Hamlet developed in stillness, stillness torn by warfare,
Warfare ricochets through jungles, jungles drop their brilliance,
Brilliance once lit the skies, skies now propagate blur,
Blur cries hangout the basin, basin bewails inside.
Inside the aggrieved acreage, acreage naked of its emerald,
Emerald fields turned to debris, debris wound the prospect,
Prospect of broken streams, streams dry and bare,
Bare mounts stand as spectators, spectators of desolation.
Desolation mists the firmament, firmament once peaceful and azure,
Azure dreams now are devastated, devastated hopes fictitious,
Fictitious peace feels gone, gone by the fire,
Fire of unending animosity, animosity leaves its tag.
Tag engraved in regret, regret pigments the terrain,
Terrain longs for rebirth, rebirth seeks renaissance,
Renaissance of mild restoration, restoration calls for nimble,
Nimble shall patch the village, village recovers its picture.
Poem by Mugisho N. T
Middle school
a failed transition
home screams
tantrums rave
no friends
no basecamp
no allies
upset touchy
twitchy angry
guys sneer weirdo
it hurts
girls smirk weirdo
it crushes
they're a part
I'm apart
before school--distressed
during school--defeated
after school--destroyed
they're cool I'll never be
I don't explode
I implode
12/20/21
so much pain in her eyes
yet she didn't realize
that his heart has stopped
for he loved her so
much enact.
evening ties
the daylight sunrise
pull up
sub nauseous
just so hypnotic
Distress and disheartening
7/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
garbing sizeable anguish, now
soul ensues prime bliss.
Aug 14, 2020
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Topic: Birthday of Hazel F. Rodeo (July 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Disheartned by misery, I went to sleep
without praying and laying down so restlessly,
then awful thoughts drowned me in sadness:
the strongest soul that always warded off demons...
suddenly became the weakest and most miserable of all!
O serene night, return to my consciousness
and brighten these shadows hiding hope,
that hope which finds refuge in tranquility;
o distressed heart seeking a soft moonlight:
let morning unfold its glory and marvel me!
O serene night, o distressed heart...
do I have to wait and watch darkness
deepen my fear when this prayer can
vanquish all the gloominess around me?
Throughout the night distressed, unblessed by sleep,
I turn and writhe and toss, and vainly watch
The seconds and the minutes slowly stretch
To hours; and long since done with counting sheep,
Despair of morning. All alone I pitch
And sweat and wanly see the clock-hands sweep
Inexorably on. And so I keep
Unwilling vigil, condemned to spend such
Nights of restless exile. For I worry:
They’ve sent you overseas, and now you fight
A foe implacable and alien…
Stars and moon speed overhead, and teary
Spells will increasingly become my plight,
While anxious waiting is my regimen.
This Petrarchan sonnet is a variant on the model -- some half-rhymes and a scheme of abbabaab cdecde
Riding a local train
through the Bangladeshi scorching heat
an old man told me
how his houses were submerged
into the Bay of Bengal at night.
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Endless days lost in thought,
my mind a brooding hole,
forever seeking that which is sought,
answers to soothe a aching soul.
As days dance strung together by time,
age catches up with my endless quest,
body decays each second I pine,
end in sight light flickers distressed ,
hope glimmers as eyes take final rest,
life seeps gently away as my soul begins the final climb.
Dark, departing clouds waved their last goodbye
My smile transcends and then…descends
Brought down by unexpected departure
This weather stays with me for a while
But, with my trustworthy friends by my side,
They’ll encourage me to move on—even if I’m sunk deep with regret
At least I have some numbers to dial!
Anguish once again reigns upon my mind
With God always by my side,
He’ll clear my pathway and renew my frame of mind
I could pray for a bright future to rely on…
While I wait till the weather’s completely gone
When the demon walked in,
the child froze,
as he saw its hard eyes and mutilated skin,
and hatred that shows,
haunting images swam before his eyes,
lost souls begging, and he could hear their cries,
he drew a breath,
hoping to avoid death,
he had to force himself to breathe,
hoping the demon hadn’t seen his expression on his face,
he was part of the human race,
but merely an outcast, a disgrace,
he felt that God would not abandon him,
and he would be forgiven,
because if he had nothing else to lose,
then death, instantly is what he’d choose,
the demon turned to him,
he had never been so flustered,
the child looked distressed,
the demon depressed,
as it pointed to the door,
God has forgiven the child,
so in the demon’s house the child need be there no more.
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