In the shadow of the colossal sphere, where ancient echoes sleep,
Vaeloria fades into the dark, a secret it must keep.
The watchers put their scopes away, the screens fade out to grey,
As morning calls the busy streets to meet another day.
No scholar marks the turning tide, no profit in the view,
For men forget the distant stars to chase what is brand new.
They walk through cities built of glass, untroubled, blind, and proud,
Unknowing that the selfsame veil is gathering like a cloud.
The rot that choked the Aethel Sea now crawls along their strand,
An unremembered resonance that slips across the land.
As silent as the giant orb that hid the world before,
The shadow comes to take their home, and lock them in its lore.
Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
Don't you forget about God
Kids it was you God that
Gave your life after
He created you
In his Image
And now your kids are
Vaping
Also you think vaping
Is cool
Kids you don't know that
You are
Destroying your health
AIso you are going to
Die young
Also your kids drink
Beer
Your kids are destroying
Your liver
Also your kids don't believe in God
The morning sun still hits wrong.
And for a second, I think long.
I catch myself about to say your name,
Then realize the world is not the same.
It’s hard to let the days keep moving fast,
When all I want to do is hold the past.
My feet feel heavy, stuck in yesterday,
While everyone else just walks away.
But then I hear your voice inside my head,
Remembering the gentle words you said.
You never wanted me to hide in gloom,
Or let the shadows take up every room.
You’d tell me, "Go outside and see the sky,
Don't spend your time just asking reasons why."
You loved me, and you'd want to see me smile,
Even if it takes a little while.
So I will take a breath and take a step,
And try to keep the promises I kept.
I’m carrying your love as I move on,
Because you live in every brand new dawn.
History returns
wearing its familiar scars—
time turns on itself
old wounds remember their names
locking onto now again.
Sky becomes a page
written over by old wounds
inked in ash and blight—
each generation writes on
what the last could not erase.
If time turns, will scars
stain the sky with red scratches?
tainting what comes next—
or will stars recall their place
when we forget who they were.
Explosions are chaos
Is it chaos that made us?
The stars died for you
(So forget this Jesus Who
actually died for you)
The formation of disorder
Came together as a forger
The star dust then came
In the form of rain
The rain washed each rock
And combined we get schlock
And slowly formed for us from scum
Or was it punctuated equilibrium?
With all the complexities of life
(And all the necessities of life)
Has Evolution been solved
With all the problems that evolved?
The conservation of angular momentum
Is the same direction that it sends’em
How can there be, anything contrary?
And in the repetition of lies
Where, when and with what did ethics arise?
Resolution:
The Evolution theory is s***, and the only kin to an idiot
Only the Brother’s Wit: (Dim, Half and Nit) would believe this
P.S. The Evolution solution is always dilution pollution
And what's confided has been decided by the misguided
There's no star born to the forlorn, that's on dilemma's horn
So balk, (but read in chalk on the side walk, or the trestle's veneer):
"Jesus was here"
Just like a myosotis
"Do not forget me", I yell
You're the only one I miss
On thoughts of you, I still dwell
I'm under your spell
Falling into the abyss
Of you, I still reminisce
This farewell
Feels like a poisonous kiss
"Do not forget me", I compel
How can I forget you?
How can I forget you ?,
when I only know YOU;
Drizzle on every plant they may say,
but only your leaf has my happiest dew.
To term you as my belief,
has an immeasurable sigh of relief;
The mental occupancy at the end of the day,
has only "us" beyond the bay.
How can I forget you ,
when I wish to see only YOU;
Everyday is what I desire for your glimpse,
but the moon turns rarely blue.
To wait for you now and then,
defining my love infact taller than the big ben;
Has now become the desired course of way ,
you may not hear sometimes but my love will always say.
How can I forget you ,
when I hear only YOU;
If being devoted to you is a crime ,
the legal processes could make me sew.
The day the world will comprehend ,
the world would see us as heavenly send ;
Fortune favours again I say,
If the night is you : I don't wish to see the next day.
Do you remember 2020
When the world was Covid crazy
And those in power
Did everything to fuel the fear
Enrich themselves and ultimately harm billions
And kill tens of millions?
I do. I remember their death cult.
And I clearly remember
It was a time of mass hysteria for willing sheep.
What is the justice
For such a massive lie?
So far nothing,
But I wouldn’t bet my life on that.
(7/29/26)
I thought
I was shouting into the void
holding my brush
dropping my colours into the canvas
listening to voices
memories
traces of longing
moments in time.
No magic wand
to wind words
and speak my feel and thought
Spellbinding are my brushstrokes
they are my language and song.
Forget me not
See me
an Artist
call me.
Step into my world
need not know how I translate my word
Just see, till you lose your senses
Ascend and leave behind all the fences
Touch what makes your spine clutch
Feel, till no ground under your feet.
Then respond
reach for that bond
and learn
“Being seen matters”
Offering the gifts of the heart matters
Oozing audacity and joy
truly matters.
My fear might not disappear
but I am here
on a journey of no compeer
unlearning
understanding
embracing all that makes no sense
“Not knowing what to do next to grow”
Forget me not.
Besma
July 13th, 2026
Inspired by Zoe Davey's painting "Forget Me Not"
Ekphrasis Form poetry contest sponsored by Silent One.
It was forty years ago,
I still regret that ring in the window.
It was champagne topaz,
a precious stone in the most gorgeous shade,
cut in a most unique shape,
round but not quite,
a most subtle oval.
It was forty years ago,
I still regret that ring in the window
AP: 3rd place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
dance under that moonlight embrace yourself
years of wear and tear
where bark is slowly peeling
living memories
For the nearest five minutes
I am here just to please you
For another thousand seconds
I’ll be there in the queue
Here, there and nowhere
I just wait for you to beckon
I’ll be hurrying up the stairs
I’ll be looking down you reckon
Looking down and all over
Distant hills and fields of grass
At the meadows of wild clover
At forget-me-nots in dust..
Forget history
And don't repeat it.
The time is now for herstory.
Return to the Mother God.
Embrace Her. Love Her.
For She is the Earth
And water is Her blood.
The atmosphere, Her lungs.
We stand and talk
And walk upon Her skin.
We are all Her kin.
There's no need for a bible
For life is Her book.
We are Her pages.
And perhaps if we listen
(To our moms)
We will evolve and speak
Goddess
And not some God damn
Male dominated slippery tongue.
She empowers us with family
Friendship and encourages free thought.
She is never boring even though
She's the one who stays home
Nurturing us, raising us
While He's out there taking all the credit
For this magnificent universe.
With man at the reigns
Mankind is surely doomed.
It is about time for herstory
Or else ...
Every male from this day forth shall be born gay.
And a famous female scientist
Will discover a way for women to have only daughters
Without the help of men.
Only then will Womankind be freed
From the crucifixion of testosterone driven monkeys.
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