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Sighs yet again
a fold here,
a crease there
origami wings
that are limp,
drenched
looking pretty lonely and pathetic
under, that, crying, sky, , , ,
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It ironically fits well
into the day that is filled with cracks,
that spills into the evening----
s h a t t e r e d eggshells
that can't be beared to be buried,
only placed carefully with the dried leaves...
If only for a moment,
I keep my cradle of tears at bay,
as I let the moon do the weeping for me.
A mental tracking back
of the weeks, days, hours, minutes;
Let the scientist return to inference
Walk back to the time of hope and grief--
The dendrobium. The grasshoppers. The twisted bonsai.
Looking behind,
the footprints
are still there... . . . ..
Wash them away
with waves of laughter,
Erase all vestiges of me.
Forget I was ever here;
that should be easy
...I never meant much to you anyway
214a22801012016
This is a mash-up of sorts of several writes of mine. I stitched it up with some lines. Very rough, I know, just felt like squishing some of my writes & edits together.
The caricature of a gentleman, nameless, scorned,
The infamous savage of the famous street was wobbling:
Scruffy, shaggy, ruffed beared, tousled haired,
Disheveled,
there went the odious appearance, bumbling.
Soubriquet: lunatic, fierce, rowdy with murky torn clothes,
Was sitting stigmatic with grubby means,
Was teased and thrown stones,
To drive away from the decorous street!
He was spotted pitied with meagre chuck,
While feeding a destitute;
Taunting and sneering didn't perturb him,
Gave his share simpering, only to be starved!
The antithesis of savage, the man of the hour,
Silently paved his way then, bare footed tottering,
To be again the savage of the decorous street!
My Darling Mother,
How lovely you were as a new bride
Your green eyes glowed with pride
as you stood with Dad at your side
You shared my love for writing poetry
so as I sit in the shade of your pecan tree,
I write this as though you were next to me
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Seventeen and a city girl who married a farmer
without knowing one thing about being a wife.
I remember you telling me Dad was a charmer
and together you shared a hard but happy life.
I always admired the many things you did for me.
You listened intently when I had reasons to worry.
I know there were moments when we didn't agree,
but things worked out with a happy end to our story.
Your love for Dad and the three children you beared
was the kind of love every child needs so very much.
You made a home for us in which we always shared
your comforting affection; gentleness of your touch.
Mom, I hope you knew how much I looked up to you
and appreciated your help when my babies were born.
You had boundless patience showing me what to do
and never once corrected me in a voice full of scorn.
I'm truly sorry if I ever made you sad or caused your tears.
As a mother I know now what I must have put you through.
I fully understand your anxiety and your unnerving fears,
so with all my heart I thank you, Mom, just for being you.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
April 22nd, 2016 Francine's "Mom" Contest
Last hopes which lay
Flashing lightening and huge thunders,
And marching rain through blackening nights,
Sitting on top of shaking chair
With hopes of passing time under darkening nightmare;
Silent act of lightening candle
And sticking to the lonliness at stay
And wondering at the luminating shadows
Of Past reflections from the echoes of the wild;
An old hut with roof of rags
Through which rain still leaks;
Like life still at will of god
Still under silent interruptions of rain did i seek;
After the stage of reality will it cease,
The pain beared till now with hardened soul,
Like rain fully at it's roars
And sudden droplets that drenches one's soul;
Is it a pardonable act of raining life
Which adds sorrows to choose;
Will not the shower let stop ?
And song of life with light revealed;
Drinking water from old mug,
After relishing throat and let it go
A short sleep after thunder's rest
Till the next day had hits it's quest;
The memories of the last night
Almost forgotten with the sun's bright face,
Need to open up nests of birds at gay
To yell them to rise and gather food for the day;
Still to open up doors of cows from sleep,
With silent munching of greens and feed,
And dungs which lay of yesterday's need
To clean them, the vessels and water them fresh;
Still more chores at one's stake
With nature's face as one real make,
Need to cut the woods through forest's drape
And make a house as fit to make rain away;
Sons and daughters and wife on lands afar,
With one's days chores to post phone their closeness ajar
Still counting days from year to year
Won't there come a day when all would meet;
Like Sinking boat in crest i lay
With memories taken to wish good all,
Like swarming bees for gathering honey
There i lay with cries and exerts of olden days;
Grandchildren lay near the walls of home
Built with ones hardened work and expected soul,
All of them singing near my bed of sleep
That i might meet in several rush seconds to keep;
All was right when sensed in positive sense,
And all was wrong when at wrong delivery
This life which lays one quiet
At last, worn out like rain and day;
I thought for a moment that
he never felt the PAINS,
When he beared the
burden of our guilts and
STAINS.
You can't imagine what he
went THROUGH,
for him to wipe away all of
our sins THROUGH.
You can't imagine the
whole of the SHAME,
when he left all his fortunes
and FAME.
His head was punctured by
THORNS,
and his body was tortured
untill his cloth was TORN.
They put the nail throught
his hands and FEET,
even as his imaculate and
pure heart BEAT.
He cried out all of tears
from his EYES,
untill his eyes were as dry
as ICE.
They piassed his palm to
the STAKE,
For all of human SAKE.
He didn't have to do it, but
he did it ANYWAY,
for us to change from our
evil WAYS.
He really love us so much
that he took our PLACE,
In sacrificing himself for the
whole of human RACE.
He died for our sins as if
he's the ONE,
in expense of our freedom
cos he WON.
He was humilated in front
of MANY,
And as dejected by MANY.
They gave him the heavy
cross to CARRY,
with so much hatred and
MOCKERY.
He was whipped and
scourged so HARD,
that his screems can be
heard from 10 YARDS.
The stood there at calvary
and watch him DIE,
After all the false
accusations and LIES.
Even when he screemed '
IT IS FINISHED',
The whole world knew that
' IT WAS FINISHED '.
His blood paid that great
price for our SINS,
For us to be free from our
guilt and SINS.
He died bearing the burden
of our INIQUITY,
for the betterment of the
world and all HUMANITY.
It wasn't easy for him to do
IT,
But at d end, it was worth
IT.
Written: October 11, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Craig Cornish
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The obsolete stone fort stood ubiquitous and ominous,
a layer was full of tales and osmosed senses.
Towers cast a silence that weighed on my chest—
as the wind whistled through castle slits,
It slid past the slumped ramparts.
Wet clay—damp air sighed in the gaps of dawn,
cold beared my step, which felt both cruel and vast.
Fear and solitude were etched into every wall~
yet my will flared, torchlike, in my gaze.
This castle—whether chosen or not—is my refuge,
The roof evokes nostalgia yet lacks warmth—
I recall sunshine seeping over willow trees,
The stones convey the idea of fortitude.
Life must follow me from hollow halls—
to chambers where my pulse dares to echo.
It ought to linger where apathy holds no sway~
quench your thirst from the dark wells of lust.
Shape a shield from the void that wraps us,
It is dotted with heirlooms, built bare of love,
and grasped tightly in the inferno of despair.
I see the pain in your eyes,
i see their hatred in
disguise.
I can feel the pain hidden in
your pride,
and i can see nobody by
your side.
I can see your face been
masked with fears,
and i can taste the salty
solution of your tears.
I can feel the anguish
running in your vains,
and i can hear your cry
through your pains.
I can see your terror in your
past,
and i can see your smile
that didn't get to last.
I can see the path where
you failed,
and i can see the truth and
why they lied.
I can see the reason why
you went astray,
and i can see your terrors
all in array.
I can see your anger each
time you cry,
and i can feel your
faustration each time it
didn't dry.
I can feel all what you can
feel,
that feeling of an aching
kneel.
I can gather the pieces of
your broken heart,
and your hopes that has
been torn apart.
I feel your miseries that
hunted you through the
night,
and i can see why it took
away your light.
I can see why you've been
blinded by lust,
and why it feels so cold like
frost.
I can see the ageing in your
age,
and i can feel the range in
your rage.
I can understand why you
beared all these crosses
alone,
even when you have
someone that will never
leave you all alone.
I can see you are on a
mission,
on the lonely road of
destruction.
I can see your future in the
hand of fate,
and why it makes you irate.
I can see your face down in
shame,
when you got no one to
blame.
I can see your soul sinking
in sin,
where all what it can hear is
a loud din.
For every thing happening
today,
you don't know where to
run or stay.
No matter how hard you try
you can't run away from
your tomorrow,
cos it looks as good as a
broken mirror
MY MOTHER
When I look into the past,
I remember my mother's fast,
She keeps giving us food,
but not let herself eat it,
and ask me to have it,
she never show her tiredness,
to keep us happy she show her face painless,
she sleeps sleepless nights,
everyday for us she keeps fights,
she fight with sun,
in whch her skin gets burn,
she fight with rain,
in which she hides her pain,
she fight with cold breeze,
but don't let us freeze,
in her arm,
i feel warm,
and don't get me any harm,
her problems doesn't bother her,
but my sickness worry her,
she forgot her illness,
for my fitness,
my mother is iron lady,
for us she is ever ready,
she lost her own dreams,
only to fulfill my dreams,
she is one who hold my hand,
since then she is my best friend,
she taught me to walk,
she taught me to talk,
she can understand my inner chords,
when i was scared,
she has to beared,
when i screamed at night,
she hug me tight,
from her i can't hide my pain,
knowing this she is vain,
she is my angel,
who knows my every angle,
she is my strength not my weakness,
she can see my deepness,
when she comes to her stirckness,
shows herself emotionless,
and like us shows her stubborness,
but still she loves me alot,
cares about me a lot,
my mother is my guide, my friend
and a precious gift from god to me..!!
LOVE YOU MOM!!
In the darkness of the night,
while the world lies in slumber deep,
and the full moon shines bright
our memories are yours to keep.
Longing to hold us, a pain to ease.
You take upon yourselves not to cry.
Craving for the past to be freeze
But each breath whispers goodbye.
Powerless, your tears come any way.
You light a candle in good fate,
in hope we will meet again one day.
Our spirits aches your heavy weight.
Oh, how we wish to bear your pain,
To shoulder your anguish and fears
To shield you from this storm’s chain
and turn your tears and into cheers.
In your grief, there is a ruler at hand,
which murmurs in the darkest night,
God's vast love, does understand,
and our souls found his eternal light.
For the Man of Sorrows, bore it all,
He takes our wounds and shame,
He beared the sting of death, the heavy pall,
so to forgive and heal our broken frame.
Dear moms and dads this is where
the shadow suffering ends,
by seeing the break of dawn beyond the grave,
In God's embrace, your pain and sorrow mends,
And in His love, your weary hearts He'll save.
Though we can’t remove your anguish to relieve,
Or take the cup of sorrow from your lips,
we find our solace, in the truth we cleave,
That Jesus also holds you by His fingertips.
So when your tears fall like gentle rain,
trust in Him, who walked this path of grief,
For in His sovereignty, you can find again,
A hope that blooms an eternal belief
Know we rest, in arms divine and strong,
Your suffering exchanged for our endless peace,
In heaven's choir, we sing a joyous song,
And in God's love, your aching hearts can find
release.
Once mislead by a cowardly snake impostor
Who only beared name of your possessor.
When you told me you have his spirit within,
I realized that for you the veil is so thin.
"Now you have the real Nagaraj, within me."
And that confirmed Shiva is also with me.
For they say when I meet the serpent king,
It means Shiva is near me, always helping.
I fondly wondered if Nagaraj has a wife,
And it makes me think: in every previous life,
You and I are simply reincarnating deities,
I follow you throughout all of the eternities.
I learned his wife's name is Nagalakshmi.
My own birth name means "of the sea,"
Matches her being embodiment of ocean.
Indeed, I am your poison's antidotal potion.