When
azaleas spread
their deep pink cups
I hold my breath
and hope for form
to hold an hour
before
they begin their
twisting dance
to dust.
O beauties,
did my touch
bruise the space
about your faltering
grace?
Categories:
faltering, flower, loss,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
He did not want anything
after the sex and death of a protagonist.
Rebuffed and sliced through the body,
the onus was left on toxic mix.
He died in deprivation, in intensity
of hunger and fluidity of thirst.
The quartet of grenades stretched too far
the indemnity of shell shocked apostles.
A clan lost the sense of hearing.
A mystic odyssey of massacre, raising
the doubt of gifts in heaven. The starchy
statements and commands scattering.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
faltering, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
I have faltered in this place called life so many times.
Reality has become a slandering word to everyone.
Visions of happiness have portrayed itself in crimes.
Visions of sadness delivered upon the break of sun.
Each new day separated from the other but the same.
Creeping endlessly, I continue upon each day’s eve.
I have to realize that life is only a fantasy and game.
Though to reach the ultimate goal, a mind must reprieve.
I will carry on upon each new dilemma going forward.
I will empty my minds distaste and my souls stain.
My body will elevate upon a breeze to go onward.
My face shall show content and cover the pain.
These words are feathered from many I come across.
I am intertwined with their stories of widowed love.
The faces I see covered and are shadowed in loss.
These days are not different from the past above.
Though now I have filtered the reed of distastefulness.
I now grow and shall not weep unto ungratefulness.
Categories:
faltering, angst, depression, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
Faltering Freedoms
Today our freedoms fall one by one,
disappearing but not by an act of war,
if we don’t wake up there will be none,
while the politicians knock on the door.
Slowly adding more governmental rules,
with idles promises to delight our minds,
sadly designed to control our very tools,
chronicles continue to repeat over time.
Such mirrored images of a forgotten past,
covers the handwriting there on the wall,
there was a time when freedom could last,
engulfed in indifference may enslave us all.
Harmony’s false images invite silk flowers
destroying the defenses of freedom’s needs.
while individual rights are slowly devoured,
we never listen to sounds of history’s pleads.
Americans used to fight to preserve our way,
with God, freedom, and honor held on high,
sadly the media and politicians lead us astray,
tyranny transforms boldly and never is shy.
Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2008, All Audiences
Categories:
faltering, philosophy, places, political
Form: Prose Poetry