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A furious Bush gave an urgent speech at the UN Headquarters
demanding that they must search beneath the Babylonian
soil and bring proof of any hidden nuclear weapon;
Brian Haw, as many, honestly believed that there were none...
why didn't Blair and Golden believe his words?
Soon Iraq was invaded and bombarded and as night got colder,
frequent explosions lit up the blackest sky of the Middle East,
but they did not kill Saddam: the bearded, tyrannical beast....
he would be found in a filthy bunker with a limited supply of food and water;
why did he flee and hide into that unlivable hole like a persecuted priest?
His execution was horrendous, but justice was done for his crimes
and whether he had nuclear weapons and later dismantled them in secret
to avoid sanctions and alienation: one thing is for certain he's no longer a threat;
he was loved by some, but hated by many...was his power based on lies?
An angry president was appeased, but a defeated tyrant had to meet a horrible fate!
I entered a little contest on the soup
Where entries were judged according to
Merit and favor and everything good
With a judge who knows poetry as they should
My entry was scribbled on the back of a card
Then written on paper in the form of a poem
Soon I came to the computer’s word processor
And wrote it all down with dashes and a formula
The words came to me through my hopes and ideas
Dreams that did soothe me with a muse that bleeds
Through insights and feelings that prompt me to see
Hues of rich scarlet and gracefully intimate scenes
Soon the words beckoned me with their ideas
To listen to the deliberation of rhymes and rhythms
Signaling delights that fought to be in sentences
That formed stanzas broken only by delightful couplets
I welcomed the verses so enchanting and fulfilling
Calling out to me through the flow of lines and sections
Causing me to see that both poetry and prose belong
To the writer who listens to the call within their soul
Would the judge of my poem see the light it illuminated
Or would they be drawn to the sentences that appeased
The disillusionment and discouragement that flowed inside
The pen who lost sight of the demands that it should win
Clutching at straws, I hoped for a wonderful victory
With the liquid ebony that milks adjectives and adverbs
From the rich prayers that drain through my heart’s veins
Soothing and blessing my aspirations with inspirations
Clutching at Straws Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
September 19, 2020
My Loving Anguish
My Selfishness is not Egocentric
It is not even Acidic
Though it makes me Agonistic
For It is the mere Lyrics
Of our Love, so Apostolic!
Till the end of Times,
I will be singing the Rhymes
For I will be seeing in Dreamtimes
You and Me so in love with our Pastimes
That we have been playing in all our Lifetimes.
What would life be without this Anguish
To molest your Nose is such an Accomplish
But to molest your Heart is even more Fairish
Alone in your Cave you may pretend to be Ogrish
When in fact you are yearning to be Actorish
Let go of all your Freakish, Roughish and Toughish
Be Vampirish!
I am yearning to be Your Relish
Faith you Personify,
So be the Handsome King of the Sky
The One who will Mystify
The whole Creation
With His Proclamation
Of being King of the Korai!
Meanwhile, I will be the Aby
Suffering for Redemption,
Praying for Salvation,
To be Appeased for my Sin
That of having been your Sin,
Yes, you, the unkown Djin!
All I did was to be naked in your Bed
To please you with my stubborn Head
Does that make me an Egghead?
Contest : First love poem
Contest to be judged by : Poet Destroyer
About the poem :
It is about the love of a girl for a guy whom she sees as a God, she loves him so much. And her love is selfish, she wants him at any cost. She was naked in his bed, that made her sinful, she later managed to molest his nose and now wishes to molest his heart. :)
Oh, I was teased by nineteen eighty-four.
When the TV listened to all I said.
I didn't realize there was a backdoor.
Come on in the bright Utopian door!
You're part of a long bright Internet thread.
Oh, you're appeased by nineteen eighty-four.
We'll travel the Internet forevermore.
Our Bot's on a social media thread.
It didn't realize there was a back door.
Beings strive to attain good credit scores.
TVs, radios, and phones hear your head.
We have been seized by nineteen eighty-four.
Digital eyes will lurk forevermore.
Secrets will not be easily shredded.
Bots know there is information galore.
Nineteen eighty-four thrives forevermore.
Years ago, its mighty code was embedded.
Oh, we were pleased by nineteen eighty-four!
We didn't realize there was an entry door.
If materialistic things were the only ones they sought,
they would be satisfied with them, and discard those of little worth;
and like anxious gold diggers they would trample on rocks and dig very deep:
to unearth their glittering treasure and be so exultant and very proud
of bragging about it with a vanity only appeased by mirth!
And will others pity them or follow them in their greed?
If believers are shielded by faith,
they don't need to watch over their worthless treasures
and always be afraid of thieves who may steel them;
and that's all they desire to have:
envy the invariable notion of their intention,
not being fickle, but relying on one's intuition
to preserve that candid faith...like their forefathers
who received it from the God who never failed them!
They'll mock them and curse them for their integrity, and as lepers
they'll cast them into the cadaverous abyss of living darkness...
calling them mad preachers of false ideals, taking on His divine image!
And are they the delirious prophets or impostors who yearn for fame?
But how will they respond to those cruel accusations or death threats:
by swaying their angry swords to wage war or surprisingly choose silence?
O disgraceful people, assuming of being just and fair...
haven't you noticed how truth menaces your strategy
to get rid of the righteous ones who do not fear animosity?
O implacable people, admit you inability to cope...
to remove these opponents from your torment, dare
to heed those prophecies that are as authentic
as the true words they speak...when they are shielded by faith!
And if they were pretenders, why would they endure trail and death?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
As I peruse the poetry
and look with awe on all I see,
my mind and eyes need a rest,
for Poetry Soup is greatly blessed.
To speak your mind in verse and rhyme
is often hard and takes some time.
A poet is a special breed;
writing poetry fulfills a need.
You breathe the life into your poem;
it's measured on life's metronome
and stands alone for all to judge
while members offer a friendly nudge.
Support from our cyber family
increases our confidence and ability
to say the things we keep inside.
Our deepest thoughts, we cannot hide.
If I only stay a little while,
it's long enough to make me smile.
I love you all and what you do,
Just wanted to say a quick 'thank you'.
My hunger pangs have been appeased.
I'm full as well as very pleased
but I'll return another day.
You know I cannot stay away.
July 16, 2015
A woman's love, so soft and enveloping,
the dearest balm, the cherished bond;
fruitless for so long I searched,
for affection and companionship;
and she was the answer in the dark.
My heart returned, my purpose reborn,
I was the finished man;
my pursuit complete, I could rest in her light -
happy upon her smile,
joyful upon her laugh,
blessed to gaze into her eyes.
But earthly heaven cannot long last,
nor hardship be appeased;
one cannot remain ensorcelled by the angels
and hope to escape unscathed.
The fire dimmed, the light receded,
and only suffering glowed;
the loneliness now cast down upon me
a greater burden than ever before -
greater than I've proven able to bear.
All memories of her, of the way she was,
the things and feelings she caused,
linger, taunting and tormenting;
every one a portal, a mirror to our past -
vivid as the day they were upon me.
The memory of when my eyes first fell upon her
instantly, swifter than even thought allows,
hurtles me back, brings everything to my mind;
I recall my nervousness, the magic,
her elegance.
I stumble to the window and stare out
upon the spot where we first kissed,
out in the pouring rain;
I watch, again and again, as my life passes me by.
I watch as the whole world crumbles
to dust and ash, forgotten remnants
of a love gone awry.
My cheeks stain, yet once more,
with those carriers of grief and mourning
that trace their way out of my trembling eyes;
their tracks forever stain my cheeks,
their sorrow forever stains my soul.
I fear the faint, far-off sounds of movement,
not wanting to be seen;
but nay, I think, let them chance upon me,
and see the depths where I now dwell;
let them see me for who I am.
For I am become sundered.
I wipe the teardrops off the floor;
I stare into my own eyes, in a mirror,
and I don't recognize the being within;
I take a sharp breath and wonder,
ever, will it ever end.
My anticipations of the sorrows,
of never-ending afflictions,
don't seem quite unnatural and silly...
there are alike the visible frustration,
which controls your uncertain devotion...
like the attempt to put aside pity,
but it's revealing the darkest secret
you kept hidden inside for fearing truth!
Somehow,it's a lot different...
and my unexpressed emotions do resent;
every gracious beauty which appeared
in those confident looks appeased
my unexplainable passions of virility;
had I chosen to ignore reality?
Even your understanding
assured me of your sincerity,
and most likely tomorrow,
you will react madly
to the absence of sweetness...
without putting aside your pity;
but the deprivation and resentment
you caused me,intentionally,
can take years to forget or even more...
unless my arrogance turns into forgiveness!
This unforgettable hug,
if only lasted like an eternal song,
awakes an acute heartcry
which will know no silence;
and the only feelings of guilt
are the vanishing hopes within it...
and like the attempt
to put aside pity,
your refusal to reconciliation and awareness
can hurt me and change me completely!
hands rapturously slashing satori, bang !
light droplets filter down, bats brushing skin
to fly knowingly low, then water gushed
through cracks, bring —
snakes, spiders, scorpions across our toes
stones spoke in singular sighs as
golden orb set in whirlwinds high
velvet night descends, opposites attract
poles swing — >
cave was nowhere, yet everywhere
Mozart symphonies were future
shadows written on our vacant palms
to sojourn with Harry the Strandloper
was unspoken song by GRACIOUS ALL
for beloved paleo pole points, Call !
Khoisan shores we tread profoundly
adorned with seashell bracelets
before on red concert seats to
sit enraptured, opposites horned
no thoughts tornadoed continents waiting
our ignited centres spaced dichotomy
unnamed species inhabited surrounds
we knew not of wisdom pounds
crystal shafts in dimness protected
our irises reflecting stalactite,
dolomite, Dynamite !
anchovy offering themselves
for hunger appeased
white-black apart yet fulcrum starts
we were Power of One in two
~ seasons our compass
naked emperor with empress embraced
celebration, protection or
fool interventions unknown
variables, not yet defined
contrary poles merging with heather
whispering as copper painted patterns
etheric on grotto’s sotto ~
voices faraway clamped our knees
it was future shackles of Bastille
through time tunnels terrible
vacant minds a pair to stare
simply sky, earth, two lode stars as one
wolves, bears, squirrel frequencies
to dare a similar stare !
womb then lustily grew —
berries, tubers fat ripe
nipples started leaking, crows cackled
she was born in running river, pinking water
cord to trout we fed, who offered us
their firm flesh in turn
clouds melted into navel smooth
moon our compass soon enabled
cavern walls slapping spring to bring
spirit expanded fontanelle
winds chiming bells
hammer forged to chop stone found
swallows still equalled fellow tribes
harmonious cynosures more inscribed
my eyes drew out his to flush awake
nostrils flared flaked, two at stake
slowly malachite dragons dissolved
paleo quintessences evolved
swinging space-time into now
once more polarity’s
sublime ~
___________________
3rd Placement: Premier Contest
Rob Carmack: July 26
Turbulent waves crashed the shores
nature unleashing her terrible rage
merciless the waves flood the houses
ripping homes apart with dreadful might
The hurricane still building up power
relentlessly flattening everything
lingering out to sea as it grows
quiet and unnaturally calm in the eye
Here gentle waves lap in softest breezes
no sign of the raging monster outside
a veritable paradise within the storm
nature so gentle yet also so very cruel
Outside the circle of the peaceful eye
a story of terrible devastation and ruin
nature more vengeful than a slighted lover
hear the rage in her catastrophic storms
All man and beast can do is take cover
and hope that the cost is not too high
that loved one and friends are spared
and that nature for now is appeased