fiery flames above
a pool of sodden sulfur ~
sorry souls in blaze
dire spirits shout loud
extreme excruciation ~
echoes endlessly
March 27, 2023
Hell Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Secure within the mother’s womb.
Sheltered from all storms of life
Swimming,
Swiveling,
and
Sustained.
The countdown begun-
A wide world awaiting,
Eager faces looking,
Windows opening,
To
Colour,
Scent,
Sound,
Taste and Touch.
But,
Expectations shattered,
Exasperation heightened,
Execution begun,
Excruciation settled,
and
Expulsion confirmed!
Chopped to pieces,
Down to trash.
‘The most unkindest cut of all’!
Betrayal!
Horrid Betrayal!
Through aeons,
History repeats.
‘Am I my brother’s keeper’?
The Son of Man –
sold out,
with a kiss.
Et tu, Brute!
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Placed Third
April.12.2022
U Choose Poetry Contest
Theme- Abuse of the Unborn
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
F-lu's
E-erie
M-orbidity
I-n
L-ink's
A-ilment
Z-one
A-pplies
R-abid
T-hreat's
E-xcruciation
Topic: Birthday of Femi M. Lazarte (June 09)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Bamused of searching for pearch,
Where there is no despondency,
To find saint in living.
The more i search,
The more bootless i found.
My heart became lonely,
Depression follows my path,
Courage became tedious to divulge,
Being my only sterling grants,
I became pessimistic.
Wandering around irrationally,
I met a charming Angel.
Bosom with beauty, and
Glowing like diamond.
Hmm! An Angel from heaven.
My hormones arose,
Hope seems to be back,
Courage seems to be summoned,
Depression seems to evacuate,
But, loneliness proves stubborn.
The angel sanitizes my heart,
And quarantine my emotions.
The Covid of my life,
As the beauty surpasses 19.
Wow! My eternity virus.
Her refusal locked me down,
And placed in isolation of love pandemic,
For weeks.
Loneliness proves stubborn,
My greatest grants.
Who have i offended?
And placed in Excruciation.
My love in pending .
Days, months and years,
Adoring you, will be my coach.
Alimi Abdulkabir's poetry.
Through torment we try and do the best
the discomfort the distress
Harming the detriment even more
affliction of agony to settle a score
The anguish and excruciation
pain everyday across the face of our nation
Life can be like a ear ache
you toss and turn all night in agony lay awake
Thinking about life and the way it is
all the people that you miss
Through all of this torment yes we suffer
but it in the end it just makes us tougher. -TA
In my soul there is something which is just crying , from an eternal pain my eyes are tearing ...
My sorrows are screaming from anguish..
My heart is sinking in the depth of throe..
Somewhere my words are shouting , the words which have the fate of silence only..
Gash of heart is screeching from agony..
My faith is falling in the darkness of excruciation..
Somewhere my scars are grieving , the scars which have not the fate of ending..
I've been lost for so long , I've been lost for so far...
I'm just waiting to see a dawn of this unpleasant life...
Somewhere my hopes are expecting , the hopes which have the fate of mortality only...
A ticking clock in silence
Fading light, brushing
I am fighting my conscience
In this tunnel of my heart, seeking
For an answer of unasked question
For a reason to keep this feeling as mine
When I know keeping means excruciation
Still the question whirling, in this tunnel of my mind
What should I do with these feelings?
So forbidden yet so strong
Will you understand me even when nothing that I’m saying?
Will you embrace me or accuse me as being wrong?
By this tunnel of life I am standing
Wishing that I can travel through the life timeline
To find the right time, place and wording
To present my heart to you, my dear sunshine
Art,
Love,
Music,
Together
Superb masterpiece
Coercing blood in veins - jetting
Inoculating sinew,strength,life and puissance
Antibiotics - soothing,relieving,numb and feeble within excruciation.
Blood fluxing in my veins stained the DARK canvass as pigments
LINES stroke - exemplifying this pestilential excruciation within
Color of SHADOWS and of my vexation and abhorrence occupied this art
Ending this existence to give birth to this lifetime masterpiece
For my very last breath, I can exaltedly declare,I've consummated one virtuous creation.
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… when you are away
and I need you,
I look into the depths of the nearest flower,
even if it’s a dandelion, then
lie down beside it like a lamb,
a reborn lion satiated – and subdued
by your perfume, reveling in sweat of the conquest…
* * *
… our journey is swaying
through foreign moments, yet
familiar and near and darkly
shimmering,
perhaps burnished
by nector crushed from ebony pearls,
olive juice splashing
our astonished ogling of the nascent moon,
swaying under its hidden riddle and
tumbling into our abyss
of its soft-smoldering glow – simmering
rhythm of pearl-ebony…
* * *
… cities, those faceless monoliths, are cancers,
love an acid-sweet erosion stripping
bare the maze of our sinews
sobbing with resplendent excruciation, racked
across the bosom of pavement, concrete, glass and steel,
the blackened gems of our streets
fleeing ecstatic through our marrow
to blazing ghettos of the noon-high sun
gluttonously
hungry to be warmed – and
quenched, endlessly fed…
The little devil of your creation
Is vindictively seeking retaliation
It's not just a moment of aberration
It's the result of years of desperation
It's the only logical ramification
Of the never-ending humiliation
Of the betrayal that smothered my dedication
Now I see it, you can't hide your trepidation
Your fear of the awaiting excruciation
I'm sorry I couldn't resist the temptation
To see on your face that look of frustration
I bet it exceeded your expectation
But you've always been my inspiration
And then again, I'm just a devil of your creation!