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When the Earth retaliates,
we will claim to be victims of a faceless evil.
We will say we are pursued by vicious forces,
and that we are at the mercy of the unseen.
Have we reflected on yesterday?
Have we examined our actions?
Have we considered the residues of our industrious machines?
Have we thought about the dirt they release into the sky?
The Earth is on the verge of unleashing its fury.
Its elements stand at the edge of a precipice,
ready to crash down and engulf us in horror—
a tempest of relentless darkness.
When the Earth retaliates,
We will awaken to a new sky,
one that obscures the sun’s rays,
a sky that will herald the woes that await us.
February 23, 2026.
In hushed strides silver threads tonight unfold again,
my longing on trampled soil to be rolled again.
Beneath maple leaves my silent flower shivers,
scarlet bed of withering dreams is cold again.
So numb my desires echo in hollowed umbra,
My wishes I fear might remain untold again.
Lonely lark from wilderness sings of my despair,
Blazing sparks simmer on snow being bold again.
Oh beloved! How oft have I waned crescent soul,
Your veil of molten stars I wish to hold again.
Dreams cuddled in beguile blossoms of aurora,
Await to relive their promises old again.
Fir-kissed caress of heartbeats over years apart,
Enchant siphoned silk silhouettes to mould again.
So bereft my memoirs leave no footprints on sand,
agony on alluring waves was sold again.
Celeste dances in nebula streams on sand dunes,
Graceful Aphrodite will I behold again?
Cynthia petals drape my hopes in banisters,
I pray my tender love grows manifold again.
August 31, 2020
Ghazal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
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A hole in the head shooting pain trembles
nightshades coldly down the spine
a soul lost in the land of the living
carried away in darkness
flying inside dark clouds holding just a dream
Distant thunder roars lightening splitting cracks
sure as the crow flies crawling opens Hell's gates
dark jewels of the night
charred remains churning in a cauldron
boiling goodness tears of thoughts
Piercing screams spawning nightmares
holding a promise once made
walking in a valley amongst the dead
shadows now smile hearing animals scream
as the moon plays silver dancing light
Dreams snatched away from reality
the crow calls echoes in silence
victims of this world howling over and back
tragedy cries in their pain and suffering
eyes seeking light
whispers through the branches
a heather bleat creature of the night calls
Haunted by humans chained to the earth
awaiting shadows and sunsets
a cursed banshee wails supernatural screams
from everywhere and nowhere
Mind numbing winds passing through
a white silhouette shredded shroud
around a heart entombed
in agonies' twilight shades clouds darken
storms brewed stirring specters chase the wind
Cold rains become lost tears
the willow weeps in eternal sorrows
a lament for the dead
as the silver crescent moon smiles goodbye
Blends in clear as day after sunrise
forgotten in a valley of unrest
death bell's toll out from the past
onyx feathered crows call painful cries
Forever seeking heaven's gate now sealed
that promised choice was lost ages ago
only burning Hell fires
or cold earthworms await
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
Leaving family home, grief, a loved one lost
Reasons differ as life deals its cards,
Accept and hold close to your heart
Never show a single card, decisions await.
Leave your home for greener pastures
Some gates are locked warning trespassers,
Mothers and Fathers pass on so quickly
On your own, life can be prickly.
Memories abound in strange ways
A word or an action comes your way.
Walk the road of so many dreams
Lack of people and houses unseen.
Demolished, making way for progress
Stop and stare, family home, greets me.
Still standing proud, defying inevitable
I Stand so still for hour after hour.
Each moment in my life has passed so quickly,
A visit is called for, showing bravery.
Find myself standing at the front door
Off its hinges, looking forlorn.
I pick it up as if helping an old friend
Place against a wall, deserves a rest.
Step inside, met by familiar settings,
Desertion has taken its toll of surroundings.
Silence, so silent, a noise it makes,
Walk the rooms, still looking proud.
Inner voice has taken control
Leave right now and save your soul
Ignore the message, do not understand.
My parents’ bedroom is where I now stand
To this day when I am judged
I swear I smelled the perfume, of a Woman I called Mam
Left the home with one look back.
Then returned to life, get back on track.
As said before, words and actions, inspire dreams
Sometimes a nightmare or so it seems,
Believe what we want, or dream.
Emotionally drained
scars no longer visible
and I can still anticipate
the next slap
held prisoner by my thoughts
the pain deep within
a voice,
telling me I must have been at
fault
for him to turn from love
to hate in just a few minutes
mom always said the
husband
is always right
Why do I fear his love?
Why do I question who I am?
I use to know what I want
from life
now I await his approval
I’ve lost myself
in between the hidden scars
and the swear words
the constant refrain,
'you'll never make it without
me'
I’ve lost myself in between
his "I’m sorry and "it will
never happen again"
I’ve heard it so many times
every time I take him back
God knows I'm tired of his
broken promises and second
chances.
I've lost myself in my quest
for love
so lost, sometimes powerless
deep down I know this isn't
love
and yet I still hang on
hang onto his false hope
thinking it is suppose to be
this way
hopefully one day I will find
myself again..
I have to, so I can show my
children a better way
then scars and swear words...
Show them the true meaning
of love without fear
We are
approaching 16 days of
activism for no violence
against women and children
which is an international
event commemorated in
South Africa as well. 25
November 2011 – 10
December 2011
©131120111821
I await your arms
even when you are in your office room
I don't interrupt
I know you are enveloped in your work too
But when I get done
with my own work
my first thought is of you
what are you doing?
Would you mind the intrusion too?
Should I pop on over?
Just to see if you are ready to eat...
Knock on your door
and interrupt that deep retreat
I know your inner sanctum
is a place you relax
A space all your own
you can ponder
your deepest thoughts
loose yourself in thinking
lay out deep quests
conquer your greatest challenges
plan out your sphere
I love hearing what you are thinking
your analysis of the paths
the complex ways you challenge yourself
the questions that have you wrought
No one else I know is pondering these
its like you are miles ahead
dealing with complexities
on things we don't even know to dread
[outro]
How did you become such an egghead?
I will never know
a real Point Dexter
And its not some act you put on for show
Its just you..
its what you do
Professor Mosh Pit
Mr deep analytical sh^t
How the hell did I meet you again?
Its a wonder I admit
So glad I did
So so glad I did
Lets get onto the next chapter
We have a lot to do
Just me and you
and the doodle do
gargoyles too!
Love you
[end]
“Our time belongs not for the choosing
Beyond all doubt, weathers yet withers all reasoning
I am only to speak from your unfounded sorrows
Serving the bearer, a beginning towards a beginning to every a morrow
A dream belongs in every reality, alike reality to belong a dream
Atween is where we stand, believing and disbelieving to seem
One’s thought reads uncertain yet eager to believe
Burning your every desire to seek for serene relief
And yearning in silence, fear awaits to be tempered
Comfort oneself where tranquility will eventually be heard
There is still much to learn before you can truly be awaken
For an end to begin is where truly lies the unforeseen distance
Remember well, naïve one… the call of yore awaits its bearer
Alike the fate of a faithful servant, awaiting his humble master”
I was mesmerized, rather mystified even
Of the language he utter, was of those an ancient tongue
With the darkness gone, I’m left torn and broken
How much more to be, might a fragile soul be left undone
As harmless as he may be, I shouldn’t be afraid
Only he belongs the dark creature of my delusive dreams
However absurd, I know it is a long while that he has to await
To finally appear before me, from darkness within
I decidedly named him from a book once read
‘The Askance’ being the bringer of forbidden enigma
He will return once more I gather, to have answers met
Till then, let the time of dreamless reality be afar
……………………………………………
If you ask for him long enough
The devil will come
Beneath your feet
I’ll lie and I’ll reek
Think of me and remember
The consequences
Of not turning thy right cheek
On and on, in search of a home I seek
Orphan grounded beneath your feet
Ask for the devil long enough
And I will come
Foster home to foster home
Trying to match my teeth
With marks from a pre-bitten wall
Clustered and alone
Never mind my posture, I’m grown
Beneath thy ark these journalist have rewritten my fall
This day today, this day yesterday
This day tomorrow, I will await your call
If you ask for him long enough
The devil will come
My peace is death
I’ll come again
I’ll come for your sins
Summoned by everyman
I give to you,
Your every materialistic wish
For there is nothing in all that I demand
An Oracle, ‘’ a cautionary tale’’
The man was called upon to help he went, heart full of love, not his own
but (put there) questions and laughter..are (you surely sent) then test the
spirits was a teaching the ‘‘executive Minister’’ applied, an overriding
rule his intent! Journey down to a little old hall, seemed to rub them up
wrong yet trying (to answer that call) started too early was often the slot
to preach, a new understanding of Christians this treatment did teach, as
the Deacon changed leaders amid small slights and large. Till late in 1991
the Holy spirit took charge..! Psalms 36 verses 1 to seven thru, (n k j)
taking this note to the executive was what he must do, and feeling in a
a condition of de ja vue, just wrote outreach name not feeling worthy
and not wanting to lay blame. 3 months later the Deacon saw red, took
a knife half cut off brother in laws finger a shame, step down the testing
preacher then said, still attending church meetings and opening halls
rolls 10 years on, & the full fulfilment now calls. His son argues with blood
uncle.. Ex-Deacon arrives kills this brother with a shotgun over another
he drives, also shoots him a no more (progeny shot) then he goes to the
slammer to await his lot.!
Copyright Joe Maverick 2011
For the Glory of God & ^Rick Parise’s Oracle contest, I see that this
Contest was not the idea of a man. But Rick is being used to set the
Stage to show Gods prophetic power, the above is a true story I knew
All of the people involved, I believe that this contest fits the saying
That all hidden things will be brought into the light, I have no
Personal knowledge of Rick, yet you would be forgiven for thinking we have
dreamed this opportunity up..! (I submit this work as Gods entry)
hello,
i am ready to be seen now
the bush shield is scabbing over
hello,
i am ready to explore now
the implantation fever is breaking
hello,
i am ready for all roads now
the butterflies with upset stomachs are now fully coated
hello,
i am ready to erase all the question marks now
the punctuation pacification has now been adequately bypassed
i am shaking the hand of all with the welcome mat smile
the tour guides of this new chapter threw away my bookmark collection
a gentle breeze blows as i take full responsibility for the previous abstract art i created
now comprehension is like the calming sound of a flowing water from a spring in the country
i skip rocks like a multiple choice inquiry and eagerly await the destination of the reply vie effervescent experimentation
this circle will not be broken this time....because THIS TIME GOD IS FULLY INVOLVED....