In the midst of fiery crises
I miss cool, shady oases
O, Fountain, spring forth your fresh water
revive my land to evergreen
O, Abdim's storks, will you perch my neem?
O, white-feather, flaunting egrets
harbingers of rain,
and night croaking toads,
I've missed your glad tidings again
In the midst of hot desert dunes
I miss monsoons
and rows of sorghum
demarcated by a sorrel hedge
I miss evening drizzles
and their running clouds
nightly torrents
and showers between sunshines
Categories:
demarcated, deep, desire, feelings, future,
Form: Free verse
They visited my soul,
my sleepless nights.
Demarcated events
that I didn't participate,
events forced me
to feel what I didn't feel...
They offered me love
that misrepresented me,
promised me what
I never wanted... They
Came to me in dreams,
Were unfaithful
to my real wishes,
and after all
they left me unsatisfied
to screw with others
souls...
thank God, everything
It was a dream,
it's over if... !
Categories:
demarcated, allegory, dream, fantasy, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Parenting is now a
full contact sport
No lines demarcated,
no rules to enforce
The children still babies,
the adults still kids
Diapering the future
—attached at the hip
(State College Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Categories:
demarcated, parents,
Form: Rhyme
DISTINCTION
We complained
As we were demarcated with colours
We called the situation big big names
Preferential treatment were dished
Black muds all over our body
We were served black bananas for it
We were tagged 'Black monkey'
We all felt gloomy
We complained
As another set of colour rise amongst us
They bleached their buttocks
To look different from the rest
They tagged others by 'tongues'
They claim ownership of the national cake
What about us?
We complained
They should be buried in Pluto
A special cemetery
In a special 12 feet grave depth
A special after life
So that we don't corrupt their bodies
As they tagged us different
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Categories:
demarcated, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
an ant and an elephant joined in a race
a demarcated straight line made their base
referee rat has tightened its shoe lace
as soon as it whistled both they gave own pace
seen all they're in different places so don't see one other's face
First time monorhyme trial. Not sure, what i have written. P.S. please advice
Categories:
demarcated, funny,
Form: Monorhyme
The constitution of ‘behind closed doors’ has been ripped apart
wild and adventurous, the silent additions to personalities
while morality is shredded in the offices of humanistic views
giving character an explosiveness
for goodness to break the boundaries of its definition.
Exposure of flesh in the industry of sex marketing
sets the yardstick to the society’s acceptance of beauty.
Virginity is a worn out cloth eaten by the moth of self expression
while simple things have turned difficult
for the complex ones to be the easy way out.
Societal embrace occurs with its hands enclosing from behind.
Blending pride with a lack of talent
blossoms the height of uncommon skills.
Far from arts, creativity, music and dancing
one can still attract ‘die-hards’ with absolute magnetic power.
Family values have lost their unbelievable stamina
as the cabins of cultures are demarcated into mere routines.
The slogan of the 21st century centers on self protection alone
thereby pumping rights with ten times more gasoline to responsibilities.
Categories:
demarcated, character, passion, people, philosophy,
Form: Chant Royal
As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row
Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields row
Smoldering smoke in singed heavens glows
Vaporous cloud o'er scout binoculars scrolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Each rifle into a sterile stack goes
Rumbling caissons to dark corners doled
Steel shadows through addle fields row
The fog of war o'er dazed minds flows
An eerie wind curdles each silent mold
As dusk their line visibly bows
Wispy shadows through addle fields row
Categories:
demarcated, war,
Form: Villanelle
We had fought and won
The internecine war;
The foreigners had demarcated
Their spoils on our land
But our spirit of struggle
Our thirst for freedom-
Kept burning within our hearts.
Our vow and determination
To recapture our terre
To tender our palm tree-
These, too, kept burning
With rage and vengeance!
Our thoughts no longer hazy
Our deeds no longer wavy-
But studied and firm
Our men advanced sure of foot.
Vengeance is ours-
And not the Lord’s!
For we know, liberated,
Even here
All manner of genius
May grow…
Turning pages of transformation
From centuries of silent mutation
To an eternity of unqualified progress.
Where the wheels of oppression
Have finally ground to a halt
There shall be found
The masses that struggle!
(Written for those dark times, happily, now past)
Categories:
demarcated, freedom, political,
Form: Free verse
Treading lightly through snaking,
muddy trench
Squeaking boots with slippery
grooves synch
A mass of matted flesh bares its
rotten stench
Thirsting maggots, doting flies
cannot quench
No rustic accoutrements adorn, not
even a bench
Deep longing for warm touches of
caring mother, practiced wench
But only cold, rancid rain does
shriveled limbs drench
In crowded hovel, selfishly hoarding
space, miserly grinch
On the perimeter, attentively
guarding every blood-soaked inch
At the sound of concussive fire,
conditioned body doesn't flinch
Chiseled teeth in tandem solemnly
do clinch
Only my spent gut, as churning
butter does wrench
With dutiful vigor, watching every
strand of demarcated pinch
At the slightest, forward motion,
my hawk eyes squinch
Categories:
demarcated, adventure, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Nature's, raw fury can no man withstand,
nor deeds of malcontent brothers understand
Natural calamities from: wind, water, divine command;
Man-made disasters by: leader, follower, brigand
Nature's untamed, mystical hand;
Man's marauding, sentient brand
Unseen forces generating chaos in each, hurricane
band ;
Contrasted with marksman's contrived, murderous stand
Without warning, listless gales shiver each, balmy strand;
Foreordained. work strikes with targeted violence planned
Mysterious, random tornadoes o'er storm trough spanned;
Calculating armies o'er demarcated lines fanned
Perilous, isolated earthquakes no instrument had scanned;
Callous looters colluding when supply does not meet demand
Spontaneous, volcanic emissions scar the land;
Gangs marked by sign; through attrition sculpting an urban island
Unforeseen floods lawful lives, endeavors do remand
Dictator coffers overflow; with taxes, kickbacks panned
Categories:
demarcated, abuse, angst,
Form: Rhyme
the dark firmament
demarcated with curved lights....
announcing a storm
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Categories:
demarcated, nature
Form: Haiku
Tears emerging creating streams of farewell waves
as we regret the days of disagreement and hostility we sent packing
sending us straight to our demarcated ways
what happened to those wasted days
those lovely moments we offered for sale
we took for granted, didn’t appreciate
the memories, experiences, moments and thoughts of you and me go down the drain
now we’ve got nothing to gain but pain
we promised to utilize the rain to nurture to growth the seeds and whatever comes our way
what we promised to keep is nowhere to be found, what happened? it's obviously lost
without a question, unbelievably denounced
now we try to reach out, to hold on to, to tighten, re-connect
but discover we’re fading away in a flash too quickly
not losing grip we hold hands, firm, not letting go, determined
fate alters, takes charge, interrupts us spliced as the train of life
takes you away as I inscribe my grip on the palms of your hands never to be seen again in
the very end .........
Categories:
demarcated, on writing and words
Form: I do not know?
She no longer rules the waves,
no longer is heard the chink of ice
in gin glass beneath darkening Indian skies;
what jewels glisten in the corroding crown,
how happy now this happy breed who bows
collective heads and cries?
History’s pain trawled across the planet face,
when slaughter ruled and oppression demarcated
the only foreign policy;
exploitation and enslavement of the weak,
colonialism and the salvage rights
the tools of peace and democracy.
Empires of muscle, iron and discipline,
forged on the blood, bone and murder of millions,
so proud, so pleased as punch;
a bullish bite spreading wildfire rabies,
mad dogs and Englishmen
permanently out to lunch.
Empires of dreams, of glittering prizes,
home of the brave where freedom’s flame
burned naked and bright;
a cultural plague preaching death, destruction,
fed on subservient carcasses
in sinister shadows of night.
And now in dying feel-good days,
clinging to glorious dreams of the past,
of powder, bayonet, cannon and gun;
achievements in the global butcher’s yard
may be all that remains in bearing witness
to the setting of the sun...
Categories:
demarcated, history, social, time, happy,
Form: Narrative