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Just today, I was scrolling down the infamous feed
Stopping for a couple of laughs, evading the ignorance,
soaking up some knowledge; not knowing my heart
would soon begin to bleed
And like that, you appeared with that smile that I know, oh
so well
It was the same yet different as if you had a certain
the story you wanted to tell
I continued to look but an unsettling feeling inside
began to aggrandize
So, I read the comments and oddly, they're
all in the past tense; disheveled, now tears filled my
confused eyes
We tried and we had one helluva start too, but we
just couldn't make it last forever
My hopes were always for your happiness and peace
as you sought life's treasures
Can't believe it! Here and then gone like that, got
me thinking
Others say it and we hear it, and we surely feel it
when 'the Reaper' comes knocking
Can't believe it! Sitting here, scratching my head
and rubbing my eyes, just asking, How? Why?
But who am I to question this process in this
existence? Just who am I to ask why?
Can't believe it! You've gone away from this life...
But I'm sure now you're singing sweet praises of JOY with
no more strife
JLH 3/19/68 - 5/29/17
Democracy for elites
Principles never enlight
Politicians aggrandize
Void of commitment
Dalit rights crucified
Every Day, Hour, Minute
Burnt, tortured, raped
Blood tears wept
Humanity if any ever left
Upper caste domination swept
Nation deliberately slept
How can Millions Rejoice?
As largest democratic voice
Shame, to them
Who makes false claim
But never aim
All humans born same
Who can we blame?
Judas, within us
At rank and file
Shouts & writes,
About Ambedkarite’s
To win Dalit might
And rest in Vanity Fair
Alas, they too will flare
None would care
Upper caste won’t spare
They would dare
Every breathe Dalit share
This isn’t any nightmare
Reality check bare
Democracy nowhere
...rAHUL
Tireless Universe
by Odin Roark
Time defies denial,
Knowing well its empirical presence
Will never be of absence.
Dense as its surrounding matter,
Its aged archives remain
Forever fortressed beneath passage and growth,
Like termite mounds of tunneled journeys,
A labyrinth of cosmic dust
Forever of remnant coatings
Upon endless bell tolling posterity.
Here within the maze of stellar nurseries,
Time’s infinite presence passes through our microcosm
As we attempt to aggrandize selfhood
Beyond its limitations.
Like the beam of a miner’s lamp,
Our import seeks to impact the void,
While this depth of immense profundity
Reveals our illuminative essence
As more akin to a spark of flint
Confronting the revelation of existence.
Perhaps…
Somewhere beyond our consciousness,
Smiles mix with duration’s yawn,
Humoring the metaphysical malady of rest deprivation.
After all,
Like time,
Existence has never slumbered.
Such a tireless universe this.
We're blessed with gifts of words that sing a song,
their melody through ears flows to the soul.
Through reading come the thoughts in silent ways;
but spoken words can make the meaning whole.
As soft and loud inflections rise and fall
the feeling fills the air with language art.
The imagery is stronger as words paint
descriptions that come deep from poet's heart.
The spoken word for poetry brings forth
those nuances that may be missed through eyes
when reading words placed on a screen or page;
the voice is more prepared to aggrandize
the feelings and emotions there, instilled
in written words that come from soul and heart.
The spoken word, our gift, has paved the way
for poetry to be a spoken art.
Now audio, a medium that we
just take for granted in our modern times,
will help to put one right inside the scene
when poet speaks the metaphors and rhymes.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 1
Sponsored By Mark Toney
Judged: 12/21/2018
~4th Place~
For Early February 2018 Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Judged: 02/14/2018
November is late autumn's prize,
arriving with its last goodbyes,
to usher in cool, crisper days-
perhaps with flakes, or icy glaze-
as trees will shed their golden shawls
to soon don fluffy, snow-white falls.
With time to stay indoors, surmise-
a cozy fire, a book- while eyes
enjoy the autumn's vibrant blaze-
redone from summer's verdant phase-
create a patchwork quilt that sprawls,
neath whirling winds from mini squalls.
Month-end brings time to aggrandize
Thanksgiving Day! We energize
in sharing feasts, with love and praise-
as kin and friends enjoy the craze.
When days run out, next month installs
more holidays- then, New Year calls.
October 29, 2020
Contest: Lay November
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Lay Form: 6-lines per stanza, 8 syllables per line,
rhyming scheme of aabbcc per stanza.
How Many Syllables and Rhyme Zone used
Twisty Pine
Trying to stand tall
With all scars exposed
Carved and gouged
Like the twisty pines
Bled slowly for their essence
Among a forest of disfigured
Unbandaged
Left to cry out forgotten tears
Of neglected fears
In silent slumbers asleep
Where dreams dissolve like sand
Through an infinity-glass
Dripping sweat into boiling oil
Like sap funneling into a brass cup
All to fuel this ceaseless machine
Called the foolish capitalist scheme
Where we self-victimize
And trust the political guise
To save us from our lies
While committing genocides
Right in front of our very eyes
And we milk the desperate
Chastise the disparate
Falsely loft the corporate
Empower the degenerates
Trying to stand tall
With my guts exposed
Scorched and brittle
Like the twisty pines
Bleeding through the burns
Among a forest of dismembered
Disbanded
Left to wait out the final years
As the inevitable collapse nears
In violent numbers they reap
Where teams divide the land
Like a supremacist class
Skipping threats, despoiling the soil
To tap crumbling veins until she dries up
All to fuel a caustic regime
Call all fools to prop this smokescreen
Time to self-aggrandize
At the cost of innocent lives
Teaching our children to despise
Without knowing where the hate truly lies
Why be real when you can pretend to be wise?
Trying to stand tall
With my roots exposed
Eroded and diseased
Like the twisty pines
Gripping to the ground
Among a forest of fallen
Decomposing
Left to die out with my broken peers
As earthen truth disappears
May my essence travel through the mycelium
Before the planet becomes a mausoleum
Transforming the scheme into a coalescence
Transmuting a dream into future’s presence
Would all thoughts and ideals
have been different, if I had been born
in another time, not in one as sophisticated as ours?
I probably wouldn't have been torn,
but greeted by love, and not have known scorn...
not running and hiding, or seeking maternal protection.
Controversies and dilemmas, offering doubt but little hope,
wouldn't have entered this mind and made it grieve,
how beautiful would have been the scenery of a serene living
without the obstacles that disrupted my enthusiasm in earlier days;
and all those weren't the irresistible forces drawing me to elusive happiness,
or that dream I tried to grapple, to aggrandize my scope.
If I had been born in another time,
I would have been among amiable companions,
not the ones who judge me by worth and looks,
and I wouldn't wear this amulet to guard off evil eyes,
even superstition would begone from me
with my astronomical sign that has deluded me.
Disenchant me stars, and let me pray to a real God,
a God I won't dishonor with my egotism, sin and misery...
hoping that no discontent will dishearten me somehow,
while watching the wretchedness of old days dissipate along
with the wrongful desires of the flesh that enslaved me;
how will grace return into me...shouldn't I be entirely holy?
Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
As the temperature begins to rise
As the temperature begins to rise
changing weather patterns mean more storming
humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
Coal still burns in power stations, likewise;
the car industry is nonconforming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Huge, wealthy corporations aggrandize
consumers; it's all about performing.
Humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
So hard to get the world to empathize
when many are simply misinforming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Though just a few can see the world's demise
there still is, too sadly, global warming,
humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
You'll miss the flowers, birds, and butterflies,
shade of trees, the touch of grass, bees swarming
as the temperature begins to rise.
Humans are doing little; Gaia sighs.
As you put vermilion,
May entire divinity raise a toast.
As you put your right foot in,
May God shower all the blessings.
As you extend your right hand,
May the honour aggrandize and together you ascend.
As you lift up your eyes,
May your dignity always stand by your side.
As you express and interface,
May the wisdom and intellect amplify your grace.
As you align and entwine,
May your humble presence become a sturdy spine.
As you present a hearty smile,
May your sensibility bring laud and beguile.
As you create, nurture and tread,
May your indomitable will hone an eminent spearhead.