Hands hold, faces face
Eyes embrace, distance dissolves
Time stops, love lingers.
Hands hang, faces warp
Eyes glare, bridges burn
Past crashes, time aborts.
Minds mangle, hearts abrade
Egos blaze, identity incinerates
Pledges perish, bonds break.
Road deserted, journey desolate
Present pines, future forlorn
Change reigns, time rues.
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September 25, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Categories:
abrade, change, relationship, time,
Form: Free verse
NEWS filled with RAPES and MOLESTATION,
there's something wrong with GOD'S creation.
Girl or boy,young or old ,no one gets spared.
People say that THIS WILL HAPPEN , be prepared.
I fear waking up in the morning ,
wondering who's family would now be MOURNING.
Errant people wander our streets day and night,
carrying an urge to attack vulnerable soul in sight.
A number of souls escaped the excruciating pain,
the torment their bodies suffered is worth disdain.
Humanity is fading , leading us to a dark place,
where if called out for help , none would show their face.
Prominent names infer these crimes as inevitable.
I would like to ask,could they be more reasonable?
Our distinguished laws and stiffen penal,
hasn't really established any fear.
Our country is in a deleterious situation,
reason being the lack of adequate erudition.
Hashtags won't MAKE THE GRADE,
Unity is what we need for it to abrade.
Categories:
abrade, abuse, age, anger, for
Form: Rhyme
I rose from my couch unhappy, as one of the dead,
Repose reluctant to join me,
My window shades enticed, to display a truth
So unnatural to refuse, I did abrade myself to look
There!
A black and white film alighting on my pear tree
Sweetheart - mockingbird
Glowing eyes and cheeky beak
Abandoning the gentle blossoms to the grass in flight
Quintessence of Life!
Picking and clawing, until satisfaction is complete
Brooding long, as I
Finding solace, as in clouds
The sun sending long shadows in the mail
Soon gathered my beloved to the fence's heel
As an actor moving behind an arbor curtain
So my dearest, no mock beheld,
No laughing beak, then turned to me - dictates
Forget not to challenge the world -
For joy and sustenance hide their rewards
Don't sleep just because the day seems to end
All are anxiously a-waiting to leap, fearful to fly
Though the sky entreats -"Go wherever!"
Don't be as they!
Who likely - may never discover
A bright, constant day.
Categories:
abrade, bird, garden, growth, hope,
Form: Free verse
When people ask me
“how are you”, I say “fine”,
a short reply but a huge lie,
because I am a walking hospital
where in every corner disease lurks,
from head to toe the list is below.
The head splits in hypertensive headache morning till night
One eye’s vision is hazy with AMD, the other’s with cataract
The red nose runs the whole winter with spells of sinusitis
The ears are blocked to near deafness by obstinate hard wax
The aching shoulders have been frozen long by spondylosis
The blocked heart paining in angina has two stents though
The stomach secretes burning acid more than necessary
The liver sends artery-full of LDL to the stenosed heart
The sluggish kidneys have built bags under the eyes
The bloated prostate breaks sleep thrice at night
The knee joints abrade painfully in osteoarthritis
The big toes swell red in ceaseless bouts of gout.
I am still walking my hospital,
searching for a patient doctor (GP)
who will take charge and cure me.
July 29, 2019
Contest : Writing Challenge 3, July 2019 - List
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Categories:
abrade, health,
Form: List
RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION
Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past crashes, time aborts.
Minds close, hearts abrade
Egos blaze on identity incinerated
Pledges wreck, bonds degrade.
Road deserted in journey to isolation
Past keeps the future shrouded
Time rues the ruins of transformation.
Written : February 24, 2018.
March 27, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice R, Any Form Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
abrade, relationship, time,
Form: Rhyme
WINTER
Winter creeps across the landscape
unfurls a blackness – an ivory drape
across horizon’s denied a shape.
Crystal eyes devoid of sight
Entombed within a soundless night
beneath the chill of withering blight
mourned by shivering candlelight
failing flicker - last hope mislaid
Aghast under pale moon’s charade
the howl-less drone of wolves abrade
the roots of its façade decayed
resist no more the frosts of fate
Tolling bells of long set date
the hands of time can’t abrogate
nor hasten time to shorten wait
Thus destiny extends her hand
Harsh guide across a barren land
erasing all that life had planned
not a request – a last demand
Winter creeps across the landscape.
©12/5/2017
submitted to – Rhyme Time III – Poetry Contest
Categories:
abrade, fate, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Take a number and pick a seat
How are you enjoying the heat
Welcome to the kitchen of hell
You will be here for a spell
Rotten meat and burning flesh
Hope you don't mind the smell
Smell of sulphur masks the fumes
Morbid screaming from the rooms
If you are abrade to die
Look around and you nay realize
We are all already here
Deep in the kingdom of all fear
So keep this close to mind
Before the hell you live in makes you lose your mind
You could go elsewhere if you keep your soul pure
If you embrace the heat you are dead for sure
Take a number for the kitchen the devil waits for you
Bring plenty of condiments for the capitalistic BBQ
We all already eat each other alive
So don't be abrade to take a bite
Don't follow others footsteps
Don't interrupt the neverending fight
Just sit back and watch the universe cook itself alive
Greed and hate will be the death of us
As we sit and wait
Sitting in hells kitchen
Embracing our ghastly fate
Categories:
abrade, dark, death, life, metaphor,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Decisions
Are Often
Choose Wrong, Suffer Long
Written: by Tom Wright
7-16-2016
No decisions that we’ve ever made.
Have come without attached cost;
Whether right minded or abrade,
Their ramifications are seldom lost.
We do our best when reaching choices,
And oft times sing another sad song.
Occasionally we pay heed to other voices,
And in choosing wrong we suffer long.
Categories:
abrade, destiny,
Form: Lyric
At a glance (glimpse)
To the average tourist
the wall is (was) the divide
between east and west
Checkpoint Charlie
the obvious choice
point of reference
almost irreverent
in its poignancy
To see the cultural divisions
needs close obs, more diligence
The guest workers from the east
restless from centuries of abuse
and ethnic cleansing
abrade against western ways
I hate you, I don't know why
I hate you but I do
surfaces at night and
the policing of this only adds to this
increases the tension
The Ufer bars, the nightclub
under counter guns and hand outs
of pills that could kill and do your intellect
are all part of this
In a harmonious kind of way
this melds and mashes and makes up
what is Berlin
a very lovable and culturally
diverse city.
Categories:
abrade, angst, appreciation, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Business adjuncts realities curve
the agitation resting on pure nerve
so downcast that the rule of faith's un swerve
whereas but cowardice, the vestige serve!
As so the storing of the time's abrade
self-centered, the reliance follows trade
that backing off relents to corporate made
and humankind becomes the instrument's blade!
So propitious in its dealing's staid
the future, waft of trial, becomes enslave,
buying grandeur, exclusively on parade
with world control, commensurate with aid!
This timeless art, chicanery's mistrust brave
that warning's deafened forecast, rules the grave!
Categories:
abrade, business
Form: Rhyme
I know a world of sadness in your grace
because in thee, I cannot trace
my own world's longing to embrace
some crudeness wronging, some deface.
Cantingly, subjects stronging with replace
of aptitude, and songing - happier days
that built hope's erstwhile thronging, not encased
with worries staid belonging's commonplace.
Oh love, beloved will - seek thought, not maze
from crippling entities programmed abrade.
That gift of life, of God, not lean-to craze
of modern tempo's struggling with self praise!
His gift of love, I know, with thee .. He made!
Categories:
abrade, love, longing,
Form: Rhyme