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Intolerance weaves hatred in the fabric of our times,
innocent blood is shed in madness, civilizations clash,
tender hearts splinter into disposable debris uncared,
in the psychic grip of insolent stress relationships crash.
Before savage tides surge, let times change the essence,
war-tanks become pianos, guns form harmonic flutes,
nuclear arsenals turn harps, soldiers become violins,
performing in symphony of peace and brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks, let times change the form,
contempt turns to flower, hatred to branch of olive,
minds morph into alchemists, making golden threads
that will create the garlands of love for the despised.
If not, let the stubborn times go back to the stone age,
write a new hieroglyphic story on the erased plaque.
July 9, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (7), Any Theme Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
we are throwing stones today
we are impervious to the blood we painted the floor with
our anger combined is like an emotional avalanche on a killing spree
it is brand spanking midnight, and we are far from done
we have been hiding behind our smiles and greetings for much too long
we have been making false progress reports with every stroke of our expressions
we have been makeshift clowns on an untrustworthy pedestal
now all the weight of life and reality has all come down on us
the only thing left in our arsenals is lashing out
we choose to yell, blame, scream, throw, punch, curse, and shout
the next chapter despite the snapping sounds is so unclear
the devil has taken over for sure because there is no way that God is here
we lost faith somewhere between year five and the first ten lies
we lost hope somewhere between year ten and all ten versions of each disguise
everything is tainted but we eat it all up anyway
everything is tainted but we soak ourselves in it everyday
the love is still there but we know that we just may have to leave
sometimes the best medicine in life is the prescription we do not want it to be
Pumping and pushing with bloated gusto
In different styles and shapes they have come, as before
Each emerging through unresolved processes as planned
Piled up arsenals deployed like there is no tomorrow
All chanting in deafening croak to distract the people
Brandishing ill wealth, in brave impunity
Even State funds must serve personal ego now
Crushing the same masses whose votes count
One day, that must come, even in Naija
An irony, never imagined from a people so very blessed
Luring us the people with spoils from war against the same us
Our rights serve as gifts for the high and mighty
Alas we the masses will match to vote as ever
Hoping for once that our voices be heard
Yet the counts seem concluded, in endless night meetings
Times conducive for an arbiter to meet a contender
The umpire could already be in bed with a candidate
They have promised on their mothers’ graves which they defy daily
They have pretended to supplicate in unsolicited acts of humility
On us confusion rests, while the press and churches launder the vampires
On us the fangs will be unleashed when the power rests
Who will bid the highest for Awka Government House?
The time is almost up and all that can be bought have been bought
Those without a price are left confused, waiting for Godot
A story having origins in Greek Mythology
dealt with a mortal woman having curiosity.
To avenge Prometheus for his wrongful theft of fire,
the gods sent a strange box for Pandora to acquire.
The box displayed instructions not to open it at all;
but she ignored the words, and it led to mankind’s downfall!
Burgeoning nuclear arsenals of many nations
present a myriad of possible situations.
If used impetuously by belligerent factions,
terrible scenarios would result from their actions.
Wantonly deployed without the use of circumspection,
employment of weapons out of mutual aggression,
it would propel us into serious retrogression.
The chain reaction begins with just one detonation.
Consequences would result in global devastation.
A serious setback for modern civilization!
Chaos will permeate our worldwide living arrangement;
everything we know in insurmountable derangement.
By suppressing nearly every amenity for all,
our society would appear being ephemeral.
Seeing the aftermath would be overwhelming for me;
ubiquitous destruction following a World War Three.
I would be thinking to myself while viewing the huge loss:
Did our Great Lord and Savior die for nothing on the cross?
Be careful not to open another “Pandora’s Box“.
Because the weapons of World War four will be sticks and rocks.
Age's bloodiest showdown looms,
Or such it seems by its lurid form;
Spirit's sharpest arrows must fly
Swifter than is their agile-witted norm.
Now Armageddon's most savage sword
Cruelest aim of softest landings takes,
Though target's dexterous fightback
Its most foolproof arsenals stakes.
Thus unfolds time's deadliest flare
Under high heaven's beneficences;
Watching on with an eye dimly fair,
Umpiring blows with arcane mien.
And though its yet baffling to tell
What dismal odds in virtue's favor stand,
Eons of war-waging jurisprudence repel
Smiling wins for Gaol's tempestuous fates.
AMERICA, OH AMERICA
America, oh America, the mother of Exiles,
Mighty woman with a torch,
Towers high as a top notch
Whose flame is the imprisoned fire
With conquering limbs empire,
Astrife from kingdom to kingdom
Aiming to regulate the world's freedom
Fooled the world, psychopathic savagery
Comes a nightmare nation's can't win. Sadly
Inciting the world's pain
Just for a self-centered gain.
Why enforce anti-coronavirus vaccine
To reduce the world strain
And population via an epidemic never seen
Earth quacking, nation's unconscious
Micro chip initiative, a sociopathic barbarism,
5th Generation arising but the world is suspicious
Now terrorism unites the Christians and every Muslim
Illuminati illuminating ill-boding injuries
With unimaginable wealth and affluence,
Obsession for power and control influence
Implementing the Luciferean agenda,
On a mission of no retreat no surrender,
Initiating a Bill through the Gates,
Deaths baits? Well, we will willingly wait.
Bill's Billions breeding bioactive vaccines,
Satan launching his arsenals and machineries,
Forby mendacities leading to deadly advancement,
Deceitfully enforcing a One World Government
Suggestively and opinionatedly by Pope Francis
Preparing the ground for the Antichrist menace.
"In God We Trust" means God's own country
Now oridinary a slogan to all and sundry,
Deviated from the Godly path of ancestors & esteemed,
No more the dream the dreaming dreamers dreamed.
America, oh America!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 8th April, 2020.
An immortal time traveler,
I visit placid planets and shining stars
across the inter-stellar space
in the timeless continuum.
I’ve visited many times in disguise
the unique blue planet,
thriving with vibrant earthly life.
There, in the distant past eons ago,
I cherished the flow of geniality air.
On its affable wings
I could freely fly like a bird
across the span of the azure sky
to the horizon of lilting lands,
soar alongside of the floating flock
in the warm space of conviviality.
It was the chromatic time then,
when in the vibes of vibgyor dawn,
tinged by the spectral sunbeam,
I could see the friendly throng
in the breeze-braced plateau,
singing together the spring song
of unrestrained intimacy.
In my final visit now,
I see the shadow of lurking desolation
creep menacingly close unhindered,
turning the earth’s corners into cages.
The confined spirits plunging in lone abysses
stagnate within gripping isolation.
Intolerance weaves threads of hatred
in the fabric of the scary times.
Innocent blood is shed in madness,
fanaticism spreads like wild fire.
Life is splintered by the lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared.
In the psychic grip of insolent stress
the fostered relationships crash.
Before the world order collapses
I ardently wish the times change.
The war-tanks become pianos,
guns transform into harmonic flutes,
deadly arsenals turn harps,
mercenaries become violins.
They all perform the symphony
of peace and universal brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks,
let the essence of times change.
The thorns of contempt turn into flowers,
cactus of hatred changes to olive branch.
Let the crooked minds morph into alchemists,
make golden strands from rusted fence wire
that will create the garlands,
intertwine the humankind with love.
Glory of Nation
It is not the prestigious high buildings and monuments,
Where the Glory of a nation lives.
It is not the glittering roads and hanging long bridges,
It is not the beautiful parks, garden and lakes,
It is not the high mountain peaks, fields and plains,
It is not the green forests and beautiful rivers,
It is not the treasure of gold, diamonds and uranium,
It is also not the huge army, arsenals, space ships and atomic weapons,
Where the Glory of a nation lives
It lives only in the mind and hearts of its free citizens,
Where love for one’s Nation is a pride of one’s possession,
Where money has not become, the ultimate goal of living,
And Greed has not made a hole, in the hearts of its citizens,
Where one feels happy and ever ready to make sacrifices,
For the cause of it's Nation.
There my friend, there only, you can witness and see,
The Glory of a Nation burning like a light,
In the hearts of every citizen,
But it gets dim and diminishes one day,
Where its people want to celebrate, its one time glory only.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th Feb. 2010
[email protected]
Seventeen minutes to midnight - the world enters a new era,
nuclear arsenals reduce as peace creeps ever nearer.
Fourteen minutes to midnight - our hopes begin to fade,
as we discover no new world order, just the powder keg we've made.
Twelve minutes to midnight - there's tests on bombs non stop,
we need to sign a peace treaty to end this agitprop.
Ten minutes to midnight - Eastern Europe leaves the block,
shattering communism, the world stares back in shock.
Nine minutes to midnight - nuclear armament gathers pace,
nation challenging nation to win the world arms race.
Seven minutes to midnight - we're officially nucleoholic,
each missile's the last one, each threat of peace symbolic.
Five minutes to midnight - global warming walks on stage,
ironically nuclear power will usher in the world's new age.
Three minutes to midnight - world tensions are renewed,
disarmament grinds to a halt as superpowers obtrude.
Two and a half minutes to midnight - fake news is on the rise,
with fabricated statements, politically calculated lies.
Only two minutes to midnight - the whole world's breath is bated,
the doomsayer counting down, a holocaust long awaited.
In those two cold minutes to midnight - doomsday's knell is ringing,
announcing Armageddon, not the end but its beginning.
19th Feb 2018
Intolerance weaves threads of hatred
in the fabric of our scary times,
innocent blood is shed in madness,
fanaticism spreads like wild fire,
life is splintered by lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared,
in the psychic grip of insolent stress
the fostered relationships crash.
Before the world order collapses
I ardently wish the times change,
war-tanks become pianos,
guns form harmonic flutes,
deadly arsenals turn harps,
mercenaries become violins,
and they all perform the symphony
of peace and universal brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks,
let the essence of times change,
thorns of contempt turn into flowers,
cactus of hatred into branch of olive,
crooked minds morph into alchemists,
and make the golden strands
that will create the garlands,
intertwining all of us with love.
_________________
June 8, 2022
Contest : If Only My Wish Would Come Ture
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon