ENOUGH OF DICTUMS ..
SEE THE HARM OF DAMNED WOLVES ..
DESPITE THE WORK OF VICTIMS ..
SEE WELL
AND
STAND STILL ..
OBSERVE THE BLANKS
YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FILL ..
ALLOW NOW THE TEARS TO FLOW ..
BUT ENOUGH ..
ENOUGH
OF RECEIVING
THE MANY A DAGGER AND BLOW ..
CONTINUE THE LIONS WORK
DESPITE pigs and hyenas
AND THOSE WHO DO NOT INTEND
TO FEEL OR UNDERSTAND.
CHOKRI OMRI
Written: December 06, 2024
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We were born into tribes
cinctured by bonds and praxis
welded by ambits and dictums
an eyeless chasm.
But scope a sounder view
just under the shimmering surface
and the outcome will be luculent
our parallels often outshine our oddities.
Our blood is crimson
all of us slipshod weeps
all of us longing for love
all of us fail to face our fears.
Our zeal fashion fetching flow
our souls seek seraphic symbiosis
we all itch for a warm welcome
and achieve startling accolades.
But, we build walls,
and draw lines in the sand,
we judge hinged on appearance,
and ignore the outstretched hand.
But if we may just foresee,
beyond the color of our skin,
and the language we spree,
we may find kin.
Because in the recesses of our souls
within our deep cores
all of us are noxious
rhapsodic around finding fulfillment.
So let's slip away,
from the chains of tribalism,
and gasp our kinships,
with love and hope.
For only then,
can we for real unite,
and transcend our differences,
Into a world of light.
"Do I still matter?" I lament, in quiet despair,
As kindred acquaintances vanish, dissolved in thin air.
Solitude clots the cistern, blocks my spirit's flow;
Collateral damage obscures the expansive panorama's glow.
Vision dims, and trembling hands do falter.
Crutches bear the weight of ceaseless alter.
As though a harlequin, encased in collodion's mournful woe,
A vestigial soul, defying ruin's throes.
Primitive dictums supplanted by the pragmatism of the age:
"Who cares?" imbibed in youth's cage.
The sickle and hammer, now relics of savage years,
Venomous words sealed in the vaults of my fears.
Futile is the grasp to decipher Braille's cryptic code—
The ramifications vast, yet still I brave the road.
Reclaiming the immutable verity of my existence,
Hope that today's conundrums will shape tomorrow's persistence.
I feel deep sadness for the sullen and morose,
For their lives are wallowing in dissatisfaction
Unable to experience “The Lightness of Being,”
Aligning themselves with a disgruntled faction
Clutching tightly to every slight they’ve ever felt,
They throw verbal barbs like pagan poison arrows
To wound whoever lately has crossed their path,
Their mind consistently and ruthlessly narrows
Shutting out positive and improving influences,
They sadly engage in self-pity, playing the victim
And come to believe they are without any fault,
While latching onto their religion, issue dictums.
Written July 7, 2022
Against wild dogma and feathery wit,
Shall your sound idioms and wisdom
Outshine fickle folios of mortal sages;
Proving verity in its irrepressible form.
Your arresting dictums shall outshine
Obtuse hallowed tomes devoid of life,
Which erudition’s minions kissing die;
Sepulchered beneath self-spun strife.
Each revivifying line a failsafe dose,
Curing the unquestioning pupil soul;
Which heeding its fathomless force,
Glowing dims deified sky-high stars.
Those fibs-shaming adages of yore
Shall diffuse war’s menacing nukes,
Neutering gory ciphers spelling awe;
Turning brawls into inviolable peace.
Let this decade of 2020
Be the decade of plenty!
May we all sow seeds,
Of many good deeds,
Not for personal gains,
But to relieve the pains,
Of many human victims,
Of bad political dictums,
Provide the basic needs,
And free educational feeds,
To our suffering brethren
And their deserving children!
In this large fabric of humanity,
One tear any where in our unity,
Will destroy the peace
Of the entire human race!
Let’s save the planet,
From the ignorant,
And restore it all to green,
to what it once has been,
Before we started the insane divide,
Of earth, our only habitable hide,
Cut to small pieces called countries,
Fenced, protected by armed sentries,
Not to defend valuable human cultures,
But to nourish power hungry vultures,
Let creatures be free as god intended,
Not enslaved as the devil contended!
Amen
On par to manage joyful course
Approach to live without remorse
While dictums of insanity
Are grinding spars impaling me
Perchance to light upon derail
The most melodic harmony
The rest express to no avail
Irrelevant profanity
Experience of life prevails
Experience no sailing smooth
Pause to enjoy a hilltop fair
The valley comes, despair resumes
The Belgian masters of old
gave in to the devil's wish,
offering Tutsi blood to
fill the Hutu tribal dish.
Wretched souls hacked asunder
killed in the shadow of fear,
corpses soaked in crimson blood
yet, the world shed not a tear.
The presence of God's church was
absent from the bloody scene,
hidden from reality
cloistered lives remained serene.
The victims were voiceless as
slaughter grew to genocide
yet very little was done,
the tragedy's swept aside.
The U.N. helped the Belgians
sneak away and dodge the blame,
while Roméo Dallaire got placed
in charge, to deal with their shame.
Forced to witness torture and
the mutilation of girls,
his hands were tightly tied by
Canada's shameful dictums.
The sheer weight of Rwanda's pain
weighing heavy on his soul,
he wrote a book, exhuming
lives hate buried in a hole.
(Quatrain)
9/5/2017
OUTSIDE
Sun awakens from its sleep
stillness of the day uninterrupted
morning rituals call
hold to momentary pause.
The mirror speaks,
an epiphany.
Its quintessence brought forth so true
prior existence but a dream, deep unconscious.
Such ***** speech proclaimed;
Othelo’s troubles yet persist
this dread now orbits secret self.
Two reflections to bare,
one more true than real, incorruptible authenticity.
The other, searching for hope deferred
Doused with water from dry wells
that reflection now mutated for society’s dictums
bare
da Vinci’s vitruvian man now lost.
Ellison’s Invisible Man
transmogrified from progeny to enigma
Outside,
dichotomy of self-serving expectations to
universal being more paradoxical
calling to a barren soul.
Oh, only to denude my camouflaged existence for a day
If the screen were one shade of grey
would for a day, just to live all grey
Tony Ginyard (c)
Eagerly joining the nation's martial order,
Becoming Uncle Sam's itinerant boarder,
Pledging to defend my country's border,
Against foreign malice and internal disorder.
Callously disregarding my own personal ambition,
Carelessly abandoning familial bonds and social position,
Caustically enlisting in the my country's latest inquisition,
Cheerfully pledging to defend abstract values without condition.
Forthrightly conditioned to to obey without recourse,
Instantly melded into mindless, fraternal force,
A provisioned robot, a designated national resource,
Vetted to die for patriotic cause without slightest remorse.
Subjugated to the imperial dictums of state,
Compensated a minimal wage for perilous fate,
Commissioned to fight amorphous foes without face,
Trained to annihilate belligerents without trace.
The Court Historians'
official dictums
of special reports
and minor fiction from
deep in the archives
where they've been
resting with other lies
besides these, and other
generally accepted deeds
have just been released
for "people consumption" now
that the donkies have been appeased
and truth into lie
and lie into truth
have rendered history
spin-city legalese.