Long Beasts Poems
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I heard that you have many homeless souls
Hidden in caverns, some buried on your soil
I learnt that now you feel too much relevant
Your troops are void of true bravely
Oh,Cowards!
They would have tender ribs bent
Subtle skins bleed
Quiet hearts yell aloud,
They are now butcher of wills and aspirations
They have no soul of pity,
They feel strong but no integrity
Now of what yardstick is your emblem?
The soldiers to protect
Thesame idiots destroys without remorse
Have you forgotten,
You have flesh and blood
Like a burning coal
You are a blight,
a consuming scorch
To those who innocently seek refuge from you
In your yard's economy they relied
To us they are many
But to you few
Many they are with glorious dreams
And these gracious hearts you annihilated
Their sudden doom
You beasts! Orchestrated.
Lib' you are doomed
You called for this fisticuffs
We shall assail your unholy ground
If in my reasoning I am asked
To what grade will I have you classed
I will state with undiluted rage
You are a grade of useless animals
And none out of your multitude
Deserves the light of tomorrow's dawn
If one parson do exist in your vineyard
Or any exists who was conceived of woman
Or any of your cruel leaders
That sheds our blood and still stay bizarre
Or any innocent blood
From you sprout
I say to whoever is by your blood bound
shall all vanquish by the fire of war
Lib' shall have no abode
No place amongst us
Lib' shall be no more.
Have I ever told you about my friend,
a mechanic by the name of John?
Oh, the countless stories that he can tell
of the hunting trips that he’s been on.
He’s taken down many a whitetail,
but most people would be intrigued to know
about the time that Johnny tussled with
and then ate a god-damned Wendigo!
It happened about ten years ago,
up north in Maine’s ever-rolling green pines,
Johnny was up to bag himself a moose,
figured it would be one hell of a time.
But on his hunt he got turned all-around,
though he still won’t admit he was lost,
soon he had eaten all his beef jerky,
leaving him starving in cold, northern frosts.
It was then in this desperate state
that a bizarre sight came to his eyes:
A beast that stood on two feet, like a man,
though it towered, at least ten feet high.
It had clawed hands, and the greyest of skin,
on its head huger antlers spread, upturned,
its muscles were ropy, not an ounce of fat,
canine teeth sat beneath eyes that burned.
“Wendigo,”Johnny said at the sight,
calling up on all his folk wisdom,
a monster that natives once greatly feared,
a beast born out of cannibalism.
Some say they were men who ate fellow man,
and were then cursed with madness, living death,
others said they were beasts, roaming around,
every hungry for more human flesh.
Johnny could see, even from a distance,
that this monster had never been a man,
as the beast salivated, Johnny brought up
the hunting rifle, right into his hand.
He felt his stomach gurgle, still empty,
then looked at the monster in his way,
Johnny said,”Mythical creature or not,
when you’re hungry, a steak is a steak!”
He fired four shots, straight into it’s chest,
turning grey skin into a smear of red,
the monster looked shocked, more than angry,
then collapsed to the ground and lay dead...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
The dark night
harbored their evil intents,
and they struck swiftly,
like a hawk that robbed the hen of its chicks.
Their weapon of courage they lifted,
to cow the intrepid soul.
That night was your turn,
You, that is close to my heart.
You, my mettlesome hero,
became a pusillanimous man to save your head.
Then they bundled you into your car,
and drove you to the unknown.
It was like a dream to you,
but you knew the end wasn't near.
I was oblivion of your plight.
I didn't know you were having a ride,
with the marauding beasts at night.
But with just one little push,
they ended that scary ride
That little push then,
threw you to freedom,
freedom to live,
the life that is yours.
Freedom to feel,
the love that we share.
Freedom to live again!
Freedom to feel again!
Freedom to breathe
another breath of life.
24th August, '12
Just expressing what I felt after I heard the news about my husband's encounter with armed robbers right in front of the house. His car was snatched from him and he was driven far away from the house. He was later pushed out of the car while the thieves drove away. God saved his life and the car was later recovered.
The sun ascends with golden rays,
Blessing the earth on winter days.
Fields of green now turn gold,
Stories of harvest joy unfold.
Oxens plough the ancient field,
The seeds is what the farmers wield.
The pot is placed, the milk rises,
Bubbling under open skies.
''Pongalo, Pongal!'' the voices sing,
Gratitude flows for all it brings.
Let Kotravai bless us with golden crops,
Let Mariamma bless us with falling raindrops.
Oh, Bhogi flame, burn so high,
Carry our prayers to an open sky.
May your warmth in every heart stay,
Guiding us toward a brighter day.
For Bhogi is more than a festival's art,
It's the fire of renewal in every heart.
Surya, the giver of life and light,
We honour you on this sacred night.
With pots that brim with milk and grain,
We chant your name our hearts refrain.
Surya Pongal, a celebration divine
Of nature's bounty and gifts that shine.
From plowing the fields to guiding the cart,
These noble beasts play a sacred part.
Mattu Pongal, a time to say,
"Thank You" for the blessings every day.
On Mattu Pongal, Let our hearts unite,
In gratitude, pure and bright.
The sun above, the earth below,
Shine on us with love aglow.
Kaanum Pongal, a time to bless,
Our hearts, our homes and our success.
Together we stand, together we sing,
As the joy of Pongal continues to bring.
O Pongal, a festival of cheer,
A promise of bounty year by year.
With thanks we sow, with hope we reap.
In your warmth, out traditions we keep.
As rice hail down like snow in our palms,
Let the success be recognised by farms.
Once upon a forgotten age
Before the land fell into rage
A maiden sat upon a throne
A throne carved of coral stone
She wove a spell upon the seas
A spell carried by the breeze
That shall forever linger to
Protect her realm from beasts like you
And so the seas and winds revealed
Their guardians of foam and thunder
Tossing sand and rock asunder
They were to be the maiden’s shield
Yet still you sought to raid and plunder
Through her fields of awe and wonder
You beckoned the gods of heat and steel
And dove into the depths surreal
Useless were the guardians against
The legions of the iron crest
Then came that fateful morning
When the line of guardians was broken
And of the maiden survived one token
A single soul that’s trapped in mourning
A lonesome soul that chants and sings
Of what our senseless greed can bring
I feel that I’m climbing, while rocks they all fall.
Though I’m barely moving, at not even a crawl.
I keep to the shadows, under cover of night.
It’s only in daylight, where I truly feel fright.
there blinded by radiance, I’m stripped to the bone
that’s where my weakness, and flaws are all shown.
Renewed through the torment, like rising from ash
I picked up my burdens and I re-slung my sash.
I fought to be kneeling, I rose to my feet.
I realized my sorrows were only skin deep.
My eyes to the heavens, I scream out in pain.
I’m seeing it now, I’m the one to be shamed.
I’m forgetting the history, I lost all the plot
I Remembered what’s lost, truly is not.
Before I had battled or picked up this sword
You grabbed a guitar, and strummed this chord
Our lives are just music, some faster some slow.
Some songs go much higher, and others stay low
When the demons say, listen I need you to stop
they say you’re not ready, that you’re just gonna flop
Don’t linger in shadows, don’t dwell on the pain.
Cause someone much bigger just called you by name.
So rise from the ashes, slaughter the beasts
There’s one massive table that’s set for a feastm
A child was walking along the road,
the road from his home to the school.
He was walking to the school
early in the morning,
he has to walk six miles , to learn maths
and science and arts
and English and geometry and,
and the life, a life he never had,
in down pouring rains,
or under the burning sun .
He has to walk six miles
and he was twelve years old,
twelve years only.
He has to walk
in a road through a jungle with huge trees ,
with wild beasts and snakes ,
tigers and vipers and elephants ,
elephants who had lost their natural habitat
for the development,
The development of whom the boy did not know,
Not the father of the child,
nor the mother of the child.
And the animals were hungry and angry and wild,
the boy was also hungry,
he had no breakfast,
as nothing to eat in his home
And he had piece of bread last night,
with a piece of onion.
He was walking and dreaming ,
dreaming about not a luxurious life,
but about if he would have lunch today.
Then , they met ,
the raging wild elephant,
and the hungry child,
a child who was dreaming about
a lunch he had never before
nor he will ever.
Then the time stopped for a moment,
The earth stop rotating,
Then everything back to normal
Except the grieving life
of a poor hungry child.
We Warned You
Yes, we warned you about that pack!
Such vicious, life-threatening beasts
can capture you and bring you down;
and one by one, on you will feast.
You stay away from them, we cried!
Don't let them come too near your home.
Do all you can to chase them off
and then stay put, and do not roam.
You thrill in seeing them all lined
together as they stand that way,
all sleek and perfect in their form.
From them, you need to run away.
Yes, we warned you about that pack!
Their vicious threats seen days and nights.
They captured you and brought you down;
that killer pack...Marlboro Lights.
Sandra M. Haight
In the chasm of my mind
Where many tears have crystallised;
becoming stalagmites and stalactites -
To have had, and to have held;
To have lived, and to have died
To all life’s happenings, good and ill,
For restitution and solace now seek their place,
Many eyed beasts crave the crumbs of the waste -
wasted years, and scorn fed tears , they lay in the hidden caves of the recesses of my mind…
I will look up to the hills
And feed upon the sunrise,
My need is saturated in Your love;
I am bathed in Your light
And swaddled in Your cloak of righteousness
As Surely as goodness and mercy are at my side, I seek no comfort here,
for I am sustained by the fount of all blessings
And by the Eventide when I find myself at The Great River,
I will be ready to cross.
Naomi Rainbow