Crack!
A violent ocean wind
has trampled furiously
over a collection
of coconut palms,
demolishing them
like bowling pins.
Now overturned,
the roaring current, with the wind as his accomplice
reaches out with writhing turmoil,
blinding the skies with darkness.
(Pinpricks of light shine).
The ocean rips the coconut from its tightly woven bed,
rearing open its gaping mouth
to condemn it to an eerie fate;
swallowed beneath an ineffable weight.
Strangely, it yielded to the monstrous waves.
Like feathers in the breeze, it simply let
the ocean bear it, further and further from the shore.
Only a crack could sink it,
yet the sea despite all its might, was impotent.
And- perhaps- the coconut knew-
that as sure as nature has torn down its house,
it must also guide it to new lands
where it could root and make another home,
anew.
Waiting for the sea to quell itself,
the coconut passes the time
by counting the stars.
You, AI and me
Are preparing the world to make free
From the obstructions of learning
Building the era of a new beginning!
You, AI and me
Burning old fashioned paper of thee,
Take thou to mobile's touch screening
Demolishing your habit of imagining!
You, AI and me
Being in virtual classrooms with glee,
Stare together human teachers leaving
With their emotions and love preying.
You, AI and me
Are now happy to be carefree;
None is left for scolding,
No one for caring!
Is your school happy to be prevailing?
Genocide, a parasite fed on silence,
smuggles our humanities—
bombs and tanks leave no soul behind.
Corruption lurks,
demolishing nationwide peace.
History rewritten in smoke,
while truth drowns in blood.
Blood paints the walls
from warehouse to parliament.
Leeches suck on humanity,
slaughter masked as secularism.
How many graves
before peace has a price?
How many souls
must be offered before we wake?
How many silences
before our voices learn to speak?
The world watches,
feasting on headlines,
forgetting the cost of indifference.
And yet—
in the cracks of ruin,
a whisper grows into thunder.
The oppressed carve their names
into the stone of tomorrow.
Justice, though delayed,
waits like fire beneath the ashes.
One day,
the parasite will starve.
One day,
silence will shatter into storm.
One day,
the chained will rise as fire.
And on that day,
the world will blaze with truth,
and humanity—
will no longer bow.
Miss Gladys the Welcome Wizard lady is here
She is full of sass, beyond an insane level of cheer
No one wants to let her in, we try to ignore the bell
She climbs in the front window, demolishing the sill.
Hi we say, faking a smile, pretending to be pleased.
She retains weird enthusiasm, her pitch a little wheezed.
We are yawning through her brochure-filled presentation
She feigns happiness, another welcome wizard celebration.
She gets paid for every family whom she annoys
On the way out, she stubs her toe on one of baby’s toys
We did not apologize, maybe this is why she is suing
But judge, we argue candidly, her getting in was not our doing.
Both desire and aversion let’s put on pause,
for they should not exist and yet they appear,
so in the void of silence, look at the cause
of why ripples in consciousness our heart spear,
demolishing inner peace with its sharp claws,
manifesting thus at our core, a strange fear.
We discern fickle attention is to blame,
immersed in trance forgetting we are the flame.
Prisoner of the enigmatic sea,
standing alone upon the rocky shore.
Once it illuminated the horizons,
now abandoned, it watches as waves roar.
Powerful winds influence the current,
as the atmosphere perspires salty air.
In conjunction the ocean joins the storm,
raging tides dance with malevolent flair.
Tempest terrorizes with wild fury,
flooding lands, demolishing weak buildings.
Animals suffer with fishermen lost,
storm leaves behind an aftermath of killings.
Standing tall through this barbaric onslaught,
unscathed the lighthouse combated all harm.
Replaced by modern day technology,
deserted, forgotten but not lost its charm.
Depression is a shape poem
A difficult one in times of contemplation
A shape that gets you, almost in nothingness
Whispers darkness in the valley of your chest.
Where the minaret stood in the bed of the eternity
Till the very last minute, that along the way, divinity sent
Modernization knew demolishing much too well
and much too vivid in the end, to stress what it meant.
Oozing secretion dampens in cold and clutters on and on...
And we call it the pseudo-pen
That mentors to shift the shape
Straight path should be the straightest one, to be frank,
My utterance calms me there
As it does mostly, unconditionally enough
And I knew along the way, that
God is enough for any befitting pay stubs
To carve with a knife on any life, whatsoever.
Man is mortal.
I search for the meaning and purpose of my life,
What would be the reward-finale for my strife?
What, exactly, is my joy? Should I be happy?
Which are sometimes funny and other times snappy...?
What is my right in this world? What is my duty?
What, indeed, in this universe, is true beauty?
Is my consciousness of good and evil upright?
Are the ethics taught to me, by one and all, bright?
Midst fluent flows of existence like a clear stream,
Death enters like a nightmare in a pleasant dream;
Puts a full stop to all hopes and aspirations,
Demolishing all painfully preserved foundations...!
Is there a God? Where is he or she? What is death?
What is an afterlife? Where do I go with no breath?
All these, like mix-meat in an urn, go within me,
Answers are plenty; The truth still I wait to see...!
26 December 2022
This or That, Vol 15 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
If you behave very decently
Life will pass truly pleasantly
Only when you deviate
Badness you radiate
Your life you often check
For wrongs, give a self-kick
None is fully in life perfect
Everyone has a defect
If you properly behave,
Spreads a positive wave
Let your defects be found
Remove them to be sound
Calmly tackle the trouble
Benefits will surely double
Giving for anger room
Will invite hellish gloom
If you are a true believer
You behave like flower
If God-faith you possess
Peace comes in excess
Belief gives relief
Demolishing grief.
Amulet graced by gems
clad for stratum prow
tawny glyphs
margin of witticism
& quagmire
extravagant dictum
trivialize shores trails
summer ousted
& waves of wrangles
sundered the ocean
& swapped my spirit
in crimson burst
swirl to scatter
In demolishing ruins
& twilight crumble
slump of man
glittering Phoenix fire trail
scribble a cyan-xantos rhyme.
bore a shallow rostrum
defective soothsayer
haunts dreams?
hilltops & both
oceans & skies
cyclone of emotions
&
lethargic sadness
soul storm mulling.
5TH Place Contest winner
Written: July 19, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Not all tongue that wag
You dishonorably gag …
Of course not that of my Neighbor
Which assigned to itself Christ’s Labor
For it doesn’t behind lag
And will ever out ***,
While demolishing knickers that sag;
Women that fripperies drag,
Hundreds of cosmetics bag,
Fun always pokes at a hag
Or lanes walk that zigzag
And in the church read a mag!
The tongues that sensibly wag
Should about it richly brag,
Even as their victims nag,
Their anger rocky crag.
Two weeks since I began
back on the first of Jan,
my aim, better diet, lose weight,
one more birthday passed
hopefully not my last
so I'm changing before it is too late.
My input of dairy
was really quite scary,
demolishing cheese by the wedge,
my waist getting wider
from real ales and cider,
so time to cut back, eat more veg.
Eating more carbohydrates
cutting back on the phosphates,
ramp up vitamins B6 and B12,
If they've got Niacin and Thiamin
you can bet that I'll buy 'em in,
supplements slowly filling the shelves.
Pantry looks like a garden
as my resolve hardens,
more greens than I've eaten before,
Spinach, Broccoli, Legumes
are now taking up room
from the top shelf right down to the floor.
I'm into week three
for a healthy new me,
there's a few more tweaks I haven't done,
But I think, honestly
I prefer the old me-
this one isn't having much fun.
I can on you bestow a life-time happiness
By demolishing your physical funniness:
With water colors and a compliant paint brush
Making your avoiders at you rush:
Your bad-looking coat of triple size re-tailor
To make it seem that of a Danish Sailor,
Your odd-seeming stringy neck re-design,
Impressing that it is some graceful line;
Your horrifying, scavenging beak re-shape,
So that one ceases to watch it, mouth agape;
Your scary ghostly eyes
Stop their triggering of dreary cries,
Causing to appear less interested in dead flesh
Than in the appetizing fresh!
Your pronounced baldness and barber’s sorrow
To become what one could from behind follow…
So, you trust me, sanitary inspector,
Never your job slacking in our own sector:
Your unfailing attention to every careless carcass,
The momentary child of every unplanned fracas
And The I-ve-rounded-the-clock:
Images of mortifying shock!
Hate
In civilized quarters, an outrageous obscenity:
Unwashed, perishing pant
And, for real, a dismaying insanity,
When a hater heatedly rants
At his subject of unusual dislike,
Whom he would’ve loved to strike:
His heart hammering vessel –damaging beats,
His head contending with an ache a doctor treats.
With hate, nothing is normal any more,
Haters best action, an unsightly sore,
With glances that like dagger stab
And fast breathing that would air grab
And reflections on hundreds of things
United by Death with wings!
Hate is the firmest shutting
Of the outlet to delicate love
And trust me - mortifying hitting
Of a non owner of even one boxing glove.
Knowledge of enemy’s demolishing fate
And serial number on Satan’s punitive slate
Comes with the Supreme Hate
Also, how long his success shall have to wait
Plus the exact date
Of the unlocking on his behalf of cemetery’s gate.
Inside
A broken mind
Darkness rules with ruthless joy
No escape to find, no backdoor in this evil hell of mine
Just me and my shadows of the past
Haunting
Taunting
Tirelessly torturing
Shamelessly demolishing what I am, what I once was
Innocent
Never any relief, never are those memories kind
Alone trapped with my demons
Please, no inh more please !!!
Spinning in an endless circle a loosing war,
Fighting to leave the madness behind
Vanquish my demons one by one
Feeling alone, numbness and pain,
I'm going completely ing insane!!!
No one. Can save me, no one
I ignite, Bursting into flames,
Alone, trapped with my demons
It’s just me my demons and my broken mind…
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