Long Act Poems
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Act 1
Lights dim, a pregnant pause for silence to bedim.
A nod, then curtain rises, lights and eyes pries
Scene 1 to open with actors all set in pose enfrozen.
Called to action by director's wink, blink, nod of head.
Act 2
The play pans out as script reels unwind
Cued and checked by prompter nodding in the wings
Lest lines in memory slip and free fall
To crash in ad-libbed blabbered blusters.
Act 3
With a nod, last scene folds and curtain falls.
All actors scurry and clamber back on stage
For curtain call or calls, until claps subside satisfied.
One last nod calls it over, and actors slink off stage to wings
The countryside was silent as midnight was approaching
On the porch I sat content with a Brandy a toasting
The calmness around me on this moonlit tranquil night
Whilst drifting clouds curtained, and blanketed her from sight
So I arose from my chair intending to retire for the day
When a light in the distance outshone the moons display
One became two as they disappeared into the black
My mind so in overdrive as my thoughts now never lacked
Inquisitive as I am, I headed out to investigate
It's about an hour from my house, I hope I'm not too late
Many miles walking, trudging in the pitch black dark
With just a paltry torch, up ahead I see an arc
It appears to be connecting, to the two lights I had earlier seen
Once again my minds in wander, these lights are actually machines
They started glowing brighter as the arc increased in size
Then from the light two beings appeared, right before my eyes
Initially they were of ashen colour, skeletal empty shapes
They now appear to be shape shifting, like me in skin clad drape
Into the light they turn, revealing their look to me
Human form they certainly are, but hideous they appear to be
Before me stands a male and female, with looks you'll never see
Where have these beings come from that parade in front of thee
He who looks like cyclops with teeth that fills his face
She resembles a Masai woman, not really out of place
The arc now changes direction, shooting beams into the darkened sky
Now other lights appear from the black, it's time to wonder why
With care I head off home, witnessing many more lights a falling
If they carry what I have just seen, theres more to come a calling
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
One faithful afternoon,
He asked you out
Said he wanted to you to be his girlfriend
You didn't give him a definite answer
You told him you would think about it
Days passed, weeks rolled by
He was waiting for your answer
He called you to check on you
You said you were not doing fine
Because you had some issues
He promised to assist you, and he did
Then you decided to use him as your ATM
With every passing day
You kept making demands
And he kept meeting your demands
He thought it was your way of saying "Yes"
To his proposal for you to be his girlfriend
So he kept treating you special
And you kept extorting him
Without any form of hesitation
He invited you over to his place
And you kept giving him excuse
Until one faithful evening
You needed some money urgently
And he was very busy at home
You decided to go over to his house
He was excited about your visit
He tried to give you a kiss
But you pushed him away
He became confused with your action
So he asked if you were not his girlfriend
You told him plainly to his face
That you are not and cannot be
He realized he was just a magga
and that his thoughts was just a mirage
He became furious
And out of anger, he forced himself on you
You went home crying and cursing
He sat on the floor in his room
Weeping, realizing that he never had you
Please don't misunderstand me
This isn't me supporting or justifying
The abominable acts of raping
This is me saying to everyone
"Let's put our house in order"
"Say no to rape"
#POETICLORD#
(c) JANUARY 2019
You dripped love like honey,
sweet and golden -
a gilded snare I didn’t see coming.
You adored me loudly,
so the world would clap its hands,
so I would clap my hands -
a fool in your theatre of lies.
You were the man they envied.
I was the woman you owned.
The flat was supposed to be ours -
a home, a haven,
but the walls closed in like fists.
The silence wasn’t peace,
it was the space you left
when you slipped into other beds.
Her perfume clung to you,
a ghost I couldn’t exorcise,
a knife I kept turning inward.
You told me I wasn’t enough.
You told me she was the one,
the one who got away.
And still, you held me,
a trophy to dust when you pleased.
You fed me scraps of affection,
whispers of what I used to be -
as if love were a punishment
I should be grateful for.
Then the baby.
The choice.
Them, or me.
Do you know what it’s like to tear
something alive from your soul,
to claw your way back
from the dark pit of mother
and monster?
I chose me,
but I shattered doing it.
For years, I was a grave,
empty and aching,
my body remembering what it held,
my mind cursing what it let go.
I screamed into pillows,
I begged shadows for peace.
Five years, and this is the first
I haven’t ached for what I lost.
But don’t mistake me -
I haven’t forgiven you.
I haven’t forgotten.
I wish you nothing but darkness,
the same suffocating void
you built around me.
I hope the memory of me
crawls up your spine at night,
that the faces you see
are ones you can’t escape.
You turned me to ash,
but I rose,
smoke-streaked and scarred.
And now I am the fire
you’ll burn in forever.
Slowly I walk to the window as I am attracted by the light
What could cause such brightness before my day becomes bright
I step out on the balcony, my eyes lured towards the sky
Spaceships of various sizes, is this our world in nigh
In the sky above Central Park, appears the daddy of them all
Whilst all around are smaller ones in deliberate hover fall
Just off to my right I hear explosions and screaming cries
Then suddenly down below, one hovers and catches my eye
Inscriptions on it's side, remind me of 2nd century glyphs
Can it be that they have been here before, and banish alien myth
The writings that I see are similar to the Mayan race
From the site at Naranjo, yes, Guatemala being the place
My mind in wheels of confusion as to why today has arrived
Leads me to think that this happening is genius in contrive
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
For all around, this world I can see
Destruction, betrayal as the impoverished plea
Palestine, Israel and these Belfast child's
A world of man, in destructive wild
We have been here
For millions of years
Why in over two thousand
We have many tears, and many fears
People became leaders, their population steered
An unknown word suppression, alleyed their fears
They were told what was right, told what was wrong
The unbelievers, well they never belonged!
In every society, there has been a written book
Through modern centuries, we have been told to look
And if we look, and these words have been found
Is is purely belief, or are these words so profound
I am no seer, but my eyes can see
My name is Semaj, and i have no plea
You are here today, respect your tomorrow
For my words above!
My entry into Matt Caliri contest " If i Could Talk to God "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php
Here i sit
In the Country of my Scots
We are Albannach
Celts, we are taught
For many, many years
Our clans have fought and fought
Races have invaded our shores
But our freedom can not be bought
Our Clans are segmented throughout my lands,
in times of good we are in clannish dispute, and in
times of hardship, we congeal and unite as one
My questions and words, if you are there
You are obliged to listen, as i am here
If you are a teller, your words should be strong
Do you speak like Semaj, like his words do belong
I see these scrolls, from many years in worlds past
Written by elders, hidden to last
Their words of wisdom, powerful they may be
Come with me to the future, to the land of thee
These indigenous lands, spirits so free
In natures portfolio, they are the decree
For over two thousand years, religion has ruled.
Have we been taken in, and now in blinkered rule.
Do we look back to the Heathens, the Pagans the Mayans
where we look to our leaders, and their suppression
we rely on
Scriptures, books and scrolls, the writers of wisdom.
The elders of nations, in current living kingdoms
Without a book, there is no story, no paragraphs,
no believable glory.
In the modern days before 2012, in the world of Semaj
words can be heard. Tittle tattle about this and that,
once our worlds gone, that's that
A word in your ear
From father to son
Hear the word that I say
I fought with you
Fought on your side
Long before you were born
Joyful the sound
The word goes around
From father to son to son.
( Lyrics by Queen of Queen II )
My entry into Matt Caliri contest " If i Could Talk to God "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php
Saudade acT III
Eyes sewn shut
Can't see you hide me
Hurts so bad
This pain screams
"Hate me?!!!"
Angry for this hate
You made me
Made me hate this life
"Berate me!!!"
Penetrate
You mastuerbate me
A loVe so sicK
\\\Sew Stitch///
My eyes bleed
Erotic play
Death in my mind fiends
I wish you'd take this life
Despite me
\\\Kill Joy Lies///
You came inside me
Fantasize and still my eyes bleed
It's my heart fell right beside me
Left behind
Please stay to find me
It hurts so bad
This pain screams
"Angry!!!!"
Erotic play
Love lies then leaves me
Make me hate
The way you hate me
Colored lights so bright they blind me
If you could feel
You'd feel my heart bleed
If you could feel
You'd feel my heart bleed...
by Christian AleXander
Usage of zprox
On coordinate graph
With axis angles
Zprox line
Zero proximity to poverty creation
Planning and adjusting equations in assets of involvement
Generational property line mathematics
As one economy degenerates
One deviation and rise over run is created
This social work is master data modeled in hmis
Poverty is never a real life
Only a word of criminal intent
A hate crime of elect able routine value.
Depreciation of rights by raising wrong
The accounts, DMV, budget etc associated with these votes and non votes by educating and involving forms a popular population which chooses no laws?
Homeless crisis byproduct of neglect of law by neglect of legislation created real estate fraud.
Homekey fraud is generational.
Removing postage is new news to the statement of state from localized control capital of states name.
Zip code cannot act
Zip code is a number
Why zip code was altered during fraud.
Contort objective reception of speech in forms of documentation.
documentation.
#realdonaldtrump #cagovernor #asmirwin #repbrownley #mikeytaylor #berniesanders #aoc #nytimes #latimes #tonybiasotti
Manipulation of legislation in legislature
Assembly bill creation origin of hmis also origins in Irwin's assembly
I live in a range of geography with zip codes
Homeless is fraudulent naming of finance
finance
#washingtonpost #theatlantic #cagovernor #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #nytimes
#washingtonpost #theatlantic #cagovernor #asmirwin #mikeytaylor #repbrownley #bbcnews #dailymirror #declanwalsh #nytimes
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I see a picture of a stream surrounded by hills blocking its forward passage. It still finds the way in how so long years. And this sets me thinking—a mortal man feeling humble before Nature. I imagine, so does a Karmic act, a cause always finding effect. It is a law of Nature, no saga seeking retribution. An act undertaken how so hidden to human ken, its echoes always getting registered in the universe? Perhaps.
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Beware thence O man,
Think not no one knows but you,
Not so stays hidden.
Like a bolt from far off blue
Falls off ripe fruit, not a clue.
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Musings | 24.05.2026 | act/karma, fruit, men, Nature, Tanka