Best Strifes Poems
Birth begins the tragedy in us. Life's
First sound is a blank scream
Against sorrow's hidden portends of strifes
All we know are mirages and dream.
Mother took the news staring at the sky
She must have cried inside
For I have no evidence else. There's no why
For it ... how my rage defied
Her callous front ... he was her first boy
The only hero she spoke well
Of, his name was the formula for joy
In our house: anecdotes tell
Of his escapades ... youth defying fate
He had a cat's tenacity for life
And from evil wills found a golden gate
Of scholarship and exotic wife.
I remember when the years pulled him back
All he came with was a bag
Of books, and a couple suits in novel sack
His eyes time warped, a lag
Of missing years and loneliness enfolding him
But he was handsome still
And my soul cartwheeled at joy's fresh brim
Those moments that he filled
When eyes first contact spelled pride to claim
This aristocrat like a medal
I could wear. So young he was, her true flame
The son of love's sweet recital!
And many days sitting in his shadow, I heard
Him dream big things like stars
Far away, warm things like a fluttering bird
Things made bright to cover scars
In the sore of memory. His mind was his cliff
A risky place in the high winds
And closer to the edge for the Grail he'd drift
O how the giddy world spins!
He died in Kingston: William came and went
And my mother looked at the sky
But until she died, about his memory was silent
And I forever wonder why.
I loved him, you know, he was the first best thing
A poor child had to claim or show
The world ... with him I was no more common. A king
He made me in his gold of glow
Something that I looked forward to meet in me. I,
Like mother, been silence since
But sometimes my heart just heave and would cry
For time this love cannot rinse
And I that moment cannot comprehend, that death
Gave no notice to his lauded day
And like common dust on a wild wind's balmy breath
My brother was swiftly swept away.
Slither
me slips me beasty heart
beneath a piece of guise,
and pens some page of wisdoms
to place before they's eyes,
and with they's gaze diverted,
me dons me cloak of thief's,
and slithers in and steals they's love,
and leaves thems only griefs.
me slimeys up the way theys moves
about they's drudgy lifes,
and causes thems to kicks like bugs,
all caught in stuffs and strifes.
me sees this murky-mucky,
and glees it close to breast;
me knows me must continue thus,
or becomes like alls the rest.
but me sorrowfuls am becoming,
as guise weighs heart likes lead;
it darkens up me seeings in,
and fouls insides me head.
now me greeny eyes does leakings
with only leastest nudge,
and from me slitty portals
comes oozing weeps of sludge.
Refrain:
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
The world of pop will never be the same again, dim
The lights for him forever, my immortal performer,
My childhood mirror. Death is victor and we the victim
Of shallow strifes, mourn for him! mourn my brother!
Thank you for the time you gave to us, thank you, child
For memories; thank you for the songs you sang here
Thank you, Michael, you were the greatest ever, a Nile
That flowed through desert of needs, you stilled the fear.
Micheal Jackson at last will find his rest, and Ben, we
Hope he will attain what he was looking for. So brief
The journey 'cross the stage of life, only time's story
Capture the vanity of our strife, but naught abate grief
"Even though the pain and heartache Seem to follow me
Wherever I go" how do I say goodbye to him? And shall
He say "you are not alone?" when he plays this memory
On discs beyond brink where the "thriller" is anecdotal?
What solace did we give him, when we understood naught?
What haven was there for him for all the love he gave
Did we not prance when like a butterfly in a web was caught/
O but nothing breaks his heart again, in the silent grave.
Michael we miss you, the white charade of the doting sun
Shall never the same again, the hooting cheers of the fans
Shall convert to silver rain, now the river's course is run
Now the footprints fade on the dancing mirage of the sands.
The old year is now done and dusted
It has not been without its strifes.
Headlines of war, murder and much more
Daily we hear of terrible atrosities.
Peace seems a long way off
and Mankind not in the mood.
Yet a spark of hope remains
That one day things will change.
This spark if it is fanned,
could catch alight and burn,
bringing world peace
repairing the harm once done.
People now armed with shovels
replanting all the lost trees.
Animals no longer fearful
turn their trusting eyes to us.
Communities working together
Love for one another freely flowing.
Slavery a thing of long distant past
All this could come to pass.
We just need enough to care
To want to make a change.
Then like the mighty oak,
the seeds will take deep roots.
Just one person who cares
can influence many others
And this world of ours
will once more be paradise.
Written 12/13/2014
contest I CAN'T BREATHE: A peaceful Protest, An Anthology of Powerful Poems
Lonely Crow…
Where is the place to find it all? The crow is cawing far, far.
Where should I go to hear the call? The crow is cawing far, far.
We’re in prison all our lives, half in bandage and half in strifes.
We need a place without the wall; the crow is cawing far, far.
Listen to him when he speaks; where is the sign that we all seek,
The big or small and short or tall, the crow is cawing far, far.
You go to the garden and ask around, you will hear his name, profound;
he reaches to all big and small; the crow is cawing far, far.
I tried to hide and be unseen, live my life as a teen, fourteen.
Where should I go, not bend or crawl? The crow is cawing far, far.
My body is my cage and stage; boiling I am, filled with rage.
I don't want to be slave and thrall; the crow is cawing far, far.
I asked the crow what was divine. Where can I go to drink his wine?
Learning to read his holy scrawl, the crow is cawing far, far.
Let “Haloo” break his cage and fly, fly into the clouds and die,
escape from this orbiting ball; the crow is cawing far, far.
7/30/16 Haloo
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I think about life, I think about my everyday strifes
I know I love you girl you the mama of my children
You already like my wife
I know I have cheated from time to time
but you the only one who I sleep with at the end of another long night
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
I know I like to drink yet it feels like I love that alcohol
This liqour and beer is my number one downfall
If it werent so then the crazy *****in my life now I would have never saw
I would have never ended up sitting in prison for breaking the law
Yeah I know I can be a bad man
But I just want people to understand
I do what I must, I do only what one can
It's alright now though because Im back in school
I know I struggle at times but Im reframing from being another lost fool
I know it bull-*****even though many youngsters think that *****is cool
But they don't know if they been where I been and still want to do what I do
Be like arundathi-vashista;
Single soul adhering two bodies;
An ideal couple, epitome of the marriage life;
Travel together in the troubles and strifes;
says a priest after a marriage ceremony
Mizar and Alcor,
always seen together
are twin stars of the big dipper constellation,
Unique twin stars which revolve around each other,
rotate in synchrony in the sky forever
Note:
In Indian during the marriage ceremonies of the hindus, the priests used to show the twin stars after the marriage and educate the newly married couples about this immortal ideal couple. Now it has just become the ritual without knowing the reasons.
Vashista the vedic sage one of the sapta rishi(Seven Great rishis)married arundathi, an epitome of wifely devotion, who never wanted to seperate from her husband and stays with him in saptarishi mandala
Wikipedia:
SaptaRishis, are the seven great sages in Indian Mythology. They have attained a semi-immortal status.Arundhati is the wife of the sage Vashistha, one of the seven sages (Saptarshi) who is identified with the star Alcor which forms a double star with Mizar (identified as Vashista) in Ursa Major
In the most twin stars system, one star is stationary and other rotates around it, while Arundhati and Vashishtha both rotate synchronously.
The Big Dipper or the Plough is an asterism consisting of seven bright stars of the constellation Ursa Major; Mizar is perhaps the Big Dipper’s most famous star, glorified in the annals of astronomy many times over. Apart from Alcor, Mizar in itself became known a double star in 1650. In fact, it was the first double star to be seen through a telescope.Mizar and its fainter companion star Alcor are one of the most famous double stars in the sky
Funny
I thought I don't like that person
But then I discovered I love her after that
She is my sister-in-Christ
Funny how we go through life
Pick and choose
Distance ourselves to someone
Strifes or something we didn't like
But for one sweet moment we realize
We love that person after all
That is what it is my friend
You love everyone
But even you - don't realize it
God made us like that
Have the capabilities, capacity
- to love someone
Or else He would not have commanded
"love one another" (John 13:34)
We sometimes think
"there is just no way that I love him or her"
But did you know 'you do'?
You just don't know it
He, she would say something
and that would change your mind
If you don't love that person in the first place
there is just no way, right?
I am not talking about romantic love
I am talking about love in general
Love for another human being
Physical, romantic love is a different story
That - you can love only one
Isn't that funny?
I told you "God is funny"
Now do you believe me?
My love has no conditions
My heart loves to listen
When I am inspired by my fears
It is comforted by my tears
Hate is suffocated through the lack of light
But love makes things shine so bright
Being in love makes us unable to discern with time
It flies when we are, it even leaves us behind
Oh how we become blind
It so hard to keep but easy to find
Innocence, honesty, and truth will lead the way
True love I hope to find it some day
Love lacerates us thoroughly
Why don’t people take love seriously
Some say love is a advancement to evolution
It’s the only key to mankind’s solution
In Heaven and Earth love is the highest emotion
It is desperately need in this existing civilization
Through the faith of my tomorrows
Trust me where there is hate love will always follow
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear. -- John 4:18
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins. -- Proverbs 10:12
Saints and sinners may spout opposite views
that at certain times, they believe are true,
yet always a forthcoming sinner, do choose,
over saints who deny their booze and screws.
With the sinners, you know what to expect.
Saints may harm you with their own regret.
Sinners may delight with newly realized joys,
but saints may shock when found with boys.
In truth, saints and sinners walk along as one
for together they stroll when acts are done.
Saints will serve until their servings through,
then as sinner act with their sinning to do.
Together they blend life’s many strifes
with the goodness they have found in life.
Know that a passion for aiding humanity
often requires some sin-escape for sanity.
Always look for an authentic soul recipe
of saint plus sinner mixed with human need.
Pour out a majority of fresh grown saint weed
and add just a pinch of bottled sinner seed.
... CayCay Jennings
10-27-16
Saints and Sinners - Silent One's Contest - 6th Place
Delicate bonds woven into cobwebs of complex relationships,
Intricate strings spun into bundles of heavy responsibilities;
Confusing problems sewn into patterns of puzzling circumstances,
Strands of forgotten,unkept promises annealed into heedless betrayals;
Rings of dark,mysterious sins forged into chains of salvation and penitence,
Abstract ideas and unsaid words lost in a confound conundrum of unfathomable thoughts;
Myriad struggles and strifes knitted into an eternal web of wars within,
Pearly beads of dreams adorned upon a silver string of hope;
Glittery golden wishes embellished upon shimmering little joys,
Unknown little joys and haloes of happiness skim over a blissful content smile;
Ancient sorrows and aching grievances veiled under salty droplets of tears,
Threads of oblivious reasons entwined into fabrics of complicated enigmas of emotion;
Wiry solace and self-satisfaction entangled into a mesh of silently complacent compromises;
All the grains of life sift through the sieve of experiences,
Fitting into voids,gathering in a heap of wisdom;
All the delicate complexities of life seep through me,
Filling in pores,giving me,"a mortal",an essence of life.
Have you ever felt the need
For pure peace within
A peace that surpasses
The strong reality of sin
The peace that lets you know
God truly loves you so
That in spite of calamities,
You still know where your head is
The peace which makes you happy,
even when your'e sad
Peace flowing inwardly,
glowing outwardly,
when your'e mad
Peace that gives you confidence,
regardless of life's strifes
Peace that's really peace,
when you sleep at night
Peace, peaceful peace,
Don't know how
But I'm there now!
You're eight, my child, it's so bitter-sweet.
You're on your road to life complete.
Today was the day you see,
When you shed the booster seat.
I'd clip your wings as any father would
if I only knew it'd do you good.
But tied in chains you will never be
and far too soon you'll fly from me.
Ten more years and a woman grown.
Independent and leaving home.
Where did the time go? It flew so fast,
through smiles and laughter, but also casts.
To a world large and gone, growing by the day,
"when can you come home?" I'll someday say.
With life's problems, strifes and uncertainties,
Your father can't protect you, when you choose to leave.
"Stay" I'll beg, but you'll avoid my plea,
when you're eighteen, beautiful, wild and free.
When you're grown, my heart will go with you.
yet, if you only knew, letting go will destroy me too.
I do not fear death.
I will be brave to the end.
Hell doesn't want me
for I tell know lies.
I've seen the grim reaper,
the shadow of death.
He's nothing but an
imaginary creature
that I don't dread.
There are many ways
of death that I will not
mention.
Your the only one that
knows your fate of redemption.
They'll be sadness throughout
the nation.
If a war of the worlds unfolds.
The devil walks amongst us.
He strifes for our crime.
So make amends for your sins.
When I die
I don't want
anyone to cry.
I will face death and judgement
without panic.
Then I'll cross
the golden gates to heaven.
Form:
Like no one want's to get stuck in a valley:
A hollow or surface depression of the earth
Bounded by hills or mountains,the earth's bottompit,
So goes the story of my good friend struggling in:
THE VALLEY OF LIFE
He can't fail,he tells himself
Worn out but still spurred on
Determined to make his mark in life
He is expected not to go far at all
He still keeps his head above the water
Afraid to drown, cos he can't swim
Scuttling to dry land like a lost chick
Chickened out once, but not this time
Prepared to take on any adversity
Arms akimbo,ready for the strifes
A strong man he is , but inside he's a mess
Fighting a life long battle
Muscling his way out of this state
Fought battles,now he's faced with storms
Breaking down barriers has become a hobby
His headway keeps changing its position
Suddenly it strikes him real hard
At last his head and heart reach an accord
But alas,even his heart is divided
About right and wrong,on up and down
Drowning his last glass of liquor
Calls for more,but its all gone
He smiles and dejavou hits him
He sees his life in the situation at hand
At fourty-four and nothing to show
Used to best ,now refuses to come last
He wants to prove his mettle,leave the ghetto
A dream he has had for thirty years
Many have given up on him,though he still sees the light
Suddenly their is power outage,the power goes out
Now its darkness he sees,dejavou all over again
At the brink of success,disaster strikes
He stands up and walks out
He stretches his arms to the sky
He screams, "i've had enough","take me now lord"
Then power is restored,lights back again
He pockets his hands,shakes his head and walks away.