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Far Away Land

They came from "farawayland"
to arms held open wide
welcomed without question by the "Man"

The starving and the homeless
can't begin to understand this
how could someone even do this to their clan

We try to feed and clothe them
give health and shelter freely
and we're just talking legal citizens

The influx of the immmigrants
and the millions of illegals
that have crossed our borders who knows even when

There are no jobs to give them
our health care's straining badly
some diseases that they bring could devastate

They try their best to hide here
while staying in the shadows
by scamming us they jeopardize our fate

Bleeding hearts help hide them
treated better than our Veterans
they snicker and they tell us that we're cruel

As our President stands proudly
ensuring he will protect them
America knows he plays us for the fool.....

americaconflictlifepoliticalsocialnarrative

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

my head touches the pillow
as gentle rain lulls me 
and i just want to   s
                             i
                             n
                              k

into the sheets,
fold into myself,
….be forgotten,

immerse myself with the raindrops
and blend in—
    washed out,
washed away,
 
be a mere globule
in those floodwaters

and once it recedes,

let me be

--bleached
by 
sunlight

scrub     a w a y 
my darkness,

let that vast spectrum of light
assault it

let those rays
shine
No.
make that, glare--
into my outer and inner beings,
highlighting each of my flaws—


(--can’t you see?—
--tell me,
is it not amidst sunlight
that you see
all those dust particles
floating about?

air may seem invisible, 
  but it's not invincible

think. Again.

--those countless, innumerable
nano flaws)

let those rays
burn through me,
forcing melanocytes
to aggregate
into multiple nevi

--flaws manifested—

then after the Sun
has done its part,

allow pieces of me

to evaporate,
to condense,
to sublimate,,,,

I ramble,  on
    and on                 ...,and on
droning, groaning
like the hardened ground,
as, it’s, pierced, by, rain daggers, 

(but unlike it,
the petrichor 
that I release

fails
to 
invigorate me

--the reason
behind this

escapes me)

Drench,,,,, everything!!!!!!! 
!!!!! unleash,,,,, ravage !!!!!
     then 
  devastate!!!!!


simply: 

R e l. e a s e

               
all that chaos
within


then after all that,
revel in the silence

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and so 
I simply lie
down
on my pondering senti.mental stool-
the overthinker, the wandering fool



Cut through me, Rain, 
--be my salve

Burn deep inside me, Sunlight,
--then heal my tatteredness






--------rain and sunlight: lingering thoughts of a loopy, sighing, mind-----

angstfeelingsintrospectionlightrainfree verse

Wishes

(on the basis of Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata)


Be calm, because it's vanity of vanities,
reach harmony taking a truce.
Be generous, despite “in vino veritas” 
all in the world forget the truth. 

Remember that all have their rights –
an ignoramus here or there a fool.
And are you right with all your stereotypes?
So, take then theirs in blood cool.

For evil leave that everlasting fall,
obsequiousness and arrogance – a fuss;
As all affected will be ground at all
by millstones-years first or last.

And give yourself up to a labor of love,
depends itself on you your destiny.
In lieu of victor's wreath a head above
will be a crown of thorns eventually.

But if one day some utter fraud
floods flourishing in blossom land,
let it not devastate your soul  
with all abstracted from your bank. 

Remember, love is never bought,
you'd better flirt with haughty divas,
in style be good at getting old,
as all the beauty fades with years.   

Enjoy the time not passing by,
this moment's not reversible.
Strengthen your spirit to be high,
your fears all alleged impossible. 

At last a child you're of the universe,
as those trees, stars and our heaven.
You're given to explore your place,
though you take all for gospel ever.

Your God – it's peace within your soul,  
you, cherish as the apple of your eye. 
Let it be love here in a cottage small,
and be vivacious till you die.

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The lunchroom fart
of turbo pasta
scatters garlic teargas
laced with meaty mystery
without mercy to
flatten cubicles.

Chain-reactions
of Tupperware battles
erupt to devastate
once discerning pallets
until hobbled by stabs
of shrapnel to the gut,

prompting an exodus
of mournful bodies
propelled along that cloud
of processed misery
to wander, ashen-faced
along the concrete void.

satirefree verse

Why Vote Mate

Why vote for governments
That uses you
That abuses you
Confuses you and refuses you

Why vote for governments
That doesn’t respect or defend your rights
And fight with all their might’s
Why vote for governments that are not contrite
And feel their evil doings are alright

Why vote for governments
That steals the meals off poor people’s plate
Yes I know you can relate
You lobbyist and you rich conglomerates

You leaders brought this world to this state
You closed equal opportunity gates
You email-gate, water-gate, racial profile, hate!
You collaborate to devastate by inaugurate debates
And brain washing mandates

You empty and launder it
The treasury’s financial reserves hey wait!
You vaingloriously defend your scandals eh mate
Yeh! You really forced me to explashiate

Against fractured cannibalistic nature politics
Syndromes of “eat ah food” government’s historics
Past and present, you categorize and polarize
Our society for your sooooole benefits

Eh why vote mate?

©Copyright August 27, 2014 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

abusepoliticalsocietyvoicefree verse

A Growing Hope

Violent as the gleaming blade
Of a vicious criminal crazed
Ferocious as the lion’s jaw
Lingering on an innocent calf
This wicked affliction forces
Its teeth into the harmless heart
Bites wildly into vulnerable flesh
With haste to destroy and devastate
End the life that it penetrates
With a hatred that is inhuman – merciless
Ruthless as the worst of the worst

Abolishing hope as it grows and grows
Breaking hearts and wills with its
Lack of empathy and sympathy
Luring dreams into the night, darkening
The promise of a happier day,
Filling minds with dread and depression
Anxiety that lingers even after
The moment has passed and time
Struggles to alleviate the pain
The widespread anguish of knowing
That this big malady holds all of tomorrow

Painting the thoughts in hues of doubt
Disillusionment and discouragement
Feelings clouded with silvery fog
Lingering on the emotions in shimmering
Waves of deathly black sorrow
Breathing fear through the spirit
And whispering in tones of weariness
Regret and mourning come to the heart
Even though some might tell you
There is hope.. a flicker of courage
The possibility of healing, recovering
From this demented beast with its claws
Of deathlike horror playing across
The light that reminds you life will be brighter
Sometime,… after the treatments 
The drugs and cures that are meant to repair
First seem to destroy every awareness
That there will be a breath of fresh air
A new dawn – a second thought, the color
Of joy and promise and miracles prayed for

It is only a moment that comes and goes
A flicker of optimism amid the skeptical thoughts
When you realize only God knows the outcome
Of this feared disease, cancer… the ending
The sequel will reveal what only He sees
And I know, it is only God who can spread
Healing where the cancer cells have spread
Death and destruction… doubt that dissuades
Even the inkling of faith that will tell you
God’s love is still alive and well, sending you
Inspiration, hope and faith that can reveal the truth….

Cancer can kill the body but the spirit is still God’s
His love is the best treatment for this disease
The best remedy for any need
With God, all things are possible – just believe!






Cancer Ivy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by  Chantelle Anne Cooke
June 1, 2021

angstcancerfearhopefree verse

Split Wide Open

In quiet, space breaks down into insight.
Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight.
Imperceptible resonation is reflected back.
On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track.

A lethal tree is still close in the woodlands.
The spirit was trailing on the kist of the tree.
At first, kids looked to chip with their hands.
Seep into the night in a ruddy shrunken spree.

I wake up early to the Greek myth of Zeus.
A vessel drifting on the Dal Lake in Udaipur.
The sound of a woman sobbing in sadness.
Over calm green oceans, echoes in Jupiter.

She was performing in a velvety baritone.
Pain in the midst of the tranquility of dawn.
Endeavoring to perform the icy top in June.
Mountains that frame the Kilimanjaro awn.

Ghastly calamities smash and deeply devastate. 
I rightly fear that wide-open harm didn't recover.
You can expect the best, yet I will never hesitate.
My dear life depends on your choice; kindly usher.

I regularly defied to bid someone to criticize.
The one-sided truth was dazzling blindness.
My space was thwarted in the related size.
I felt as if somebody led a ruin process.

Sacredness to which humankind might relate, 
With the moon sitting on edge of the world.
Mountains meet to uncover the ornate.
Smiling and radiating, from high observed. 

There are times when I can feel the crests fly.
I'm being held down as my blood is drained.
Brain scars result from ruined sight and sway.
When I perish, a chasm arises in my mind.

A lean, edge-on which rests one's optimism.
Please be cautious of steps you split wide open.
In fate, a walk on shells will be optimum.
Shift much fatal shooting and be woken.

I minded my name being said in a whisper.
I was adducible of a hand tapping my forearm.
When I swung around to direct a look closer,
I found myself alone and aching for smarm.

How might a heart that dorsum and delicate,
Have the sway to bear a vast part desolate.
But we're apt despite our humble eyesight.
To discover the earth and the vast infinite.

The monstrosity of the encompassing world. 
Encompassed by both the sight and the sound.
Emotions energize the heart within the darkness.
Eyes that can consistently scan such elegance.

1st Place Contest Winner.

Written: June 01, 2022

This Or That, Vol 12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

analogycharacterencouraginginspirationalrhyme

Scarecrow Addict

Scarecrow Addict
           

Gritted and dusty
Powered by flack jacket eyes
Bootsteps through grey puddles
Flotilla of cigarette butts
Trash kicked aside
In a desert of litter
Seeking the soulless of death
Chattering on split lips
The grimy irk of air
Festoons the rink and rack
The floating black
Sucks unbidden

Horses into battle ridden
Scream through his lungs
Broken weapons
Filled with empty bullets
Enemies in their colours run

Demon angel
Of the iridescent metal
In the bars of sculptured hell
For the hot choke of alcohol
Has squandered his nights
And burnt his will
The vengeance of mirrors
He cannot defy
He has become
The man with the gun

And rabid dog bark
Is the music
The fang gangster rap
Chews on his pride
Coughs back and spits
Too many drugs
To fill his hate
As he seethes through the alleys
The ricochet sound of poverty
Slaps hard at the cold

Whistle through the doorstep
The vicious snide crack
Scavenges his chest
Scarecrow buckshot 
Trammels his lungs
And coughs up plastic
Iron girders against shattered walls
Where the whole world threw up
His sick

Chokes on the disgusting chuck up
Of need
So full of promises
But still lets in the freezing winds
To whined up urine stained
In the pallor 
The colour
Of his sky

Bandit warrior and loser
This brave young man
Watched this driven and ploughed memory
Eat away
By iron vice drag
Devastate his pale haired wench
Leaving blood trailing on her breast
Pimped
She was

And hate in grey battered uniforms
Drove the callous on
And lifted him from the reeking cans
Of his desolation
Bled him through nights of sweat
And cold turkey chewed regret
The plaster wet billboard and pealing advert
Have no idea
What they have unleashed

Brittle as long dead bones
And screaming head
No longer hates
But still sneers revenge
In tattered loose rags
He staggers from the vomiting pit
Emaciated wolf

The grinning scarecrow eyes of merciless
And the jagged teeth of candle lit
The reek of vendetta
Hangs ever about his lips
And woe betide the gun smith
Woe betide indeed the needles
Wet prick
Nothing left to fight for
Other than
A long dead
Lover

urbanfree verse

I Throw Everything Out

I live on a warpath of total destruct, 
A ruinous track to nowhere,
Leaving me here, in a complete devastate, 
Leaving me full of despair.

See, I throw out my life, I throw it away, 
Leaving just a cup that is brown,
Leaving me free with my thoughts to remember, 
My memories for me to put down,

From my mind on display, in a room that is blank, 
Each flashback is now in full sight,
And I can relish all that I’ve ever done, 
I can unwrap and reflect and then write,

Poems and verse, quatrains with a line, 
About a woman who posed for my art,
And when my thoughts have all dried in ink, 
All I’ll have is a slow beating heart.

introspectionquatrain

The Road To Sobriety

As I crawl upon a sober Road.
A friend lends a hand, and many stories are told

so many people like me that have chosen life 
Chosen to be free 

Addiction is a Family Curse that does not discriminate
cares not about your race, or how much money do you make 
 this Demon only turns once was loved , into something it can devastate 

It is there you learn how to suppress all fear and pain
there to hold you down, taking lives , taking names with nothing to gain

As I crawl upon the road, it is Dark, it is cold, it is so hard to see
It's only then I realize there is so many like me 
Nothing is easy as you face yourself, we all are broken
so much you should have, could have, all words unspoken

to walk upon this road takes courage, takes strength
living life without being Anesthetized , living so openly criticized

"It works if you work it "   all the clichés you dislike 
They really do work , so listen and you will not have to ride a bike

So many times you can Fall, you'll know what to do , and whom to call
Out of the Darkness A friend helps you stand, a good cup of coffee with number in hand.
there to help you , there to lift you up,  there to help you stand.
You must share in all honesty, then you will be driven to start over with Integrity.

addictionintegrityrhyme

Nature the Destroyer

Raging tornadoes
devastate the entire land
destroying cities

Raging huricanes
plundering oceans and land
natures agony

Tsunami monster
Indian Ocean graveyard
deadly disaster


by Marty Owens March 9, 2012
For PD's contest Nature the Destroyer

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The Palpitation of Orlando, Florida

THE PALPITATION OF ORLANDO, FLORIDA (USA)

Decimation on its face through mass execution and hate.
Just another night out painting the town. 
No reason to perceive the unsound.
Out of the blue moon a gargantuan came into form.
In denial of himself, “Oscar” he could be called.
His name broadcasted is Omar.
He was seeking an award for what he stood for.
Over a selected lot he stood to devastate.
Ruminating a scene of terror and anxiety to the undue fatalities, methodical carnage and mayhem savagely assaulted every tenth woman or man he encroached upon.

The pulse of the environment did not reply.
They only wanted to save each other lives.
The demographics profligately made a holocaust halo sage as German’s did Jews in their heyday.
A popular gay spot was viciously attacked.
Orlando, Florida (USA) massacre is the deadliest yet.

We light a candle for the victims of Orlando terrorist attack that were massively executed - slaughtered by the confused.
Vigil saliently given.
The palpitation of Orlando, Florida is now in a nation’s memory.
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Written June 16, 2016!

allahamericaconflictconfusioncrazydramatic monologue

Twelve Minutes Ago

I nestle a tab under my tongue
At just twenty eight, I’m still quite young

Before too long
I feel it coming on strong

Dreamily, lazily
I see my past with new clarity
Every question now answered amply

I see nearly three decades filled with so much regret
An eternity before I’m permitted to forget

I lead an unremarkable life 
Few advantages, laden with strife

Only now can I see the failure of MY choices
Surrounded by better options, my compassion convulses 

I can do so much more
So many different ways to create  joy galore
Menial tasks needn’t be a chore

It’s always been my choice
Is it OK if I choose to rejoice?

I can find ways to enhance my self respect
With others in need I choose to connect
What I have I can celebrate 
What I want needn’t devastate

It’s always been my choice
Is it OK if I choose to rejoice?

I can 
Live without disdain 
Lost friends I’ll regain 
Feel pride when sought-out comforting others in pain
Embody excitement, accepting the occasional mundane

I can 
Teach
Convey hope with new found reach
Channel empathy through innovative speech

It’s always been my choice
Is it OK if I choose to rejoice?

I have more control than I know
Now is my chance to let it show

There can be more laughter 
With humor, I can be an injector 
Mastering quiet, when others speak I’m an active listener

I can read more, learn more, invest in myself
Spend my time with greater purpose
Sprinkling fun into drudgery I’m tireless 

How do I know, 
This leads to a more fulfilling existence
A life of broad acceptance
In which I make a difference

I see all of this with great clarity
Only now
Because
I died, 
Twelve minutes ago

abuseaddictiondarknarrative

Why

Why man is so scared of solitary Hina?
But is ready to devastate with someone!
Oh this dilemmatic notion slaves my mind to think
Please don’t mention its love, it is never prejudiced,
Not self-conceit either, then what is it Hina?
Just have a look around please
Whatever it is, is it beyond dignity of man?
Or is it merely another reflection of principles or values,
Or again is it the fear of death in solitary?
Maybe the dread of stigma,  
i need to be answered , because last night,
When I saw that face in the veil,
Hopeless and wounded, but,
Still unable to cede, per significant other,
Why still diffident, don’t tell me this is love,
i still await to know, hope  it’s not a fallacy
Then why their conscious doesn’t agree
It is not enough to convince me hina,
This reality is so bitter to swallow,
I will just wallow in my own vistas,
Yes! I’m not destined for this kind of absurdity.

abuseconflictconfusiondeepmentordramatic monologue

Relationship

Have you being in any relationship
At the beginning of every relationship, our lovers goes like
Baby, I love you
Boo, you are a blessing
Bae, you are my greatest assert
Boo, never will I leave you
I know people even hear more than this from their partners
And that’s mostly at the beginning of every relationship
But if people are to use the incipient stages of their relationship as benchmarks
Then I can boldly say, no relationship will last
Because the first day, month and year in our relationships are best experience we always have
And they are the moments when there is so much love and care 
That our lovers would fight and kill for us if anyone dares
That was the moment that our partners were angles sent from God


Soon, we will easily do forget about the sweet relationship we begin
The one that they themselves considered unbreakable
As we saw our love incomparable
But never was it our fault
Except for the ecstasy that made us lost
The ends of these stories are hard to tell
And now be only compared to that of hell
And when they become incompatible
They forget they were once inseparable

But jittery do I feel day in and day out
To see a great fountain cease to function
And a respected monument burnt to ash
With no single artifact left for remembrance
In our visions we see
But we ignores because it wasn’t part our mission
To see our strongest citadel becomes weak
And even that of our voice become meek
The lit of our fire signaled fruition
But the current flames at the end symbolizes futility
Making the longest journey so far become fruitless
Difficult will it always be for we to say Ciao
Because our motives were greater than that
And never did we thought for this unexpected jilt
As we thought our candles that lighten the world will never melt
Our enemies will triumph and rejoice
As long as things continue to devastate
 And when nothing seems to circumscribe the situation
Their mood become blissful
For we will be left with nothing but to say goodbye
Yes goodbye

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Best Devastate Poems

Far Away Land

Ulan At Sinag Ng Araw: Pagmumuni Ng Isang Tulirong Isip

Wishes

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Why Vote Mate

A Growing Hope

Split Wide Open

Scarecrow Addict

I Throw Everything Out

The Road To Sobriety

Nature the Destroyer

The Palpitation of Orlando, Florida

Twelve Minutes Ago

Why

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