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BLITZ
tight fits
good spits
quick bursts
same first
inking
linking
FREE VERSE
immerse
in verse
roaming
storming
MINICHU
perplex
context
twelve laps
recaps
reward
unfolds
DEESWHEAT
sounds neat
on beat
cranks awe
tanka
cinquain
enchained
triplet
strip set
FOOTLE
versed brand
by Strand
two-line
may rhyme
trochee
swift spree
witty
ditty
one foot
output
HAIKU
small views
soothe you
nature
treasure
YALTO
word rows
in tows
notice
mini list
statement
intent
adjoint
make point
SUZETTE PRIME
sublime
no rhyme
inject
prime set
real surd
numbered
LIMERICK
pun shtick
risk it
in time
punchline
TOO MANY WORDS
there’s herds
for nerds
new forms
brainstorms
don’t fuss
adjust
all’s fair
who cares
expand
like Strand
118.
Seedling on Earth
Then it has fallen
Now it was sunken
Unmoved like bedridden
Enchained and sullen
During its loneliness
In this somber place
Life found a space
The seed experienced solace
Downwards creep the roots
Upwards grow the shoots
Alongside carabao boots
Hope not to be crushed by coots.
-04/23/2012
(Dumarao)
*for Agri. poem in Salingsing Issue of 1st Sem., AY 2011-12
CELEBRATIONS
enchained
pensive
awaiting
an
unstoppable
force
a proliferation
to allure
creating
an
image
often
tempestuous
in nature
derives
from the
ineffable
particular
& self-making.
articulating
raw charisma
in a pleasing
conceptin
&
the embodiment
of
elegance
& conceit
of personality
discovered
integral
to the legend
elitist
available
only to a
chosen few.
What on earth did I do to deserve this fate ?
From my insouciance I awoke much too late.
'Tis to Tomi now in exile on the Black Sea
Augustus in his wisdom has condemned me.
Julia's company and that poem where I erred
Removed me from the leisured life I much preferred.
And now my sorry assize I needs must thole
With only my wife's tenderness me to console.
This crude and inclement clime I must now call home
Sequestered so far from my distant beloved Rome.
Surrounded I am by dull furs and guttural sounds
Where in my mind life with bright togas and verse abounds
If I am not to lose my precious muse
Their language I must learn and use.
Caesar hopes me to have metamorphosed
From sophisticate to rude yokel indisposed.
Yet my Epistulae ex Ponto plead for his mercy to contain
Hopes for my return to Rome, though that all looks in vain.
If my poetry cannot soften his implacable heart,
Then perhaps others will appreciate my art.
Enchained as I am in this Hades of a living tomb,
My poetry must transform it into my Elysium.
Where Rome was once my sucus et sanguis,
Tomi must now serve as my grand palace
There is hope for humanity;
we need to learn to get along
and move past the insanity
of doing what we know is wrong.
We left our caves;
then enchained slaves.
Our fate's fueled by vanity;
argumentative and headstrong
we're stewards of profanity
and can't tolerate trust for long.
It all sounds strange;
but we can change.
As I close my dry, weary reddish eyes,
the daydreams of whence I was not alone
pour forth in an enchanting kaleidoscope
with vast imagery and electrified emotions.
Some the brightest yellow and gold, others
a tawny, deep dark bluish black. But, they're
mine; no one can take them away from me.
A new excursion into old memories begins.
You are to be pitied more than I...perhaps.
I soar above all your innumerable miseries,
partaking within the nature of an angel; for
you've said, my place is not in your sphere.
You have the earth; I have boundless space.
You, enchained below, by a thousand bonds
of your gross, materialistic, in-genuine cruxes.
You attend your religious mass when convenient;
find time to pray only when you want something.
You cannot depart and plunge into a limpid sea
nor travel through the vastness of time and space.
Lost on your arid shores, my mind drinks deep
as I drown in the desert choking on your soul.
She knows not when she was made
To wear the shackles and rest in pain
It's been ages since she opened these eyes
But they are lying under so many layers
She can see, but the windows are not her own
She can hear but the drums are of someone else
The Rind around her is tight
And suffocating...
She is the reason the Rind exists...
But does It know... Does It appreciate?
What if she tears it apart... And flee..
And why doesn’t she?
Pledges have enchained her?
Or does she reckon flying a sin...?
Eternity is calling its missing partner..
Bells of the Heaven are ringing....
But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
So thick that even celestial voices won't penetrate it
Caged in a body and bodily needs...
She is losing her connection with heavens...
*____________________*
Windows.. Eyes
Drums... Ears
She knows not, when she was made
To wear the shackles, and rest in pain
It's been ages since she opened those eyes
Which are lying under so many layers
She can see but the windows are not her own
She can hear but the drums are of someone else
The Rind around her is tight & suffocating
She is the reason the Rind exists
Does It know?? Does It appreciate??
What if she tear it apart and flee?
And why doesn’t she?
What pledges have enchained her?
Or she too recons flying a sin!!
Eternity is still calling its missing partner
Bells of the Heaven are ringing
But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
And thick... even celestial voices won't penetrate it
Caged in a body, & bodily needs
She is losing her connections with Eden
(Paghunda Zahid )
Growing up, I was always motivated to make a better life for myself, and
Regardless of the cost, I was determined to make life better for my family
Economic depression were words that enchained everyone dear to me, and
After completing High School was when I set out to make my bold move
There were no bloodhounds daring my escape; I was not exactly incarcerated
Escape, however, was the only option because no one offered a kind and pleasant exit
Slavery was a hundred years prior to my existence, but Jim Crow was alive
Christianity's meaning was twisted and turned upside down, but I knew that Christ was also alive,
And whether here, there, or elsewhere, He was the key, mentally and spiritually, to my personal freedom
People of ill will, poverty, and politics notwithstanding, that wall of minimal opportunity and discrimination was doomed to fall
Even extreme poverty in the poorest state in America was no match for faith in God, family, and friends
010720PoSoupContest, Great Escape, John Hamilton
Some music takes me close…
some pushes me further away
Feelings set free, feelings enchained
day into night—night into day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
A people once censored
their limbs on the rack
All knowledge and freedom
under constant attack
But cream always rises,
and cows do come home
The truth never captive,
enchained—or then owned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
All that I have been trying to say
Is that the reason you're so depressed
Is the same reason I'm so angry
And in this constant state of unrest
Believe it or not, I was just like you
I was down trodden, sad and stressed
Didn't want to believe that this life I was living
Was designed to be a competitive test
It was acknowledgment of the facts before me
That lay before my eyes
The majority of us are no more than slaves
Used, belittled and victimized
My sorrows turned to anger
Turned to fire in my heart
There's no time to wallow in misery
It's time we pick a start
For this madness cannot be allowed to continue
To keep us enchained and imprisoned
We must search for a better way of life
Together, create a new vision
The curse of an
inflated imagination.
An escarpment of thought
in a blistering mind.
An invasion of insolence
amidst a tempest-tossed
cacophony
of mewling memories.
A throat restricting,
heart galloping,
and eyes trembling.
A voiceless scream for help.
A crouching body
in cold defeat.
A quivering being,
gasping for an
exasperating breath.
Then, a ferociously seized breath -
transplanted
from an enchained soul,
gives birth to grave apathy.
A silent tear dissipates
into an endless ocean
of trepidation.
I've lost it again,
the time, the shine,
I found, the Divine.
the care, the flair,
My love, my prayer.
The touch, the nudge,
The tears they smudge,
my face, my heart,
crumble, fall apart,
wide eyed, conciled,
confined, docile.
bear it all, I fall,
It's withdrawal,
from love, it coups up,
ardent, perturbed.
It cuts, scratches, wounds
Slashes,
Snatches,
you,
from me,
I bleed, I plead,
Crawling, kneeling,
I tread, squealing,
pain remains,
Enchained, restrained,
Smirk, I feign,
I've lost it again.
Timothy, I've risen
Out of death prison
Out of darkness
I was chained
Tied down and beheaded
Decapitated
I've risen and grew
Away I flew
I was enchained
Restrained
I suffered
On a perfect grade
Endured
Forbeared
Stomached
Afflictions
Sadness
Grief distress
Accepted
Fullness dirtiness
Love's capable and powerful
Good invaluable treasure
Untreated, Integer
I'm word of love now
I reign with love now
Royal - no wicked doubtful broken
Unscrupulous failed perverse mind
I have a clean conscience
I thank love
which I worship
Due to love
I stand and do not slip
Timothy, I've risen!
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