WHEN MOON WEEPS the baleful rain will fall
The land beneath will be drenched and drowned.
Heav'nly springs will fill the horizon
Rushing, destructing and devouring.
Greed, lust and selfishness will be washed.
Righteousness, faith and love is our chance
The humankind can not run and flee.
Earth will be awakened WHEN MOON WEEPS.
Door left open
For all to come
Find comforting.
Road wide open
Sweet inviting
Find destructing.
Here's narrow road
At first lonely
But soon find joy.
Door behind shut
Throng are knocking
No one hears them.
The obscenely convincing,
have arrived in their stealth mobiles.
We are made to unmake-belief,
to regurgitate Saran wrapped words.
Wide-eyed we watch the spreading creep
of windowless thought-factories.
Druids rage for the loss of their tongues.
Magic dragons puff obesely
and cannot now climb their spines.
Combative batmen tussle
with spitting cats.
It all makes no-sense, and yet
we know the fantasy is built
on self-destructing concrete,
we see now how red lipstick
smothers us with a smirk
in the dark.
Too late to run for cover.
Even as we slumber
the mother of all bombs
gives birth to yet more
pre-packaged fictions.
Was I blind...
Or had I willful blindness?
I was surely not ignorant,
Neither was I acquainted.
Heart was in gale,
Mind did acquiesce.
I was always a coward,
Who never confronted.
I saw those flags,
Brightest and limpid.
Red in qualms,
Redder in distrust,
Reddest in name callings,
You were my dear,
DOMINEERING IN EVERYTHING.
You were preeminent,
That is why I capitulated.
But that was show,
I never calculated.
Yes I did a mistake,
Yes I am admitting,
You tought me a lot,
a lot destructing,
I am now back,
See here my dear,
Here is my audacity.
~he knows; has been warned he's self-destructing, yet turns the other cheek. why?~
Growing up I've always admired the story of Icarus & the sun
But as I matured I learned that I actually resented it and here is why...
I am the sun
scorching, burning Icarus.
My heat leaving imprints of his flaking feathers
Upon his skin, engraving his bones.
The wax slowly melted making his harness heavy,
Weighing down his harness; he has nothing to grasp onto
Just his
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I am the ocean as
He sinks down to the ocean floor
Trapping his lungs with salt water
leaving no space for a scream, cry, or merely a whisper for help
And surely no chance to escape the grasp of the waves
Never will he feel the sun upon his skin again
As he is forgotten my waves will keep on
crashing and trapping anything that comes into contact
As he is forgotten I will burn within my dancing flames
till they go out destructing myself and everything around me
As I am forgotten...
It’s all an act, can’t you see?
A pretense of Shakespearean complexity
A mask of so many layers it’s hard to hold
Yet it only gets heavier as this sorry life unfolds
If you really cared then you’d see my eyes
And the bitter pain these beguiling lids disguise
But all it takes to fool your petty mind
Are some superficial words to keep you sweetly blind
As time goes on, the facade takes its toll
Exhaustion insidious as my heart grows cold.
The light fades to an ironic, acrid hue
The last bastion defeated with all hopes of rescue.
So all that’s left is to succumb meekly to this fate
Smothered by self-loathing and the ever-present hate
That twists my life into a snarling parody
Plummeting obliquely into mundane obscurity
So how to find solace in a shell that I despise?
By defiling the innocence this awkward exterior belies.
It’s clichéd I know, but it let’s go
Drink, smoke and ‘til we feel alive!
That smile oblivion reserves for only me
As I surge towards it,
Self-destructing
Happily
We’ve all got to die,
So why should I
Linger for longer
Than is
Necessary?
Struggling for a new system
Struggling for legal rights
Struggling for wining
An instance of revolving rules
To overthrow forcibly
the govt. or social old order,
A fundamental sudden change
in political power relatively
To work for true fundamental rights,
To work for good life through fights
Without blood shedding, destructing
Without defeating, hurting, killing
It’s conflict, battle, rebellion
It’s not treachery motion
It’s empathy, equality, victory
It’s ubiquitous unity
It’s revolution against any oppression
It’s humanitarian lotion
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
19/12/2022
One day I find something in my minds treasury.
One of them was nothing but your sweet memory.
The memory keep destructing me from my aim.
If you had stayed with me then I would not have become lame.
I know I had flaws but if you had correct it with your common sense.
I might have pushed my flaws away but you have not gave me a chance.
I still think that it was my fault.
I did not florious you from my heart.
I was thinking about myself only.
It was the reason what made you lonely.
You left me after giving a hand shake.
You start your scooty and did not press brake.
Now I want you by my side Emma.
I will cherish you whenever need Emma.
You were a young girl with beautiful thoughts.
I could not understand the meaning behind those thoughts.
Please give me a chance my love.
I will love you from bottom of my heart.
It is me Simon please read the messege Emma.
I convince you we will live together happily my half Mama.
Hey God, you’re an awesome guy,
As you watch over us from the sky,
We know and honor you from afar,
The brightest celestial shining star
But what if you were one of us,
A mere stranger on the bus,
You would give yourself away,
Be it on any day,
By your surrounding blinding light,
Which has such intense might,
Just a visit one might say,
It would be a short stay,
So short that as soon as you appear.
You shortly thereafter disappear,
Taking the staircase to your home in heaven,
One, two, three, four five six, seven,
Realizing you have got to reset us,
A new start we need, you are all-forgiving,
Ever-lasting, ever-present, ever-seeing,
God, we know you want us to change
Throw our drugs and evil politicians away
Creep out of our self-destructing path,
For right now destruction you can only see
And Sheer chaos in its aftermath!
I used two lines from the song, not identical though ‘One of Us’ by Joan Osborne.
DOOM LINGERS
Devil doom lingers
in Corona virus.
Venomous vicious.
destructing Human
Viral infection
Violent in action.
Trial on vaccination.
Panic in Human.
Being carries Death-point
On-going project joint
COVID-19 to appoint.
Bewildered Human.
Further Mutated Corona
More virulent persona
Dreadful demise gonna
Era of Human.
05/07/21
'A Horror Poem' Contest By Funom Makama
Without Swimming
A COVID19 lament by Sara L. Russell
25/9/20 at 14:01
Half a summer gone by; seamless tropical heat,
birds singing, bees pollinating, flowers blooming
and no swimming.
All of the pools closed
for almost four months.
What is a summer without swimming?
"A summer without swimming," she said, is like
a wedding banquet without wine
a main course with no dessert
an empty treasure chest
a lamentable waste of half a year."
In fact, the summer without swimming was like
a grandma never visited by grandchildren
a wedding with no guests
a funeral with no mourners
a church with no congregation
a sick patient dying alone
a nurse dying for her professional calling
a person with S.A.D. depression self-destructing
for lack of swimming
with red eyes brimming
for closure of pools
for closure of beaches
for closure of everything.
Life’s a beach and then you die.
Dams, mining, extraction and fracking!
Logging, trawling, oops this urban expansion!
Plastic, toxic sludge and fertilisers,
Industrial revolution, Mass production!
Rising pollution and depleting fossil fuel.
Expanding population, you greedy humans!
Squeezing nature and melting glaciers
Chocking gases creating Climate conundrum.
Speeding extinction, your helpless restrictions.
Destructing ozone layers, eroding my very foundations!
The earth in pain whispers to me:
Why are you causing this depredation?
Look at my dereliction!
Please stop this destruction.
WHISPER TO ME Ii CONTEST
Sponsored by: Regina Riddle
Date: 14th June; 2020
Can fanaticism arrange to provide the fermented rice!
along with the delicious dish of Hilsa fish,
so nice!
Today is the day, when,
Misleading the society; the preacher of the religion;
destructing peace and tranquility, sos
bark of religion is breaking open by their
activities.
They misleading the youth with delusional religious sayings
making them aggressive to make the militants;
innocents to kill by bombs and
the guns.
They think of themselves as heroes, fighting in the wrong way;
Their brutality is so extreme that
they even not hesitate to throw
mom and sister of their own
into the
bay.
Come out of fanaticism; break the barrier of religion,
to come to mom in calm;
Fanaticism could gives birth nothing but the war and the
destruction.
All religions are perplexed
crying out loud
today.
Descending
the rabbit hole
of debt
as he gambles
away his hard-earned
money, his...
life is...
spiraling
downward.
His marriage
turns shaky
as his wife threatens
divorce proceedings if...
he
keeps self-destructing.
(Yalto)
Date written: 09/22/2019
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