Spurning Russia’s repression
or China’s suppression
What’s left to stop
America’s digression
The Church lost its hold
Morality put on a blindfold
Freedom without discipline
produced violence internecine
Categories:
internecine, freedom, future, usa, violence,
Form: Rhyme
i admire and love
these creatures we call birds
watch in envy the soar, dive
those landings of awkward elegance
internecine territorial disputes, my laughter
salubrious songs of the morning, my smile
the mocking bird's nocturnal cry, my reflections
living where the weather suits
something humans rarely achieve
never leaving an heir
with more than air they survive
living instinctively in nature's harmony
they have taught me
we humans struggle with freedom
birds simply live it
but it is more than just wings
some people prefer life complex
me, i am for the birds
San Blas 91 The Patient Stones
Categories:
internecine, animal, introspection, nature,
Form: Free verse
Behind the tinseled shamrocks you will see
There hides a profound history.
An island tale from the land so fair
So much deeper than a mug of green beer
Lilting words are charming, but burden is high,
And here’s a part of the why:
While sampling corned beef and cabbage
P’raps learn about the land Cromwell ravaged
Mighty Cu Chulainn, alas, an aeon late,
To spare fair Eireann this fate.
From waves of invaders the Celts did slay
Come the Red and Black Irish you see today
Through the religious apartheid,
Internecine hatred a mile wide.
And those who flew the great potato famine is why—
Got to read the signs: “Irish need not apply.”
So visit the Moors and castles, should you get a chance
Lift a glass, if you do, and learn the dance.
For despite the travails of this fair nation,
Some think we Irish saved civilization!
3/17/16
Categories:
internecine, history, ireland, remember,
Form: Couplet
Twilight
Twilight is a time of intermingling dark and light
It is an internecine drama beyond the reach of
Fellini’s lens or Picasso’s brush or Shakespeare’s flight
It is a time that opens perception inviting thereof
To see not in spite of the darkness but because its whereof.
It’s twilight now and the light is fading touching the sky
Scarlet red wishing it orange the gentle blue fading
It’s twilight again and the darkness on the horizon spy
The night is slowly edging
Ready to take its place on the light it’s pouncing.
The sun is hanging between this world and the next,
Waiting for the last bit of gray to settle in,
Waiting to fall away in to another time and place complex,
Leaving the past in its fading rays therein,
Leaving the present to face the future within.
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Date: 29-1-14
Form: Quintain
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Impress Me by Giorgio V. Motif 7- Nature
Categories:
internecine, nature,
Form: Quintain (English)
We had fought and won
The internecine war;
The foreigners had demarcated
Their spoils on our land
But our spirit of struggle
Our thirst for freedom-
Kept burning within our hearts.
Our vow and determination
To recapture our terre
To tender our palm tree-
These, too, kept burning
With rage and vengeance!
Our thoughts no longer hazy
Our deeds no longer wavy-
But studied and firm
Our men advanced sure of foot.
Vengeance is ours-
And not the Lord’s!
For we know, liberated,
Even here
All manner of genius
May grow…
Turning pages of transformation
From centuries of silent mutation
To an eternity of unqualified progress.
Where the wheels of oppression
Have finally ground to a halt
There shall be found
The masses that struggle!
(Written for those dark times, happily, now past)
Categories:
internecine, freedom, political,
Form: Free verse
Today I found you worm
Diabolic
In an old book's page
Vitriolic
In mnemonic rage
I squirmed frantic
For my chewed up words.
I thought I was breeding butterflies
Not a strange infestation.
Soft ugly stage
Before the swatter and swatting
Multiplied to wage
An internecine gossiping
About nothing you know
Nor who I am
That saw you pulsated and glow
With innards on fire
And just too much ashes for desire.
A worm in a book
Does not an academic make
It was the experience
That I foraged for credentials
Hoping to turn them
Into Sunday evening conversation
But the words I kept for that
You have chewed them up.
Being environmentally friendly
Do not assume
I sanction molestation
The story
Is infested with strange
Venom
Biodegradable
For when the corpse is done
Die the maggot as the flie
Die the termentation.
Categories:
internecine, satire, social,
Form: Free verse
You see,
The spectacle
Of the beings, paraded
Head to toe, is still quite popular here
On Zarawadi, third moon from the planet Miloshi, in the
Humbolt Quasar. Every waking dream, fresh subjects arrive, unaware
Of their transport to this unfamiliar atmosphere, where you must reach out to
Capture nutrients in zero-gravity, all the while ducking insults hurled by the
Leadbeaters, intent on permanent solutions to seemingly impossible
Challenges facing both sides of this internecine battle for utopian supremacy.
Every evolution of Plybinium Quasar shift, a spectral parade is conducted,
Featuring the energy paths of all previous parades, conducted utilizing
Light-track variations ,amenable to
Time-casting at ones
Discretion, but really,
Quite obvious….
Really
Quite
Obvious
02/08/11
Categories:
internecine, imagination
Form: Narrative
Pondering impossible possibilities
mind collapsed in simple mazes
that refused to show path out
internecine walk abouts tiring
mouth agape,breath on tape
scourging for missing energies
ghoulish ghosts never spake
secrets intensed even with a lens
noir turned more, darkest thus far
riddle walked ridley speed in a creed
entered he was, could not escape
life he lead in there ,lived ,breathed and bred
biding with millions in doing rounds
like lost constellations
this is our life station!
Categories:
internecine, life
Form: Free verse
We had anecdotal tales to tattle of bruising battles
And through them tell of injuries we felt
Litanies lamenting limited lives sunken in debacles
Discarded in the putrid places we dwelt
And from that ruin of beginning I salvage naught
To explain the internecine wars then
Using bottles and stones through the streets we fought
Before the cowardly eyes of each citizen.
It makes me laugh now, for we had nothing to claim
Except the misery of the simmering slums
And except for the repercussion’s scars, blend blame
With the ointment. We sat on rusty drums
Where men spoke of sexual valor like singed fishermen
And between each parody of the dry tale
Remember us in our opposing villages, blind children
Fighting each other over the empty pale.
What was it about? Why did we do it? Why did we hate
The other without a cause? Why did we
Not take our insurrections to the oppressors’ grinning gate
And lodge our protest against history?
I fought with foes I never knew, and wasted my desire
On the garbage garbled up by fires
And know the old pain when I see new gangs aspire
Towards the quicksand and funeral pyres.
Categories:
internecine, education
Form: Verse
...To get back
get back, else
the Grand Probation
fails...
We suffer hale
'cause
We suffer, hail to
a mobiused Morlde`
of looped
Perpetuity
The wakesleeping
of
Self'sexcesses,
moral absurdtities
redolent of seay,
Hawaii football,
Golf Clubs'
cervid cudgels,
'bout covers
the
covert bases...
Dolmened
"...for nothing but Humanity"
(ainsi a-t-on beau),
said Beckett '38,
'neath a Billennium of atrabiliousnesses,
glooms interrred in
sorrows' ignorance
ignorance's sorrow, &
Entropy disavowed...
We,
the Sons 'n Daughters fraught,
of Fossils' legacies, unbellowed
It Can't Happen Here!, sayeth
Saul's Seer, but
Whom recalls Sinclair's '35, now
a viscous internecine?
Shoot!,
are We answerable
to
"We suffer
'cause
We suffer," only
by
Massing for Weapons' Destruction?
Aye? Nay?
Of a rusting, Mammoth Morlde`
which neither
Lives-Loves
by
Higher Law?
H.e.m.
12.1.MMii.
(Revised...)
Categories:
internecine, introspection, peace, philosophy, political,
Form: Free verse
Settles arcane dust upon what we possessed,
Putting to bed with frosted sleep the wish fulfilment lure;
Cryogenic breeds the process, craft of freezing living tissue,
Anticipates the thaw, regenerates the pale obscure.
Vision alights, hawk-like, homing the farthest hills
Where sunspots dance a wistful mirage divine;
A country past, where tenacity slipped in exercise,
Beloved bones cremated, in sorrowful internecine.
Fondly recalled, the precept path of parallel tracks
Upon which locomotive chance crossed rapiers with doom;
The chaos theory postulates stuff happens, for it does,
Yet we still sink incisors deep into the carcass bloom.
Take hostage preconceptions and exterminate their total
For dreams are dreamt enough to forge their nature steel;
In a stream of howling protons at the stereo speed of sound
Waits the intersect of karma where two worlds collide for real.
Categories:
internecine, faith, inspirational, life, love,
Form: Verse