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Zelda Twilight Wishes
(Credit to game creators of Twilight Princess)
As Link I become imprisoned in myself in Highrule land
Like a drug addicted monkey I take my task in hand
Midna, a creature from twilight world enchants me
I transform into a wolf as she rides upon my back and laughs
Two wild creatures set out to find their quests
I need to free Zelda from the hands of evil Ganondorf
Midna commands me, makes me attack a creature
Some creepy thing called Zant from her dark world
Later I’m turned back to human, somewhat wounded
Ample tools, arrays of gadgets can be found around the land
For destruction and for sport to vanquish evil on the spot
Rupees too and health are everywhere in treasure boxes
I have blisters on my hands and fingers from vanquishing beasties for the girls
Zelda, The Twilight Princess, happy with my accomplishments
Says; “Thank you Link!” “I wish you well.” Then puts me on her Christmas list
After all this fighting I’m getting twisted. I don’t even get a good-bye kiss
I pray to that dead
criminal Jesus - to set
us right - restore us.
We’re a mess - like
spilled salt - remember the
fresh air of freedom?
In dreams I search - there
must be a cure lying
around somewhere..
Eyelid shades
open on chiaroscuro
lit, moody mornings.
I keep my head down
I’m doing my fey best, to
let nothing touch me.
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** Note: I was raised a Catholic. Jesus wasn't crucified by some accident - he was executed as a criminal - that's just a fact - not an attack on Christianity - I would never attack a religion.. except maybe Scientology... that was a JOKE!! aarrgghhh!
If poetry is art (I rather think it is) then one purpose is to engage and provoke emotion - I confess that the first stanza is meant to engage the reader.. hhhmmm.. maybe too much? I AM a beginner - after all.
TWINS DIE
‘HELP’ twins are on fire,
Proud buildings, tall, there,
To admire,
Firemen rush to the scene,
Risking their lives, their,
Everything their complete being,
People jumping from windows,
100 or more stories high,
Kept falling out of the sky,
Some from burnt out planes,
Others burnt inside the twin towers,
And became cinder,
Adding to the flames and tinder
Smoke, bodies, debris everywhere,
Tears, shouts half burnt
People soon to become corpses!
It looked like hell
From all directions a yell,
A horror movie, a bad spell.
Soon silence, just concrete falling alight,
On the ground with a thunderous might!
Survivors screaming, looking for the lost,
Some found still burning, what a cost,
These innocent people had to pay,
To believers praising Allah prepared to die,
On this disastrous Day!
The devils carnage, to please remember,
This year as we celebrate 25th December,
What Happened on the 11th September,
2001, disastrous, horrific,
Our wish to their families is peace
For their heartbreak will never cease!
And then to those who bore,
The brunt of the American wrath,
Innocent children amongst thousands killed,
Indiscriminately who were bombed,
Perhaps also fried and grilled,
By flames from buildings that spilled!
We are all children of God,
Why should anyone have to face,
Any human attack, a death squad!
United we all want the same,
We want peace to reign.
Can someone kill this mosquito?
I swear he's from the pit of hell
No seriously ...can't someone kill him?
What's the song he's singing now...he's Jamaican ...I swear …he's humming...a dancehall rhythm
I can't see him ...can you?... he's from one ear to the next…buzzing away
Someone set this mosquito on me ...he's the devil's own child ...no matter where I move he's next to me
I need some help ...please...please
This mosquito now brings along a few friends or his entire family .... this rhythm in my ear is killing me ...I need some help …it’s now a choir
Now they are set to attack...a family of mosquitoes...dancing and humming ...they are in for the kill…I am sure I am about die ...help ...help
How lovely to spend time
On a hillock overlooking the bay!
The ruddy sun just warms enough,
So I’ll enjoy my perfect day.
The sea is not perfectly calm.
Waves roll towards the beach,
What are they whispering to the sand?
What thoughts I wish I could reach?
There on the other side of the lake shore,
I spy a fascinating pristine vale
White beeches cover most of the land,
Except for a cottage that stands in the dale.
It is the place I want to go
So I take a leisurely walk
Ignoring the restless harbour bars
Avoiding friends who would want to talk.
The air is fresh in the awesome vale,
I watch a hawk attack a sparrow,
But my mind is on the cottage,
As I wend my way though it is narrow.
She must have sensed I was so near,
As she comes out and there we kiss.
I hear the dulcet sounds of mellow tunes
Euphoria reaches its peak, my mind in a mist.
Inside the cottage lavender perfumed,
She brings me the delicacy of an ambrosial repast.
Satiated we rest on a soft sofa
My dearest love reaches its peak at last.
Unlike Martin Luther King Junior
I am not a black man
but I also have a dream
I also dream about equality
the love of a world
that care's, for all of it's people
I also am a Christian in a world
that needs to find love
All men should stand up
to speak against inequality
to speak against injustice
to pass the hand of friendship
poverty holds suffering
and transgression in it's arms
driving the world into anger
and pain, our children onto drugs
Stand tall and become a man
refuse to waste your lives with guns
refuse to waste your lives on violence
education holds the path to success
A friend of mine that is dark skinned
said all of her friends want the office jobs
yet wealth and success
come on the back bone of hard work
If a man takes a job as a cleaner
the wage still provides the money
to improve your education
knowledge is power the road to success
The colour of your skin does not stop you
Eddy Murphy, Oprah Winfrey, Obama
and thousands more have found success
doctors nurses business men
Poverty has your children
turning to drugs
anger has them turning to violence
violence has them going to prison
I meet a man at the train station
who said I hate the blacks
I asked him why and he said
six of them held a knife to me
and demanded money
When you pick up a gun
or attack a man with a knife
you encourage discrimination
when you respect people
and earn a career
you encourage the world
to have respect for you
BLUE COLLAR MAN
Just a man of a blue collar clan,
I eat, I breathe, I'll die.
In time my life will be forgotten
like clouds drift cross the sky.
Twas a time when reason was rhyme,
when souls could not be sold.
No bad intent, what's said was meant,
one's self was self controlled.
As some grow, they begin to know
the nature of mankind.
A sneak attack, a knife in the back,
or just get left behind.
Tis foolish youth who never learns
to play deceptive games,
to see the forrest not the trees,
more pitty or more shame?
Bury deep their innocence,
let greed and lust prevail.
A thoughtful heart, horse after cart,
a formula to fail.
To be the one, one must become,
to succeed at any cost,
it takes it's toll, the price is high
to where their soul is lost.
One mans fail, another's success.
Each to their own purview.
It matters most to burdened host.
Karma is life's milieux.
The sated soul does not compete
within their own dark side.
Never to gain through others' pain,
taking lifes tides in stride.
A blue collar man content in my clan,
I have no life regrets.
A simple life, lived well, head high.
I've love and love begets.
The fish needs the anemone; the anemone, the fish
The pollen needs to be the bumble bee’s most precious wish
There’s fishes that frequent the mouths of huge man eating sharks
There’s places where I walk my dog, where he, at nothing, barks
The dragonfly leaps into flight, how does he know he can
A dolphin will attack a shark… to save his fellow man????
A chick will clamber from an egg and when he’s fully grown
He’ll fly five thousand miles to find a land he’s never known
All of this is cool and yet defies all explanation
So what on Earth created everything in every nation
Coincidence or accident, the odds just made it so
When mother nature’s dice were bad, she took another throw
Do I marvel at the splendour of the stars or moonlit nights
Do I smile when on a lavender a butterfly alights
It’s truly hard to comprehend; to find a rationale
For each astounding thing in this whole world - or this locale
Some say it’s evolution and the rest say we should pray
As though it’s Mother Nature or a god made things this way
But nature plays a game of chance; things work or don’t last long
I wonder at the notion that a god might get things wrong
There’s negatives… volcanoes, earthquakes, famines and tornadoes
I’d like to think a watchful god would save us all from those
I know not who or what made planet blue ’pon which we live
But when I see the truth my full allegiance I shall give
For all the birds and all the bees and all the plants and all the trees
Shall fill my heart with joy but shall not bring me to my knees
And yet our science tells us that it started with a bang
Which, some say, is as likely as, “Then all the angels sang.”
But all of us - you, them and I - are mortal as that butterfly
Will answers come the day we die, or will our souls lay down and cry
Will we float into the light with no fears, needs nor appetites
Or will we simply cease to be, with no more days and no more nights
I gaze at all the wonders that form part of all that is
And I don’t know if they are nature’s work or they are ‘his’
I envy those who have the faith; for me, I make this call
How lucky have I been to witness all of this at all?
I had one grandma who lived to 100 years old,
and recall her as very wrinkled and fragile;
but she loved little children and chocolates,
we always brought some when we visited.
My other grandma lived to 93 years old,
she had always been the family storyteller;
and inspired me to be a writer of poetry,
she told me, write for the world to read.
My parents worked hard to provide for us,
they sacrificed but seemed so happy with life;
we were far from well to do but had everything,
sadly, they were both destined to die young.
As for myself, I really should not be still breathing,
as I had a huge accident years ago but lived;
I have had a heart attack, a stroke, kidney failure,
I am diabetic, and almost went blind.
I live in moments - as the next one is not promised,
I eat healthy but things I like, I exercise each day;
walk three times a week for three hours,
and go to the gym three times a week.
I have made my peace with this life and I am ready,
have said goodbye to so many beloved;
have cried enough to fill the ocean blue,
so now, I consider each day given, a gift . .
Here it lies in a pool of non-consenting blood, barely beating and still in shock all the while being whispered to this was love
Man is usually the predator and the weaker of the two is the prey, but when it comes to hearts who is to say
Anyone can be vulnerable, anyone can pay the price, just by giving in to feeling when you’re tired of all that runs through your veins is ice
At first it isn’t forceful but at the same time it isn’t fair, the way that your heart trusts the other believing it has found its pair
But sometimes you’re not even looking for it and it will hit you like a brick, and drag you down into the depths of the underbelly and make you feel so sick
Infesting you with its needle that drips its sickly consistency, concocted of strychnine and evil enraptured in a seed of unwanted ecstasy
Sometimes you’re tricked into believing that you asked for it that you’re the culprit here, but raping someone’s heart isn’t right that statement should be crystal clear
You’re taken and consumed forcibly into an attack, a fight that you weren’t prepared for, and your heart is defiled and left for dead writhing in pieces on the cold hard floor
Your heart is now wanton, violated indescribably, destruction has made its home here and no peace resides within and never will there be
Your heart is spoiled, broken, bleeding, untrusting and wants to never love again, it looks like a battlefield where you can’t tell the reality from the casualties running through your head
Do you report this vile transaction, and if so, then to who? If you don’t then the wicked one will walk away who raped your heart and mangled it too
But if you do know their name, would it really be a crime, it’s their hearts word against yours and it happens all the time
That unpleasant naked feeling will never go away, you can wrap your heart up in pretty bandages, but a band aid won’t make it okay
Your heart will never trust again even if it wants to try, once your heart has been raped, you’re never the same, I should know because that is how I lost mine.