“Let not narrowness of ego decoy ~
Every delusion, seek, search and destroy”
~ quote by poet
Defined as dislike of foreign races,
xenophobia retards growth of soul,
for we look at outer form of faces
and not God’s light within that makes us whole.
Oh hermit, narrow judgment defaces
our heart, deflecting us from our life’s role,
so let’s look deeper than mind-body form,
invoking by love, a benign bliss storm.
It is not only race, colour or caste
to which our heart reacts with aversion.
Beliefs of others oft leave us aghast;
we pause not to examine their version,
since within our closed minds, the die is cast
and ego fears in clear truth immersion.
Let’s wait not then for the next equinox,
becoming soul centric, here now detox.
28-April-2023
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Writing Challenge - Words with 'X' - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Fresh and serene droplets rest in galore
As the dawn smiles on them to adore
The tiny prettiness in spectral mode
Downs from out of the heavenly abode ;
In dainty drips and drizzles the elixir
Enlivens and recharges the aqua-spur
Beyond the brim and out of norm
It sinks the floater and defaces the firm -
Mounds or mansions,weed or tree
Huge or little - are all toppled free ;
Strange are the ways of the cosmic strain
Be it the wind ,fire,tremor or rain
Atop the floating debris and decay,
The self-centred biped strides astray
With a whimsy wand and febrile chill ,
Streching the vicious arm for infinite fill
Of the precious trash ,never for any use;
Yet as ' trade ' - the imbalancing ruse.
The best artists are outlaws
Vandalizing our sanctity,
Our sanctimonious freight trains,
Our parsimonious neglect.
The best artists are culprits
Chiseling our school desks,
Scraping our bathroom stalls,
Doodling our notebooks.
Graffiti spray paints the struggle,
Scribbling defaces the pretense,
Defilement arrests the complacent,
Disfigurement sullies the platitude.
Defacers embody the dialectic,
The opposition to conformity,
The betrayal of uniformity,
The rebellion against authority.
The best artists are pariahs,
Trashing our temples,
Tossing out our moneychangers,
Driving out our shysters.
The Princess and the Pauper
by Michael R. Burch
for Norman Kraeft in memory of his beloved wife June Kysilko Kraeft
Here was a woman bright, intent on life,
who did not flinch from Death, but caught his eye
and drew him, powerless, into her spell
of wanting her himself, so much the lie
that she was meant for him—obscene illusion!—
made him seem a monarch throned like God on high,
when he was less than nothing; when to die
meant many stultifying, pained embraces.
She shed her gown, undid the tangled laces
that tied her to the earth: then she was his.
Now all her erstwhile beauty he defaces
and yet she grows in hallowed loveliness—
her ghost beyond perfection—for to die
was to ascend. Now he begs, penniless.
A quintessential graven image
A bunkum to this present age
Destructive and repulsive
Crisps grips with hands sieve
Pismal dismal for this mar,this mar.
Dictative,will never mind your scars
Disgraces all graces with one face.
Defaces characters in different jiff phases.
Addiction is perdition
It disrespects all traditions
Advances by graduation
With granular measurement
It weighs more than a person's sacrament
Adapts easily to evil
Works with covenly devil
Good addiction, am afraid is now rare
Leaving the opposite with posing flair
Addiction is evil
It disallows decisive decision
Brings preclusive deception
Takes you back with no solid description
Disallowing you with grips of concocted confusion
To blend with it's impending conclusions
In guiltless slumber she dreams
The stillness of night is broken
Cold hands smother her screams
As reassuring words are spoken
Feeling safe she lets down her guard
His hands touch private places
Overpowered though fighting hard
Her innocence he defaces
With daylight comes the shame
That she's done something wrong
To scared to point or blame
In silence she goes along
Shadows make regular calls
As nights turn into years
She escapes through a hole in the wall
Followed by darkened fears
She takes to sleeping days
Night is not her friend
Her past is never raised
Memories are suppressed within
She goes on with her life
One day she meets a man
Soon becomes his wife
And yields to his demands
But time does not forget
Marriage is a constant reminder
It fails miserably in regret
She just can't put it behind her
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Dead
Dead person does not harm
Or love any one
Why people scare of them!
After death
Surgeon knows dead person
Does not oppose
While dissects corpse
Difference between the dead
And slept is
One can speak
Another cannot.
All know this irony fact
Even cannot trust in that
Like in cinema role remains apart
People in life perform vast
With a fact along belief of act
Thus the life rolls on rolls on
Until fate defaces task
So in time keep with tact of nature
And forget to fear with dying act
Surgeon knows dead person
Does not oppose
While he dissects corpse.
Tick tock…tick tock
tick tock goes the clock
With each stroke of its hand
robbing me of youth and vigor
scarring the skin, discoloring the hair
and causing me suddenly to wither.
Just when I’m getting my bearings
in this immense place called life
Navigating somewhat smoothly
and appreciating the preciousness of a moment
it defaces me with its every strike
Withering away on the outside
while being renewed within
is the cruelest blight I believe
that has been cast upon each and every human
Alas! Alas!...tick tock...tick tock
tick tock....goes the clock
By: JoanMarie Peranteau
August 2013
Dreaded fears
shake you everyday
Sting like poison
Runs in your veins
Eats you up
Slowly ,slowly
Bit by bit
Fears that can’t
be shared
Fears that are itself reared
Fears that reside
in the back of the brain
Fears that are pumped
like blood into heart
Fears that only
faith can drain
Faith, that weapon
which can fight it
Faith defaces
all the fears
Faith gives you
courage to dare
Faith, is your only savior
Raped dreams,
Tacit screams,
Youth stolen from behind,
Warped ideas in a mind,
Drinks drown,
Every frown,
That erases the positivity,
Defaces the liability,
One feels,
Film reels,
Could play this life out,
While it curves on the route,
Freedom reigns,
Depressing rains,
Fall amongst the soul,
Craving self-control,
From emotions defeating,
This mind’s repeating,
Mantras for a brighter day,
Blackened rains wash away,
In a lifetime of infinite decisions,
And common slim-lined incisions,
Which path to walk,
How to begin to talk,
About this urge,
To purge,
Myself of affliction,
Complete addiction,
To the words that feel,
The words that seal,
My fate;