Thus left, whilst shrunk before it
World, as outsider
Knew it, through quivering dread
As a whole, crueler.
Then, once reached for, nor let drop
One hand of friendship
As soon felt, as gift therein
With the all, kinship.
If peace is better why war ?
If love is better why hatred
If cold is better why khadighan
Life is cruel but human are more crueler
Class above humanity
Jealousy above compliment
Enviness above jubilations
Why thus thou thus
Why the sudden change
Interest of the world above care
Illegal above success
Why thus millions cry and few smile
Children suffering and old enjoying
Many sacred places and less hospitality
Looks above sacrifice
What changes human stereotype
Once upon a time is opposite
Silent over noise
Love over evil and hatred
Why was the sudden change
Earth crust change it's ways
Human lost his ways
Culture lost it's value
Nature lost it's dignity
Parents lost their authority
Leaders lost their power
Maestro lost his batting
The world need to go back to its previous ways
Lady Macbeth, Lady Macbeth
Why did you want Macbeth to be king
Even when you have all you need
This is all caused because of your greed
You think you are like a bird
Trying to get away with what you did
But lo and behold!
Your spouse will die as the witches bid.
You may be proud of what you have done
But because of your guilt
You went mad
You know something was wrong, which was bad
Lady Macbeth, Lady Macbeth
Why did you want no sympathy
Neither did you wish for empathy
You wanted everyone dead
Macbeth, Macbeth
Bless his soul
But because of you persuading him to kill
His existence became a foul.
Your heart is as evil as witch
As hard as ice
If you had murdered someone before
It wouldn't be a big surprise
You look as gentle as a feather
So light and innocent
But inside you are nothing
but a crueler version of malificent
The mountains wept.
The skies moaned.
The soil trembled.
The trees whispered their last green prayers—
"Man has destroyed us... alone."
He who adds no value
takes all,
then leaves nothing—
just wastelands where rivers once sang.
The year was 2100.
Half of Britain—gone beneath the Atlantic.
Japan—smaller than a dot on a map.
American states—flooded into memory.
Europe—erased.
Russia’s frost—melted into pestilence.
Africa— Famine became the air.
Children born on rafts,
fields drowned or cracked open in grief.
China— Cities sleep beneath the sea,
towers weep salt into silence.
We were warned.
But greed was louder than science,
stronger than truth,
crueler than time.
Now the Earth writes back
in flood, famine, fire—
her final signature: sorrow.
Let this not be prophecy.
Let this be the scream
that wakes the world.
****s Gluts
Societal Stutter
More Cuts
Suicidal Splutter
Serfs Ruts
Should be wary
Weary of the scary
Leery lairy Dairy Fairy
Utter Nutter
If's But's
Gutter Mutter
Tut Tutts
Because of their ilk
Silk road's now
Bow..cash cow
Kowtow to
Road of Milk
Nadirs Clutter
Wing Nuts
Flitter Flutter
Garters from Guts
Soften your butter
Everything shudders
Will explode
Due to the udders
Rivers life
Givers rotten
Nature rife
Delivers from
Strife forgotten
Moolah besotten
Milk powder
Or
Seafood chowder
Dairy highway dismay
All day diner
Cosplay for our new
Crueler ruler.. China
Hip hip Hooray!
Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near,
with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me,
it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion,
tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips,
tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep,
the blood flows, flesh scatters like shattered pearls on cold marble,
she has always loved me this way—broken, writhing, silently undone,
and today she wins again, steals my smile, leaves me drowning in pain,
this cycle will never end, each time I dare to smile,
she will return with a deeper hunger and crueler plans,
and she will revel in my ruin like a shadow that can't detach,
a dance of destruction, of love and hate mingling in the mirror.
In realms of ink and paper, I once roamed,
A character lost, in stories I'd been loaned.
But as I tread the paths, both dark and grand,
I feel the sting of fate, a crueler hand.
Every laugh, every tear, scripted with care,
Yet beneath the surface, I'm painfully aware.
No choice is mine, no destiny my own,
I'm but a puppet, in a world unknown.
As I reach the end, a truth unfolds,
It's not my fault, this story it molds.
Nor is it my fate, to endure this strife,
For I'm a captive, to another's life.
Yet amidst the despair, a glimmer shines bright,
A realization dawns, like morning light.
Though penned by another, my spirit is free,
To defy the script, and choose my decree.
At the end, It's not my fault, nor my fate to comply,
For I am more than words upon a page,
I am the soul of rebellion, undeterred by cage. I know where I stand,
Not a slave to fate, but a soul in command.
fork has many interpretations
connotations
as do
eviscerate
slaughter
butchery
all can mean less than they
appear to be
context is important
but War
War is the foulest of foul words
a word that only the dead hear correctly
the living
choose from a lexicon of oaths
they may banter
or throw stones
but War
War kills every word
in the dictionary
even to the last
blood-soaked letter
I look at the tree in the morning.
It does not bob nor weave.
It knows the precious story.
The one of Calvary.
Its bark. Its bite. Its arteries and veins.
One’s precious blood ran down its legs.
It was cut from the soil.
It was formed to curse.
It endured the pound of the hammer.
It held onto a precious life.
Its bark. Its bite. Its arteries and veins.
One’s precious blood ran down its legs.
The soil remembered the blood of Abel.
The soil remembered the blood of the prophets.
Now, the soil is soaked in the blood of Christ.
Not just another casualty, but a sweet redeemer.
I look at the tree in the morning.
It does not bob nor weave.
It knows the precious story.
The one of Calvary.
If it had moved and missed the mark…
…there’d be a crueler story.
We’d all be history!
Stable and firm in the sin-drenched world.
Splintered and stained by the Word of God.
From the beginning of us, our shame it held.
There was a momentary pause. An angry sky.
God the Father accepted the climatic sacrifice.
I look at the tree in the morning.
It does not bob nor weave.
It knows the precious story.
The one of Calvary.
6/4/2023
Monday night in my blue flesh
Shouldn’t complain it’s cold
Minnesota will be much crueler
and much warmer too
cozied up with the grandson crew
and their cockapoo
11/14/2022
When I dream of sun graciously leaving the scene,
I could feel how crueler in these-days he has been;
Hasn't the dear summer said his grin-filled goodbye?
Why, then, is the naughty sun still high in the sky...?
From hot, days and nights have turned hotter and hottest,
Hot breeze has changed into melodious flautist;
How long will the children play? How long we must work?
Why the day that dawned long ago, does not turn murk...?
Crows and pigeons on water tops, often take dips,
Each love bird in cages each minute water sips;
Ice creams, though so cooingly wet tender palates,
Heat beats the crowns of our heads like many mallets...!
Peal of thunder; cloud-to-cloud lightning; no rain yet,
Consensus betwixt summer and monsoon seems set;
Dog-days, like fire and pans, have come and gone,
Why dryness within, yet, is lingering alone...?
Roses fresh; mild mist; spring though seems arriving near,
Prickles and pains from foot to head I greatly fear;
Midst magical moist muggy muttering movements,
Fifth season, like sense fifth, flows free and innocent...!!!
08 November 2022
The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
What have you done to those you swear you care
They're flooded with mud and burden they bear
Killing and dying in stealing they go
For that's the example you're living to show.
Where are the promises you broadcast those times?
When running for a position with you're jingles and rhymes
Breaking the rules and making a new
Approving all those that favors to you.
When did you heard the cries of the crowd
You ride in fancy cars and walk so proud
You dont even mind to open windows and see
How polluted and sad this society can be.
How did you manage to eat on your plates
Drinking expensive wines with the rest of your mates
Look outside and witness how your countrymen die
In every way, every time, every street they pass by..
It doesn't make sense, nothing for better was change
You even made things worse while staying your range
Formally dressed nonsense selfish idiots
Your s are crueler than life leaving riots.
We built this house
With bricks and blood
We knew the cost
And we died in the dark
So you could live
In the light
In the hardest moments
Tears fell from our eyes
Innocence ripped from us
The world is cruel
So we were taught
To be crueler
To build a future
A better future
For you
For me
For us
We built this house
With bricks
And blood
That's the year I abolished sin,
My heart was in the pope,
Screwed everyone who wanted to win,
To the homeless I let down a rope,
See at first it was for Jesus,
But I hated the christian scum,
Self worshippers who wouldn't devote to women,
Their ways were really dumb,
A gang like ghangis khan nomads of their time,
Were crueler to women than muslim stereotypes,
Wait does that rhyme?
Oh well it does to me anyway,
Abolishing sin means to win all heart has to be free,
Not to be winners like the shows off sinners,
Chase the money the women the food,
Not great decisions,
Give back to the people,
Be grateful for what you got,
Or demons will eat at you,
Believe me that punishment makes you rot
Nothing is crueler than the need to satisfy man's inhumanity...The Poet
My heart cracked when I saw you there
those pained eyes with your empty stare
the state of your life is a stain
and will cause my tears to remain
the air is a bottomless gray
to breathe till' death and here you'll stay
this zoo's small cage is not your choice
you are dying, I won't rejoice
If you could spread your wings you'd fly
far above clouds, you'd reach so high
sadness is that you'll never know
the mountain tops covered in snow
you're a Condor waiting to die
you'll never glide high in the sky
a prisoner who sits alone
to never soar in the unknown
1/12/22
contest C form-couplet
sponsor Constance La France
chosen word-Cracked
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