silent country song
fades beneath the changing times
noises fill the road.
An Intended syringe
by Frank Daub
There is new intent in words today –
A syringe quality in what they
Say.
Injecting soul-aimed death –
a truer death than before,
When the possibility of Hope
bore
The possibility of escape
through laughter,
An understanding of soft-intended
humor.
A softer spirit in Meaning, then.
Now comes the specter of control,
A meaner chase against the soul.
All Indications point UNREPENTANT.
What did Paul’s letters warn?
Read gentle understanding –
Before eternal Morn.
Where is one human life worth more than another
Protest a killing, even consequences of the killer
You shout freedom those rape your babies
Who murdered, love one you bury six deep
Are we not free to do or told only one child
Thief cost you fingers, a bullet to well deserve
Our own pockets lined, looking easy way
While elderly robbed and anyone gullible weak
Socialist young, running free belt you spare
Don't believe guns, how you going defend
Walking out door, capped in ass
While evil rule dead, cowards fall begging knees
Look countries, refugee to war torn hunger
Beat like slaves control regime children lost
Parents die, hearts young harden hatred harvest
Is so much believe in a God of good sake humanity
Only choice your actions idiotic without concept
You thought before you did makes premeditated
Socialism, you no longer own what you earn
But deep pockets live extravagant life you dream
What courage to weather a crimson storm
Rising up bridging the gap between fear and action!
Life changes like the colours in autumn.
Transitions are not as smoothe as seasons.
A crimson storm rages in the depths of the soul
Throwing up confusion like debris.
A crisis of identity, faith and point of view.
A questioning of where one stands in life.
A crimson storm isolates us in our own mind.
We wonder if anyone could understand and
The methods of management is down to us.
Courage walks beside fear helping us to rise.
They cross the bridge of uncertainty together
And the person central to those feelings
Is greeted by joy on the other side
Because the storm did not hold them back.
When the heat of the crimson storm cools off
And life begins to settle down,
A character gains strength and knowledge...
What will this mean moving forward?
Evil you are, you with all your lack, lack of love, lack of truth, lack of forgiveness.
Evil you are that sit in lies, sits in hate, sit with the ones that are fake.
You pretend to love us, pretend to care, pretend that all is as it appears.
Like a cloud that is in the sky, you change, you move, you cause storms to pour out of the sky.
Evil was the day that you were needed to speak the truth, but you hide under the lies and neglected the truth, you feared loosing money, loosing a worldly position, loosing a person that was not even a friend.
Evil comes in many forms, it lurks, it waits, it plots, to kill us all, like God explained to us, we are moving through this time that looks like life.
Life is time and space that each of us create with our love and hate, so choose love, choose forgiveness, choose the path that makes us all live in a place of happiness, choose a place that we can all live in a place that we can build happiness.
Lifting prayer to God, today and always.
I killed myself
As I felt the need
The need to crush self
The need to crush greed.
I born myself again
As my body remains,
Ready to regain
Breaking the fence.
I didn't kill myself
But the false identity
Forced by family
Forced by society.
I didn't born myself again
But a little part of nature
Without any pain
Without any pleasure.
Sitting in his car
Judd Monte was counting stars
Enjoying his sedative place
Displaying a happy face
Then a disgruntle spinster appeared
Lunatic possessed dear
Judd Monte knew her from grade one
Elementary fun
Recess under a soothing sun
They say,
On her birthday
Moonlight shining bright
Instigated her to fight
Until this evening
Judd Monte committed not leaving
Armed with wine
Glasses to dine
Fully subscribed
Judd Monte tried
Presenting ways to win
Against the angry sin
“You see that planet out there
The moon, it is not supposed to scare”
Judd Monte’s Spinster debated her mission
And listened
Showing an immersive trance
Choreographed by those who dance
Judd Monte made the peaceful advance
Turning the uneventful sight
Romantic not a fright
Entertained by the moon
Playing a jazzy tune
Next time you cannot see
Just believe
And turn on the moonlight
It will guide you through the night
Autumn is reliable,
She will always be on time.
She's a good in-between
Of harsh winds
And when the sun still shines.
I love when she's here.
I hate what she represents:
The new year coming,
Another chapter ends.
Another school year,
Another “new year, new me,”
Another person who will never
Be as beautiful as she.
Because she can change
Without looking back,
Drop the old her, and still
Look beautiful while doing that.
Nobody I've ever met
Is as breathtaking as she,
Because she doesn't dwell
On shedding her summer leaves.
She changes colors,
Letting everyone know
That winter's coming, but for now,
It's her autumn show.
I wish I was autumn,
Being able to drop and change.
But I hold the past too tight.
I'm too afraid to play her game.
My steps carry an old drum
Codes,
Beats carved from bone
Memory,
Rhythms that survived every
Crossings.
My breath has memories it recognizes
Ancestors vows,
The ones whispered under the
Moonlight
When freedom was a fabrication
And courage was the only
Currency.
Thunder lives in my ribs,
They call me loud-
But truth calls me home.
I am the echo of silenced
Voices,
I am a freedom fighter-
Born with my soul's fists raised.
trees' seed
limbing
streetlight
fills lies
blue snap
mopped map
boughs break
away
blues stream
my cheeks
stop leaves
why me
changed, few
green, blue
Coffee, that invigorating liquid
changes occur between each sip
– relish the rich taste
Life, that chronologically dimensional timeline
between here and eternity
The battle garb of the ages is in constant motion
revolutionary – a curvature of time, a drastic alteration
An immediate recognition
the poison that has accumulated within our souls
If eternity is an afterthought
something that follows the present moment
– then what is the true reality?
It is time to remember who we are
j u s t i f i c a t i o n
I shall not live to see changes for the better
But those who do will not notice them
Just as I did not notice the changes
Having taken them for granted
And yet, previous generations
Could only dream of such changes
Well, at least about some of the better ones
That have taken place in my lifetime
And even then, they hardly indulged themselves
In such irresponsible illusions
But I merely wish to say
That I care nothing for the future,
For the simple reason
That I won’t be there
Of course, this is selfish
But no more selfish than having a body
And a soul that belongs only to me
As part of some greater whole
I am of no interest, even to myself
Let alone to others
I have no need for lofty abstractions
To prove my existence
And find it valuable in itself.
opaline oyster
pricelessly squeeze milk
into allspice tea
silvery hair gleams
cream floats ivory —
pearl last crumb of bun
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Third Placement
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
Contest: Colour my World :
6 lines x 5 syllables
30.9.26
As he anchored his longship ashore,
He relished the sight of the horizon, where rugged cliffs thrusts beyond, the cotton clouds filled the blank blue skies.
He felt the wave of the currents crash against, drenching him and his feet in every step of the way—the smell of salt rusted the air.
Over the hills and far away, the red-orange glow of the dawn was slowly swallowed by the sea.
The longship rocked back and forth—white sails flapped against the whispering breeze.
"I am far from home." The Nomad said.
He knew the expedition is all but nought. He reached the Nameless Land, the Land of No Return.?
I …
saw a
person today …
mocking the murder of a good man -
making fun of a horrific death
that had played out before the eyes of children
on a sparkling bright, joyous day -
their pure memories, now defiled with blood …
I waited … and waited more
for I half expected the heavens to rend
and a bolt of lightning to strike
this person down …
that’s how egregious this was -
how utterly … disgusting
but all I saw was people celebrating and
cheering this blatant beast of a human
all I heard was the acrid, revolting
sound of derisive laughter …
and I realized then humanity had crossed
a new and remarkable line
where malice and animosity and intolerance -
where the precepts of HATRED -
have become something to celebrate
something … to be proud of …
my knees buckled, my spirit crumbled
and my broken heart wept
for what this new reality might mean to
the futures of my grandchildren
and the precious destiny
of their …
world.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
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