to screw us as the new 
generation which skewer post present parental postulates 
to the oldster outhouse outlets so u can be "youf" free. Little
do they notknow as they cumulatively co opulate 
that they set the stooge stage for no thanx ahole actions. 
The DOS does'nt fall from the Apple tree. Leave it, 
love it, learn it while ye may, the kid crisp cosmos of
offspring social dicktates are biting at your heartbeatbit 
empty elmo enterprises. Pause parenatal prenatal
preferences prepearing perinatal persons pretasking
postnatal practices, in which you have veno papa preparation.
Think before you For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge and Analyze
your ass-incarnate initiate. Borrow berofe u basterdize, 
condomize before u copu culminate, decide before
u dicktate, envision before u envy, fail before u foil, 
grasp before u germinate, halt before u hinder, 
illuminate before u illerate, jump before u jinx, 
kill before u keep, love before u lay, meaning before
moaning, neutralize before u now, obilerate before
u ooops! presence before predicament, quit before
quake, resilience before ridiculous, sanity before
sexusensuality, thinkth before u thumpth, utilize
before u unionize, victory before victimization, we 
before want, xx nor xy, zen before zeal. Pocket 
passion files fly in the face of ruined reason residules
to the point of pronounced perplextion plagued 
prominantly with no recall references to problematic 
protocals for near north normalicies in my buckeye
life measures of simpatico silly symbiosis sublime
of mini me monophile mucous made misdemeanor
milktoast memories. Pass go, collect $200.

Copyright © Dave Collins

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Endangered Trailblazing

Endangered Trailblazing
                                  by Odin Roark

Astride his father’s shoulders,
Like a double decker bus,
There was always what his father saw,
And the child’s gaze beyond.
They learned together
What their senses taught them of reality.

There were so many hills his father climbed,
The boy seeing what was ahead on horizons,
The father focused on firm footholds,
Following trusted forest imprints,
Relying on tradition’s habitude.

This father is long gone now.
This boy of shoulder wonderment
Has grown wise of rugged tracks
Leading to this day.

The day…

A stormy December afternoon
Staring through a digital lens
Atop a mid-town observation deck,
The boy now a man
Stares outs across a skyscraper landscape,
A winterous tundra his father never had to pioneer.

Realizing the Now of navigating
Relies little on the primitive tracks,
When plant,
Parts of the undeniable whole
Determined shelter and food,
Life and death.

The oft missing essence of success,
Impacts little of today’s aspiration,
Whose awareness respects not learned footprints,
Nor hardened determination
To stay true to a right direction,

All too often
Success honors but bushwhacked obstacles,
The opportunity to conquer any and all,
The razed aside,
Inert and live,
Banished and dead,
Leaving many to query
What lens can sharpen that which isn’t there?

Today’s existence is but yesterday’s ethereal presence,
Once preceded by integritous footholds/handholds,
The resplendent oneness of nature’s vast inner-connection,
Now all but buried beneath
A stumbling culture’s duplicitous stepping stones.

Tracks lead precariously to penthouse suites
Where an eagles nest is but a Britannica reference,
A redolent library book of often ignored history
Reminding a father’s boy
Staring through glass-layered revelation
That decisions need pondering past momentary reward,
That Nature’s swirling white layering the once wilderness of discovery
May be foreshadowing avalanche forces
Unrestrained in their ability to bury man.

Pulling his eye away from the telescope,
He considers a wind gust
Lifting snow daring not to confront the ground,
Choosing instead to swirl,
To levitate with perhaps man’s exhausted currents from below,
Struggling to rise through waning memory,
Trajectories of so many devoted fathers
Trusting honest trailblazing would never disappear.


Like the cyclic snows from on high,
Rising temperatures initiate their own revolution.
Endings return to beginnings
Nullifying load and weight.

Time’s undaunted sagacity knows
Once civilization’s latest aspiration expends,
Creation knows no better
Than to invent new trails,
New boys on father’s shoulders,
Tomorrow’s then and now…

Copyright © Odin Roark

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Dull As A Disease-win

Dull As A Disease

I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I do feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in apt flair
You look real as life, my amore mia.

When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
When I initiate to scribe  sonnet,
I see you duly embossed on the page.

Sighing, wry face, lips as dry as a leaf
Your green blue deep eyes upraised fully,
Neither the death kills me, nor does the life,
Your very silence eats my soul and body.

Dull as a disease, I die of a thought,
Do not you fancy the same as I ought?.

Date 21-10-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third place win
Contest: I Recall by Frank H.

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Amore Mio

I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,     
And behind the door I do feel your mien,  
When my poetic muse is in the air,    
You look real as life to me, “Amore Mio”.   

When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
 I initiate to scribe a sonnet,
And lo! I see you embossed on the page.    

Sighing, wry face, the lips as a dried leaf,     
Your greenish deep eyes upraised fully,
Neither death kills me, nor does lonely life,       
But your silence eats my soul and body.         

Numb as a disease, I die of a thought,
My love, don’t you sense the same as I aught?

A Shakespearian sonnet in Iambic Pentameter (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)

Contest: Loneliness            7Th place win

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Monarch Butterfly

hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new generations
as you travel 
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
to breed
a new generation
that will initiate 
the process for 
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
the monarch 
of butterflies

Copyright © john beharry

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Melancholy Sunrise

Darkness lays awake,
waiting upon her breaker.
The one that lies upon her and whispers to go,
leave behind nothing that you covered with your soul...
Yet she knows she does not need to hear these words
to initiate her departures; she could velvet herself 
and ghost over the world so simply.
like a cloth dip in red wine; enveloping the color,
but not savoring the need of intoxication.
She stays
wanting to feel his warmth,
wanting to feel his glow over her body,
that truly in a way, makes her disappear,
for the world forgets her till she comes again.
and again
and again
torturing herself, for every ray of light cuts her skin,
but she is not masochistic.
Why does she stay?
Why does she endure?
He's coming, slowly over her...

He Rises.
Rises in such an ill manner, That you would think
he would give up an descend once more.
once more so he could ponder and wish;
all more to the dreamer that stays asleep in his wake.
How he wants to be one of these creatures that get to roam
inside her skirt, laugh between her legs, and rest upon her bosom.
so much of it heat rises, why he still feels the need to cry...
He feels her fleeting, 
never ever seeing her, her known only by his touch.
His eyes stay close needing, pleading, seething,
just to see 
just to see her
He stands fully now and the world is smiling,
but he is not.

Copyright © Jessica Arteaga

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Life Beyond

                              Life Beyond.

Being in love allowed her to listen to her heart today and enter 
willingly into the outside world that is full of life & love. It will allow
her to face her fate before its to late.

Being in love allowed her to create an imagination to initiate her
identity and appreciate her destined lover no matter how much 
she`ll debate oppose engage or calculate she will rejoice to have 
a life with him.
Being in love will allow her in the future not to refrain her 
destiny allow it to move on its own rate as worry anger and hate 
will not exist only joy with her worthy lover will allow the snow blow 
them towards each other to embrace their effortless love.

Being in love will depend on how she will regain her
sovereignty nourish her heart to turn towards her
ideology idolize her creativity applaud and welcome an 
appeal to become two persons of steel as she wouldn't 
want to die alone around a fountain only with the sound 
of the water drops. 
Being in love will allow them to walk to the end of the 
bay find a bank to stay distinguish the thousands of stars 
watch over them as a life beyond can still feel 
and look beautiful.

Being in love will allow her to ask herself if she can take the 
chance to grow up fast have the power of their love lead 
them to that mountain peak build that home to spend 
their endless nights in love with the stars above. 

Being in love will allow them to run towards their dreams 
show everybody how powerful they become when in love 
surrender to their souls throughout the night when they do,
they will never hesitate but long to belong to spoil each other 
listen and feel how they could find a way to satisfy their needs 
with yearning eyes and tremendous respect.

Being in love tenderly she will whisper what a gift they
are to one another they will adore each other they will feel 
how they could discover each other and look forward for a 
future together never to leave as both of them now cant 
ever survive without one another including the blazing
stars straight towards them from above.
Being in love and not wait to allow their souls walk together 
hand in hand during that long journey, talk words of love 
words to fill their own desires words that can never be replaced 
being in love will allow them not to leave a trace to be found
for a while to become lovers with a strong passion enlace 
their bodies to live the beyond as one.

Once they get older they will give up their last breath 
while breathing each others names.

 Therese Bacha                               

Copyright © Therese Bacha

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I've been to many places.
     Seen so many things.
This is where I'll stay, my friends,
     Where the bell of freedom rings.
But let me tell a story,
     Of bells in other lands.
And how they cracked and crumbled,
     From the weight of tyranny's hands.

Built with truth and honesty,
     Ringing pure for years.
The people were the sovereigns,
     Their status very clear.
But then the tone was changing.
     A few were quite upset.
Understanding government
     Can be their greatest threat.

The servants said, "The tone is off!"
     "We'll fix it if we can.
We'll initiate a bureau
     To carry out our plan,
And tax you just a little more
     For work that must be done."
The timbre slowly getting worse.
     The process had begun.

The people were oblivious
     To changes being made.
The bell was slowly cracking
     And higher taxes laid.
A private corporation
     Controlled the currency.
The gold was taken from them
     Along with liberty.

Soon the people asked for help,
     They could not stand the weight.
The bell was falling swiftly,
     To be destroyed, it's fate.
And they became the servants
     That swept up the remains,
Of the bell that fell on hallowed land
     And truth that it contains.

The thought of being sovereign?
     For a few, a memory.
But most do not remember 
     Of ever being free.
They struggle, and the simple things
     Are now a luxury,
And those that pull the puppet's strings,
     Control their destiny.

Copyright © Robert Nehls

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speechless spoken word Artiste


Speechless Spoken Word Artiste
So if my vocal folds can ’ t collaborate to
produce sounds to communicate loudly to
your beautiful mind that I have an endless
mission of loving you, can ’ t there be any
mere articulation in my vocal tract to do
that? What are my tongue , lips , alveolar
ridge, hard palate and velum doing ? I
never knew that emotions could shut my
speech tract . How I wish my speech tract
could connect to my heart , so that I can
give you a cord of love inserted into my
heart, for you to put it into your ears and
listen to the words my heart says because
I am speechless . I had it in my mind to tell
you that you are beautiful , eloquent , and
charming . When I drew nigh , I decided to
start with the word ‘ lady ’ to show some
decorousness . But I realized my lungs
couldn’ t even initiate the airstream for my
glottis to either widen or narrow to cause
my vocal tract to produce the voiceless
and voiced sounds in the two syllable
word, let alone the nine . Should I comply
with those who say action speaks louder
than words , so that I can gesture for you
to get the feelings better ? I thought I was
one who could speak like a parrot, but I
am now sliced before you like carrots . But
what could make a spoken word artiste
speechless apart from the abnormal ? OK !
Let ’ s try establishing causality . The
moment I saw you, you blinked your eyes,
so probably that muted me. So if you
could do that again , it may set me free.
Don’ t wait for me to tell you that you can
cause distraction . Don’ t go near a podium
mounted by a performer , lest , you will
cause distraction . Because that image you
carry isn ’ t what you think. Not even a
mermaid , more than strange. Please set
me free because you are gradually
becoming ‘ head of Medusa ‘ , rays from
your eyes are communicating with mine
and making me motionless like lot ’ s wife
is Sodom and Gomorrah . I came out of
volition but it is now at your discretion to
let me go, so please take off your eyes and
set me free


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Love and Science

Who says,?
Love has nothing to do,
?With science.

Loving someone is like,
?Being pulled by the gravity,?
You fall even harder,?
When the strength climbs,?
Without the pull,
?You will be floating,?
With no direction.

Cuddles will act,?
Like thermal equilibrium,
?Love can spread,
?From one another,?
Till no more nett of change,?
And both are equally love deranged.

To love,?
Like The Newton’s Third Law of Motion,?
Is so special,
?Because it will always be,?
For every action,?
There’s an equal opposite reaction.

But life is more like,?
The Circular Motion,?
It needs friction,
?To initiate the movement,?
And the centripetal force,?
Is the one that is kept,

And who says,?
That love,?
Has nothing to do,?
With science.

Copyright © Tiara Mazua

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Symbolic Sycamore Maple-w

( A Shakespearean Soonet - with 14 syllables- rhyming abab,cdcd,efef,gg)

My balcony was covered by a huge sycamore tree,    
My constant companion during the snowy Maple days, 
Memories come as insects around a flowering tree     
Turning my gloomy days into that of glorious days.     

First candid approach in medicine to initiate,
Hippocrates sat under sycamore tree to explain, 
As Buddha sat under the Bodhi tree to meditate, 
Nirvana or the enlightenment of mind to attain. 

Father Cavanaugh aptly called it ‘The tree of vengeance’, 
Othello’s Desdemona sat sighing by sycamore, 
Flying to Egypt Virgin Mary rested under once, 
Known to be as crann ban “money tree” in Iris folklore. 

To demystify health care and known to personalize, 
My sycamore exists to socialize and poetize. 

Fifth place winner in

Contest: Shakespearean or English Sonnet in honor of John freeman

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta

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Bran the Blessed a variation on a Cyhydedd Fer (Welsh traditional form)

Where Lud gave wing, Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old, gift Druid hand.

Shadow depth seek, sharp sable beak,
pierce psyche veils when prophets speak,
messenger calls through ancient halls
where Raven reigns the Tower walls.

Fey healer fly, the night-world sky
initiate Ovates nigh,
beckoning deep, iconic keep,
hark Raven calls to dreamless sleep.

Where Lud gave wing Blessed Bran doth sing
true oracle the visions bring,
from midnight’s land, bear burning brand
the Queens of old gift Druid hand,
the Queens of old gift Druid hand.

Copyright © Krow Fischer

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a little ration

Heat my heart I hear a hero
this soul soothed, stilled, and silenced
golden, growth, gave me a guru
within, wild, waiting to whisper
I inclined, initiate impossible
imagine infinite isn't so infamous
IMHO SMH serves no justice
TKO LOL no need omega
delighted to deliver dharmic direction
self-appointed steward of selfless
practiced not perfect, positive portions
critical for compassionate connections
we, world, will win, with unity
culture continues to counter crosses
mediated meeting my middles merciful
If you think you know then answers pass by
not one mind built this vision
landmine lands filled with landfills
minus minding multiple menaces
covet care cause its a rare case
corporate ladder, or conscious staircase
choices chastised, for coursing courageous
caring contagious, counting on cowards
evils aired aren't left faceless
sights for sure are sore from wayside
be the change to see a day is seized
stay cold-hearted and this place will freeze

Copyright © Davin Payne

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My Roots

My Roots

As dark as charcoal-as dark as rich soil of Africa -
Is the core of my traditional and beliefs – it’s obscure
Knowing that deep beneath my skin, soul and spirit is hidden the lineage
My unborn children and the forgotten ancestors–I cry and search for 
The battle between my ancestors and my offspring is exploding within my soul
Ancestors are battling and asking –will your children remember us, our names
Pardon me, your seer of spirits and custodian of our culture–chant to ancestors  
I beg you to utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors 

You that lay beneath my skin – you that runs in my veins 
Speak to me grandfathers, how did express love to your wife
Grandfather what was the root of your faith and how did you pray - 
Before the white man told you who your God should be – please initiate me
It will be outrageous if my children will perform rituals to the god of this modernization
Grandfather what was your secret of longevity–this generation is perishing prematurely 
What was the root of your morals and how did you humble yourself before your architect 
Did you also share the calabash of good traditional wine to your neighbors because -
 I live in a greedy and selfish generation, who would even poison their neighbor to get everything 
I beg you; you bear of children-utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors

 Our roots will not revive or remembers themselves – unless we chant them
Who cares in this careless age – no roots just rotten, no fears just fictions –
I care so much of my roots, traditions, beliefs – so I dig deep within so I may feel related again
Your children will not remember you if do not teach them to value your roots and beliefs
Sit around the fire, sit around the dinner table, tell them your roots, your identity and your pride
I can hear my father, grandfather and great grandfather saying my son certain things are worth not forgotten – they are like tree leaves and roots that will heal your running stomach
It is a taboo to ignore what will sustain your society morality, values, ethics and beliefs
 I beg you; you bear of children-utter to this generation the ancient path to our ancestors

By Anthony Ngabwe (Tony The Poet)@2015

Copyright © Anthony Ngabwe

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You welcome differences

I initiate
I give
You will back your work

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell

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If Thought

If (all) thoughts are words
To (easily) come by exactly
As internally initiate,
Believe me, no word thinks,
Will go un-remind.

- Abdulhafeez Oyewole.

For: Giorgio Veneto's 
"Laconic Verse I" 

Copyright © Abdulhafeez Oyewole

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An Alien Reports Human Contact

An Alien Reports Human Contact

By Elton Camp

A UFO pilot informs his superiors

The planet with bipedal life forms teems
Their lives depend on an object, it seems

Which, in their possession, they keep
Except at the times when they sleep

As soon as they begin to rove around
It will emit a strange electronic sound

To their ear opening they will press
In speech sounds began to address

Although it might seem rather odd
It may be how they worship their god

They talk a bit and then there’s a break
Perhaps from their god instructions take

A signal, the life forms needn’t wait
But communication can also initiate

They enter numbers and press Send
Once more, their worship may begin

A planet with intelligence so low
Is no place that our race should go

To come here, no profit can bring
From them we can’t learn a thing

Copyright © Elton Camp

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If-For Relationships

If a fruit's peel scraped, yields its zest,
     may my love be the juice of
     the most opulent orange?

If so much as a glance can initiate passion,
     may I look upon your beauty
     and dream of sharing all tomorrows?

If an embrace be a sign of affection,
     may I cling to you as a newborn clings
     to their Mother?

If tears grant absolution,
     may mine be a river, where our lives
     float serene, on waters of peace and hope?

If the light from one's eyes be a sign of joy,
     then yours are radiant, shimmering stars
     in a clear night sky.

If one's touch can convey security,
     may I place my hand in yours until
     I pass from this life?

If life truly be a journey,
     may I take each next step at your side?

                                                 If-For Relationships
                                                 8-7-14 b.b.

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn

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I will not reverse My gifts

I initiate
I give

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell

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Loved One

My only love each day I rise up
My only love I class a prize
The only person I can implore
The only human I do adore 

Like a promise of love I see
Those eyes they initiate love in me
For in those eyes there’s only love 
Which I think echoed from above

My only love is locked inside 
My only love my ecstatic bride
So it goes it will accrue
Never ending for only you are true

My only loved one may I please 

Copyright © Owen Yeates

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Where would we be, without clouds

Clouds, do have their fun; rolling along on waves of air, how they love to present challenges. A favorite game of cloud-charades, made harder for us humans by morphing hints. Spirits love charades with clouds; my late sister, an artist, loves to paint angels in the clouds; she waits for me to look upwards and decipher her messages. Cotton candy bears are never grumpy; they happily morph, into favorite pets or cartoon characters, just to evoke a smile. Working cloud-puzzles, feeds the muse and heals writer’s block. God created clouds, to fuel imaginations. Without clouds, what would initiate the dreamers dreams? Without dreamers…well… thank Heaven for clouds.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser

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do i dare

Do I dare?
As years passed, I continued to wonder
Haunted by a silent question
Buried at the back of my head, is a lifetime quest for answers
Lurking in my subconscious, Is a lifetime of shadows
Masked in deep shaded silhouettes 
Caught up in a maze of illusions
A space were pieces of my life laid buried
Loaded with decades of uncertainty
What do I dare to call him?
The one I know only from memories
Like a ghost, he roams behind closed doors
Exists in a parallel universe
Masquerading in my dreams
Disappears and appears at random times
I had worshiped him, and his unwillingness to conform
Fascinated by his magic tricks
Abra cadabra, he vanished just as quickly
Snatched away by the world of the unknown
Never really knew him, acquainted only with his visage
He lives in my fantasy land
What should I call this man?
He remains a mystery
He with no care in the world
The first to initiate me into the grownup world of heartbreak
To teach me of unbearable sorrow and disappointment
It is he that brought me great despair
Partook in my bearing, but showed me no mercy
He wounded me, preparing my heart for a long battle ahead
Stealing my precious childhood
As I spend my life’s journey walking on splinters of broken glasses
Like a wounded soldier, I bore old scars
With bible verses, scripted on my soul
I now thread carefully through life, running away from all that reminds me of him
Struggling to leave his shadows behind
As I now embody his vile illness
With a heart that has turned to decay
Do I dare call him father?
He took advantage of my innocence, toyed with my vulnerable nature
He is the cause of my masked loneliness
Like a wet sponge, I had absorbed his ways
Floundering through life like a mythical creature
Blundered by his lies and broken promises
And all I was seeking was his validation
But in his absence he deemed me unworthy
For so long I kneeled as he ordered
Like a gospel, I followed his every command
Yet, he constantly broke the vows he swore to keep
Do I dare call him father?
The man whose heart had grown as cold as stone
He that watched me wither away to his very eyes
As I made my slow fall from grace

Copyright © Rebone Masemola

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Mandela In You

Mandela In You

I scanned into your entire writ
I perceived an unremitting wit;
There’s a Mandela in You,
Oozing from your daring script;

Loaded with a spirit of sacrifice
To eradicate mundane malice
There’s a Mandela in You,
That resonates in your artifice!

A Fighter for Mankind’s thrall,	
Equality for gender and for all
There’s a Mandela in You
Reprimanding: Divided We Fall!

Peace is in your daring hand
Which you staunchly defend
For, Mandela in You says
“No to Civil Wars in our Land!”

Women also need their space
Enough to powder their face
There’s a Mandela in You
Lending impetus to their pace!

Antipathy, aloud do denigrate
Which Warmongers do initiate
There’s a Mandela in You,
With a smile that doesn’t fail;

It intones when Spirit is weary
Shining when the Sky is dreary
There’s a Mandela in You
Painting Blue the Sky so bleary!

Write, write, your mantra write
Let revulsion be in your write	
For, there’s a Mandela in You
Pleading for Humanity to Unite!

Dedicated to Zimbabwean Poet, Wilson Mapfumo upon being inspired by his Poem: Cry Africa.


14th Oct’ 2013

Copyright © Joseph Matose