We were on our own
Minding our business
Weighed down by crushing unemployment
Thoroughly disillusioned by the art of promise and fail
We were disoriented by the perennial lie
Of being leaders of tomorrow
While we watched the promised future
Dissipate before our very eyes
Stolen by evil forces that have held the country
Down since after the flag independence
We were still minding our business
With dignified silence
As SARS kept on decimating our numbers
At any slightest provocation
Profiling us with ease as fraudsters
Defining us by how we looked
Instead of whom we really were
And we came out to protest this injustice
But we were brutally repressed
And ran for our dear lives
An election came in 2023
And we believed that with our numbers
We could take back our country
From the precipice of the devil and the deep blue sea
But we were brutally brought down to earth
By forces of calamity
However we remain undaunted
The forces of evil might seem to be winning
But we the youth will bring their blighted era
To a dismal end and that is our declaration!
wilting in the setting sun
dissolving deflating
undernourished underfed
neglected rejected
unknown
a mystery
if any degree of pampering
can bring me back to life
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I turned off my phone today
weary of humdrum conversations
not wanting to hear anything about elections either
I do not believe in elections in the USA
until they abolish the electoral college
the words election and democracy are jokes
no other country in the world has an electoral college
my friends are are as redundant as I am
Some might have tried to call me
But most are disillusioned and disgruntled
Many want to talk politics
I despise politics here
they are a joke
My phone may stay off a little longer
A magic trick
I'd often feared
You were there
Then disappeared
No rabbit pulled
From empty hat
No cute tulips
Or polished chat
I'd rather
I was cut in two
Than have to deal
With missing you
Things are all around
I start slipping down and down
World is still spinning...
Falling down the pit.
Every time I get the slip.
No light in sight here.
The great abyss sits
Before me, a gaping hole.
My life flashes now.
While living a life in seclusion
Some folks may react in confusion
When speaking with those,
Far more brave, I suppose,
Who have plans for a Covid conclusion.
The optimists feel the inclusion
Of travel plans, like a transfusion,
Will fill them with hope
And will help them to cope
But it’s possible that’s a delusion.
We pessimists think the collusion
Of those who fight Fauci’s “intrusion”
Will keep us in chains
Until all the remains
Of what’s “normal” is just an illusion.
we
went to
the temple to pray
that we may feel Gods presence
finding there souls seeking end to their sorrow
in as related to transient earth life goals
their fears reinforced by priests
to control the herd
so we sat
still
wondering
at the foolishness
of mockery thus man made
attempting to cage God in their narrowness
even though it is apparent to us all
that the void of soft silence
in each breath intake
ignites a love flame
in our heart
as proof
of God
05-January-2021
Shaken snow globe disarray
Stark format unfamiliar
Relocated mountain ranges
Jacket assets of chameleon
Wobbled flesh given for return
Eyeballers display dollars
Fixated focus planted firm
Subject unacknowledged
Drifting body parts ignite
Lust of lurid possibility
From actuality retired
Maggot eaten depravity
Gyraters' slip into depiction
Resigned, pilot drives auto
Puckered faces maintain rhythm
Minds' contents, peeled potato
Stiletto gripping charicature
Formed from Adam's vital rib
Collared stilled near provocatuer
Audience outcome pathetic
Satirical image conjured as ideal
Patron clean faced gullible
Sensation powders scene unreal
Hand fulls of snowballs - impossible!
Disillusioned
I'm feeling disillusioned, all because of you.
I'm lacking all my desire for love, because of your truth.
You sit there on your throne of thorns,
Not caring about the lives that you have torn.
The lives that you simply ignore.
Your world is you and you are all.
Banish me to anywhere that I can’t become King.
I never wanted to be a fallen Prince.
I hate royalty to the ‘nth degree.
I don’t believe in Peace, Love or Empathy.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Dee said she loved me I was pleased,
She wanted me I was relieved;
But Dee let me down,
I felt like a clown,
Turned down to be a man I peeved.
He’s a beaten man
His shoulders rounded
From the throes of life
From disappointment
To disillusion
His eyes sunk and sallow
His voice weak and hollow
His joy long lost
Along with everything else
That makes life worth living
He’s given up
Can’t take any more
But still standing
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on July 7, 2018
Disillusioned
I’ll smile just as expected
I’ll do just as you please
‘Cause only smiling seems to make
The terrorizing cease
I have to mind the people
Opinions may abound
Impressions should not raise a brow
I shall not make a sound
I have to mind your status
I have to check my mood
I can’t just make my feelings count
It won’t do any good
I’ll swallow every sorrow
I’ll keep my lips in check
I’ll see to it that when they stare
I charmingly smile back
Inward I’m slowly dying
Not that it means a thing
I will make sure that no one knows
I will survive each sting
Somehow I seem to manage
I’ve found a way to deal
I’ve learned to keep on smiling
When I would prefer to squeal
And smiling has done wonders
I reckon happily
But the only one left to convince
Is the disillusioned me.
Disillusioned
broken promises,
goodbye my love,
sorrow filled darkness awaits,
unenchanted.
05/25/2017
Always alone, no matter where
never understanding the why
The question not answered,
there's no one to ask
passage of time appears endless
trying to fill an emptiness, struck at birth
Watching from afar
as others move through life with passion
seeking their chosen course
while I drift
struggling to find purpose or reason
in the dim light of days
Tomorrows pass
My thoughts are only of yesterdays
when emptiness was smaller
and was covered by the coat of ignorance
If only I could find joy
for one minute
that minute would give a lifetime of memories
where I could live in content
Even now I'm a shadow passing through a crowd
a mist they're separated from
that will quickly disperse
If I scream would anyone hear?
If I spoke would anyone listen?
If I disappeared would anyone care?
How cold the world, how deep its pain
not understanding why
I'm alive
3/29/17
What have I done wrong …why won’t you listen to me
I have my own opinions – I just want you to see
Please will you just listen – I don’t want to fight
We both realise its not simply black or white
You don’t need to explain everything you do
If you listen to me, I will listen to you
5th February 2015
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