A slow descent of lovers in white,
drifting along the quiet current.
A pair of travelers, strangers to the dark,
Jack Frost isn’t too kind to wanderers.
As dusk claims the sky, a storm makes haste.
Desperately holding on to each other,
their crystals begin to change.
They can’t remain as they are.
The violent storm, an orchestra of stars.
Black clouds in a sky of crystals,
hail bulldozing through dusk,
The rise of winter has just begun.
Mercilessly dragged away from each other,
the two get tossed by raging winds.
Alone, they travel across separate skies
slowly forgetting each other's faces.
When the snow melts, there he lay awake,
the last one of his kind, enduring Mother Nature.
As the crystal begins to decay and deform,
a ripple spreads through the puddle of memories.
He began to rise, higher and higher into the black sky.
Changing into his former glory, a snowflake once more.
Drifting alone in darkness,
for no two can be alike.
Trained dogs to rape
raped doctors in prisons
used human shields
snipers to kill children
bombed churches
taken woman and children
hostages of the streets
beating them
burning villages
bulldozing history
Zionists deserve
to burn in hell
is your choice
to burn with them
or join humanity
It rained for three days
Constant outpouring awakens
The dry river to life again
A little farther besides our home
I hear the rumbling sound
Of water slowly snaking though
Descending, bulldozing its might
Pushing those like foam and debris
Downward plaining going farther
I can't wait for my outburst feeling
Whether I be sad, fear or happy
Sad cause by the inundation
Of what if it will go to flooding
And cause damage to land and properties
Fear of natural disaster to happen
Happy for our root crops ration with water
The rain did not stop its fury
I was tamed for three days in seclusion
Looking outside observing the effect
Slowly the rain die down its anger
Slowly also the river begun to calm down
Almost a day also the river dries up
And it goes back to totally back to sleep
That's when my fear and sadness also cease
Back to normal, life goes on to live.
Written By: D. Collins 10/12/23
Is depriving people of food, fuel, and water genocide?
With no reporters in Gaza and the world lets it slide.
It is easy to look away as if a slaughter isn’t about to happen.
The reason I know it so, is because it’s happened since 1947.
Does bulldozing homes sound like war to any of you?
It’s more of a scorched earth approach from my view.
All the photo props telling Israel America has their back.
Cutting off food to children! I’m not down with that.
What war crime could possibly put that to shame?
I can only think of one but won’t mention names.
The war isn’t about Hamas, but to eradicate the people.
As they snatch more land ensure there will be no sequel.
It's not easy
keeping yourself together
when there is a part of you
hiding away still darkened
with fear. It's been curled up
there for years.
Then there's that other part
of you who can't keep still,
creating havoc as it charges
around your head
demanding answers, bulldozing
certainties until there is nothing left
except rubble strewn across
the mind.
Other parts play silly games,
or put you down or flicker
on and off in a constant state
of not knowing what to do.
They're the ones that stutter
on the lip of every day,
running down your batteries until
there's not much left of you.
You wake up
each morning feeling depleted
as if half of you has gone missing
in your sleep and what remains
is a bag of parts that no longer fit.
Like children you've given
each a name, fed and provided
them with shelter.
Worn out by the labors
of their want, you hope one day
they'll grow up and go. Then,
you can think about downsizing
into the less cluttered spaces
of the real you.
Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers listen
through touch,
they become deeper, more blunted,
a vibration of mallets.
Frown the brow,
push the plow
make music drive a steamroller.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders, and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
comes a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing a blunt pathway
into cramped 19th century streets,
where in the absence of safety barriers,
all but one turns a deaf ear.
Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
plows a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing its trenchant path
into the cramped streets;
where in the absence of safety barriers,
a defiant deconstruction
has begun.
Money, has created the wealthy
and many, who are unhealthy
Money, has given us disease
with a bacterium, of too many humans
Money, has created the wars
which has made, many sores
Money, has made many do crime
to relieve stress, by having a dime
Money, is not there for many
to have, a good quality life
Money, has been abusing our granite
which can only, destroy our planet
Money, has taken away equality
with no chance, of becoming equal
Money, has taken away respect
to care and be fare, for all life
Money, is destroying our creatures
by bulldozing, Mother Nature
Money, has given us leaders
who greed, for their own need
Money, has created those who are evil
who use and abuse, just like the devil
Oak sprite man climbed up a piece of the bark
To get a little higher, to peer into the bowels of the forest.
They were coming; he could sense them
They had not been in this part of the forest for a long time
Spider’s webs as large as a bull’s back should have deterred them
But he knew they were determined
What is it? His wife asked.
Shh! He cautioned her. I think it is humans.
Not this far out, she assured him. They would not dare.
But they did
And they built a house there.
After bulldozing his favorite tree.
He never forgave them
Played tricks on them for years
Just to show he could.
Beethoven smashes one piano after another.
He shears through keyboards,
a peasant scything hay.
The composer's fingers don't grow deaf,
they become deeper, more blunted,
like mallets.
His apartment is disorderly,
tools and equipment
are hidden in Dresden figurines,
in elderly Delftware,
ball-peen hammers crammed
into the whittled stems of goose quills.
Augers, grinders and rotary tillers
are rendered into themes and motifs.
Wrecking crews hum and stamp,
tables thump out allegro dissonance.
Into this din and demolition
plows a heavy sonata
the hard-nosed 'Hammerklavier'
bulldozing its trenchant path
into the cramped streets;
where in the absence of safety barriers,
a defiant deconstruction
has begun.
Never
Can I begin to
Comprehend
How could I ever
Understand what you went though
Imagine what your eyes have seen
Fathom what your ears have heard
Feel the hunger that ravaged your body
Comprehend the savage cruelty endured
Day after day
In the streets then in the camps
Nowhere to hide or run
Can’t even pretend to grasp
The meaning of
Extermination of loved ones
Evil staring you in the eye
Godless droids overtaking the world
Bulldozing all in their path
While the universe
Stands by in disbelief
How does one pick up and carry on
Beyond the nightmare
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
First comes the soldiers, then comes the tanks,
Just another day in the Gaza Strip and West Bank.
Heartless military monsters show no remorse,
Itchy trigger fingers so eager to use force.
Torturing children, breaking their bones,
Occupying lands and bulldozing their homes.
Then you become a UN registered refugee,
While fishermen are constantly harassed at sea.
Protesting in Bilin leads to tear gas and guns,
Coca-Cola, Motorola equals Israeli army funds.
Hundreds of checkpoints and roadblocks all over the place,
Discrimination, humiliation due to the features of your face.
Pregnant women are dying for just making the trip,
Fox news don’t show that due to its censorship.
This is ridiculous, how much more can they possibly take?
The sad thing is only a fraction of the world is awake.
Open your eyes, stop ignoring, things are far from fine
What more can I say, free Palestine.
Thoughtless Day
I was looking out of the window
The view was a road and an opposite wall
And I decided to think of nothing
Emptying my brain for all the rubbish and
Lies I had read today and let it sink into the silt
Of the forgotten yet is silt that one day can be
made of mud and do a lasting service
for mankind, and since the settlers keep bulldozing
Palestinian dwellings, no, no I will not think of
This and why should I since I`m not thinking
Like the rest of the world.
Man, it is difficult not to think about love and death
And all the things in between so I look at the white wall
It is five years it was painted, but it still looks new.
No, this is too hard I will go and make a coffee eat
A biscuit and think the freezer need to be defrosted
SYNOETIC NOUVEAU
misreflect moving introspect
factualize flamboyancy
in radical fanaticism
a gaudy malady
of catastrophic
opulence
beauteous summaries blush
nontoxic pure embolic
stencilling set lustrations
a nubile Nirvana
of candy essence
affluence
fantastical floatation’s drift
bulldozing stagnant brains
decomposing in doubt
radical rare rhapsody
of loves chastised
lavishness
© Kim van Breda
As deities undress
Sidesaddle the monk
Who’s utterly confused
To see atrocities wax
A sculpting bulldozing
Branding a blueprint
Spewed unto man
Irrigating sewage
Leaking in shoes
Stomping out dogma
In spangled shawls
Confetti balloons fall
As subjectivity subjects
Each a unique nook
To harbor opinions
Cultivating folly trees
Aiding sleeps process
As conclusions draw
Brisk as a piece
Fired on whiteboards
Washing whitewaters
Drifting down to the next
Who believe they know
The universe's edge
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