When the State disappeared,
silence took command of the roads.
Villages slept with one eye open,
listening for engines, boots, and gunfire.
Markets that once sang with bargaining voices
now whisper in fear,
and children learn the language of hiding
before they learn to write their names.
Into the vacuum stepped shadows—
men without mercy,
flags without compassion,
laws written in bullets and ash.
Farmers abandoned their fields,
traders counted losses instead of profits,
and mothers prayed for sons
who should have returned at sunset.
Where protection failed,
terror planted its own authority;
where governance weakened,
fear became the new governor.
Yet the land remembers peace.
The soil still waits for laughter,
for schools instead of camps,
for soldiers of justice, not soldiers of terror.
And one day,
when the State returns not in uniforms alone
but in fairness, protection, and hope,
the people will reclaim their nights.
Until then, the wind carries one question
across northern plains and burning towns:
Who guards the people
when the guardians vanish?
It is May 1872
The Mary Celeste, a large ship has been abandoned
where is her crew?
where is the captain?
they have disappeared without any trace.
Forty-five years later
The USS Cyclops disappeared
Three hundred and nine people have never been found
This time, things were different
The ship was gone too.
Nine ships have vanished.
Many of us have speculated what might have happened.
Did a giant sea monster take these ships down to the ocean floor?
Did she eat all the meat and release the Mary Celeste so it could bob to the surface?
Is there a giant aquatic bigfoot down there?
It is curious.
Within our heart, a fierce fire raged,
a burning yearning to be free
from our mind, where we were caged,
that soul may dwell on earth carefree.
We knew there’s more to us than this,
striving being of no avail,
so in darkness of fear’s abyss,
we chose all thought forms to derail.
We shut mind’s door yet ego knocked,
begging our soul to be let in
but we were then in bliss mists docked,
deaf to mind’s cacophonous din.
We saw our Self as living light,
heart joyous in drunken delight.
• Open a fridge door and see
• The monster I grew up to be
• Joe from next door is in parts
• He disappeared the night I was playing darts
• Frozen in place from shock?
• I'll push you off the dock
• Peep at me through the window?
• I'll turn your wife into a widow
The countless stars are clear tonight,
they do not make me feel less than I am anymore.
Like frost they twinkle in the wink
of a cold calamity.
transmitting a vast emptiness.
That silent void used to wound me,
now being less full of myself
I see their light as life-crafts
for dark sea-paths.
In time,
time itself will disappear,
as it wears its illusory thread
down to an impossible idea.
One by one,
whole constellations will blink out.
and those that are left to watch them,
will not fear,
as they disappear into a Light
far behind the stars.
Quazi Johirul Islam
SCAFFOLD DISAPPEARED
Scaffold disappeared, and it was a different morning
Sunlight has never threatened me ever like that
I can imagine how terrible winter is awaiting
while the sun is not a good friend.
Wind drops without an obstacle, cold and hard
I can easily see him standing a little future away
In an empty sand field wounded and bloody.
He had pals once, he had mates,
he once, twice and many times after
had women.
He had a hat but he lost that.
Lost the girls, lost pals, lost mates.
He had to admit
that all he once knew were disappearing,
he himself, was disappearing,
bits of him
had already been cut out
to be burnt up in Hospital incinerators.
The details of those many far flung places,
(all his peripatetic wanderings),
were disappearing one by one,
one temple,
one hotel, one mountain at a time.
One day he will awake
get himself ready to go out to walk his dog,
then remember to late,
that his dog had disappeared
about the same time
they both got throat cancer.
For now, he instinctively checks his pockets
for whatever is left.
You can refer whatever I am
writing to whoever want to.
.once within reason
prices became out of site
money disappeared
only stupid people
will have many stupid thoughts
being stupid things
the vilest person
that has ever existed
became a moron
had been condemning
while constantly complaining
always criticizing
is hostile and mean
a marjorie taylor green
create quite a scene
wretched human being
stories with lies is singing
much trouble bringing
became worse and worse
when he would rehearse a curse
which we did disperse
whole world was his own
lying and cheating had been prone
name is caste in stone
he would have a thirst
for what was worst of the worst
often he had cursed
often he had curst
in summer
a cat appeared
in my backyard
every day
bathed in the sunshine
rolled on its back
then sneaked under the fence
on its merry way...
now a forbidding wind moans
leaves snap off of trees
late afternoons
the hawk is out
the sky, an angry gray
In 1962 Bobby’s Girl was a hit song, this inspired me.
In my 12 year old mind I believed girls would want, Bobby
I waited and waited for this dream girl to appear,
each day I wondered and thought, could this be the day?
Low and behold while waiting 12 more years, she appeared.
She became Bobby’s girl in 1974 on our wedding day,
A time well worth waiting for she gave me three sons.
Yet today, this song and her have disappeared for I have lost her,
I no longer wait in wonder and my inspiration has gone.
Bobby’s girl has disappeared
Contest: Inspired by a song-Once there was a Love
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
Date Created: 10/14/2022
We write , we read
Comment , connect
Form certain bonds
Yet, just like that
Out of the blue
Forever you are gone
When love leaves us, where does it go?
Is Love an element with a Heart of its own?
Maybe Love tires of us, seeking solace in new Hearts.
Do I find it on the rebound?
Do I check the lover's Lost and Found?
Did I do something wrong? Did I not love you strong?
Should isolation be my fate? Should I have chosen a different mate?
Do I question the validity of my power to Love?
Does Love question the validity of my power?
30 and 6 years of melting memories sharing
the Good, the Bad, the Ugly, the End.
Once heartfelt passions digressed to
evasive emotions--crippling communication
splintered sex--separate quarters and
finally Alienation to the 3rd Degree.
Yet in this final demise, I decry this decree.
Do I wander in measureless time following its folly aimlessly?
or do I find a middle path-one of transformation?
Never running on Empty, while living loss free.
An adventure awaited from the moment we met
It always was and I'm sad to see you go
They said all things must come to an end
Your love disappeared
The hopelessness plaques
I got put in my place and
You left me in a world of pain
I was bound in the rain
With these unbreakable cuffs
When your love disappeared
I have lifetime roughs
But you made me believe
I was needed and seen
Then got up and left
Me to figure this out
Although your love disappeared
My love for you remains
Plans of our future were smeared
And everything I feared
Seemed to come true
It's hard to get through
But I have dreams to pursue
Even though your love disappeared
Fury of the sea
Panic of the boat
Cry of the fishermen
Catastrophic
Is it a revenge of the fish
For the pollution of the sea
Innocent were the fishermen
Who were wrapped
In the waves
And disappeared from the sea
Defendless
Her circle has no beginning
the veil so easily seen through
i'm not mad can't you see them too
brave enough to be herself
all the lost things
come back in some form
seeing sleeps where death has come
different can be strange
my brains gone fuzzy
could be a Wrackspurt about
leaves us Blibbering
like a Humdinger
Loving the good moon
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