Dismantles Poems

Dying Innocence

A young crow carries them-
selves meticulously, screening 
their surroundings. Too wary 
to engage with others, but 
always so observant. 

A golden jewel shines in a
parking lot corner. Tempting 
the young crow’s eyes. Their 
bill clutches on, fragile by
nature, it breaks. 

Glass shards pierces their 
tongue, blood cascades on-
to the concrete as the jewel
dismantles. Remnants of a
once pretty rock remain. 

Lackluster caws transcends to
inconspicuous woes through
menacing thunder circulating 
the floaters, ignoring their 
cries.

Drizzles of rain deafening 
continuous yelp, a dash of
salt soaking their insides,  
their shadow scatters
far away.

Debris Of Decrepit Heart

“The fervent garden grieves as the frail flowers called love 
enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet 


The rhapsody of rainbow morphs into morose mélange,
bleeding colors bleached from the twilight zone clouds 
that rainstorm daubs as blemish on dilapidated essence   
when the shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.

The requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley,
the petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew, 
desiccating in somber sunshine in the deserted mind,
while the fallen flowers make frail bouquet of passion. 

Cacophony encapsulated in the cauldron of mute melody, 
chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves of desire.
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of the senile life,
music turns to convoluted noise echoed by the battered soul.

As you drift away blowing a devastating storm of apathy, 
my fervor is fragmented to lie in the debris of ecstasy.
The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
magnifies into the crooked contortion of decrepit heart.

Wordless Words

Wordless Words

Countless times of talking,  
On the prepared table of meeting,  
Killing is a sin and a silly action,  
A sin that brings sorrow and suffocation.  
Holy books wisely say:  
We are equal in all ways.  
Now look at how the world dismantles,  
A peace broken down into fumbles.  
Fire from far away, made by guns,  
Burning and sweeping away the innocents.  
What for? Possession and wealth?  
Not fair; speeches are not worth.  
They sound good and rhythmical,  
But bring no change in a circle.  
If everything is done to stop,  
Why are missiles still in prep?

Renewal?

Who would sell that which they do not own?
Who kept quiet that truth not be known?
Who betrayed souls their faith now uncertain?
Who moved devils behind a secretive curtain?
Who empties His houses in the guise of renewal?
Who shattered its victims with lies and betrayal?
Who conveniently had loss of common sense?
Who eluded punishment expecting others to do penance?
Who dismays and dismantles the dwindling flock?
Who empties memories trading reverence for shock?
Who scoffs at laws specified in their own cannon?
Who pays their council with large sums of mammon?
Who has squirreled away substantial resources?
Who deems such is needed to fund other courses?
Who will litigate estates to take from rightful heirs?
Who does all they will yet maintain that they care?

Eschewed Essence

Rhapsody of rainbow 
morphs melted 
into morose mélange,
scattered in sullen sky. 
Bleeding colors bleached 
from twilight cloud 
ruinous rainstorm daubs 
as derelict blemish 
on abandoned shards 
of broken heart.
Shades of blue 
permeate pining
frayed linen 
of lost love.

Requiem of roses 
resonates profound
in melancholic concerto.
Drooping petals languish
for dripping tear drops 
of mourning dew, 
desiccating dismayed
in somber sunshine 
in deserted mind,
where for bracing 
cold desolate stone
fallen flowers 
make bouquet 
for deceased passion. 

Cacophony capsuled 
in suffusing cauldron 
of mute melody,
lost in tempestuous sea
of incongruent tune,
chaotic symphony 
dismantles harmony
on discordant waves.
Synthetic smiles sneer 
scarred scenario 
of lonesome life.
Sanguine songs turn 
to convoluted noise, 
echoing in solemn soul.
Lattice of life 
seen through 
languid cynic lens
magnifies mystified
into crooked contortion 
of eschewed essence.

Transgender a Story Untold

I am transgender, a soul untamed,
Seeking solace, my true self proclaimed.
In this journey, I've found my role,
Here's what I need to be made whole.

Acceptance, a beacon to light my way,
Embracing love, where judgment won't sway.
A mirror that reflects my inner grace,
To see myself, unburdened by the chase.

Understanding hearts, compassionate and kind,
A refuge where I can peace of mind find.
Words of affirmation, whispered in the air,
Affirming my existence, showing they care.

A world that dismantles oppressive walls,
Where equality reigns and prejudice falls.
Opportunities to thrive, without constraint,
For my dreams and talents, a fair playing paint.

Connection to a community, strong and tight,
Where unity blossoms, like stars in the night.
Courage to be vulnerable, without fear,
Knowing my truth is valued and held dear.

I am transgender, bold and unafraid,
Demanding respect, in every accolade.
With these elements, a tapestry untold,
I'll embrace my journey, and forever unfold.

Along the Cold Dreary Road

There was a time
Of life with joy and happiness 
Not a single concern
Now I just have regrets to look back at


Little by little 
The steps I take come to naught 
Sadness and self pity 
Make myself filled with apathy 

With cowardliness as my virtue, 
Of living a fulfilled life 
I dream of everyday 
Whilst the world dismantles my reality

Thorns and rusty nails form my way
In every step I take 
All I have are flesh wounds and bleeding feet to show for

My days are filled with frenzied motions
Going through the moves
I end up as a saddlebag 
Filled with useless rocks

Fear and regret as they’re my arms 
Despair and desperation are my limbs 
I trudge on, unable to shake off 

Dreams and wants drawn and quartered by my fears and incapacitation
Thank you God for making me a coward.

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3rd February 2023

Distorted Essence

Rhapsody of rainbow morphs to morose mélange
Bleeding colors bleached from the twilight cloud 
Rainstorm daubs as blemish on the broken heart
The shades of grey paint the frayed linen of love.

Requiem of roses resonates in melancholic medley
Petals pine for dripping tear drops of mourning dew 
Desiccate in somber sunshine in the deserted mind
Fallen flowers make bouquet for deceased passion. 

Cacophony capsuled in the cauldron of mute melody 
Chaotic symphony dismantles on the discord waves
Strained smiles sneer the scarred scenario of lone life
Songs turn to convoluted noise echoed by the soul.

The lattice of life seen through the languid cynic lens
Magnifies into crooked contortion of distorted essence.

Culture

Culture is not what was written
ten thousand years ago,
nor is it a godly dictate from
the 7th Century AD,
It is not what Buddha spoke
from under the Bodhi tree,
nor the harsh enforcements
of religious tribes.
Culture is all of us as it is today,
and as it might be tomorrow
and there after,
the live force of humanity
that flows like an ever ebbing river,
powered by the thoughts of
the present, that gathers strength and roars
and cuts its way through new terrains
of ever changing reality.
It dismantles the dead skeletons
of the past, dismembers meaningless
untruths, that were created for greed 
and self gains.It lays open the absolute
reality of what should be!
Feel the presence of God in the present,
in this new reality that is,
with every breath through the nostrils,
with passions of your heart,
untainted by lies passed on through bigotry,
untarnished by bellowing of self proclaimed messiahs,
Culture is you, me and all of us,
as we are at the present moment,
flowing to yet unchartered realms 
of yet unknown truths!
Let’s surge forward with the voice of conscience,
in this roar lies the absolute truth!
This  is our culture!

Iron Man

Which American does not know great Tony Stark?
An industrialist tycoon like strapping shark;
Born with silver spoon in his mouth; noble bequest!
Lived luxurious life one considered blessed...!

Afghan enters his life; like virus in robot; 
Terrorists kidnap him; force him to weapon-plot;
He builds his sly armor; makes his vanish easy;
Plays ploys; Shifts into iron man; tough, yet, frenzy...!

Cocktails and women beauties; Romantic, yet firm;
Juvenile play-boy; yet, strict to mercantile term; 
Not lonely though alone; full of fun and frolic;
Midst accomplishment of tasks, he has his rollick...!

Pushed to misuse his invention of iron-man,
Virtuously he dismantles his harm-filled plan;
Splaying bundle of freedom virtues and vices, 
Tony Stark is an epitome of guises...!


01 July 2022
Captain America's Friends or Foes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Fissure

she reluctantly...
   dismantles her walls 
      and let's love in 
           long after 
      the first perfidy, 
   only to be struck by 
yet another thunderbolt 
          of betrayal. 
           her heart 
       splinters in half 
 and hardens to granite;
     cold to the touch! 
 impregnable barricade 
    now wraps around
  a heart once inviting 
  with "stay away" sign
          posted on it. 
      beset by cynicism 
    and lingering distrust. 
    an irreparable fissure. 



Some Broken Hearts Never Mend Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Faraz Ajmal
Date written: 02/26/2022

Cynicism At Its Finest

Most of us are unified by a shattered past, and a bleak outlook for the future that lies ahead.
The weight we feel everyday continues to cripple our minds in a way that completely dismantles any sense of happiness we might accidentally find.
Most of us are so bound by depression that we can’t see even the most beautiful aspects of life that present themselves to us on a daily basis.
Every bittersweet sunrise we are blessed, or cursed with, are overshadowed by the cynical thoughts that race through our minds constantly in a ballet of dark and soul crushing consistency.
One after the next, they each remind us that love for another is most likely as far fetched as finding the self love we so desperately seek out from birth to lonesome death.
It won’t be until the very end while lying on our death beds that we will realize we wasted away our days in search of a phantom.
A life well wasted in a world that’s just as shattered and Empty as we so quickly became.
I hope god can forgive me, because I damn sure can’t forgive myself.

D.R.L.

Evenly She Sighs

The heart in wonder wanders past the day of light 
clinging to the moon she harvests  her own bright 
and as the melancholic trees wave fast goodbyes
the soul accepts dismantles as evenly, she sighs.

Homeless

He flies far 
Collected Sprig to make a nest 
Wish he could Guard her eggs. 
She flies away 
Leaving their nest. The shower of time 
Washed the abode, 
Made them homeless. 
City-lights eradicate night lull 
City-sounds daunting the eggs.
O Ethnic, keep patience
There will be sunshine
We will run far,
So far, would never return
Your dwelling dismantles the tiny abode
The flock of humane shoos it
They will miss the old tree
And squeeze the recent arbor.

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