We see them all as pests to be destroyed.
For they feed upon our food crops galore.
And invade all our homes by the score.
They bite and sting and this we can’t avoid
So poisonous chemicals must be employed.
Daily we spray these insects more and more
As our inventive ways come to the fore
To make their reproduction then fall void.
But we are focussing on self-interests
Thinking that we now can control nature.
We will rid our world of these wretched pests.
With clever chemicals we’ll be master.
And soon bring an end to all those insects
As we are in command of Earth's future.
Life is an eternal ecstasy
Flowering as ripe old age
Liabilities over, shorn of shackles
Confined to oneself and free to peep into
Fads and foibles lying dormant for decades
The wisdom at its best, with the strings few
Leaves, petals, breeze, dawn, dusk and dew
As adorable companions offering divine notes
To the melody of heart, mood and passions
Echoing as penance, serenity and joy
With love, compassion and forgiveness
All in one
The hidden hues come to the fore
With unknown treasure on the fingertips
Making million times richer and able
Turning thoughts in to wings, ready to fly
To reach the stars, moon and the clouds
The exciting new self, hitherto unknown
Opening days as an era of joy and thrill
Planning solo journey to new destinations
It is time to rediscover the life
Merging with the chastity of earth and sky
And enjoying virginity of the divine
In the life’s second bloom
What else one could aspire for
More than a world without war?
We’ve seen many wars before…
And lost countless lives heretofore.
Against wars if you want to fight for,
With open hearts come to the fore.
If you want them to happen no more,
Reasons for their cause you explore.
Altogether, your differences you ignore;
Foster not enmity among you anymore.
Jealousy and envy you fully deplore;
Love and affection you finally restore.
There the weapons of destruction galore;
Them each one of us has to abhor.
For ‘Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam’ if you implore,
The world minus war for you will be in store!
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A World Without War Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
2nd Place
Get me out of my head, it's getting tight and cramped in here
A sought solution for remorse and unexplainable fear.
Thoughts interwoven with sadness come to the fore
As the brain tries to compute this near impossible chore.
Hope and exuberance, wastefully binned
Like a snowball in hell or a Candle in the Wind.
Get me out of my head, for its not the place I want to be
Desire for a one-way ticket to a floating rock in the sea.
Try as you may to find some solution,
Alas, in vain, due to the mind's pollution.
Years of mental neglect with the ignorance of knowledge.
Instead your convinced of your own cut off college.
Get me out of my head, I no longer like the company.
A free house for post-traumatic events to subtly sneak up on me.
Let's see what tomorrow brings, for it can be no worse.
Let's look for redemption whilst entering the final verse.
For it's you and you alone that can remove that impending dread.
By calmly and gracefully removing yourself from your head.
Come cover me with taffeta blue
let the shine rub onto you
when joined with cotton the feel becomes joy
in its pure state
I love the touch of man-made materials
when I speak with my cello silence prevails
when cloth unites with the subtle texture of painted wood
the touch is overwhelming my heart becomes raucous
But then I play my cello silently
it groans in soft delights
the audience wriggles in their seats
heaven itself can’t contain the beauty of the subtle pianissimo
“Hush,” I said to the multitudes, they became quiet
I played a blue cello; a golden muted trumpet accompanied me
we began with a melodic mezzo piano playing with restrained bird calls
softly the bird songs sat above lilting melodious notes
Notes carry one toward into soulful ecstasies
long panoplies of chords flow like water into a placid lake
cellos then come to the fore filling out the symmetry of music
the full composition is luscious manna to the ears and soul
Chaotic chords flow to their beginning
returning to resolve to the tonic
to peaceful respite like humans require
to final rest
Celebration of a new year,
Thankful for life that chauffeurs my being,
Not forgetting a door is opened to the unseen,
Not forgetting it's my onus to decide
where the needle goes.
My resolutions come to the fore,
My planning against life's uncertainties,
My decisions versus life's twists,
My prop for every tomorrow I see.
I'm climbing every dreaded mountain,
I'm going down the forgotten roads,
My eyes are in the dark for hidden treasures,
I'm reclaiming my waterlogged lands,
Though what comes must come,
Need they?
My resolutions are my frontlets.
January 1, 2023.
It’s a copious flow,
Like a ceaseless waterfall,
Like the expanse of the sky,
Like an infiltration into the soil on a rainy day.
They can't all come to the fore,
They can't all walk through dawn's door,
Journey on its path,
Bask in its pervading light.
Some are uninvited guests,
They gatecrash into my chamber,
They beat vehemently on my walls,
They are turbulent waves.
They are a part of us,
A mirror of someone no one sees,
A stranger cloaked in our beings,
Our everyday assailants.
December 23, 2022.
Our Soul's Wish List Poetry Contest,
Unseeking Seeker.
HOW TO EMBRACE LIFE
Life is up to you
Either a confused strife
Or rev up your life
What to choose?
It's all up to you.
If stumble upon an argument
Accompanies disagreement
Inner commotion creates ripples
Our weaken system cripples
Differences break us apart
This pave the way to depart
If ready for peace
Issues ready to cease
Stability within
Stillness set in
Clarity touches to the core
Solutions come to the fore
What to choose?
It's all up to you.
FIRST PLACE
ALL YOURS (May 27)
Contest Judged: 5/27/2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Everyone's waitin' for somethin'
Somebody is waitin' for me
Don't know who and I can't tell where
But someday I'll know where she be
I've traveled the world in my day
She hasn't yet come to the fore
I pray she has not impatience
She's waitin' a little bit more
I've pictured her deep in my mind
Brunette or perhaps golden hair
And I'll know her when I see her
She will see me just waitin' there
Everyone's waitin' for somethin'
Somebody is waitin' for me
She has blue eyes and golden hair
Or maybe a brunette she will be
5-29-20
Contest: Brians Choice 10
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Work from home, for all I care
May I do the same, if that's fair?
The new order demands connectivity
The old required face to face objectivity
Efficiency, I seek to communicate
Don't ever pontificate
I am in a deep state
A state of knowing your unbelieving fate
I am at risk of losing faith in Him alone
Becoming of the ingrates, a clone
This is a time to grow some more
Allowing the word to come to the fore
A sprinkle of humour
A dash of wit
A twinkling eye
Many a soft word
A barely audible sigh
A tender touch
Let lips the other's cheek lightly brush
A glass or two of wine
Fine food
A candlelit room
With such ingredients
The wonder of love
Will come to the fore
So be careful your love potion to pour.
Those elements will never fail
Keep them as your holy grail
There will be times in the lives
Of the most strongest
And steadfast men
When they know not
What to say or do…
What is right or wrong
When they know not
What’s truly goin’ on…
Confusion and bewilderment
Are words that readily come to the fore
Circumstance …and mayhaps just chance
Can cloud the clearest of minds
And ignorance can be bliss
Oft times it seems the brightest dreams
Be sunk in a sepia sea
Aye, sometimes being in the dark
… is not such the bad place to be…
As I come to the end of the year
it's always good to take a look back
see the ups, the downs and their effects
learn from mistakes to get off the rack
Many lovely holidays we did enjoy
the highlands in January at Crieff Hydro
then in April to lovely sunny Madeira
so relaxing taking life real slow
Learn to grow in God's word come July
great week at Keswick convention no less
then October took us to Pitlochry town
the enchanted forest there simply no stress
Throughout the year many Hospital calls
my PSA kept down under control
my stammer took the slide once again
so dry my tongue many words own goal
Such a blessing all my friends on here
too many to name they know who they are
so encouraging and inspiring all over the globe
their pens come to the fore from near and far
My greatest support is my Christine
at my back keeping me going strong
but my blessed saviour Jesus always close
stands with me always to eternally belong
Hear the untold song we sing at any cost,
Though the crowd may laugh and children, jeer:
Through the parting clouds, lascivious angels leer,
Till a fall from heaven spells their holocaust.
Sing the unsung tale of dirty angels lost,
Licking off our faces the salt of our dry tears,
Our bloodshot eyes shut tight behind our fears
That our guiding stars will never come uncrossed.
Now our yellowed ledger shows a settled score,
But devils from the past gnaw on our souls,
And ghosts that we have wronged come to the fore
Of our fading memory, riddled with holes.
Because we are quickly rotting to the core,
We do not grieve at all when the grim bell tolls.
Caged Beast
Thoughtful and logical mind now becomes primeval, unruly and savage
Anger and hatred in every thought come to the fore
Life you betrayed me, I don’t need you anymore
Don’t enter my domain, don’t stare at me, touch me or utter a word
Attack is on my mind, no warning will be given or heard
Pain is my mistress and silence my desire
My entire body and mind are on fire
Psychotic – Anger, red mist
Neurotic – Anxious, obsessive, black haze
Catatonic – Silent, motionless, colourless and crazed
Doctors what do they know
They google it, they read it, do they understand it?
I have to dam well live it
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