Best Ordeal Poems
I received a beautiful Christmas gift the other day,
it was so quaint and pretty but ate it anyway,
was a gingerbread house with a gingerbread family,
consumed the whole house while the family looked away,
Then they looked up at me with sorrowful icing eyes,
I felt so bad they're now being homeless I started to cry,
so I ended up buying a gingerbread log cabin kit,
made it last night so they wouldn't retaliate and have a fit,
Now Mom, Pop son and daughter are in their new home,
I didn't want them homeless on the street's all alone,
I even baked and gave them a gingerbread dog,
but the temptation was too great and started eating the logs,
Now once again because of me they are homeless,
my gingerbread appetite like an overwhelming furnace,
so I'm asking somebody to please take them all in,
or they too might disappear along with their next of kin.
12-14-16
the marked must go quietly in the night
without a word of farewell
through the trembled dust
down the dark road from which they say
no one returns
the gods who made Africa
strike fear upon the living
comfortless
vituperative
rampaging through our lands:
freedom is a hoax
we abandon ourselves
to the crudely dug dungeon
the pit is boiling like a volcano
dark blood seething ceaselessly
so many souls within its recesses
so many mournful eyes
so many broken hearts
we cannot cry, we cannot move
this pit is an endless pursuit of misery
there is no escape, there is nowhere to go
bit by bit our bodies are dying
and our strength disappears
we lose our sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch
hell lies about us in our innocence
we wonder who will be the last, the very last,
to seek this place for what it was:
they'd neither like nor believe
the horrors no God could have allowed
we are sure only that from
our true liberation movement
we have disappeared
we simply do not exist
no comrade-in-arms squeezes
a fake tear for us
noticing we are not there
when did he last see any of us?
he cries out we are disloyal,
have betrayed the cause
and all the while
we are labouring in the dungeons
we dig for him
we dig to be sure
he surely is next on the blacklist
the supporters deny our disappearance
and with the human rights watcher,
no record
nobody, it appears, misses us enough
to report
it is easier to die than to remember
and where do we come from?
where did the liberation struggle take us,
the combat,
the underground resistance?
prison? protest? mere conviction?
it was a time of revolution
there were no fantasies
there was simply the beyond-endurance
and then the fleeing-into-exile
we are the illicit cargo marooned
in dungeons guarded by scare-crows
Has the Milkyway been altered, does it
now need saved? Never mind, I’ll draw
mermaids anyway.
I wanted steady onward. Seems I’m never
heard. I need a mockingbird. Could familiars
best somewhere, somehow, still linger?
To get the sky back on track the galaxy must
be regained or has it expired, its hope past
tired? I’m stuck on the outer rim where no
answer has ever been. Join me, bring your
confusion, you will both fit right in.
Not engaged or vacant, not present or absent,
his eyes hold no malice. My eyes are filled
with need to know how we should proceed.
Pokemon have been gathered, some soft
cushy and large, and some hard little figures.
I believe what matters is the comfort he gets
from just a squeeze.
Rough challenges bounce, smacking hours
around. Tough ordeals stack fears like circles
in squares that cast their shadows unfair.
Has the Milkyway been altered? My child’s
health has faltered. Long shadowy goosebumps
are everywhere, even goosebumps mermaids
believe in and wear.
Anxiously waiting trying not to clock watch
Baleful noise breaks the silence,
Calmness disappears,
Distraught, sons first school day
Excitement as flying body flings himself at her, at home time
Penned October 1 2017
Contest : Sara Kendrick ....let's do some alphabet
Based on own friends ordeal
You fear knowledge,
run from it as you would a gathering storm,
to hide in the dark forest of your life's ordeal.
Seeking nothing,
but self-satisfaction, blaming others for your lot in life.
Hiding from the responsibility of your own actions.
To need someone to appear seeking power,
a power you give easily, without reason.
Promises made so you feel secure,
from the fears of your own design.
A puppet to a master of anger gives comfort.
Exposed lies mean nothing,
hating truth covers the guilt within,
while you hear a world that gives reason,
for your hatred.
This self-loathing in your soul,
is a sickness that lays at the very foundation,
of your heart, allowing hypocrisy to be your arguments,
as to why you follow this chosen leader.
You'll condemn a President who talks to enemies,
yet praise a God who washes the feet of a prostitute.
Two things apart, yet tied together,
by the rope of truth that gives service to others.
Raise your banner high,
it waves in the strong winds of history's hate.
Already past, now rising again,
from the same fields of ignorance,
the loathing of intellectual truth,
that all men are created equal,
unless,
they don't wear what you wear,
hear what you hear,
pray like you pray,
hate like you hate.
This is the world you bring to the rest of us?
Because you're afraid,
because you hate,
because your skin reflects the light,
because you're weak,
and need a leader whose a mirror image,
of you're insecurities,
to tell you what's right, what's wrong.
Because all your troubles come from " Those People "
" The Others ", Its their fault you have failed.
This power you give this leader,
because he pointed out "Those People "
It's easier to agree than to challenge his words.
Life would be so much easier,
if we would just get rid of " Those People "
What ever happened to, of the people,
by the people, for the people?
It was sold to a crazy leader for 30 pieces of fear.
contest Political Ordeal
3/12/16
Why did Donald Trump emerge,
As a presidential frontrunner?
Why did people call a businessman,
To be a political gun, a stunner?
Politics is in disrepute today,
Requiring tight legal regulation,
Because advantage has been taken,
Financially, by the means of representation.
UK politics has shown deficiency,
Recently it has blown the steed,
With the expenses scandal,
From the politicians greed.
Can we really be represented,
Understood by criminals of fraud?
When the citizen needs loved,
Not dictated to by a god.
Socialism can be respected,
In its redistribution of wealth,
There should be fewer millionaires,
To better other people’s health.
Cognate with power’s regulators,
Validate their existence,
Petition for police inquiries,
To demand rigid penitence.
to take eight pounds of dog on a plane
a trip in itself let me tell you
should I take its tooth brush I don't think so
but for sure I was glad to have an address
and a vet who cost me up the wazoo
to have me stand in the middle of nowhere
at seven thirty in the morning and waiting an hour to be first in line
and realized I was number two and a conversation ensued with Ireland
he got refused and asked me the trick driving me out of hell
to the next subway station as his vet forgot to endorse something
as he paid his due and told him giggle google and harass your vet
costa rica behind us was confident learning the hard way two years ago
The sun isn't totally up;
a cowboy looks at a map.
His mind anticipates treasures,
filled with mystical features.
He wants to be very rich,
until he's out of reach.
You see, he has a farm,
which makes little pocket sum.
One time, his cows were on the loose;
he tripped as he ran wearing soggy shoes.
He fell on a pile of cow-dung;
he felt like he could hung.
Angrily he stepped on his truck's gas,
and looked for the best road to pass.
You see, he lives in a rocky place,
where the tires need God's grace.
His car moved along really fast,
almost having his face covered by his hat.
At the time he was really really angry;
without breakfast he wasn't hungry.
Suddenly his truck ran out of fuel;
he felt his day was truly cruel.
Getting out of his old, 60s truck,
he angrily threw it a good kick.
"Oh, this is all a curse!"
he cried out.
His foot's pain needed a nurse,
but he was somewhere remote.
Farm life to him is something difficult;
he wonders how Rome came to be built.
He wants to be very rich,
until he's out of reach.....
life has become a dirge,
torn image,
I’ve become alike
silence has engulfed my life
so, entangled in melancholy
decade passed,
as if a century I’ve gone through,
with your memories,
still waiting for you,
vividly I remember those days,
when you used to kiss my forehead
you used to give me Eidi on every Eid
perhaps I live on,
by rejoicing those moments
somebody take me to my love
in an unending wait, I’m
which has made me,
a living corpse alike…
since when you disappeared,
never have I wore ornaments,
never have I prettified myself
as for you only,
my beauty has life….
I become mute and aglossal
whenever our child asks me about you
without you,
everything seems gloomy
as if,
flowers have lost their bloom
wind is same, without breeze
so are mounts, without serenity
I see no change,
in any motion of sun
I feel no warmth,
in any moment now
and no harmony I’ve,
without you my love
no peace comes to my door
did you forget your promise,
of never leaving me alone!!
how can you leave me??
our souls lived together!!
have you forgotten that too??
always I pray for you,
in twilights
on the door, I always stare,
for you may come,
never my eyes blink,
except quivering soul,
I’ve nothing,
not even tears also!!
day & night, I go by mourning
from every side,
sleepless nights I always observe,
since when you disappeared
nightmares have surrounded me,
you’re alive, in my heart
come back, O’ my crown
without you,
irrelevant and aimless,
my existence serves
I hear no bird chirping
I see every tree mourning
after when you disappeared
as if I had rendezvous with any calamity
for you,
I’ve renounced this world
like every saint,
now every stranger knows me
as in search of you,
I walk miles every day
since when you disappeared!!
insane I’ve become,
for your single countenance
so also I crave for our reunion
I talk gibberish, I’m deranged,
people comment about me
what’s its reason?
only you know
O’ my confidant
come back, O’ my love,
where have you been!!
O’ my moon of blissfulness
my shrieks are calling you
Political ordeal
Criticising every good move,
Is that what opposition means ?
Putting party above country
politics left no more than a dirty game.
Feeling joy of having an honest PM
positivity is apparent in the air,
His dreams of taking us to heights
which no citizen has any doubts about.
Yet for their own selfish motives
trying to misguide innocent minds,
Disrupting the internal civil peace,
Miscreants are joining hands,
In name of colour and religion,
Trying to divide the sons of a mother,
Disrespect and betrayal to our motherland,
raising slogans in anti national tints,
As beaming sunrise illuminates minds
and ebony cover of thoughts evanesces,
Be sure the good days are knocking
with happiness and prosperity on the way.
Written March 17th, 2016
For contest by CT
Today's political ordeal in India -Ever since PM Narinder Modi has come to power with a majority democratic govt.... opposition is trying to play anti national and foul games.
Congress had a historical defeat, didn't do any good in last decade, corruption touched peaks n poor turning poorer, are now not letting the govt function.
But Modi Govt. is determined to give its best and we people of India have full faith in him.
Awarded 6th place win
Dear diary,
My vented heart speaks to you today,
Help me forget the terrible bygones;
The misfortunes of a young girl,
The pain that she felt
In the coercion of another’s body’s act,
Her screams that were wasted
In crying out for help,
The violent hunger that unleashed
Itself on her naïve innocence.
The animals that bit her all over,
Left her abandoned in a place where
No one could find her.
The night soon followed her,
It was darkness that embraced her
Bruised beauty.
She lay in her last breadths of the hour,
When she felt lighter than before,
Released from the burdens of her karma.
And suddenly all blacked out,
In a split second she was gone, and
Peace is all she felt.
As I approached the doorway my heart went rat-a-tat-tat,
Just thinking about stepping onto the old welcome mat.
Because recently I ate way too much, and became too fat
Which, unfortunately meant that I was worth looking at.
So I planned on exercising in order to look more flat,
By ignoring the world like a selfish brat,
And once I made that decision, I stood pat.
For if I didn’t I’d be the first one that goes splat,
When scurrying out of the wall and getting caught by the cat!
For the Brevity contest
When tongues arise to condemn racism
None speaks the ordeal of the African albino being
Defined by different views of ethnical beliefs
Discriminated by his brothers for lacking melanin
He is but subjected to verbal condemnation
With chants of mockery upon his head
Discriminated by hypocrites who speak against discrimination
Begging love and acceptance from his fellow man
Have not many mocked his blurred eyesight?
And taunted his nystagmus as he squints in the sun?
Have not many tongues wagged in ignorance?
Spitting forth myths about his existence
Where now is the ignorant Yoruba cook?
That says "Afin ojeyo" with all boldness
Where is that man that showcases emptiness?
To say the sun beclouds an albino's reasoning.
Many myths are said and put to practice
Cursed is the man that sacrifices an albino child
For the zeal of greed has made men fools
To think the albino's blood a charm
Many a person living with albinism
Are daily deprived of the right to noble labour
So if ever tongues shall wag about racism
Fail not to speak of these black beings in white skin.
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
The court’s dragons are working overtime
which doesn't surprise me, for real.
Last week in the headlines we read old news -
former state policemen achieves third appeal
for killing his wife and two children.
Their murders are a twelve-year ordeal.
Already proven guilty by a jury twice
both long-drawn out states of affairs.
The second time, a jury also convicted
an accomplice and he too is behind bars.
Lawyers, looking for money, defense isn't free.
Lawyers are thanking their lucky stars.
Lawyers looking for evidence they can deny.
A series of affairs with women - inadmissible.
Reports of sexually abusing his daughter,
and the insurance just bought – inexplicable.
I feel we should leave this third time to chance
Let him out, scot-free, his life will be miserable.
Just maybe other dragons - equally demented as these
will put an end to his appeals, how despicable.
written April 17, 2013
Author’s Notes: Writing this piece, I learned an ancient meaning for ORDEAL: a primitive method of determining a person's guilt or innocence by subjecting the accused person to dangerous or painful tests believed to be under divine control; escape was usually taken as a sign of innocence; death - a sign of guilt.
Born in Oklahoma back woods
Three children , each a year apart
Jill, Jim, and Joe were their names
Raised by Mary, bless her heart
Life wasn't easy for Mary
Living in a one room shack
Using an old well for water,
With a rickety outhouse out back!
Last year their papa disappeared
(With a young girl, is what they say)
Mary was forced to take welfare
To help feed her kids each day
She always made her own bread
She'd sell it too, if time would let
Saying, "Makin' bread is my job!"
Something she'd live to regret!
When going to worship each Sunday
To avoid a straggler search,
She'd tie them wrist to wrist with yarn
Then walk up the path to the church
This time Joe forgot his best toy
A Peter Rabbit stuffed with hair
So he yelled out, "I want Peter!"
Mary rolled her eyes in despair!
This Sunday was vocational day
What each parent did was said
"Mama's in retail", "Dad is in stocks"
Jim said, "My mama, is in bread!"
Jill dropped a hymnal, Jim wet his pants
Joe put gum in Mary,s hair
Where he got it she didn't know
And frankly she just didn't care!
Later, most shook hands with the pastor
But Jill, stood pouting with a frown
"I don't want to be tied up",she said
Mary pulled them out with her head down!
The then, tethered trio waddled off
Mary of course always the leader
In the distance all heard a faint shout
It was Joe yelling, "I want Peter!"