Best Underwent Poems
Their murkiness has begun, an agony may follow,
Yet, you can see their faint smiles with their eyes losing their glow;
There’s a cap on their head concealing their sparse hair,
Still, they don’t want to judge that life is so cruel and unfair.
They’ve accepted the fact that anytime may happen,
With this horrible disease which is also inherited from relatives and parent;
With all their gumption and fortitude, they wear prayers and faith in heart,
Strength in spirit to face the battle and trust God without a doubt.
They bravely underwent several treatments on pains without complain,
Knowing that some get streak of bad luck even from their environment;
All they wanted to do when amelioration happens,
Continue the struggle and show good examples to women.
On month of Breast Cancer Awareness, they’re making a shout,
Conducting the reveille for us all to keep abreast for the fight;
They believe that we’re in a brink of prevention which is better than cure,
If we avoid smoking and minimize alcohol to make our body safer for sure.
Having a healthy lifestyle is still the best,
Consumption of many fruits and vegetables and watch our diet,
Positive mental outlook and regular exercise are very important,
For a brighter tomorrow, against breast cancer- together we stand.
October 18, 2013 7.15 pm
Note:
This poem was written with the inspiration again of my cousin (now my 2nd poem dedicated to her ) and one of my colleagues. They’re both survivors of breast cancer. I lovingly dedicate also this poem to all our the breast cancer victims.
First Place
Contest: Pinktober
Judged: 11/6/13
Sponsor: My Greatest Poet/all time Fave, Linda
With or without wings
I hear her heart sing
what she does to me
the whole World can see
and what her love brings
Heaven has sent
guided by light
divine descent
leads me to right
underwent
reinvent
anew, I'm
loving,
Angel
She
.
To glance at the jagged hill is a dream
Just as I yearn to amble over its magma flow
Like a million salmon swimming up my bloodstream
I will see the Soufriere Hills, I just know
As the earth vented its seismic frustrations
many fled its tectonic conniption
That migration woke me from deep sedation
And my restless soul underwent a great decryption
There's a certain lure to a place with an "exclusion zone"
That makes me abjure my embrace of an old touchstone
There's a beguiling seduction to unremitting eruption
A smiling effluxion causing me to submit to its disruption
I've been a wayward wanderer
And a sojourner on a quest
I've been a perennial ponderer
And interminably, a seeker suppressed
But the moment I saw Montserrat
even only in a photographic image
I knew this was the place I had sought
to make my greatest pilgrimage
January twelfth two thousand and ten
witnessed near annihilation and destruction
of the Haitian nation
whereby countless/ nameless individuals
e’en the strongest Herculean type men
crushed by humungous slabs of building facades
practically demolishing every creation
since this island settled, which indigenous tribes
sought safety in any geologic den
seeking solace and salvation from wrath of nature
by paying obeisance via oblation
perhaps giving credence to clear water
in tandem with rooster and hen
that laid a golden egg,
especially as encroaching savages affected violation
particularly when Europeans foisted
forfeiture of land with primitive implement like pen
no matter that travesty, trickery, mockery,
et cetera wrought humiliation
pleading invaders to forsake such actions
that rent asunder culture beseeched god when
these brutish, nasty and (shortish) simians to cease desecration
yet the peoples of this dominion rose
from the ashes like the phoenix like bird
no mattered genetic pool
underwent white washing from scouring influx
from western thumping proselytizers,
which alien beliefs hard to swallow like curd
and basically bribery (with lustrous trinkets)
and those coveted legal tender bucks
foisted/ forced the unpleasant alternative
(wanton slaughter) to be clearly heard
yet within the very fiber of tropical man grove persons
patiently lined up their ducks
and declared as the first African American peoples
INDEPENDENCE to be the word
whence adulation, elation, inspiration akin to the sound winged fowl clucks
until the advent of the major earthquake
composed by this aging hippy type nerd
whereat remote control san voodoo affect every bloody word!
AMMA (Mother)
Amma, when you were with me,
I did not know your value.
Only when you left me,
Did I realise your greatness.
I remember all what you did,
All the sufferings you underwent.
Your never-ending care,
Your honesty and hard work.
Your sleepless nights,
During my days of sickness,
Your sacrificial deeds and struggles,
Your enduring patience.
My exam days were like yours,
Midnight or break of day,
You were there to support me,
Encouraging me to persevere!
Your ways were Simple, Humble,
God- fearing steps taken by you,
Will never be forgotten,
Guiding light of my life!
Above everything else, you taught me,
The power of the Almighty God,
Thanks for enriching my life in a myriad ways,
I am blessed to call you ‘Mother ‘
(Amma means ‘Mother’ in Tamil)
Spooky night
When on a dark rainy night,
Moon had cheated the sky,
No twinkle of stars in sight,
Scare was at its peak high !
Faster as I walked very vigilant,
Closer heard the footsteps follow,
Palpitations turned me intolerant,
Came trepidation, could not swallow,
Reflection veiled causing a gallop,
All of my strength as if it took,
Science and logic seemed a big flop,
Overpowered soon by the fictive spook,
My systems underwent absolute shutdown,
Beyond scope of thinking or a frown !
Written October 24th, 2014
For contest 'Ghost Stories' by Kelly Deschler
Noe entered for contest by Linda " Old Halloween"
Awarded 9th place win
Genealogy
—The beginning of a family tree—
The misery of his life in this unwanted land nonetheless,
made him learn how to bear in times of hardship under
the scorching sun in the field; comprehend what is the meant by forgiveness
when carrying a heavy burden on his back under the pouring lashes;
finding the way to wait till time comes in the sleepless nights,
tossing himself on the rough straw mattress.
He, therefore, knew that no man will perish
if there is a dream, whether it is sweet or terrifying,
and, therefore, he handed his dream down to his offspring.
Because my forefathers underwent unbearable agonies,
because my forebear forgave his oppressors,
their unwanted land became my own,
it became my beloved motherland,
and I am standing here as a proud member of this nation
the nation that tries not to live in the past
but live in a promised future for all.
I am holding the hands of the people
seeking oneness not because of colors of skin
but because of individual personality and human dignity.
O now is the time we most see the things
through eyes that are not distorted by prejudice,
O now is the time to realize the true meaning
of this nation’s founding fathers as they proclaimed,
“All men are created equal,”
and march to the our future proudly,
waving our nation’s beautiful flag,
in the spirit of mutual understanding and reconciliation,
diving into the unceasing currents of unbreakable promise
in the mood of harmony and unity.
Stone elongated nearly 4 thousand miles,
across the country of china, smiles.
The 16th century would see many small,
fortifications become a great wall.
The long wall's surface area is massive,
thus far, nothing man made has surpassed it.
Born of earth, gravel and stone,
passed down and extended to protect many thrones.
Still, invasions were a common act seen,
by you, great wall, through many passings.
The Qin dynasty united china's states,
the Ming dynasty met Mongols at their gates.
Watchtowers span the horizon in intervals,
for communication on such a long citadel was critical.
Listen and you can still hear the faint call,
to truly see china is to see the Great Wall.
Be ready with fire and smoke signal warnings,
who knows when the next storm will be forming.
You should have a good view from the towers peak,
but save your energy, for the steps are quit steep.
The wall underwent many changes and add-ons,
to accommodate it's new owners land and battalions.
Because of these needs varying with the ages,
the wall was constructed in various stages.
It was first conceived in 5th century BC,
though today only fragments of this can be seen.
For, the great wall is but a reference to one,
more walls show support, but gain less attention.
And it should be noted that great debts were paid,
to create such a wonder, the legends all say.
The First Fortress under Heaven came at a price,
it would take more than a million lives to suffice.
The efforts of artisans, emperors, and time,
soldiers, women and children alike.
Journey the silk road and watch it stretch,
westward of Jiayuguan to the dragon's head.
To the end of civilization and back,
and upon your return, you shall be a man.
Stone elongated nearly 4 thousand miles,
across the country of china, smiles.
The 21st century has made this world small,
but as long as time allows, there will be a Great Wall.
My broken pieces
My lost treasure
Unsettled situation
Loss of all in reach of you
Lack of sleep in thoughts of your leaving
A comeback
I cannot count the tears i shed for you
The pain i underwent
The loss i incurred
The sad moments i had
The loneliness i felt
All because you left
Had i wronged , forgive me
Had i unsatisfied you, give me another chance
Had i betrayed you, let me explain
Had i shown no care, trust me now
Had i been disrespectful, i promise not again
Had i shown no love, trust me,there's none other
Grant me a second chance
I can't fight alone, you are my sword
Can't make a move,you are my staircase
Can't make it, you are my hope
Can't smile, you are my only reason
Can't conquer for you are my only victory
Cant live without you, you left with my heart
It's a start again love
That now we settle
Never let go again
For we are a reality not trial
Long live we lovebirds
My poor right boob, has rainbow colours
After a biopsy the doctors had to do
I’m still in pain, but there’s no weeping
I yearn for sleeping
As dreamers do
Sadly for me I can’t get closure
Until my surgery in January
They cannot confirm, if I’ve got cancer
So I await the answer
But I don't feel blue
My poor bruised boobie is
Red and yellow and purple and green and blue and pink and black and painful!!
Ouch!
12-08-17
You may have noticed I’ve not been so active on soup recently…
Last week I had to have 10 mammograms (ouch x10), which detected a mass, and the next day i underwent a vacuum biopsy, (ouch times a million lol) a week later and the results are inconclusive so I need surgery in January to remove the lump and then I can finally get closure… the waiting is the worst part!
Who were those hoodlum, who wanted thy do lour ,
thou were revered by all the classes , honored by only colors' ,
thou ruled the entire family of the galleys , who looked like the great Hercules ,
who had a large amount of strength , whose strength was impenetrable .
Oh my great - Titanic , thou were the stage on which many lovers passed by,
those lovers who enjoyed their voyage dancing "Hula", which made thee more intensify,
there was a Capella sang by the silent water , which gave color to the entire dance ,
where have thy beauty gone , which have left us back alone , giving no further glance .
It was not thy carelessness , but the carelessness of thy master ,
thy master - underwent enjoying lashings , never thought the approaching disaster ,
in spite of loosing hubris , thou had been praised by all ,
nevertheless it was passable , but thy lifespan had become less and small.
Whom would I like to draw the blunder , for they were also in love with thy splendor ,
thy luxury would result winning bountiful amount of hearts , counting those spirits leaving the globe without blunder ,
I seek pardon to my dearest sweetheart , for my humble tears could sail thy gorgeous carcass ,
I have to get rid of all those pains , by crafting thy beauty to the late mausoleum grass .
I kept dreaming for thy creative beauty , but beauty never thought for my dreams ,
my thoughts try reaching the sun , but thy imagery covers all the sun beams ,
I promise to build a minster for thee , where my dreams and thoughts idolize thy existence ,
the minster would pray the poetic words of mine , never allow my mind-set reveal thy grieve disappearance !
I've not, in truth, knowing the late Ms. Carolyn,
It might be owing I am quite late to come in;
It's when I know about her from you, dear masters,
And learn you've found in her love's true lasting treasures;
Wildfire of adore, I feel, burning in! Spreading!
As the feelings underwent by, you, tears-shedding!
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Understand, please, my forms are betraying me here,
I've forgotten all styles taught by you to endear!
See how the very thought of death makes me forget,
Each feeling I've been treasuring in my sachet!
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Sentiments that you've been sharing of her sweetly,
Indeed, you've been loving her forever fondly!
It's this makes my mad mind to tell you so sternly,
Death has succeeded in making you feel lowly!
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Carolyn is not dead! She's caravanning! Feel!
She's researching on grave and coffin, with great zeal!
When she's out, kindly, convey my wishes to her!
Ask her to compose me, rhyme on her study rare!
15 August 2021
Tributes to Carolyn Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and a somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine
then the rascal walked dizzily
like a mechanic dancer
around the cinnamon circle
right under the scythe
and underwent a severance
the staggering truth was quite vague
then a postwar prelude under the lurid sky
piccolo semitone
sacrament
orchids
silhouettes on a merry-go-round
the jetty broke up
and a castaway went away
right before dawning
beforethe stellar equinox
but journey was a humdrum
with nautical nausea
just a medley of flukes
so we hit the road
on the roof of a magic bus
not just figurative
really peculiar
and finally let behind
all the cold sensations
a marble queen visits
with a priest with no faith
and start gentle mutiny
the celestial journey
is over at ten p.m.
and all we got left
is a sobering lethargy
When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river,
and when this cry reaches the midsummer night’s sky
the stars echo and a lyre in the constellation by Zeus’ throne
plays sad music. And when tone adds pathos to deepen the darkness,
a nocturnal bird soars in the dark air, too, singing a sad song over
a grave in Libethra.
The reason the river weeps with a plaintive requiem is,
not because Erebus is too far or Styx is too wide,
but the stern ferryman denies Orpheus’ passage
to netherworld where he once passed with the crowds of the dead.
Although he once made the Furies cheeks wet with tears,
won a Proserpine’s sympathy and made Hades himself gave way,
why Orpheus has to cry a heartrending cry over Eurydice again
with his plaintive tuned lyre and song of touching story of his beloved wife?
It’s because he couldn’t cross Styx for second time.
He cried through the weeks of sleepless nights,
regretting why he turned his face back to assure
Eurydice followed, and therefore, heard her last cry of farewell.
He called Eurydice’s name for the weeks of agonizing days and
nights without food stretching his arms in air as if trying to hold her,
though she is not there.
Since his second farewell to his beloved wife on the dark and steep passage
of Erebus, Orpheus played his lyre and sang sad songs unceasingly. He sang
to tell his regretful experience on the way to this world at Erebus to the rocks
with melancholic but touching tunes, he chanted an account of the tragic life
he underwent with a gloomy but moving sound to the trees.
A viper, therefore, struck Eurydice with its sharp fangs again,
a horror that of the Maenads’ desire to capture Orpheus
tore him limb from limb.
And when the river murmurs, Orpheus’ limbs fell in water
parted from his body call to one another wishing to come in one again,
Orpheus’ keenness to see his beloved Eurydice grows more and more.
I never thought I would be an educator.
I thought I was more of a chemist or a trader.
As time went by, I also became a translator.
You think you choose the job you do,
But time proves your job will find you,
And soon you like the job you take to.
Some take translation for a great art
And those performing for super smart!
Most agree to this, though in part.
Some take it for a tricky science
With rigid rules and much defiance,
Which also has a greater influence.
To translate is to live an experience
One underwent, but with a variance.
4/9/2016