ash drifts upward
from the struck earth~
is any cowardice greater than the bomb?
How surprising to find flesh
Where my heart should be stone
Indeed, it pounds for two loves
Only she is left here to hear it
Yet I’ve swallowed my heart
Even that day when she left
She was so close
And I could say nothing
I obsessively kept every rule
But now what good is caution
If it leaves so much unsaid?
I’ll remember all I didn’t say
If only he were so near
As some measure of miles
But I must measure that distance in years
Maybe 60 or so if I can endure it…
But 800 miles can be covered by post
So I must tell her!
What cowardice has stayed me?
Even knowing how silences linger
I have mended my heart once before
And I promised not to do this again
She lives. I love
I know I must tell her.
A man got shunned from a haven
The host made rules that were craven.
Peers banned his prize joke
for fear of the woke
Proud noses were pecked by his raven.
The gate creaks open—
not with iron hinges
but the hush of your breath
caught between my ribs.
I swing it wide—
no lock, no chain,
only the pulse of a heart
that learned to beat
in the grammar of your absence.
Love steps out:
no wings, no wind,
just the slow glide
of a secret learning to stand.
It lands on your tongue
like velvet pressed to cotton,
rumpling the silence
we folded away.
Those wrinkles?
Not age—
but the creases of a letter
folded, unfolded,
folded again
each time I almost said your name.
Your eyes are wide open—
they see the feast
your love sets before my fear,
how it devours
the last brave syllable
until my voice is a hollow reed
whistling cowardice.
I kick at the dark,
curse its weight,
yet every word is a stone
I swallow back down.
Pressed to speak,
I choke on the rattle
of unsaid amour—
waves of passion
breaking without sound,
leaving an ache
soaked in persistent plea
you never let yourself hear.
Come closer.
The gate is open.
Let the ache speak—
if only your ears
would open too.
virtue is nothing claimed
nothing but acceptance
weary roads of unstable
to reach out to my mother
inherited sadness, taken-on imbalance
derangement of two, nobody understood.
the so-called wise woman said "ignore,
ignore the signals"
how could i be so ruthless
and oversee the madness
tying us through this long hall of the past
no one takes a step
neither could walk away
to break the curse and be brave
inherited cowardice, taken-on petulance.
Pauline and Malcom..Its ending in tears..You tore up the
Chance.' You have enhanced many fears.' You've destroyed
Credibility with such a deceitful agility.' In 'the Age you'll be
Re-corded as no doubt paragons of order.? And Malcom you were doing so well.!! Even Sweden knew of you.' And I here that tell.
Tell..? The whole world has been made now poorer, by your inactions
Regarding Victoria.'
Funny we idolize, admire, imitate
Stars, politicians, elitists aggregate
Living in their hollow lavish luxury
As demonic robotic cultic zombies
Chasing the next pleasurematic high
Regardless soul depravation deprive
Sold out to their life utter perversion
Hiding from true light truth aversion
All the while remaining silent passe
Allowing the masses to be led astray
Feigning strength and superiority
Cowering to their lifestyle sorority
Afraid to say what's right n powerless
Living a secretive lie of cowardice
A man who is hurt beyond words
Begins to think of crossing swords
The air rending with harsh war cries:
"Shame on who for cowardice flies!"
A man who is hurt beyond words
Terrible things does to binding cords:
No more rushed "Hellos" and "His"
He leaves minds to find out the 'Whys?'
A man who is hurt beyond words
Accepts to fight in feared fjords,
On combat scenes there with war drum
That must talk or he'll war tunes hum...
A hurt-beyond-words: The pissed off,
Whose real self someone has switched off!
They all want you just for themselves,
Yet they never gave all of themselves.
Villanelle : Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
[He who fears to affix his name to his face or words has something to hide unless the State is after him/her out of fear...]
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
If no tyrant nor king seeks to blunt your pen
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
Lenin Mao Gandhi fear not given name
They stand by their word in the open
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
Writers and poets sometimes flaunt pseudonym
Slip past the Law to fool friend behind pen
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
Some daren’t offend patrons with by-line fame
Wife child ageing mother rights will ripen
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
Does the user of the second name blame
Circumstances or his own fears open
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
Fear of being caught outright in this game
May make hidden causes énergumène
Hide not behind caste nor bought courtly name
Not even Maquisards make such a claim
© T. Wignesan – Paris, November 17, 2021
The devil is in hearts of the many too afraid to be themselves
That are first to face the tune of day's clock
With wickedness thrained their dereliction can't stop
They're prudently persistent about the way you do things
Having absolutely no concept of love or compromising
When they finish destroying what they could
They move on to another
So when you see him sneering back at you
Across the table at the bar
Know it's him the snake breeching the weeds
The unholy morning star
courage
valiant, heroic,
summoning, praising, mustering
determination, fortitude, timidity, coward
hiding, reproaching, displaying
disgraceful, pitiful
cowardice
Date created: 05/24/2021
Accepting Godsend afflictions with resignation is fortitude
But
Tolerating Man-made suffering without a fight is cowardice!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
14 May 2021
Someday when my land is more fertile
And my gardener is ready to toil
I shall welcome you my precious flower
And nurture you in my soil
Faced with responsibility and emotion
Humbled by the reality of obligation
I am compelled to be a coward
Too afraid to make you my own
I am a poor and naive flowerpot
Lacking the nutrients to keep a flower
I own no tool to make your bed
Or gold enough to maintain your petals
So, keep you away I must for now
To embark on making life better
Soon on a finer day you shall return
Under a more suitable weather
For someday, my dearest one
When I am brave enough to hold you
I shall love and keep you in my bosom
And grow you with care to blossom
By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese
Lizdiamond Poetry World
Heroes and cowards share one thing in common.
Both Are Very Afraid.
Neither wants to do what needs to be done,
but the hero does it anyway.
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