Pomegranate
Careful, tentative and delicate tips shiver over the forgiving skin
Shell barring the bloody body of the fruit
Only condemned to,
consumption
Bruising without protest
Its sweetness not asked for - only expected
Though some things are more beautiful broken
“Restoring beauty from decrepitness
fulfills the heart with treasured happiness.”
_by Poet
Decrepit was a table we once owned,
part of our living room so long ago,
left in the home, my Dad, in time, had sold.
After my Mom had passed, he let it go
with other matching pieces, later sold
by the new owners, barring this one piece
left at the curbside, mixed with other trash.
I saw this, and my heart could find no peace.
Dilapidated, shabby, and decayed
our antique table, which my Mom adored,
was left unguarded in a leaky shed-
abandoned and exposed- so poorly stored.
I placed it in my trunk and drove away
to meet a friend with fine restoring apt.
I knew he'd make it look as good as new;
decrepit to a polished look, adapt.
It soon appeared as I remembered it;
restored into a lovely work of art.
I do embrace it as my mother's gift.
This heirloom has returned to never part.
Hurricane Trump when made landfall
The commotion spelled heavy toll --
His big-ticket orders
Flashed red on the borders,
Watches he in triumphs
Wickets fell around stumps,
Sure, warming was ne’er more global.
_______________________
Happenings |36.01.2025| humour, USA
Note: On the very day he took presidential oath, Trump signed a slew of executive orders: exiting WHO and Paris Accord, national emergency on southern border, visa curbs, barring asylum, et al. He almost issued a global warning, and the warming never looked more global.
So sorry I’m late, honey … I was busy barring the unforeseen
the world a playground
parents arms our nest
school was fun too
barring the weekly test
measles and mumps
mother tended with care
flame of love vibrated
heart vibrant and aware
our fontanel was open
we communed with God
but when we shared this
we but got a careless nod
we knew then we are soul
encased in body-mind
it took time to realise
to truth others were blind
counselled by elders
light of our soul became dim
taught to be street smart
God called but we forgot Him
looking back we now see
it was as meant to be
even though we seem bound
our soul is always free
A shy sun
plays peek-a-boo
with clouds
clogging the sky;
and barring its path.
Dyed in shades
of grey;
they gather
like sheep,
clustering
overhead;
grazing on blue skies.
And soon, melancholy
tears,
morph into raindrops.
Frozen cold blizzard storm raining;
Icicles prism form changing;
Winter breath caresses heat is gone;
nature's present thawing adjoin;
---Barring snow flakes torn
~
Climate change such relief when gone;
3:00 pm heats rises amidst ascension;
Shorten are those days light levered long;
Blizzard storms white lights concentration;
---Winters rain snow storms
1/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2024
I used to think about the times we had.
I would dwell on it and then end up sad.
Because those days were one of the happiest of mine.
But you know what they say, everything good leaves with time.
If it was meant to last then you would have stayed.
Because God’s plan is perfect in every single way .
As long as I live I’ll look fondly on my past.
Enjoying the memory’s, knowing life moves on so fast.
Because before I know it I’ll be old and turning gray.
And I’ll look happily on this moment remembering today.
For what happens today will be a memory tomorrow.
So I will try to stay happy and forget all my sorrows.
This life of mine always moves along too fast .
Making my happiest days only something of the past.
For as new days come barring smiles and hugs.
The yesterdays go leaving only memories of love.
Once your pain gets put on display
for the perusal of the world;
a broken heart
devastates dreamers,
as reality sinks in.
Love cannot be granted;
it can only be accepted or rejected.
And there are no simple answers
or shortcuts past the pain or shame
it may leave in its wake, should it move on.
Truth confronts lies and hopes
in their totality;
with a wanting heart.
And yet, empty promises
roll off the tongue
as they drift quietly into memory;
slipping into oblivion without making a sound.
A wounded soul is slow to heal;
for forever feelings, fester,
within subconscious dreams.
You come to grips with your fear;
however, the pain lingers;
and so, you wall off your heart,
barring love from ever entering it again.
"Nobody favors a share ...
for sins I bear,
no one cares.
Now that the appointed hour pines faintly,
I stand in lights grace, a shadow no more,
barring lives in my wake and none before.
My cup did run over, right into me,
and spilt nothing,
and as I saw the empty cup,
I prayed.
Do tell, 'What does absence appear to be?'
Shunned by God as a void cataloged life.
Does it take some sordid form?
If so, be it horridly misshapen,
and be there a face that pulls night's veil,
luring darkness to hide its shame,
thus causing sleepless nights forevermore.
A son and brother were I and then a husband,
later, a father ... a family's man, thought I?
Benevolence accommodates me naught,
for charity had tipped over its cup.
Hopes I join with lives once shared,
those times when I was happy."
Suffocating from their world, breathe dark—
Block in the orbiting around each other’s heart;
Hidden the face, barring like glass,
Rather than pull the reverse of an upturned mask.
Granite waxes high, to fill the rim within,
Mute even as the maddening tears sink in.
Their stares break upon my stony back—
Cannot be met when I face this pass.
But from inside, comes a deep white rose bloom—
Open in my throat, but there to
Cut; share in a writhing thorn—
Where a chunk of the flesh is torn.
I can breathe when I go to your parlor
Through your smile, verbose speech,
Snow white teeth, fleshy skin, sweating
I can breathe thoroughly, coz love sheer
I can breathe when I go to the fresh nature
Hearing birds chirping, walking under the
Cloudy shadow, hearing river’s rhythm
With fountain falling norm I breathe fair
But I can’t breathe when I go through myself
Where I find varied customs of discrimination
Where I make an abode of hatred, vengeance
Barring love where I care so-called patrician pelf
I’m breathless in the reign of apartheid humanity
Breathless I’m dead alive to take taste my destiny
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
30/01/2023
Just before release
He was frozen in time
Releasing those standards being captured
Just before the sun so rises
Glory, shuns over the horizon
Barring darkening darks soul
Sun star planet flares just before release
Blood running down the streets
Just before the release
Darkness swollen up by pin of light
Just before the release
Balloons free stand held in hand by human fingers
Burning in Hell fire wanting a finger dipped in water
Just before release
The Waters Rivers, lakes, oceans and creeks and ponds
Give up evaporations
Drops of moisture pellets
Rain storms roar, rain falls
Night goes, night comes
Just before release
Bittersweet
11/23/2022
For Just before release Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Me: "Have you ever pondered the shadows of why you exist?"
Shadow: Because you wanted a friend who was not a gist?
Me: I value your bond while aiming to be alone.
Shadow: Yes, I hope you'd agree, you lack a hand sans bone?
Me: You responded, but it was needless.
Shadow: You wanted to vent without feeling helpless.
Me: You appear most vivid in direct sunlight.
Shadow: Yes, I believe that when I am having the most delight.
Me: You were in a never-ending need to talk.
Shadow: You didn't stop going because you would walk.
Me: When it's dark outside, I truly miss you.
Shadow: It's when I'm with you the most. All is dark and true.
Me: So many thoughts for this pondering ear.
Shadow: But I'm only a shadow that can't even hear.
Me: After barring my soul, I awaited a reply.
Shadow: Again, I'm a shadow, so I can't say for sure why.
Me: It is difficult to be on your own in this world.
Shadow: Yet, in your company, I feel safe in my household.
Written: November 18, 2022
Dialogue Proficiency Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Imprisoned
They robbed me of time,
controlled me by their lenses
censored my opinions
took my rights away
mere men speculating
ignorant kings from central casting
spoke for simpleton from the Labs
convincing me of “Experimental” concoction
for which i must not sue.
They Robbed me of time,
shamming me for my choice
Taunting me with divisive tags
unvaxx unfit to live
They shut me in like a prisoner
Because i chose freedom
deny my right to move and travel
to gain control of my body
These experiment has failed
Yet they do not care,
Pharmaceutical toying with life
and Ignorant Dictators colluding
These Fascist
rode on our collective serendipity
Turned dictators
barring us like a plaque
discriminated
restricted
Denied
Abused
deprived
Banned
denigrated
Shamed
Coerced
Because i chose freedom
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