the dark unknown waits
nothing moves, nothing speaks, yet
my heart pounds louder
not for what I fear may come
but for what may still brood there
a closed door whispers
more scary stories than truth
could ever reveal
imagination breeds ghosts
more heinous, when less is known
fear lurks in shadows
cast from vague, flimsy sources
never once revealed,
always the thing imagined
too dreadful to be real
The greatest snakes is not in the woods,
Rather, it lives in the family
Or in the circle of friends.
In this life, whether in work,
Family, feelings or friends
Honesty is still the best policy.
Those who are not tried in the fire,
Are worth not for gold but a metal
They become Judas, Ananias and Sapphira.
The love of money always betray trust,
It compels to do the heinous crime
Of abusing public trust and always tell lies.
An impression can at times last a lifetime
Where time fails, it is etched in memory
To flicker and perish among my unlit wicks
The darkness tempts me to strike a match
I dearth to start a fire to burn away my past
However, you are a craven light switch
For someone to divert my attention
And guide me to the glory, I rightly merit
That's where it belongs.
Writing
Watching National geographic
Subject “The Laughing Devils”
The Hyena I have to say
For me are on a completely different level
I know all animals are gods creatures
I respect and value this
Though, personally to be quite honest
I feel Hyenas ascend from the abyss
They are nasty and aggressive
Actually, just outright mean
Greedy amongst each other
Constantly dribble and are unclean!
In their world weakness is despised
Bullies will attack
They kill their own
And the runt of the pack
I tried hard to find redeeming features
Which I was unable to do
I honestly find Hyenas heinous
Unkind but true…..
The manor destroys the wandering fox
Extinction bound when silence of the vox,
To hear the hounds bay the din of the thrill
The merriment of those fond of the kill.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
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
Watch the world unfurl in my hands,
Submitting to my demands.
When you stack the deck it's just a game,
But you'll never win what a shame.
My truths are based on lies,
But you flock like flies.
I have built a throne made of bone,
And soon the world will be prone.
Look at you standing there with a glare,
But fighting me? You wouldn't dare.
When my smile fades understand I own you,
And everything you know or knew.
Watch the world unfurl in my hands,
Submitting to my demands.
On her death bed,
Fatally wounded mother nature, bleeds profusely
While
Ignominious Man
Drives further his dagger of ignorance into the heart of life
Thus
Unwittingly committing at once the most heinous crimes
Of
Matricide and suicide
Under
The vigilant eyes of a wrathful God!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 July 2019
Many stories surround creatures
which we have little understanding,
some are accepted then yet others
are feared and thus condemned to
a life of misery.
Humans carry a gene that gives
the ability to be cruel
and sometimes heinous towards
something that does not meet
their meaning of normality.
The eyes are not windows into
the mind they are only pathways
in which images reflect; reflection
can fool for we do not look past
what we see in front of us.
Many creatures suffer brutality
by many thus they turn cold and
withdrawn; sadness radiates
within their lonely souls.
Darkness follows, like an irksome
stain that refuses to be removed
from sight only becoming more
immovable as time goes on.
Heinous truths are rarely revealed,
sadly they are part of society forever
drowning in deceit and propaganda; light
will only be shown when honesty
and truth prevail.
With the windows of my soul,
I have made a covenant
Not to look lustfully at another girl.
Why then should I purchase another pearl?
Lest my mind be captive with imaginations
By eyes that would lead my reigns astray
To employ the principle of adulterers.
Thus, I will not let my heart be deceived;
Since roving eyes I do despise,
I set my face like a flint.
Why then should I think toward anyone else?
Or lay in wait at my neighbor's door?
I will willingly walk the way of good men,
Lest I commit the shameful sin
To be punished by the judges,
A fire that would consume me to destruction.
The seeds I sow would be eaten by others,
And my offspring would be rooted out.
Thus, I will be mindful only of my wife.
Only seeing, touching, tasting her, I will bow to her.
She will only grind and desire my grain.
Why then should I think of any other woman?
Job 31:1-12
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