I Walk Midnight Arena All Alone
O' chalice of the world, mystical sphere
Treasures born from ancient raided castles
What of palid crescent moons hanging low
And the broken arm of heart's rabid fear.
Of smoky Indian jade and silver lace
Our God the Painter, seeing deaf and blind
This savage earth is it truly our place.
Dare we peer through the racing universe
Dancing forth forever and forever
Zeus in anger and Hermes in full flight
Gold cup, silver spoon and weather at June
And the venom in a witches dark curse.
Seeking the precious Grail, left behind
Sacrilege, the holy churches sweet wine
Odin in armor drunk as Cooter Brown
Is there true truth and dear love I could find?
I walk midnight arena all alone.
This wind does so chill, deep to the bone.
Robert J. Lindley, 18 verse sonnet
OCT 17TH 1973
The purpose of this exercise or test
Is to assess your own individual
limit's of excess
And if you are 1 of the last standing
at the end
You are a shoe in for the job
After that there is a small case of
a swearing in welcoming ceremony
Then your skills will be put to good use
In the matter of the dark arts & craft
arena
My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories, not wished to share
Here I go again, another visit
Into the elderly homes, we wish not
A sunny day, another gathering
Carers working, making things happen
Those in wheelchairs, still smiling
Others in mobile beds, unsure of the happening
A talk by an ancient, born 1917
Strong voice, begging to be heard
Wartime memories, clear as a bell
The telling of a visit into hell
Strong voice, sharing memories
Some good, others not so
I look around the room
Half the listeners, into their snooze
On and on, goes the story
Death and glory, hand in hand
How can you tell such a sad command?
Bravery, such as only you can understand
Bodies of men, only families know
Story goes for one hour
Comment from teller, end is near!
Carers sob quietly, hidden words
Room is quiet as never before
I leave this place, memories flooding
If there is a being, ruling the happenings
Make me safe, send me happiness
Ancient tales slashed our vineyard,
We were the bloodshed of love...
Cupid fleshed our hearts.
Austere eyesights.
Fierce catch upon your mark,
Am your prey in the love arena...
I escort this frugal lover.
His achillean personality enchants every man,
I am the residue of my manhood...
Close the cishet doors,
Let the cue tip-off,
You will be my man besides the world.
Two kings for a kingdom.
In the arena of vice, the man of virtue fell
Was an intrepid gladiator with God's sword in hand
Ready to die was for all of the evil to expel
Gallantly kept fighting till iniquity left the land!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 January 2018
THE POLITICAL ARENA
One politician is old and senile
Another is a reputed pedophile
The media tries to make President Trump
Look like a foolish uncaring chump
Hoodlums run rampant wherever they please
And touted as heroes instead of sleaze
Some would have America believe
These gangsters should be given reprieve
The greatest nation on earth is in turmoil
With these acts committed on American soil
But a day of reckoning is at hand
We need to ask God to heal our land
The people who doubt that God's in control
Are in danger of losing their very soul
When they succumb to their death knell
And end up in eternal hell
Then for them, it'll be too late
They'll never enter the Pearly Gate
But those who place their trust in God
Will walk streets of Gold where Angels trod
Curtis Moorman
2 September 2020
Just got back from Manchester Arena
Went to go and see Depeche Mode live in Concert
In what was only a few months back
A suicide bombers graveyard
A crime scene for taken departed teens
But tonight the only screams
Were of unbridled joy
I only pray the dead can hear
That they still live in here
And feed off the love
Of the fan's and band who play
Every clapping hand stomping foot
I hope they approve
I hope they have found peace
I hope they look over the living
I hope they are in paradise
I hope it was worth your sacrifice
I hope you enjoyed tonight as much as I did
The show must go on
And your memory will never be gone
If your even vaguely religious and
think God is the creator.
Kneel, clasp your hands together and pray
because I need the answer,
why the hell is there Cancer?
It has no regard for age,colour or creed.
What is the thinking behind this indiscriminate disease?
If you get a response please tell me please.
R-ising sun twenty-fourth January
O-pens the day with light;
S-hadows have disappeared,
E-arly morn sets things aright.
C-oal clouds and haze
A-re both nowhere in view;
M-ist and fog fade away,
B-lack sky becomes blue.
O-pen your life to beacon,
N-ever hide your aura;
G-o and start watching
G-ames at the Philippine
A-rena.
N-ew star firmly shines to go
O-n at the old space arena;
V-iew in the firmament
A-mazes the eyes in euphoria.
M-illion mirth and rapture
A-re brought by the star;
G-lint gives excitement,
T-wenty-third September.
I-n the middle of the night,
B-eaming moon shares the ray;
A-live and awake are the gazers,
Y-awning mouths fade away.
G-leam firmly shines to go on
U-sually at the old space arena;
R-elieving the pain and ache
A-s you possess a good aura.
N-ew star firmly shines to
G-o on at the old space arena;
O-pening the big celebration, to start off with no drama.
A-ttractive star in the sky
R-eappears every eventide,
E-ager to truly brighten
N-othing but the lane so wide.
A-nother steady twinkle comes from the huge nebula,
S-tar firmly shines to go on at the old space arena.
In that arena couples fight
Against infidelity, dishonesty…….
Many have fought but lost
Yet many still join the spot
But when love wanes
They totter to demise
As their opponents smell victory
Characterized by the early settlement
of the San Bushmen of the Kalahari.
Its patriotic sentiments of profound bravery
echos the nation’s long struggle for independence
well articulated and expressed in the psalm of Axali Doeseb.
This second to the least overpopulated territory
is home to the continent’s tallest elephants
and the endangered black rhino.
It houses the world’s oldest desert
with a display of the globe’s highest sand-dunes.
Quadruple medals from Frankie Fredericks,
remarkable atmospheric space for astronomers and star gazers,
spectacular deserts in the Kalahari and Namib
and the emanating awe from the Namib-Naukluft park
are national prides fixed into global glories.
Next after the Grand canyon is the Fish river counterpart
but the Dragon’s breath stands tall in the globe’s underground lakes.
Populates the most in free-roaming Cheetahs,
accepts nature’s curse of the historic Northern coast
and the sun’s blessing in over three hundred days every year.
‘peace be still’ is the definition of its pride
but still not exempted from the painful whip
afflicted by the demon enslaving its mother- region.
Como un granito de arena ' que se derrite
Con los rayos del " Sol" que calentando estan
Se derrite mi corazon , hecho de hielo,
y por el mundo entero,como lluvia caeran .
Una lagrima que brota de mis ojos ,
Por el otro lado del mundo, la veras caer,
Porque tu me heriste en cuerpo y alma'
Mas sin perder la calma, yo te quise mujer .
Como un Lucero' que brilla en el cielo
Desde el horizonte lejano, yo te vi llegar
Flotando sin tu cariño en la nave del olvido ,
A ti mujer te pido, que te dejes amar .
Como el " Aguila' que vuela por el aire
Con sus ojos agudos,buscando su presa esta,
Para satisfacer su orgullo,y muy presumido
A ti igualmente yo te pido,que te dejes cazar .
Pasaran miles veranos y primaveras,
Pero tu amor,yo siempre recordare
Porque tu amor me enseño a vivir
Y es por eso que siempre te " Querre'
Porque es que yo te quiero y te amo?
Te quiero porque eres todo para mi,
Te amo ,porque has hechado raices " en mi alma'
Y le has traido la calma a mi ser.
Un amor como el tuyo, para mi inseparable'
Dulce cariñoso,mas inigualable
Como los besos "eternamente Inolvidables,
Que en nuestro nido de amor, yo contigo comparti .
He steps into the ring pristine
From thousands of hours training
Featuring a sleek, lightning speed to match
Dynamic power punches and delivery
But all that is a secret
The opponent comes in unknowing
Facing off to determine
The nature of the challenge
Two fighters tangle
First softly, like gentlemen greeting
This is not barbaric blood lust
They tease and taunt
Getting the crowd on the rims of their seats
Good money is thrown to view
Adversaries compete in their element
In the first round, they dodge and weave
Ducking single power blows
Getting by on body shots
Round two, our boxer comes alive
All his muscles stretched and poised
He delivers magnetic combinations
In this charismatic tour de force
Stripping the combatant of his wits
The two gladiators dance
But clear favor is bestowed
In the third round
The opponent puts up his best onslaught
Throwing caution to the wind
He is wounded and emergency spins
Our fighter withstands the last death march
And puts him down
With a power packed uppercut
Flesh hits the ground
The ring official draws the curtain
And the crowd goes raucus
hot is the noon sun
melting flowers in the mud…
arena cheers for raw blood
I glare at my foe
his dagger raking bruised knee
…weight of life upon my shield
fierce blow cracks his neck
rudis pressed on stained chain mail…
breath smelling of freedom’s prize
audience casts flowers
thumbs hunger for next combat
more slaves to kill… but not me.
©
*rudis---when a gladiator is set free as a slave
after a bout, he is given a wooden sword,
named rudis.
For Amy Green’s Choka for Chokehold
By nette onclaud
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