Crimson dome perceived
as bloodshed of a brutal act
grave silence of dark
is to condole with the bereaved
Place: 3rd
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself.”
Rumi
In a world where ego still reigns supreme,
soul searches for a place seen in a dream.
An inn where there's no room for ignorance,
where no race of people seek dominance.
But, first one must turn to self reflection,
cleanse a heart for virtue with affection.
Adopt morals that bloom like white flowers,
soften loathing thoughts through sincere showers.
We cannot change woes out of our control,
nor save everyone we choose to condole.
Be a lamp against gloom of falsehoods,
a remedy for those with poisoned bloods.
With sincere eyes spread a message of peace,
ease malice minds, so injustice can cease.
A sonnet with ten syllables per line.
They’re sweaty and they’re soupy
Outrageous, and moody
They’re all together fruity
The Phantoms family
Their house is a soup bowl
Where people come to condole
They really are a hell hole
The Phantoms family
Stale
Impale
For sale
So get your table ready
With a soup kettle, you can carry
They’re funny and they’re scary
The Phantoms family.
Please forgive me my friends...if anyone disagrees with these outlandish face lifting cutouts...let me know through soup mail, and I shall remove you from the premises...
...otherwise (((((Happy! Halloween!))))))
Oct.30.2019
Winged Warrior...^WW^
Just goofing!
Not for any contest
Few tears were shed when news arrived
that Lord Trevelyan had died.
One solitary wreath was laid
as shallow, feigned respects were paid.
Remote and sullen, he'd disdained
each hand of friendship, and remained
throughout his life a bitter soul
with whom no person could condole.
His lavish mansion towered still
above the village, on the hill
where shadows stalked, in pale moonlight,
all signs of life within their sight.
And curious to see inside
the house whose doors had been denied,
the villagers set forth with haste
unconscious of the doom they faced.
As ghostly clouds went scudding by
a vixen screamed its eldritch cry.
Then one by one they reached the hall:
The door slammed fast once and for all.
They stood transfixed as terror reigned
And piercing cries rang unrestrained.
No soul would dare set foot again
on Lord Trevelyan's domain.
23/01/19
'One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest'
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Aubrey, I bless the day faces and aces of our life courses crossed
To cement the mettle and fettle grown to own relationships with colleagues
As each day, each way, each stay a laughter, a meal, a deal, a joke you tossed
Until mercy memories on the campus, on a bus, on a field lived on like flavoured figs.
Aubrey, I detest the day death from our midst drove you away
To snatch, to catch, to hatch your pristine personality from Earthly essence
As each day colleagues tenderness tears rendered for solace to sacrifice a weepy way
Until merry memories married silence and salience that sailed on like an elevated experience.
Aubrey, I mourn the day you departed with no goodbye to share
To console, to condole, to convince and to comfort the living
As each colleague consumed uncomfortable care in despair
Until mournful memories mesmerized minds of the gregarious grieving.
Aubrey, I pray God welcomed you in your new home in Heaven
To groom your soul, to bloom a never-ending life, to boom your eternity
As each colleague in vain looked for answers for the living at seven
Until meditation memories in retrospect reminisced, calling for temerity and unity.
There is light but darkness
It is cold but hot
Send down the rain
Because, it is wet but dusty.
It is sunrise but sunsets
It is winter but summer
Send down the rain
Because, it is damp but dry.
Clouds overshadow the sun
Darkness overwhelms the moon
Send down the rain
Because, it is low tide.
There is lamentation
People are wailing and weeping
Send down the rain
Because, no stone on another.
They sob but who condole
Men yell but who console
Send down the rain
Because, it is time to re-erect.
While you're sad I will be nearby
Cover you with my warm body
Condole you with a soft poetry
To mourn your loved one with a cry
I will caress your downy hair gently
My doleful heart will dab your tear
Anybody wants to lose the near
But move to death is our destiny
Under the laws of nature, we face
Cool down the heat in your heart
Mourn the final farewell to be apart,
Truly, there is no the eternal space
I danced around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the face is not mine
How cruel the world so clueless no sign
Pieces by pieces will i ever redesign
I feign day by day that everything is fine
Love i once held was now undefined
The tramp, loafer, bummer all in one
Whatever you call the name is one sound
Pond of lust and laughter and fun
You may win the game but your cloud has no sun
My eyes are bleeding in pain and on fire
Indomitable anger so hard to respire
Look at me now how you made me desire
Exhausted, berated, Please condole by my side
Beware of just such a spirit one so versed in worldly ways
For if you should come to endear it it will soon alter your days
Slowly they will try to tempt perhaps offering something new
But hold them in utter contempt and continue on being true
For the wicked have fallen being deceived into such a spot
They have missed the Lords Calling and want what you got
With such a darkened soul they continually roam this land
Now with you they condole and you don't even understand
For the wicked are wise as they routinely search for fools
Such evil plans do they devise using people as their tools
Be aware knowing that they exist and are in clever disguise
So even as they walk in your midst you will be none the wise
And just as their deception is great they have fallen so far
You need to protect your fate by protecting who you are
Just walk away as I said and always pray for protection
For they are now dead don't let them ruin your election
Blowing out the candles on my cake
I muse with the music of this mortal sphere.
And congratulate and condole at once;
The agony and ecstasy meld in one celestial ball
Unkempt with imagined beauty and power-
Beyond reckoning.
Confine it not, nor fetter,nor furl
But let fly surreptitious sobriety
That hath on winged fancy flown
And forever toward Heaven's unboundedness.
NEW GANGA
[Written after the sad demise of Kalpana Chawla & her 6
co-astronauts in a space crash on Feb 1,2003]
The sky is the limit...
Nay, I must travel beyond ;
My name is Kalpana ,
I'm the sprite of imagination.
With the boom of Columbia
Myself kindled to glow like a star
Unfortunately you search me
In Texas debris.
No bones, No blood, No cells
No sign of corporeal remnants
Why do you mourn and condole
When I'm away from funeral pyres??
Amidst the stars, planets and satellites
I live in the breath
Of a New Born Bear*
In the sky stretching from
Karnal*** to Florida.
Fetch if you can
I must descend like the Ganges;**
I would be your New Ganga.
*Refers to great bear constellation
**Refers to the holy river.There is a religious belief in India River Ganga was brought
from heaven by Bhagirathi . River Ganga is regarded as Goddess .
***Refers to birth place of kALPANA in India
Life is like a piano
White keys are good moments of life
Black keys are bad moments of life
Both keys when played together gives sweet music
No one is there who always had dark days
There is one and that is me !
There will be a vast to give thoughts on a starting journey
But when it becomes an endless journey
No amicable ones will be there to condole the agony
It`s the spring wheel of time
One who sacrifice is never applauded
Be an autocrat
Never take the words of others
Be the king of the world by one`s own word
This leads to a fruitful life
If not days will be always dispirited
Look at him and laugh.
Break his heart in half.
Make fun of his tears.
Disregard his fears.
Shove him in the corner.
Make his life horror.
Watch him as he dies.
Hear his pitiful cries.
Call him *** and other names.
His reputation goes up in flames.
You might as well slice his arms.
And do him painful harm.
Your hurtful words shatter his soul.
and then you stomp on it, not caring to condole.
Don't you understand hes human too?
Does anyone have a clue?
He don't like to be judged, cant you tell..
The scars are his silent yells.
Nobody ever reaches out.
Hes always left with doubt.
So one day he cuts a little too deep.
And falls into a never ending sleep.
But you don't care that he fell apart.
Because, you have..no..heart.
In righteous fury, she stands alone
her children unaided to war
while worldly fellows do protest
amidst crimson streams of blood
care not, her passionate cries of pain
on grit of dust and sand
for glory follows this wickedly chore
in honor borne through task.
In ignorant bliss he walks without fear
his sons unguided must fight
deaf to dissent, protests hushed
fallacious zeal, bravery be told
wandering forth with distain and pride
broken dreams scattered as dirt
comforting whimsy he reclines in thought
children gone lost and scared.
In paralyzed fear mother stands grieving
her children unloved return
flag draped coffins parade in solemn respect
innocence stolen by force
beneath cold azure skies caskets interred
sorrowful eyes frozen in time
mere words cannot condole this young life
no recompense made to suffice.
In anger and silence they share pity
this man though damaged, lives
together they reminisce with pride
His sworn duty now complete
gone are their fears of death and loss
with the living he shall trek
the child they cherish so, lays breathing
Yet he’ll never walk again
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