THE LENTINI CURSE
A moment please, as I try to think upon it
A number of rules to apply in fourteen lines
It seems that it could be one form of sonnet
Four lines per stanza that a quatrain defines
If paid by the word, such a pity it’s not billable
For the poetic accountant, a natural proclivity
The time cost is counting every damn syllable
It ends up as a dampener on one’s creativity
Please note there’s the petty rules of rhyme
And it must also end with a two line refrain
Some may even say that it’s a waste of time
I’m not too sure that I’ll write another again
So I’ll wrap it up now, at least for this session
As it really hampers my freedom of expression
They reside in realms where exist constant despicable deeds of destruction.
A place of unrest that hampers the imagination in any form of production.
Unforgotten tablets locked away in the temples have been shrouded and hidden from humanity.
Various devices such as tabloids and media are implemented to keep fear generating insanity.
Mysteries of the ages are used by the dark ones to control the masses all the while festering anxiety.
One must turn inward in search of truth which is just beyond the veil the dark ones cast.
Their time is at hand and their demise is approaching fast.
There will be harmony and peace in the valley at last.
Six Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my MP had for free:
A partridge with all the trimmings.
It didn’t come from Aldi
On the second day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi
On the third day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Three Harrod’s Hampers, two vintage Champagnes,
A partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the fourth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers, two vintage champagnes
A partridge with all the trimmings,
And nothing came from Aldi
On the fifth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Five houses rent free!! four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers,
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the sixth day of Christmas the MPs did to me:
Lied through their teeth
Raised inheritance tax,
Froze all the pensioners,
Put thousands out of work
Crippled the economy
Cancelled local elections
Gave 50 million to terrorists
While I ate a sandwich from Aldi.
David Cox 22/11/2022
The iroko tree,
Wise in the growth
Faithful in its development -
The seer!
Sees good and evil
Brings death to those who deserve
Showers blessing on those who reckon
With Its absolute power.
Oluwere
Effigies from you are always beautiful
Glorious that death envies you
Oluwere stands above the envy of others
Oluwere
Do not strike the erring child with death, yet,
Bless generations with unending filth.
That gives joy to the swarms of bees!
Oluwere
Shall we thrive and rejoice?
Shall we drink the red milk of grief and be seen as
The quantum of solace?
The father's loincloth is gone
Torn, stolen, we know not of.
Yet, the cry of Oluwere hampers
the serenity of the forest!
Do I have to remember that life has a set flow?
Our days might be dreadful, yet, joy utterly slow.
Miracles arose typically through the cloudiness.
I'm busy exploring and hoping for days to pass.
The lack of sufficient treat hampers our friendship.
We'll be frying outside during the scorching heat.
Things that can be seen clearly are sand and grass.
As we cross the tiny bridge, without greeting mass
Inside you is the wellspring of your greatness.
This is the spot to utter while everybody is yelling.
There was nobody like you as away as nothingness.
Bear in mind your equipment and life's calling.
No one recalls eternal's gaunt visage with fondness.
It's critical to grasp your unique treat and essence.
Written: December 23, 2021
Your stinging invasion of audacity through my eyes.
A curse of honing tranquility.
Nest of station of a world that never dies.
Nor hampers loves possibility.
Drowning pool, maelstrom of emotional drool.
Teach me you and keep me after school.
Reach me with your umbilical cables.
Drain me of the essence and wrap me
in your silkened spool.
Hymn, Vowel, Fable?
Please be true.
Why can't you, be ?
Life is a saga of suffering
Selfishness stings
Harsh words hurt
Past pains pounds
Mind is miserable
Thoughts torment
Tears take a toll on you
Peace is lost
But life must be lead
Tasks to be finished
Crying hampers health,
How to be happy?
I finally found a simple solution
Complete concentration
At the task in front
Mind and senses at the moment
Observing, feeling, enjoying
No thoughts, no pain
Calmness, joy and bliss
Past is dead like previous births
Future an illusion
This moment in front
Waiting to be lived, enjoyed
To allow it to slip away in thoughts
Stupidity
Serving no purpose
A wonderful world waiting to be enjoyed
Enjoying it by living every moment fully
Permeates peace
Promotes joy.
18.05.2021
For What Brings You Peace by Chantelle Anne Cooke
1st place
Fear hampers success and innovation,
fears can often lead to stagnation.
Fear our happiness does restrain
out of fear we endure pain.
Most fears are baseless,
probability of others is very less.
We often fear the unknown,
such fears are best overthrown.
If we face our fear,
they might just disappear.
Negative mind harbours fear,
faith in God does end fear.
Datet 8/11/2020
HM in Brain Strand contest
From China came mystery seed,
how much fear they did breed.
Fear hampers success and innovation,
fears can often lead to stagnation.
Fear our happiness does restrain
out of fear we endure pain.
Most fears are baseless,
probability of others is very less.
We often fear the unknown,
such fears are best overthrown.
If we face our fear,
they might just disappear.
Negative mind harbours fear,
faith in God does end fear.
Date: 8/11/2020
3rd position in mystery seed contest
One in each bedroom. Where am I to sleep?
Little listening devices, dot lime green light
Steadily gazing down at me all night
Surveillance recording my data to keep
Smoke alarms linking conspiracy
Three roomed spies, tracking my actions
Informed by portion, a mirror refraction
Crackle of speaker tells me they're listening
Walking beneath their sinister signal
Rubs a demure smoke stack
Static sear of lightning attack
My frontal lobe, firey inflicted
Drills into my wobbled competence
Harboured horror of what's to come
I latch splinter of infiltration flung
Hazed head hampers responsiveness
Piled with layers of quilts
Kitchen floor is in fact, quite comfortable
Alarms are unconfrontable
- I perceived the microphone tilt!
Haphazard clothes cause me to stumble
In a cluttered closed door hallway
Could alarms be removable, - I have a way!
Slid off plastic caps makes blaze redundant
1st August 2020
Contest : Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina Mc Intosh
there was a punctured potter
whose wills strained shuffled shudders
meagre muds moistened massive moans
dark traces drooled, gaunt glows
hoisted zeal hankered hampers:
eerie efforts pruned pulpy pesters
lanky labour leered, futility feigned lame
crushed contractions, callous confetti's crave
damp death drilled his plague
sumptuous suck, nosy nectar's crest
potter birthed a son,a generation then another son
whilst masticated malady mimicked, poring pawns
the keener he carved a shape,
soaring swifter contractors come for claims.
'20:05:21:17:26
Note: of punctured potter.
Hot humid heat
Bush burning best
Angst answers air
Feel flaming flair
Heat hampers heart
Spread spicy start
Note nasty nook
Boost burning books
Lift laughter loud
Poke primal proud
Seek savvy say
Prize profound play
Mind meeting might
Surge seeking sight
Be beyond blame
Note naughty name
Glimpse groovy grace
Fund fleeting face
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2019
Singapore
I have been around the globe
have seen what many have known.
my wings have taken me to every corner
but life is better for me in this world of my own
I have viewed the chaos
that hampers each and everyone
I have seen the wounds of bitterness
but for me there is peace under the midnight sun
I have heard the ill words
that are spiteful to the young
have smelled the smoke of your wars
but here, I sing joy in songs that I have sung
I too have felt the pain
from the coldness of survival
seen what hatred has left to live in
but I have been accepted since my arrival.
my world is not like yours
a peaceful haven grants me liberty
I value my world that I live within
thus life here for me is better living in unity.
The princess
I don`t understand the British
when Diana died the county went into an unseemly
mourning a mass hysteria of grief.
She was divorced for a little called Charles
they had two sons who are both going bald.
I didn`t think much of her going on holidays living
The kids at home, if a working-class mother had
done this the social people would have knocked
on the door.
Diana took up living with an Arab and Charles
married a horse, hadn`t she died she would
by now giving hampers to the wealthy at Christmas.
And no one would have called her
a people’s princess.
March 9th 2015
Written: by Tom Wright
Before sunrise came was morning drizzle,
Gloomy days cause serious thought taper.
Often causing my temperament to sizzle,
Soon worthy thoughts appear as vapor.
I relish not days that too oft depress,
For it plucks from me a blissful feeling.
While worthwhile thoughts it may suppress,
It, in no way, hampers me from kneeling.
Finding Joy in all things,
It isn’t your day lord, but me.
Tom
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