Best Circulated Poems
Winds were among first to notice
Fragrant air blowing fresh breeze
Stemming from your pristine vicinity
Extolling prospects of your visit,
Announced by the birds in flight
Message circulated far and wide
Into the emerging scenic twilight
Pushing far away the opaque skies,
Cotton clouds then adorned charm
Scattered in ways of scenic art form
In orange hues peeking from blue
Amid aerial vistas painted for you,
Sprinkling rays on mosaic colors
Layers of fabric spun florid display
Anxious for you to take your step
Into this arena of majestic stage,
But all that passion suddenly erased
Prompting egress of darker motifs
When sun plunged below horizon,
Dismayed that you never showed up.
April 12, 2018
Placed first in contest 515 by Brian Strand
Men say there are no absolute truths...
The Truth
Man can govern himself. He just doesn’t have the ability to do this successfully.
The Truth
There is one God. He has a name. He has a son. Their names are different.
The Truth
When you die, you are dead - not ghosts. It is that simple. That’s it, for now…
The Truth
Even though humans die, we were never meant to. We were designed for a time
without end.
The Truth
The most circulated book in the history of Man must be more than a “book.”
The Truth
Happiness can be attained, even in a completely miserable place.
The Truth
There is no such place as a fiery Hell of torment, except in pagan mythology.
The Truth
There is a Heaven. However, its purpose is not what you think.
The Truth
The meek shall inherit the Earth.
The Truth...
...is not that far from you.
The harbor gave a dim illumination,
lampposts vaguely penetrating the dark water.
As waves like shades of wine drowned the jagged shore of stone,
I watched a fibrous complexion of steel shimmer from the water's edge.
Ships sleep, rocking gently on a resting sea,
machines of quiet obedience.
The moon, outlining the clouds above with an electric hue,
watched over the winds as they circulated the vacant wharf like ghosts.
The smell of an approaching storm;
the sharp, distinctive fragrance of ozone as it sailed the satin brine.
The sound of distortion upon the ocean's surface;
precipitation submerged beneath its aquatic magnetism.
I closed my eyes as raindrops kissed my moonlit skin,
tracing the alloy carbon framework of cargo ships and yachts.
Falling down my cheekbones like an aggregation of tears,
the harbor became lost in a nostalgic cloudburst.
We were home
On an innocent summer afternoon
And for a day we pushed our problems aside
The almanac promised a clear day, highs in the eighties
Instead it was muggy and hot in the low nineties
After lunch the three of us
Took a slow walk under the summer sun
Coming home we went our separate ways
My son to the living room
Wife upstairs and
I to the den
Where I fell into a deep sleep
My body sinking into the sofa.
A faint breeze circulated through the house
Suddenly a yellow light woke me up
The skies suddenly darkened
Then thunder
Followed by heavy rain
It was a summer storm
Sudden it its ferocity
And intensity.
Groggy
I woke up
Barefoot
Breathless
Joining my wife and son
Running out to bring in the lawn cushions
In the rain we
Laughed
Made loud noises
Threw cushions around
Shrieked
To our hearts content
Glad to be together again
Because of a summer storm.
It was an innocent summer afternoon
And for a day we pushed our problems aside
The almanac promised a clear day, highs in the eighties
Instead it was muggy and hot in the low nineties
After lunch the three of us
Took a slow walk under the summer sun
Coming home we went our separate ways
Jon to the living room
Elaine upstairs and
I to the den
Where I fell into a deep sleep
My body sinking into the sofa.
A faint breeze circulated through the air
Suddenly a yellow light woke me up
The skies suddenly darkened
Then thunder
Followed by heavy rain
It was a summer storm
Sudden it its ferocity
And intensity.
Groggy
I woke up
Barefoot
Breathless
Joining Jon and Elaine
Running out to bring in the lawn cushions
In the rain we
Laughed
Made loud noises
Threw cushions around
Shrieked
To our hearts content
We were together again
Because of a summer storm.
Sunlight beams on streets so mean..' As Love reaches out.'
A lonely widow toils unending, till day it fades then shares a morsel with her pet..'
Love aspires... a lust rages, and goals are pursued.' As Love reaches out.'
A man beats his family unmercifully..' A sweet rain falls, and tears flow..
Mists shroud the land, a baker makes dough fires an oven as Love reaches out.'
People plan wars, lies are circulated money is apportioned, deaths are reported..'
Storms batter, economy's teeter politicians smile sweeter. as Love reaches out..'
Women cheat on their partners, inflation is raging..' As Love reaches out..'
Love is patient, Love is kind, it does not envy it does not boast, it is not self-seeking,
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs' Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth, it always protects always trusts, always hopes always perseveres..'
All children, all people..' require true 'Love' in order to grow as individuals to attain
their best potential, why is it the world is a consumerist, indifferent model at best
and at worst a short selling warring divisive entity, and yet we have highly educated people running things, purportedly for the benefit of all, what's missing here.?
Is it the innocence of true Love..?
Today was independence day in our country,
I dint know the exact date, I just woke up on it in the news,
Don’t call me unpatriotic, because of that.
I went to the shop, got a share of my breakfast,
I noted, the prices had doubled,
I looked at the shopkeeper, I wondered if he knew.
I dint plan for that, now I was left with one way fare,
I walked to work, during the independence day,
Somewhere celebrations were being put in place.
In the independence day, I saw a notice in my mail,
Taxes and levies had gone up, it was circulated last week,
May be it was something to celebrate about, building the government.
How did it go? I don’t know!
Any difference from yesterday? May be none, may be worse,
For the first time, I had to think of it.
I went home at dusk, my wife asked if I knew,
“She so patriotic!” I wondered,
I sighed, and said I knew, just a lie she dint know.
I dint see any difference, just slaves inherited,
But to a worse master,
Don’t call me unpatriotic for that, it’s just how I see it.
I went to sleep, just like yesterday,
I saw it in the news, colorful celebrations,
Who knows what it cost, may be a hungry soul in the North.
I checked my site, and all other sites,
Cheers all over, with many “I love my country” texts,
I wondered whether it was for that or for independence?
"Water is the Hub of Life on Planet Water"
Water is the mother, matrix, hub and solution for life on Planet Water.
Plants use solar energy to split the water molecule, creating negative entropy.
Animals burn the energy stored in the structure of molecules by plants, releasing water as waste.
Animal cells bathe in bags of primordial soup, circulated in their blood and fluids.
Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help
Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...
I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere
sensing a load of terrorized fear
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past
This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness
Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter
For now, I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber
Until God, My Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens
How much does it cost to say yes
how many teardrops… do you want to see flow
how many curses …do you want to hear
how many sunsets do u want to pass in regrets
how many sleepless nights should I have
how much torture should I persevere
before you understand my sorrow
Look into my eyes and see the fire in them
feel my heartbeat …..
No one else makes it beat this fast
listen to the language am speaking
how often do you hear
a man utter so many in understandable words
Tick tock time moves
just when I hope you will stop looking at him
with so much passion,
you even go further to kiss him more
how it used to hurt!
Now I try to make it fun
assumptions are what dominate my life
a kiss to his score sheet
become a tick on mine.
Just tell me what I have to do
so that you recognize me.
Is it the money that he gives…
world trips he takes you,
the posh car he bought you yesterday
title deed for the beach house
Or even better!!
the slaps he gives you in the middle of the night,
even better the other woman he has in your
house.
How inferior he sees you’
just one of his lady servants
he thinks of you
his expectations of you
to smile even if nothing is right?
Thoughts and thoughts have circulated my
mind tried to win a jackpot
am afraid that doesn’t happen to the needy.
Only one thought to solve this puzzle
the only thought that ends up in smiles
caddling each other
under the moon light
outside our hut of peace
the only thought
you disagree most with.
let him burst us.
You say “he will kill us”.
For you, I bet he will
make it snappy out of anger
that’s better you’ll be home early
prepare our sleeping place
for I know he will make
sure he kills every nerve
one by one that has my DNA
till his pain goes away
then and only then I will come home.
See baby,
a win- win situation his anger gone
and our souls will find happiness
yes if only you’d agree
just let go
let go of the materialistic you
listen to the joy of our jeering hearts
lets go home
With the self declared bomoh king around, smiles are going around...
Vigorously shared are pictures of his quirky aids and aides gathered round....
One widely circulated pictures the venerated one holding up a magical vase ....
Plain looking yet with mystical powers you could never have guessed....
This time the exalted one has deign to offer earlier a press session....
A genuine effort on his part to better inform us all of his good intention..
It is within his will and intention that Malaysians should suffer the haze no more...
Never fear, he's the bomoh king, he is here for us in order that we suffer no more..
Once he and his aides get into their mystical antics with religious rites next....
Why, expect nothing less than all round crystal clear and blue skies next...
His precious mystical vase will draw in all that cursed haze and dust...
He will supernaturally clear the skies and heavens of all the haze and dust...
All that invisibility problem at the airports will be a thing of the past...
With him around, all ye people shall get to sleep safe and sound that last...
Hip, hip hooray! Hooray to our most exalted learned one rushing to our aid...
Like a superhero in a fantasy novel flying in to give much needed aid...
Malaysians all countryside wide, look up, look ahead and be relieved...
Bomoh king and his aides come to the rescue and all ye people, believe!
A tribute in jest to the local shaman who endeavours to clear the skies of unhealthy and thick haze over Malaysia and her neighbours here in SE Asia. His latest antics brought more fame or rather more infamy to Malaysia....
Water rains the philosophies of mums each morning plying jeer can with tough
faces because the taps have been experiencing months of loneliness in it
gush.
The waking of sleepless mums gluing their hope to the taps gush, merely
believe this city certain to save the mums from slavery of their own. Owed
the boredom drenching in strings water to the songs of birds close the
window to the windmill.
The nights become longer to the size of river Nile wishing the night to
swallow the day, their pace can be heard in parliamentary to the voice of
the kettles rumbling in the morning
Their sweat determines the pain they have been through to ignorant of the
truth the pipes are like dead snakes on the roads biting us with fear.
It gushes no water that too melancholy on milky tooth of incompetent man
hovering his wings to the nation and attribution regretted.
She colors her behavior to spit the crowded of women around the well to
the crisscross that wills the nation to notion active only by the title of
competency if imagined.
The cascade of the city to scent of village with tantamount hope boiling no
interest to glue in city that with no sign of before, but backwardness
rumble to the dumbbell in the morning to mothers cry.
The dampness of their clothes to the scent of cockroaches well being, the
fake manifesto entertains poverty and glue the water collectors to
colloquial gossip in the morning hoping to ram the messed up and the big
mistake ever nation has cried that circulated in short saga.
Dumb in parliament to the palatable junks of protruding stomach shining
gown to the shake of lizard to the fall of Julius Cesar by the sword
And by the oath of power to the pointless of being a President to the
resident overdue of coalition of poverty is fence of blunders on the frying
plate
by then the imagination of mums fetching the tinkling of water enshrined
them each morning to months of lamentation
They rallied you to paint their faces with hope of impregnated oath to
breath of thief with heavy sombre spell diction's where we must defend to
the arrival of Jesus by jumbling solutions to fix broken ideas to the
weight night.
If any parents were to check a facebook account of any teenager...
It stretches their imaginations to see friends from the world over...
Some friends claimed to be some famous idols,
Some even have pictures of popular people...
How can a teenaged kid to know that the nice bosom internet pal,
Is actually in disguise, a killer or pedophil on the prowl...
The dastardly one can claim to be in some far away place...
When in truth he could in the neighbourhood near to your place...
It is so frightening who are being allowed into our lives..
If we indiscriminately accept and say yes to every request to be friends...
Your lovely son or daughter that you'll give up life to protect...
Could be already in a deadly trap of a so called internet friend in regular contact...
It explains how teenaged girls are lured away so readily by an internet friend..
Cos in their squeeky clean innocence they can't see some friends are fiends...
You'll please share this info around, given the dangers that are abound...
In the various forms of social media, we as parents may be very much unaware...
It's frightening how some kids posts their presence....
Here, there and everywhere about their presence....
Sadder still like a much circulated article earlier...
Some proud parents promote their gorgeous precious children...
Little knowing someone with bad intentions, may be collecting information...
Heavens forbid but some young kids are subtlely lured away....
Leaving grieving parents bewildered and dismayed..
Their precious little one is now lost or gone astray..
Like a 14 year girl love besotted teenager who was to journey to Syria...
All alone in the name of blinded love and religious fervour...
See then these incidents of awful dangers challenging our teenagers..
As parents, sworn to protect our children, wake up to these dangers!
GOD: IS THE SOURCE OF THE PLANET AND THE COURSE
THE STRENGTH ABSORBED, CIRCULATED IS THE HARDEST FORCE
PROCEEDED THOUGHTS LIKE OCEAN AND RIVER FLOWS
TO REACH THE HEIGHT OF SUCCESS AND LIFE’S LOWS
KNOWLEDGE IS WISDOM SHEARED
AND WISDOM IS KNOWLEDGE UTILIZED
AS THE WISE SEE WITH ALL EYES
BUT VISUALIZE THE TRUTH
THAT THE BLIND CANNOT SEE
WHAT THE DEF CAN TELL
SO RING THE BELL OF TRUTH
THAT THE STRENGTH OF ONE MAN
NEEDED TO MOVE ANOTHER
IS GREATER IN A POET
BECAUSE HE CAN MOVE A CROWD
AND I’M BOUND TO READ
THE RELATIONS OF REVELATIONS
BE CAUSE THE CONNOTATIONS IN ME
SEES THESE PRACTICALLY
THE HOLY TRINITY DISSECTS THE EARTH EVENLY
THESE ARE THE HARDEST FORCES
OF THE BOOK OF KNOWLEDGE
SO ACKNOWLEDGE THE TRUTH AND WISDOM
THIS BOOK DOES ENCOURAGE
THE PACKAGE?
ARE PROCEEDED THOUGHTS OF THE BOOK OF AGES
WHERE DEATH’S RAGE IS PAID AS WAGES
TILL THE LAST STAGES:
WHERE THE HEIGHT OF SUCCESS AND LOWS
FROM THE BOOK OF LIFE LIKE YOUR WIFE
IS YOUR PARTNER IN THE WAY OF LIVING
THE B. I. B. L. E. IS THE BOOK YOU SHOULD BE
BREATHING!!
GOD: IS THE SOURCE OF THE PLANET AND THE COURSE
THE STRENGTH ABSORBED, CIRCULATED IS THE HARDEST FORCE
PROCEEDED THOUGHTS LIKE OCEAN AND RIVER FLOWS
TO REACH THE HEIGHT OF SUCCESS AND LIFE’S LOWS
MY DREAMS STARED AT ME IN MY PERIPHERAL VISION…
FLICKERS OF DESIRE CIRCULATED THROUGH MY BLOOD VESSEL...
DREAMS INTUNE WITH ME, FIRE IN MY BELLY….
SPIRIT OF FEAR THEN CAME TO PARTY WITH ME….
DESIRE OF DREAM DERAILED EVERY SECOND…
MILLIONS OF FIRE CRACKERS UNSTRINGED THROUGH MY FINGER TIPS…
DARKNESS ENGULFED ME LIKE DEATH’S SHADY BLACK ABODE…
MY DREAM WORLD NOW MY PLAY GROUND….
A VICTIM OF FEAR….