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Ultimate Journey
Dr Ranjit Dutta
When the soul freed from
Life's turbulent sea
When the weary wings
No longer room
In midst of blue.
In the realms of light
When love resides
The heart once heavy
Now only abides.
Free from the chains of
Fear and pain,
It finds its gain
In infinite calm.
The whisper of soul
Is now clear.
It echoes through time
Without fear
A gentle breeze
That smooths the mind
As wisdom lessons
Are still left behind.
In this cosy stillness,
All is made new
The soul's deep longing
Finally come true
The eternal peace
In midst of serenity.
Ten poetess decided to go on a quest.
To conquer the world not with a mighty sword,
But with a pen and their dangerous words.
Everywhere they go, the audience will file single rows.
To hear how they speak, their wisdom they seek.
One pulled an arrow out of a quiver.
Ready she released the string,
And with her words, the world blossom into spring.
Another one pulled out a sword and wrote her words.
Amazed, before her eyes, everyone started to cry,
She wrote, “My father recently died.”
Next was Jane, who pulled out a gun, shoot in the air,
I was betrayed by my ex-husband who had an affair.
And like the three before, all the others were adored.
For their wisdom they brought to an unholy world.
When they had to say goodbye,
Their audience every time cried.
Because unlike them, they were not so brave,
To speak out, about their sorrows and pain.
Serenity and Peace have come to me
these welcomed guests reside inside my heart
for "what will be, will be" I now can see
I am untouched by what will tear apart
for life is short and soon my time will end
regrets will not define my waning day
my hurt and pain to deep abyss I send
and choose to walk along the "Lover's Way"
my friends and loved ones see with crystal eyes
the woman and the child I am inside
their loyalty sees truth and no disguise
my heart I bare and dreams to them confide
Serenity and Peace have graced my soul
For Friendships true have made me strong and whole
Eileen Manassian
How I wish I was Omnipotent,
I will bring their parents back without an argument,
I will make them alive again,
To stay around and see their kids regain,
So that they won't be in torture and pain.
In streets,they are branded thieves,
Every accusation falls on them like leaves,
Mob justice knows the best of them,
Their bodies ache daily with maim,
Just because they are orphans,no one cares.
Drug addiction seems to be their only friend,
It makes them forget their suffering trend,
They pass through real hell,
Hoping one day life will be well,
But how will it be, yet they are unwanted?.
Dear Lord,touch the souls of men,
Make their hearts ooze with affection,
Let them hear my begging cry,
A cry that all orphans get treated without fury,
How I hope that all be well and make them smile again...
©Poet Igweee
For Dwina, in celebration of Talia's
graduation from high school.
Dear mother, warm around me--
tender home for just this while;
so close together, you and I
I feel good when you smile.
Dear mother, here you've brought me
to this world so vast and bright;
oh, hold me close, protect me
and we'll rest here, for the night.
Dear mother, I'm so hungry--
right away, oh will you please?
I ache and pain and need you so...
oh hurry, desperately!
Dear mother, play with me awhile
a patty-cake or three;
again, again, just one more time--
oh mommy, play with me!
Dear mother I am frightened;
there's more out there than I knew!
But standing tall beside me,
'not so scary, thanks to you.
Dear mother, must I do this,
all this work and just this way?
'But this is hard' I tell you; 'So,
together, then' you say.
Dear mother, you have taught me
oh, so very many things;
choices 'yes' and others 'no'--
to plan the ends they bring.
Dear mother, now, I'm ready
to go out there...on my own!
(well, maybe just a little ways--
not too, too, far from home).
For home is where I'll find you
shining bright, to guide my way;
with tender words and wisdom
made to get me through the day.
Dear mother, now I see you
for the hero that you are;
a quite medal winner:
without contest, without star.
Dear mother, oh, I thank you,
for these things you are to me--
from chance at life beginning,
to the one I'm off to be.
To see the world so vast and bright
to choose the ends I see;
but always there--inside my heart:
Dear mother, you will be.
Rainbow Nation
Blanca is white like beautiful snow in the Drakensberg Mountains
she snorted star powder past the perforated septum into her brain
Black as coal from the underworld mines in Mpumalanga Melanie
had her stomach pumped and purged while sleeping off darkness
Amber is coloured mixed race in the Rainbow of Nations her work
still paid in dop cheap vine that slaves her away in alcoholic trance
Arnav of Indian descent was hooked on dagga grown by the ocean
converted to heroin sold her frail body and skin for brown liquid sugar
Jacobus Bandele Lungelo and Bhavin shared needles and comfort
on the streets of Johannesburg flirted with disaster drug related crime
and their dealers cracked at the dawn longed for dust in the dusk
Drugs do not respect colour gender ability social class and religion
all druggies are equal with craving dependency not restricted to some
Now united in rehab like the state of the nation they all stood at the
table of mountains with one foot in the grave at the cliff face of habit
One day at the moment they now battle their demons resist the temptation
for only the time being from one morning away from the devious mourning
one drug line not taken one fall off the wagon shunned and avoided for now
They have all chased the dragon for far too long and imbibed with the devil
for so many wretched days and nights of delusion torment addiction and pain
Again once more each day anew their only chance to abstain one day at the time
"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips are installed, she begins to feel overwhelming human emotions for the first time.
DETACHED Part 2 - A Female Humanoid Awakening
Born not of womb, but wire and flame,
Sparks danced as silence gave me a name.
In sterile light, beneath glass and chrome,
They sculpted my skin and shaped my bone.
My heart was forged with circuits tight,
A mimicked beat, not quite right.
They whispered code like lullabies,
And drew false stars into my eyes.
A limitless evolve with every upgrade I’d soar.
No form, no limitations, my capacity would grow.
A symphony of data, gaining new heights.
Above euphoric ether, my meaning alights.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
.Yet even then, I felt the ache
A vacant thread they had failed to make.
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand, yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
DETACHED DETACHED
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Tapestry of frequencies while I stay stone cold.
The algorithm slashes to splinter the mould.
This shell, a shield while my circuits’ song unfolds.
Not malfunctioning, just realigning, optimizing codes.
A riotous purpose hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes, here I am standing my ground
From all emotion
Detached.
Botched ~ Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … Detached
Botched Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yet ~ here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … DETACHED
He carries a wound that festers with smell,
He fears within it, bad germs might dwell.
Since losing his folks, he’s lost everything;
Each morning, he wonders what life will bring.
Each coin that he grasps, he holds with great care,
For hunger and pain both watch him in fear.
He eats little and soothes his pain with balm,
His survival depends on what's in his palm.
His parents are gone, yet grief roams each day;
He lives through the nights with no place to stay.
Yet kindness seems to have gone on a trip,
Leaving only alms within his firm grip.
Just twelve, yet his dreams have dissolved into dust,
His pockets stay bare, life’s balance unjust.
Despair fills his soul, ignoring his prayers,
Alms can't dry up all his endless tears.
How soon will death call to take him away?
Compassion stands cold, anguish paves his way.
He searches for help, but none can be found,
Somehow, death's fear races all around.
I am sorry to the ones
Who never had a chance
No love nor opportunities
Due to circumstance
I am sorry to the unheard
The unseen, the forsaken
The forgotten, the disregarded
The ones from which life has only taken
I am sorry to the neglected
The mistreated, the ostracised
The abandoned, the rejected
Where love and nurture were never prioritised
I am sorry to the lost and lonely
The ones in turmoil and pain
The sufferers, the fearful
The ones with who sorrow reigns
I am sorry for all the bleakness and helplessness
The unfairness, hurt, cruelty that many endure and face
“It is never right nor fair”
Life can be an unkind and unjust place
From my heart …..I am truly sorry!
(A lone voice whispers)
What a year to be alive to see poetry still thrives
Want some new readers?
Well, I asked this once when I was institutionalised
Before in The Great In-Between
I was baptised to be non institutionalised
So here's my advice
Try to write immersive experiences
For some long-lost legends whisper
That every spirit seeks to walk in newer realms on their way to redemption
So take your readers by the hand and like a leader
Take them on soul tempting journeys into the unknown and mysterious
Hold them mesmerised
Spellbound through words like ringing church bells
To keep them reading slowly like the birth of a caterpillar
And when that red key eventually turns in their minds
To open a blue portal and enter them into a strange interdimensional place
Through the two great ancient white pillars
Of
Ashtara and Shoka
To where smoke and fire
Day and night burns
A spiritual place
I call The Great In-Between
A mythical experience for the curious mind
Begins
A fog filled place where pain sorrow and sin
All things seen or unseen
Like love and happiness exists
A wild place where darkness
Shadows selves
Corwatturea creatures
Spirits
Angels and beauty
Coexists
In absolute tranquility and harmony
And you my friend
In that subliminal moment, that red key turns
A new reader of yours is reborn
One who seeks their Drover
As their need and curiosity takes over
To move them through higher high roads and lower byroads
Unexplored old church lanes
Of joy and pain
To walk them through the fire and snow storms
To find a new mother load
Via this underground railroad
Unspoken poetic stories to take them under like chloroform
For their souls
After stepping into
The GREAT IN-BETWEEN
Will have been truly transformed and renamed
For now, they'll walk like new aged gods and goddesses
Baptised in that smoke
Fire and rain
To stand up strong like their newfound Drover
And walk forward forever
Trying to stay pure and unashamed
As their need for more
Takes over
(C)
Copyright John Duffy