Leather bound thoughts, tied on pages,
whispering to me of each day's beginnings
This sheet peels heart's despair
Creeping on bondage of words not spoken
that in the light, a yearning arises
Spilling yarns knitted but unraveled-
Time's remembrances awaken and heave
Soaking memories on the earmarks of carbon
To learn that passages with bleeding lines
Never open to rage of night
Restrained, I stitch the rims that tear apart
And recite the songs beyond the grey sky.
Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul
Some senior military seized power in Gabon today,
Ali Bongo 's family led the country
in fifty five years under umbrella
of French government as there were protected
The so called French interests to be on power.
Today President Ali Bongo is informing
the world about his arrestation by the military.
He does not know where could be his son
and family as they are in different places.
The senior military accused him of stealing votes
for third time so that he could continue
to rule like a puppet of some westerners
While the people continue to suffer here and there.
Many young African leaders are tired of fake promises
of some selfish politicians who care for themselves
and continue allowing African natural resources
to cross the seas due to some agreement
with some western countries
which could not reach fifty years
after so called independence and democracy
in west and central Africa.
It is eighth coup d' états in Africa from 2020 to today
as many Africans wish some regimes change.
It will be wise for French government officials to say
loudly " good bye Africa as they are no longer welcomed."
August 30/2023
a magma fountain
molten lava boils the sea...
fire morphs into steam
Kilauea erupts
Hawaiians leave gifts for Pele...
to help stem its flow
(Haiku)
06/04/2023
Show Don't Tell, Tell Don't Show
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(How Many Syllables)
murky pond water
carpeted by waterlily~
lotus explosion
Haunting dreams awake me;
I must analyze them;
Awake, up and penning;
Muse erupts through my hand.
I’m writing so swiftly;
I misspell; skip letters;
To ignore, betrays
And she will not hush.
“It’s time that we slept!”
I say, she replies back,
“No! Not now; just write!”
My bloodshot eyes
Following ink;
Skip a letter;
No going back.
Her lava
Spews on page
After page.
Brutal
Slaver;
Muse.
When dawn erupts twas not to flee from darkness
Or evade the night,
but was needed to light
the darkest dreams that feared to past.
Laughter is meant to ease your pain,
and-tears to dry the souls-misunderstandings.
Some will call it guile, forget their plight
as thy chose to be on that flight.
So choose to-lift your wary soul to-fight
from evil pranks that was only intended
to see you give your health and wealth.
Know it was not your plight to fight their war.
So choose to stand and fight your battle
without their hand that holds you down
Pick up your soul and don’t look back
Cling to the one that does not
take you to lose your soul .
Be proud when you walk away,
as our love will be the light
that shine even on our darkest hours .
Eyelids, pierced by splinters of light;
I rub my eyes as I awake.
And while my bedroll kept me warm,
I am hungry, and my bones ache.
Belongings few; I fear their loss,
for they are what keep me alive.
Though they don't get lighter with age;
I may not thrive, but I survive.
A pair of doves welcomes the sun,
dispelling the shadows of night.
And I start my day panhandling
while trying to keep out of sight.
Suddenly, I hear a loud laugh,
with a jeering edge to its pitch.
And some teenagers start running,
being homeless, makes me their .
A barrage of fists is let loose:
pain radiates with each impact.
And my nose, broken and bleeding,
leaves me mostly still intact.
Wrong place to be when hate erupts,
for the anger of youth runs deep.
And although time will help me heal,
I have no more tears left to weep.
Autumn Erupts, Colors Splash
(Red Number Two)
Dark red colors spring into view
Autumn feast wraps eager trees
Winter issues early pleas
Cold breezes form long overdue!
Gold springs in the season dance
Nature awaits more vibrant hues
As Winter sends racing clues
All a certainty, nothing by chance!
Green races far into a distant past
Life braces for a drastic change
Colors splash , such varied range
Some wish, season to forever last!
Life births so much scenic pleasure
We each pick those we most treasure.
Robert J. Lindley
08-07-2015
erupts
Does refusing to see,
cloud your vision again,
Does refusing to hear,
bring on deafness my friend
If you close all the doors,
does silence descend,
Till lonliness intervenes,
Refusing to love,
Brings bad tidings and then,
Solo the path, & solitudes, when,
Set on them chickens,
like clukky ole hen,
Till love erupts on the scene.
Don Johnson
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