This late morning's high noon scaling, steeply-ascending, ragged herald
Hauls himself upwards into the roaring expanse of the dizzying sky
To chance upon this, might though his very soul should be imperiled,
When lording over which is constrained within a dispassionate, encompassing eye.
From the feathered throat abruptly pours such Mellifluous harmony
As, lifting higher and higher, he negotiates a ledge inside a wisp of
broken cloud;
Those rich, dulcet notes, more decidedly sweeter than any liquid honey,
Irresistibly flowing Earthwards... a continuous symphony of unparalleled sound.
His alone the rushing glory! His alone this almost unattainable niche!
For up here, rarified and raw, the air is breathless and sparse where thins.
Then the song fully enveloping the shrunken patchwork of fields beneath...
Whereon, delivering forth from bursting lungs, that final triumphant salvo
he heroically flings.
Little darling, thy fada wears a garland of frowns,
The breda must explain their jokes to him across the night,
Worry devours his heart,his wallet emptied of light,
Fallen sistrins and soaring debts weigh him down.
Parasitic friends,the firewater that hauls him down,
Your mada' open relationship haunts him without end
You poor black girl,his paternal duty no hand can mend,
So little darling,mockingbird sings sagacity' gentle crown.
'' Motivate him'',cries nightingale,'' seek angels that heel,
Set calm and clear,boundaries firm and the rule of right,
Recall the days when Rastafari made his soul bright ,
Technicalized guidance cuts through despair and anger's steel.
Sistren and fada ,simmer down a little bit,sooth the strife,
And read The Holy Piby for blessings in holy Jah life''
Glossary of Useful non pompous English terms:
Fada-father
breda-brother
sistrins -sisters
mada--mother
Rastafari--the best religion
technicalized-professional
Holy Piby-Bible of Rastafari
Twilight haze sears like veld fire in my veins that keep you alive,
Each look from you unleashes a hurricane inside my heart,
I Savor your voice,it hauls me in to its rip-roaring wickedness--
I stay here
Your Oshun styled gate carries you past the candlelight,
A fairy in the street in The Mother City,
Fingers like infernos,they touch nothing,still I am shaken-
Heart clings to memories.
I glide after the glimmer of your smile into twilight,
Anxiety in my chest,I shiver with desire for you,
Dreams shatter around me,yet I remain charmed,restless-
I can't free myself.
Victoria,blazing like sunrise on raging summertime,
Days cannot time the flame that swells at you leaving,
Each fleeting gaze keeps my heart fiery,scorched with passion-
I refuse to yield,
Endless midnights,-your bouquet lingers,
I keep the room dim,the night repeats your whisper,
My soul studies absence,a quiet defiance-
I remain here.
Chess calms my e;I uncork a hellish move in hellish and checkmate my anguish,
Sojourns in Milky Town and Pirara soothes my heartache
Baldwin and jazz saves me,Kippie's horn,Spokes's flute-
Humane Ubuntu is me.
In bed Don loves wearing his gold
Where billionaire's come to the fold
They need not hold loins
But just buy Trump coins
While we work till we're dead and old
Trump’s deals concern what he can break
It’s how this Don hauls in his take
The rich on him spend
As they must depend
On what they’ve kissed his ass to make
His son’s payoff struck them as bad
Republicans hate Hunter’s dad
But they won’t ascribe
Meme coins as a bribe
And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
Combined as one.
Makes a person wonder,
Is this the one?
Easy ride.
Lift the gate,
Let them inside.
Thought of a truck,
Or pull behind.
Nothing left to chance or left behind.
Make a note.
U-Haul's could be the best tote,
Or a drain on your brain.
U-Hauls carry,
All we own,
Never alone.
Hear ye all, henceforth, Let it be proclaimed,
the first five books are synchronously known
as The Pentateuch. Leading faiths acclaimed
to be Christian and Jewish drawn from stone.
Claimed author, by and large, flight stareway
to wings and hauls swarthy locked dominion.
Greek pente five teuchos book, or crock-clay
to bear volume. Congruence brand common.
Transcend sanctioned, chosen by the divine,
retrieve and set free, quagmire pre-breakout
--God's Law Giver, ... Hebrew Torah enshrine
Moses. Collective's command role, no doubt.
Numbers, *** Genesis, **Who?** Leviticus,
Deuteronomy, *****Mosheh,***** Exodus.
Frayed border prints paste illusion,
worn-out inks swirling bleeds,
The hauls, stareways, persuasion,
privileged balconies.
Antiquities of read reviews,
claims of a rustic quill,
to scribbled marks a light verse muse,
and forever bestill.
I hear the silence of the slams,
satirical critics,
synthetic irony exams,
stardoms paralytics.
It dominates its point to rise,
where life did emanate,
afeared facade recital trice,
timeless collaborate.
A reenactment of Bo Peep,
tough be a ruminant.
My first part, blossom -- was a sheep,
I was magnificent.
Demon hauls
Silent Loud screams
Unheard screams
Echoes of a silent dark room
My demons
Lark
Inside my dark mind
Trapped in my sanity
Piercing screams
Seeking refuge
Refuge from my fears
These demons
Never let it rest
I'm loosing
Loosing it all
Already evident
From these aching dreams
That never fade away
Cherrished suffering
Sweet feeling of pain
Burry me underneath
My grave
Already dug grave
Dark grave
Painted with unheard whispers
That's
When they win
When I rest it all
When I step back
When I let them win
When I stop punching back
That's when I die.
Pickups and drop offs
no one likes angry drivers
long hauls sleepy guys
Catfish are floundering
in too shallow a creek -
long summer, little rain.
Doug attaches a drag net to the back of his truck
hauls in three or four fish in one sweep.
Wide gaping rubbery mouths'
sucking desperately at the spray
death throes in the wriggling water.
The fish are damaged, clubbed
by the stony riverbed.
Go fill a big blue plastic barrel with tap water
dump them in.
Not sure what to do.
It seems like the catfish are now drowning
some are belly-up but still twitching.
We may have to stand here
under the hot midday sun
and just watch.
"Pipeline: Hawaii's North Shore where Championship Surfing Meets are held, remains the deadliest since records began in the 60s."
Golden shores surfed duo gift essence new threshold,
History made two by sea,
Footprint holds their granule sunk traces, queues the bold,
Long woods wee came two by sea,
Boarders store their sea tools drift faces, cue behold,
Fantasy dreams two by sea,
Reckon calls pair home schools feet races fuel's the sold,
Handily swims two by sea,
Loop unfolds those who rules hunk intense corkscrew rolled,
Gone absentees are two by sea,
Fathom pulls remain cool surfaces, two consoled,
Breathing-free crawls two by sea,
Jettisons beached dual shift places cruise controlled,
Rest at ease lays two by sea,
Ponder hauls twain unspool whiffed graces schooled withhold,
Bended knees pray two by sea,
Covered boards bros no fools--but in case, 'Win the Gold',
*Pipeline be? Two if's by sea?
*HMS; Anapestic tetrameter.
Through Autumn sails the tempests fury,
mountains and winds stand tall in a leaf-maze;
light paints the scene in haze of marbled
pinks, oranges and blues; hues subdued
by chaotic winds in their speeding flight.
Winter blows in, it's a chilling thrill,
earth's blanket of snow begins to warm,
while underground lives do slumber deep;
the elk and deer roam among naked trees
fulfilled are needs to awaken the spring.
While spring's reflections dot the ponds,
newborn are the flowers and grasses;
Sunlight stretches to touch the grounds
and herein the hearts treasures do abound
till summer's heat does bake the scenes.
Lazy summers freedom-spent in tents
and boats; on woodland hikes,
collecting shells and rocks, little tykes
take home their treasure hauls;
seasonal adventures bring such joys.
2-8-2023
BRIAN STRAND CONTEST NO 1183 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Falling into a shaft during an evil strike.
Aspiring to scream, you lose your voice.
when darkness and abhorrence spike.
When adverse facts sway your choice,
Aspiring to scream, you lose your voice.
A halt to all hopes for life and renewal
When adverse facts sway your choice
As you fight acutely but your shot is futile.
A halt to all hopes for life and renewal
There is no pledge to attempt to survive.
As you fight acutely, but your shot is futile.
And you will be the first to escape alive.
There is no pledge to attempt to survive.
You bear it shut your eyes, set for death.
And you will be the first to escape, alive.
A swift jolt hauls you to rivers of Lethe.
You bear it shut your eyes, set for death.
When darkness and abhorrence spike.
A swift jolt hauls you to rivers of Lethe.
Falling into a shaft during an evil strike.
Written: November 10, 2022
Last night no pyre the land was; no tamarisk tree wood that’s
No wooden forest there was where cold night was silky silent
Inside of pumpkins there’re lightening the insightful candles
Left souls there were waiting for welcome with praying hauls
Souls they are now; forefathers’ souls now in holy existence
All changes into saints souls as we believe in spiritual trance
Let all saints come; let all come through our love as gratitude
Without chain of good ancestry none can show noble attitude
No need the dark night and drink wine on deceased souls to hail
Day and night; sun and moon; nature is our peaceful existing bail
No mask I need to wear before my hereditary prodigious souls
Don’t think I to serve in greetings only vegetable for me and all
So, eat, drink and be merry on wishing and praying day for saints
Let’s celebrate the day with sacred solemnity to get saintly taints
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
01/11/2022
Access to the mind is not a herculean task,
Nothing obstructs her passage,
She doesn’t need to request the key,
Through the mind, she can go back in time,
She can unravel webbed mysteries.
Lifting objects is a feathered task,
They come to her at will,
She hauls them with ease,
Nothing stands in her way,
She pushes them away.
She possesses cosmic energy,
A fiery and indomitable force,
When unleashed it heightens her power,
If not controlled and curtailed,
Her dark side takes over.
So many voices occupy her mind,
Permuting them takes skill and effort,
Filtering them takes guidance,
Her teacher promised to help her
To channel her powers for the good of all.
September 19, 2022.
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