sky's release of tears
bombard the ground but create
beautiful rainbow
It feels like it’s been forever,
Spending eternity unmoving,
Cluttered with bugs and branches—
Still, stuck to the same tree.
All I do is watch the stars,
Watching as they shine,
Each one trying to steal my gaze.
But then I saw the moon,
Infatuated, so full of life,
It didn’t bombard me with light,
Yet it was the brightest in sight.
Everything began to clear—
While I was left motionless,
My vision a blur—
I cried.
The moon gave me a choice,
To chase its light,
Or stay stuck on this tree.
And for once in my life—
I stood.
Faithful friends frown; while wind blows hard,
With manners fake love disregard.
To open our reasoning eyes well,
By chance to escape raging hell...
Unlike been lucky playing card!
We are loyal, but don't loose guard.
We are brave, not without regard¡
In our schoolyard, moon can sure tell,
Faithful friends frown.
By the harsh sun, some gets so scarred,
But Kayode gets us bombard...
By such nice heart of random spell...
Both moon and sun do bluntly yell
Off violence without bodyguard.
Faithful friends frown!
A significant relationship ends,
Causing loss of a part of one's future;
Wasting a routine and a profound sense
Of attachment that needs a mental cure.
Mind in terrible shock and disbelief
Declines to accept the reality;
Intense sadness increases the deep grief,
Where heart no longer beats with joy and glee.
Frustration fiercely assaults the sad soul,
Bitterness and blame bombard the spirit;
Anger and resentment ruin the whole,
Crushing it to pieces without limit.
Attempts to negotiate start to bargain,
But this fantasy doesn't stop the wrath;
Reappearance of scenarios brings pain,
Erasing hopes to shift the aftermath.
In the period of emotional lows,
Coming to terms refuses to be killed;
When stream of everyday depression flows,
Growth begins to move forward to rebuild.
Days too long for the sun to bite still hard,
All trees bring forth leaves that are mostly green,
Different hues are what summer fails to preen,
With grace, yet with force, summer's hands bombard.
Rain may catch even the prepared off guard,
Its runoff sweeps paved roads fresh, clear and clean,
Its grains and pebbles make the oceans glean,
Yet it lets wild weeds grow in each farmyard.
Longer night, fall, I beg of you to bring,
With coolness that summer deprived me of,
So on my bed I can sleep like a king,
And turn it into a playground for love,
Where our love and our affection can sing,
As we playfully embrace, push, and shove.
Many mountains, seas, women, and dollars made
But for you only was each moment played
As an aged wine flask, your decrepit skin cracks
As flaccid muscles bend your creaking back
Hard hammer toes hamper your stiff walking style
Toilet king, bilious bombard of bile
Fog obscures your mind, only to rise again
Wishing for many things which might have been
Stung as by tzetse flies you cannot forget
Fantasies won’t revive corpses of regret
Too late, with dreams drooling down your hoary chin
Awaken to the state you are now in -
A dream without legs, with all hope beyond reach -
A jellyfish sunbathing on a beach.
With gratitude zeal from the heart
Exuding worshipful bliss
My soul praises the Almighty
Revived by the Holy Ghost
While faith does gaze yon firmament
Vanquishing doubts that bombard hope…
Directed toward caring kindness-route
Thankful* spirit keeps on radiating exuberance
Moved by the Lord’s tender mercy
To overcome apathetic arrogance
Smiting cold dealings...
Reverberating heavenly triumph
While optimizing reaching-out fulfillment
Grateful life creates poems spontaneously with vibrant mirth
Exalting the Creator Who warms grace, joy, and peace for sharing glow.
*1 Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
April 8, 2025
3rd place, "National Poetry Month Word Prompts" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Crystol Woods; judged on 4/14/2025
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National Poetry Month
You don’t stand a ghost of a chance,
I have a lot of patience.
I’ll do what it takes to win your heart
no matter what comes.
Day and night I’ll bombard you with gifts so
you’ll not be able to erase me from your mind.
My love for you burns so brightly
it blots out the sun.
I will write tender love poems
that will melt your cold exterior.
Nothing will keep us apart.
WE GO 2 WAR
- Hughes/Maldonado, FUNK, 2008
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War
is just
decision
made in comfort
of palatial rooms
fed by self-interest,
ego, fear, fame, hatred, greed,
not counting cost of destruction
deaths, displacements, disabled lives, loss.
Trifling matter for decision-makers.
How many healthy lives wasted for this?
How many families wiped out clean?
How much money spent to keep up?
detonate, bombard, shell, blast,
decimate, shoot, snipe, spray,
raid, hostage, exchange?
Just red-blood spills
unjust deaths
nothing
else
Many never come home from battle.
Most come back for war, but not all
come back without being traumatized
by the reality of death and dying.
This fact reminds us of those who are
suffering from post-traumatic syndrome.
He lived the pathos and pain of war
He’s still haunted by blood-flowing
Upon the battlefield
The sounds of gunfire and shells
Bombard his tortured mind
He was just a boy when sent to war
Came back traumatized from being
Upon the battlefield
Still hearing gunfire and shells
Target his tortured mind
He will always bear the pangs of war
Can’t forget his buddies dying
Upon the battlefield
Cut down by gunfire and shells
Left him with tortured mind
He stares at the wall. sees naught but war
And its horror amidst fighting
Upon the battlefield
And facing gunfire and shells
Inside his tortured mind
His life few will ever understand
This hero with a tortured mind
A question mark tail
Manipulation azured
Cat strums dinner bell
Lamp genie, leg rubbed
Here is where magic begins
Tale of two kitties
The Coliseum
Shake hustle booty, duties
Reminds you calmly
Angels to record
Catechism lessons heard
Lest schisms bombard
Never a dull day
Clouds of 'tainment, purrtaining
To Biblical plagues
Don't lean in hard wind
Christ will return as Lion
We will also be kin
Talking fish plaque says
Cats'trophy?, plus Pawstrophe
Mysterious ways
Eat your veggies you'll grow up big and strong
That's what parents used to tell little boys
I'm wondering what they told dainty little girls
Must have used some other devious ploy
Like eat your veggies you sweet young thing
Boys will come knocking at your door
This underhanded method of cajoling offsprings
Was quite normal in the days of yore
The kiddies of today are much more aware
The Internet's where they get their facts
If you try to bombard them with the stuff we got
They'll look at you as if you're cracked
Time marches on in a time honoured fashion
Yesterday's technology is old hat
You no sooner buy the latest up to date gadget
When a newer version comes out topping that
When will this joy ride ever come to an end
Probably never so best get used to it
Keep eating your veggies it's still a good plan
Eating healthy will help you stay fit
Why do I care?
Why was I there?
Why do I love you?
Why do I want to?
Why is life so hard?
Why do worries bombard?
Why? why? why?
Ocean turmoil waves thrash with pure fury
Remote stalwart lighthouse on bed of rock
Shaft of light warning ship sails securely
Wild elements bombard around the clock.
On the darkest of night when all is drear
No stars to be seen and bright moon obscured
Mariners stand watch resolute no fear
Brilliant light cleaves darkness all reassured.
Sailor's life remote sailing seven seas
Isolated, lonely yet they endure
In midst of fierce storm, feelings of unease
Midnight watch on duty safety secured.
Dark desolation yet the ship sails on
Mariners singing they're not woebegone
'R' Words
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Remote
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
04/04/2023
Pixabay Image; Darksouls1
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