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As this river gives
Not giving a damn
Emptying the lake of hate
This ecosystem dies
But was it ever alive?
Surviving in my illusions
Confusions of my soul
The depth of this sinkhole
Without any reflections
Nothing to mention
Only the hollowing cries
Self-loathing and the denies
Saturated tears
Muddled in fears
Storming, destroying
Agonize. Agonize
The final goodbyes
Symbolize and romanticize
Over simplifies the terrorize
The moments of absences
The defenses and fences
The brilliance of the game
Shifting the blame
This river of shame
But now, I avow
I’m not giving a damn
I’m not giving a damn
Transforming, performing
Good bye echoing cries
Good bye misting eyes
Scattering, shattering
Soaring, crystallize
Forming rainbow skies
As this river gives
I’m not giving a damn
I’m not giving a damn
Form:
Attackers plant malware on computer via a USB drive or SD card
Drone flies outside window with computer & analyzes the blinking LED lights
Lights create a Morse code-like pattern that can be translated into data
Experts suggests a method to disconnect fragile computers from the web
There were many and they were neatly stacked
inside my suave computer that once was hacked
when it came to content well, I know they lacked
but if I had a stick, at least they would be backed
When it came to poetry well, I was the cat's meow
but when it came to computers I could not avow
each poem contained I little bit of sweet endow
One day I lost it all my friend, nearly had a cow
The poems I almost wrote still sit inside my head
but I know those sneaky hackers, use power led
so now I hide my led lights and keep it all unsaid
each word still lives in me, my poetry isn't dead.
Oct 7,2022
* From my 2024 Wheelsong Books release “Melancholy Moon” … stay tuned for more! *
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how proper that I found you
for my farewell midst the dunes
those sands where I did oft' adore
your flesh daubed by the moon
o numberless, the softened eves
those callow hearts would wend
but promises quite often grieve
and swift would come their end
to press my kiss upon your eye
dove cheek, soft placed a-palm
I bent to meet your sullen sigh
so breathed for kindness' calm
devoutly yours, my self entire
the draught to draw your wine
you yet devour'd me, eyes afire
white-kneed before your shrine
my blood as passion, let to be
the sweet sate for your thirst
a fiery flood you then set free
a seed consumed and cursed
o how's a laurel placed a-brow
this man, so chilled and damned
can bring such deed to thus avow
lost love wrought on the sand
and tho' I wore a garland, brief
so crowned for summer's death
our love had withered as a leaf …
'midst autumn's flaming breath.
Copyright © 2024 Wheelsong Books - “Melancholy Moon” by Gregory Richard Barden
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with GALA AI software )
My highest wish for you I hold secure
within my breast, locked fast within my heart,
of which your own is now so great a part
that yours from mine I cannot e're demur;
yet, if your soul's defense be not assured,
and I in love grasp wrongly for your heart,
I pray God grants to me the strength to start
the slaying of a love I would endure.
The dream I hold for you is higher yet
than any dream in legend I have found;
and I avow my pledge know not regret,
but that your soul in purity abound,
for if you make an idol of me yet,
beware: my own two hands will drag it down.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, 1987
The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather around in awareness. By Poet
Let me tell you a story.
Can you Imagine a harsh quiet? Jeers sneer idleness,
or scoff to classify the ultimate sinful act of sadness;
or quashing irk for an eternal colossus of havoc,
perhaps the planet was spaed and will be ruined here.
Cynical scorn asphyxiates, cauterizing all life on Earth;
who can imagine how vile days linger eerie memories?
how often tongues are swelled with astringent tartness?
those with acidic sadness tease with a biting reply.
Soul was sunk on all live paws to quell a herd of verrucae,
could you kindly scan feeble shapes on a pealing day?
how would you handle a splenic tongue with an awful zest?
or apply on a scorching sting a horrible sneering welt.
Mortal musings slay my sight while roaming ruins,
I feel the pain, frocking seconds ripen fruitful minutes;
none to stop him, acidulous hours burn a swollen body,
did you honor your vow not to view your tears in public?
Or, to win, they select the nuclear light to avow the day,
scavengers swarming forbidden self-destruction zones;
where the war had started, it was awarded might;
whenever beguiling eyes and spite the sight,
I hate lethal viruses as much as a police car passing by;
I hate falling asleep at night as well as not falling asleep,
I hate the doorbell at night and massive storms,
I hate going broke or having too much money.
I fear being late and fear being the first to come;
I fear that all I yearn for might jeopardize others I love;
I fear death or a miserable existence for a long time,
I fear not adoring enough and being confused.
Slow slurps, wearing vengeful speeches bleary;
on stage atomic bombs were used to turn the sky purple;
Insouciance fosters the dreadful pulverization,
I should have dropped my Kyiv pass.
wabbling world......
2ND PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 17, 2022
Theme: War
Form N - Narrative - New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
What Col. William Barrett Travis might have said to the defenders
of the Alamo on March 5, 1836, the twelfth day of the siege.
Remember the Alamo
My fellow Texians hear what I say
your courage inspires and leaves me in awe;
as I humbly stand before you today
your gallantry from which my strength I draw.
Sant’ Anna’s troops surround this mission’s walls,
and from this bout we face, there’s no escape;
we’ll fight to death until the last man falls,
and with the blood we shed, the fates we’ll shape.
For friends and fam’lies our lives will avow
the future hopes and freedoms they’ll attain,
and when the final man has made his bow,
please know that we will not have died in vain.
Our deeds here will forever write their scripts
when “Remember the Alamo” leaves their lips.
September 18, 2020
Home should be made a place of love
A stable shelter from all storms of life
Within the walls of a happy home, I avow,
There will be no room for spite or strife
Where all live in the spirit of peace as dove
A place to turn to when heavy with care
The love received there is balm to every scar
An abode to which, after tedious toil, we happily retire
A simple dwelling with not even a palace, on par
Where, in joys and sorrows, all have an equal share.
A home is more than a roof above our head
But a haven where all dissensions disappear
Where each one is bound by love’s thread
And the river of life runs smooth and clear
Where God is revered, and prayers are said
October.16.2022
Your Choice Again Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Brian Strand
Three Stanza Poem in Quintain (Sicilian)
Sponsor- L. Milton Hankins
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We are mere mortals with an uncertain destiny
at the mercy of time and of fates that be
but dearest, I will remain forever true to thee
For it's you I will love, I avow this faithfully
I will hold you close unto my soft breast
press my warm lips to yours upon behest
croon thee to slumber when in need of rest
bathe you in the ocean's waves as they crest
Though death may blazon to me in the night
shackled, we shall remain in chains held tight
never will I be enticed away from your sight
nor will a grave ever become our dividing blight
No reaper's scythe shall keep you from me
from this heart of mine, you will never be free
as rooted fast in the Earth's richest soil, a tree
our hearts will be entwined for all eternity
What they don’t know
one can only assess
What they can’t see
they can never possess
What they affirm
they can never deny
What they proclaim
they can never imply
Things they impugn
only traitors allow
Things they assume
they will never avow
Things they besmirch
they will never applaud
Things they embrace
they will never defraud
Once they betroth
all suitors be damned
Once they constrict
to never expand
Once they commit
to never rethink
Once they get sober
to never take drink
If they remember
those promises cast
If they retender
the future and past
If they stay open
the visions will come
If they’re bespoken
— the truth zero sum
(The New Room: January, 2026)
Tis indifference that shameth the soul
for it casteth a burgeoning shadow of sorrow.
Shouldest not compassion stir the soul to move
for such is the sacred sanction and the golden rule;
to love one another and seek thy brothers higher good.
Answereth me now hath empathy averted her eye
insensible to the stings of conscience and the hearts enbittered cry?
Can'st thou with deliberate distain thy neighbors forsake
when to thee his empassioned petition make?
Nay, for this I can avow, the heart raiseth a nobler thought
that the brotherhood of mankind will triumph when forgiveness
and love are sought