Lone, tall, verdant wobbling leaf
Strong autumn gales come
Immovable, unbending
More graceful in full blubber
than a ballroom dancer,
a seal slides down banisters
of ocean spirals
in ice-cold currents.
Smiling like a cat,
slipping into water,
swimming down and up,
for fish and krill and squid.
Sunning, sleeping on the rocks,
I could never push you over.
Seal - immovable.
Seal - so fat.
Hold Firm Your Immovable Sacred Heart
Your sword that badly broken thrown away
night winds blowing another world apart
seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray
but what of my loving heart that gave your start
has this terrible world defeated us
did the black river decide to flow west
pure gold or did the dying man just cuss
as those spitting words cursed you the best.
Hold firm your immovable sacred heart
that pierces very deep my troubled soul
in the Heavens, across Poseidon's chart
red roses strewn celebrating your goal.
Your sword that badly broken thrown away.
Seven nuns, heads bowed slightly to pray.
Robert J. Lindley. Sonnet
July11th 1978
EDIT-
age 24, getting more serious..
Ancient tongues
Make covenant
In your presence
A god of destruction
Taking life at will
Lies are his essence
Down by the barn
He slides on hay
Slithering with sweeties
He laps up his prey
Up on the throne
Where stone speaks
Laws are nailed to feet
Left, right, left, right, left
Plodding desperate ground
Dying to retreat
Sacrificial systems
Forged in empty wells
Birthing concessions
Ringing silver bells
July's Jupiter rises
Foreboding vibrates wide
All will be revealed
Slightly slipping south
Belief in the end
Fear's children are sealed
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-09-2022
Monkey is monkey
Childish in its old manner
knows to imitate
Dust is dust though it glitters, it's not gold
After thousands washing coal remains in black
By born wicked till death practices roguery track
Politician plans the tricks even in disastrous death
Thief knows to steal though it's relief of dead mate
Duty of writer's pen spreading ink
containing panacea's decision
or toxic equation
17.04.2020 Chattogram
by myself, i feel as if i am one with the world
you make a face because it confuses you
you tell me to always surround myself with people
i tell you that reciprocity is lacking in that department
you come closer, take my hands, and express assurance from your end of the realm
it means so much to me that i forget the pride side of myself and just cry
then i express my thanks by my own reciprocity
you begin to cry yourself and tell me that i did not even have to look in the mirror
i reply by saying that what i see in the mirror is just the image of myself
it is what i do in every episode of reality that decides which road will be offered to me
you nod in agreement and smile that smile that stole your husband's heart
i just laugh and ask if you want some butter almond ice cream
you decline and say you have to be getting back to care for your son who is struggling with a bad cold
i nod in understanding and retrieve your coat from the closet
as we say our goodbyes, we give each other a hug and you force me to come to another dinner party y'all are having
with you, i have no choice and i know it....deep down inside, i am aware of the fact....that sometimes i need that
IMMOVABLE COWS
Lovely are the meadows sweet
Clover for the cows a treat.
For me cool air!
Cattle chew around my feet
With nose wet each foot they greet
As I lie there.
Cows don’t tolerate the heat
Sometimes lie or take a seat -
Near my skin bare!
Fields are full of them and me
Enjoying the shade of tree.
Washed round my face
All their noses wet I see,
Lurking near me, two or three.
With little grace,
I shoo them away from me:
I want all my field space free:
I offer chase.
Like a cowboy with no horse
I’m whooping, yelling of course.
They barely move.
I decide to use more force -
Try to prickle them with gorse.
Me Boss - must prove!
I shout till my throat is hoarse;
But cow moves I can’t enforce.
They won’t remove !
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in David Williams's Contest Virelai
Unfolding the dark night,
quarter moon shrinks
The bitterness of the day,
cave weird taste,
burning the tongue.
You didn’t want to live,
anymore. Roots lopsided,
starved. Age, language slashed,
mist rising. Names in the dust.
The ending was not there
sorrow burnt like candle
burning the meaningless words,
dreams, I hear the silent whispers
of wounds of faltering steps,
doubting the pain. Beyond
the age tales were endless.
Watching became a problem.
Nothing could be redeemed
by choice. I wanted
endless journey to find
the windows. long steps
towards immovable cliffs,
my own version of anonymity
and grace. Because glorification
has started the fear,
the escape and suffering.
SATISH VERMA
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