I am singing from a corner of the house
Sweet or hoarse,sentimental or appealing,melody or clamour
No one bother and no one can help
People are violating
Virus is attacking
Sad, heartbroken and a chaos
I am lost
I sing to the underprivileged and unfortunates
And also the Almighty God for help
I can only sing
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ lying in my bed
I heard ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ one solemn word ¦¦¦ said
A bird began to sing.
I heard a dog ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
And a ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ cock;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ It was five o'clock.
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ bird sang,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The cock ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ had gone mad.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the dark skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ cried "Look! Lift up your eyes!"
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ wind and wave;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ cried out ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ "Be brave!"
The ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ market-carts,
The pounding of men's feet
Were drowned in song; ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
The song was loud and sweet.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of The Church-Bell by Elinor Wylie)
The Chaos of an uncertain future can describe any future
Because tomorrow is not promised
I have seen lives lost suddenly that have affected me because
They were loved ones and my life was rearranged by loss
Then came the biggest loss of my son
And it caused me to rethink who I am
Because I am no longer the mother of two living sons
And it is infuriating to me to live without my youngest son
I am not angry at him, but the situation
And the certainty that I will never be again who I was before he died
(“Crappy Collective Karma Happens Too Merit Badge”, 2014, original oil)
Release the criminal
Even the convicted
So they can offend again.
Teach the child
To doubt everything
Their parents and cultural roots.
Instill the fear
Of a terrorist attack,
Mass shooting or climate change.
Encourage riots, street violence
Race and ethnic and religious conflict
So that there is no trust of others.
Destroy the family unit
Without civility and decency
In absence of the sacred.
Bring on the chaos
In the name of hope and change
‘Till it all falls down.
(9/2/26)
Shadows break her world,
She stands barefoot in the glass,
Still, her spirit sings.
It would seem no real scope
Issues over which they gloss
Perhaps we were all dope?
To think the elite give a toss!
Someone through us a rope
Who has the right to play boss
Society is struggling to cope
People so angry, getting cross
Though people hold on to hope
Even when all is now at a loss
Because were in this kalidoscope
It would seem of utter chaos!
An ida way back january 2025
Thinking about current issues
Under the moon
Under the sun
Sun produce life
Sun burns life
Life is on a cycle
Life is already written
Written villains
Written heroes
Heroes of the past
Heroes of the future
Future wars
Future birth
Birth of a nation
Birth to chaos
Chaos is a gift
Chaos is allowed
Allowed to bring change
Allowed to bring peace
Peace through confusion
Peace through understanding
Understanding life is full of wonder
Understanding life is beautiful
Beautiful creations
Beautiful people
People of the corn
People of this earth
Earth is dying
Earth will live
Live with possibilities
Live judgment free
Free spirit
Free love
Love the journey
Love God
God is with us
God has a story
Story of an ending
Story of a beginning
Beginning of fire
Beginning of a new world
World of peace
World of screams
Screams of pride
Screams of joy
Joy over fear
Joy comes again
Again we play
Again we shine
Shine
Play
Pastel pages turn and turn,
colour mix turning to burn.
Foster baby cries its first,
bursts of today taking its turn.
Every shade will have its season,
every fire will find its reason.
Blister pack locked it in,
soaking up packets of sin.
Last moments in the soup,
regaining a sense to recoup.
Hold the light against the glass,
let the colours drift and pass.
Nothing owed and nothing lost,
only the turning, only the cost.
Past the future round and round,
pure chaos in master the sound.
Beauty in the knowing.
Everything showing.
Amidst this chaotic emptiness,
My tears forgot their way down my cheeks.
I penned to soothe my lingering mind,
And painted to stop its dripping leaks.
How can I join the pieces of my heart?
When the shattered pieces are nowhere to be found.
Take a child, any child
And paint it any colour.
Place it in any mother’s arms,
Anywhere in the world: watch it grow.
Tell me now, who to blame for the disorder,
the chaos and prejudice in this anomalous world.
(3rd Placement Win in Line Gauthier's Bite Size No 150 contest)
On this day we often think,
Why we were taken to life’s brink,
Unable to say our final goodbye,
Our souls ache, as we question why.
Though in memories we find solace and peace,
The gaps that remain will never cease.
Though we couldn’t see you in action one last time,
Your being lingers on – ever so sublime!
The presence of your absence - it oft cuts deep,
Your quirky ways, into our lives does creep -
So very often, and in every place,
Our trend of thought - such memories displace!
Cherishing in our dreams where time dissolves,
Your presence, and spirit forever evolves.
And as we travel around and journey afar,
Every word unspoken becomes a shooting star!
In the canvas of memories colours blend –
A symphony of emotions without an end,
In the depths of the unknown we find true solace –
A bond unbreakable, etched in God’s abiding grace.
Copyright © 2022 by Crystal David John
11.12.2022
wrote this poem after losing my husband suddenly in 2019
Dearest writer,
Use me for a just and right cause,
Let the ink in me never pause,
I am here to help you fight,
With peaceful force and our might,
To see that issues are brought to the light,
So that chaos and corruption are set right.
Yes, reading what I help you write,
Will cause panic and fright,
And for some, extreme delight,
Because together we bring insight!
Your Sincere Friend
Pen
Copyright © by Crystal David John
Hot air shimmies
down the dirt road
and asphalt sidewalk alike
Your skin is breathing
its little flame tassels
in unison
Chaos is here and there, everywhere
You are steeped in its ancient solvent
melting the rigid fabric of
long outgrown frames of mind
Offer your edge to the wild
unruly breath
to the dance of
constriction and release
Let the string of sweat beads
scatter on the floor of this friction
Flow down to the land of this skin
that knows no bounds
Holy water rising from the bone-deep well
to rinse you clean, wash you down
crack you open to surrender
dip you and your inmates
into the luminous presence
of an ordinary breakout
Hallelujah
Granny wished the worst male evil upon me when I was young and I never truly forgot.
Consumed by her unchecked lust and desperate for mens' approval; she's lost the plot.
The ancestral spirits tell me to forgive but remind me that her heart is still a cold dot.
Note: This poem is about a paternal grandmother of mine. I rarely talk about how she used to leave me in hot cars during excessively hot summers just to go shopping for herself. While I truly do admire her fashion sense, I don't wish to be like her at all when I am older, either.
When chaos splits the dawn and scatters early light
The path once cast as wrong may rise and prove its right
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