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To Get Or Not To Get
by Odin Roark
To be
Or
Not to be
May not be the question
For is it not nobler
To suffer slings and arrows
Of outrageous fortune
In order for empowerment
To discover one needn’t
Take up arms against a sea
Of troubles merely to oppose them
But to manage them
Might outrageous fortune’s only reward
Be to die
To sleep
To realize the rub?
For in death by riches
What dreams may come
Atop one’s mortal coil
Having been shuffled off?
Such must give us pause
To get or not to get
Begs solemn discretion
And being prudent
Of what we ask for
May allow our satisfied needs
To serve well our bearing of ills we have
Rather than fly to others
We know not of
Soft you now fair holiday—nymph
In thy orisons
Be all my bafflement remembered
Ebon bafflement descended
from the Sun-bleached sky;
A penumbra of illuminated lies,
this world needs to be reprimanded;
A joyous ballet of obliteration;
Fooled by the doe eyed sweetheart,
they stare into dank rotting art
disguised as impending salvation;
Wearing cheap plastic glasses,
the audience so easily led by a trend;
Commanding naked eyes ideas ascend
delaying the hypnosis of the masses;
Temporarily deprived of the norm,
blindfolds serve as a wake call;
So begins a civilization’s cleanup,
reform is now the one playing hardball;
Magnetic pull of a weary shadow,
that bold charisma brings a brief pause;
Evolution echos a bright ring of applause,
with understated yet monumental flow.
Attending school was never an option when the empty drum echoes the song of yearning grains, trekking the lanes with bathroom slippers that awaits a welcoming party in the municipal waste truck while idanuwa na zubar da kwalla.
Bafflement grips me when some sit in their Sunday best with glossy heels kicking a storm for not getting steak when tuwo miyan kuka is served.
Wai mai duniyar nan ke zama ne? The rich are becoming richer and the poor, poorer. Wai fa we can no longer spare a Kobo for the sick and weak when aljuhun mu na zuba. Ni ban ce kudi bata yi ba, wealth is everyone's dream amma sparing little for the needy too is good.
One day when the sun seemed hotter than hell,
at lunch, pre-teen Goldibear started to yell.
"Who's fixing my sandwich, who's warming my soup?
and ice cream! I want a really big scoop."
This day, no one heard her cries for service
by twelve-thirty or so, Goldi got nervous.
I am hungry, alone; I need some food;
someone has left me in a monster mood.
She tried unlocking the door to her room
blinded eyes saw a note, NEVER PRESUME.
What's the meaning of this strange bafflement?
The door wouldn't budge, her patience was spent.
She screamed, she cursed, and went to the shutters;
they too were shut tight, her heart now in flutters.
Then she heard a dog barking, BE CIVIL.
Could this be a clue, puppy-talk drivel?
She suddenly recalled a set of keys
in her chest of drawers. Thinking OH PLEASE!
"I'll bet one of them fits my door or the window."
You guessed it, the keys? locked in her bureau.
Starting to cry, remembering Grandma Gray's
good advice: "In a pinch, a wise man prays. "
Beside her bed, getting down on her knees,
Goldi asked for help; God showed her the keys.
He told her of kindness, mercy and grace;
these are three keys which open up space
when we cannot see our own selfish mood.
Bedroom door opened, Mom's there with some food,
saying, "Dad must fix your door, it gets stuck."
Light blazed through the window, signing good luck.
Goldibear hugged her mom with one more prayer
of help for her temper which needs repair.
October 4, 2021
Contest Name: This or That, Vol 7
Hysterical Blindness
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Make laughter out of bafflement
And meet the wind as dawn arises
Watch for signs when day declines
It tells a truth that will not lie
The sun will rise, the sun will set
It comes and goes with no regret
Some things will change our restless world
But be assured upon the dawn
Upon the dusk we can depend
Assurance comes with every sun
It comes again, and then is gone
What we have captured in our hand
We must release, and let it go
And when the swallow comes in spring
Homeward bound, precisely honed
You'll know again all things will come
Some will stay, and some must go
A perfect plan is on the wing
And when the geese appear in fall
To feel how certain is the call
Assurance comes with timeless voice
Southward bound without a doubt
Make laughter out of bafflement
Meet the wind, face the sky
Lift the doubt and lift the eye
Sinking in sweltering fire
Angst rooting me to the spot
This denial-- feeding the liar
I swim in no emotion...much like a robot
Drunk by the flooded regret
Many the times you refuse my offer
All the time you refuse it, it forms a flood; masked with a tidal suicide
Your hoarse whispers refusing my cries
Wanting the best of my anger
Afflicting bafflement and torture
To a headstrong form
You wicked witch,
You could never burn, can you?
Sweep me to your wicked plans
Gaining witchcraft to burn out our limits
Your encompassed spells makes us endure to your power
Your melting desire-- a sour,
Despicable sense of pride in your presence
Devours the paralyzing thoughts materializing into evil paradise
You wicked witch,
Could you ever burn, you cruel elder?
Your on the other side,
Tripping on eruptive highways
Led astray by the senseless tide
Materializing into erupting paradise
Catch me in your web;
get out of your corner, killer spider
Drooling acidic lies on the pavement
Led astray by fetching fatality in your entangled snare
You already agreed to
refuse my offer
Uncooperative in your
bogus decisions
I gave up persuading you to go the opposite direction
But your bogus arguments
Take advantage of my offer
And shriveled it in its denser reasonings
I'm a flaw to your
sun-drenched heart
I want to be apart of your belongings
Tell me I'm not
rotting in denial
You already agreed to
refuse my offer
Uncooperative in your
stranger decisions
Your amusing, foolish girl
You have a giving heart
But yet you'll refuse my blissful offer
Mock my presence, foolish women
Remain a rueful scoffer
Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions
They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”
Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!
They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”
Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving
They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?
“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
“Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”
Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery!
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly –
Their lack of optimism and gratitude
Buried them down in captivity
How can you bear their poverty?
How can He save them from destruction and pity?
They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…”
Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!
The eyes I have do not amount to the things I see.
Amidst the blinding lights, I suffer from the intensity of existing.
My eyes are merely a tool to complete my appearance.
I see what I see if and only if the girth in my soul allows me to do so.
In this wonderland of far-reaching dreams, my eyes betray me.
Eyes of supposed sight fill my pondering mind with endless visions.
Now my soul has intertwined with my eyes to make me see you.
In this wretched dreamland, I get
lost in the supposed sight provider of yours.
The endless haze of uncertainty radiating from you petrifies me in the place.
This is a dream! It has to be nothing but an absurd dream. How else would this superficial sight provider amount to such depth in a person?
How in all sense of truth does such a perfection exist within the confines of my vision?
This is the absolute torment that was waiting for me.
This tomfoolery of getting lost in such depth with a foreign feeling kills me.
If only I could hypnotize you to conceal that forest of eyes from me.
If only I had subjected myself to being invisible, to forsake these feelings.
But if that came to pass, how would I have been able to gaze upon such perfection that makes me go breathless?
This bafflement is nothing but the games of a soul, and I am nothing but a slave to this contradicting soul.
Due to community quarantine enforcement
along social distancing detachment
our faculty meeting of task-assignment
went virtual via technology’s involvement
midst great excitement, anticipating joyous fulfillment.
Since such was first-time engagement
we strove not to be shocked by technical puzzlement
as we burst with laughter of merriment
in noticing each other’s physical development
obviously showing weight-gain and wellness-enrichment.
Starting with expressions of caring endearment
like “you look so blessed this moment…
in your stress-free environment…”
we all basked in warm fellowship of sight-hearing empowerment
not minding intervening communication-bafflement.
Then after the opening prayer marked by sober predicament
we noticed that we were not in sync with our agenda document
while modern “apps” became source of interesting argument
challenging the not-so complicated techie-sentiment
most of us cherished with simple faith's contentment.
Alas, we found ourselves seeking to be rescued from ignorance-torment
receiving this-and-that instruction of millennial comment
until told that time expired, so we must apply for another segment…
making us admit our need to learn social media’s fundamental rudiment
to be guarded from becoming crazy over teleconferencing impediment.
We thank God* that we were all in agreement
to meet again face-to-face, but not through internet-employment
for educational pursuit discussion, like students’ enrollment
especially that we are encouraged to use “on-line” settlement…
oh, how we beg for the Lord’s wisdom and enlightenment.
*2Thessalonians 2:13 …We are bound to give thanks alway to God…
August 21, 2020
3rd place, "Craziest Time At The..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger; judged on 9/27/2020.
I saw your cowardice hand time and time again
But I studied non-observance in an attempt to mask the pain
Why? Why? This was the preeminent question
Bafflement met by discernment, now overwhelming frustration
Throw and hide, throw and hide, Now, what an insidious plot
To think I'm the ineffectual kind, ooh, I think not
Only when the light is too bright does one need shade
Oh lucky you, you have a pair that's homemade
My silence was sadly mistaken for weakness
What you failed to see or comprehend was quiet strength guided as meekness
A beaming source of light
Walking on purpose and leaving the night
Sweetly into the days, I go
Far, far away from frenemies and foes
Onward to my beautiful, WHY
I'm so excited, I can't tell a lie
But now, I digress from all this child's play
I got big fish to fry, so I'll be on my way