Long Bitterness Poems
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Braced to fight tough for triumph
Stockpiled testosterone
Fizzed bicarb in her bloodstream
Sucked bitterness alone
Flooded home, battle surmounted
Safeguard marshy roost
Maladvised maveric trudged pond
Stacking bags of no use
Swirling water swarmed by spiders
Fear erased from register
Starless, deserted street industrial
Duty lead dim endeavour
Depth defiantly rejected her efforts
Scream's echoing ignorant
Yelled "help" at selected emptiness
Six months pregnant Sigrid
Fortfied ego, throat sore, exhausted
Dry in her fortress upstairs
Concede agitated bruises encumber
Defences laid dull despairs
31st March
Dependence is not defeat
In Ankara and Moscow,
the ground is crimson red ~
a carpet spread on fields once green.
Life’s fluid, like red gold,
flows as scarlet runoffs into Ottoman rivers –
lifestreams of Rossiyane and Turks
spilled from their inner oceans.
Their bones ~
lifeless as strings of dead fish,
litter seas once full of life.
The tears of fatherless children fill the Black Sea,
their futures blown away with fury
by eastern winds.
Jerusalem bleeds from both ends,
wrecking balls thrown into homes ~
toys for corpses in silent graves,
on fields crawling with poisonous snakes,
ready to strike and kill.
Bombs care not which breasts they rip babies from ~
babies cling to lifeless mothers,
suckling the last drops of milk.
Yet the blasts never falter,
snuffing life from the babies too.
Homes in Gaza are occupied by disaster.
Dark clouds of war cover their skies,
rains mixed with volcanic dust of missiles.
Bitterness is worshipped now as religion
on both sides of the divide,
where though blood runs the same red,
the colour of faces matters more
when bombs rain upon their homes.
Again in Tehran, bombs fall as flying storms
upon homes,
raging fire sweeping streets
like a plunderer in the night ~
chasing orphans into mangled alleys,
searching for parents under piles of dead bodies,
while dodging rollercoasters of bullets
spinning daily.
The UN is dumb to bombs,
its sole purpose to oppress ~
letting untouchables keep their nuclear weapons,
breathing down weaker necks to keep theirs away.
The powerful keep getting more powerful,
the weak keep getting weaker…
to stop the world from writing its obituary while still alive,
or so they claim.
Yet each day, the world keeps bleeding.
But who will unbind these fetid wounds,
or must we rot into our end?
under pressure
am on a race
am on a high speed
on my line so fast
more than any fastest
runner you know
behind me are
alot contesters
also on a fast
speed
all to catch up
with me
yet am ahead of
them all so
under pressure
under pressure
am on a race
a race of all time
a race of the unbeatable
a race so deep
so am on my best
my speed they pursue
the pressure never end
as long as the race is on
behind me are
the life hunters
also on a high speed
to catch up with me
yet am ahead of
them all so am
under pressure
under pressure
am on a race
I can never give
up in this race
this race is for today
this race might continue
tomorrow
this race holds a destiny
this race holds a future
this race holds a reality
yet to be a reality
this race is spiritual
yet manifest physical
so am strong on my
ground
I can never strip
cos behind are
the originators of
the pressure I bear
they are also on
a high speed
just to catch up
with my star
yet am on my best still
under pressure
under pressure
am on a race
a race of the soul
a race of justice
a race of peace
a race so divine
a race with a revelations
a race worth running
so now am above vanity
in my mission
am about to hold the
rope of God
yet behind me
are the axes of the
devil
they hold bitterness
they hold no good
they are also on
a high speed
yet am ahead of
the tracks still
under pressure
My heart was broken, left in pain,
By a love, I thought would remain.
I gave him my all, my heart, my soul,
But he left me, like a discarded scroll.
I thought our love, would last forever,
But in the end, it turned to never.
I thought our bond, was strong and true,
But he left, without saying adieu.
Now I must pick, up the pieces,
And find a way, to mend these creases.
I'll heal my heart, and learn to trust,
And not give in, to bitterness and rust.
I'll take this pain, and turn it to strength,
And find the courage, for my own length.
I'll learn to love, myself again,
And not rely, on others' pain.
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Sun is in my eyes
Waiting for lamb without any fries
The potatoes have a crispy feel
After they were cooked and pealed
I move an inch and the sun gets block
While my seat stays warm and hot
Since the winter here is like an appetizer
With a small bite that makes us start up a fire
As the winter decides its ready to go
Only staying a spell, you know
Its bitterness took out a room and decided to be a guest
Making us bundle up in our finest wintry dress.
A cloud just stepped in
Making this one seat a win
It protected my eye
From the brightness in the sky
Patiently the dish I wait for
Before heading out the door
Here comes the Sunday dinner
from an animal that was sent to earth
to protect us from being a sinner
Shade has just checked in and turned things comfortably dark
To enjoy this weekly tradition that really hits the mark
After all the plates are clear
And having a feeling of nothing to fear
Since it was the lamb that went down
Smothered in gravy that was brown.
Time to prepare for tomorrow
With hopes of no Monday morning horror
But if adversity should arise
I will be armed since I had lamb without any fries
I opened my eyes to a new dawn
One which instilled in me the need to be rational
Pray, of what use is somersaulting over rogue waves
When these shall only bring me to my own death?
I opened my eyes to a new dawn
And felt it, the fluid of inner strength,
Invade the many veins of my heart
Why, life remains as she is,
A path laden with upright nails
With their sharp sides facing us
Expecting us to walk over her,
While filtering among us,
The most reckless and rash
Having the solid breath that is required
To be able to meet up with the expectations
Of the Truth that she hides behind her veiled skies!
I opened my eyes to a new dawn
And chose to thank life for everything that I own
Rather than fret over that which I yearn for
Pray, after all, I am sure she must be filled with bitterness
As she gets pricked by the arrows of unsatisfaction
That the whole of humankind throws at her!
I opened my eyes to a new dawn,
Swallowed the lump of pain that was stuck in my throat
And chose to conquer life, as she is!
As I draw back the needle
that familiar smell of alcohol
takes me back through the years
this cloudy substance
swirls like the emotions of mind
...I remember the smell
of rubbing alcohol as it mingled
amidst the scents of applesauce
cooking atop your stove
while you stood there
trying to steady yourself
on the walker, and wooden legs
the fresh basil and tomatoes
sitting on the counter
amongst the extra apples
I gathered that morning
as they laid scattered
atop the fresh fallen dew
I was so proud
as i sat there
sipping pastina
anxiously awaiting
for a taste
from your wooden spoon
I still prefer my applesauce
warm, unsweetened
just as memory recalls
I never saw you grow old
nor did you ever see me
grow past the age of nine
yet I have always felt you near
more so now
as draw back the needle
and inject it in my leg
I feel it linger
in the slow burn
like memories
I close my eyes
and see you there
needle drawn
beneath the scents
of rubbing alcohol
and applesauce
as it simmers
atop your stove
yet my lips
only taste bitterness
of fallen tears
as they tumble
through recollection
of past
August 7, 2019
NA Rerun Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Originally Written on August 1, 2019 for Cornucopia Cooking
the vivid channels of peace removes
the bitterness that would't survive
life with out peace on earth but on
one winter's night we get to smile
and forgive just for a little while
that one winter's night we settle for love
this last passionate winter's might
that makes the only wish for the baby tonight
is the only being who's words matter
shall bring the most joy sad with a latter
as the light shined so bright just right
while we dance in heaven thee three kings
as joy to the world brings kisses and hugs
for the time of giving felt more than one day
as the children laugh the muppet's sag
as the beautiful ballot of bells song just so
while the cold breeze warms you in a blanket
an imagination of closeness this winter's night
the vivid day of peace on earth you can say
for christ was born on chrostmas day
String of muffled gunshot let a mute howl be heard in the throat of heaven,
Sound of thunder hope with fear of death merry black white,
My sigh far away lost forgotten by death that keeps it alive forever,
Obsession crooked and alive atrocious ferocious precocious gentle as a velvet knife.
With a face of fear of life to leave as inheritance the forgetting of love,
Silent speech and an atheist holy idea an immortal woman dying eternally,
To descend from the sea into the depth of heights ample décor modest grandiose,
Comfortable unbegun end anode of longing of dying living in the agony of birth.
Come again suddenly my love from girlish love old young,
With kisses immaculate dirty hearth youth without old age aged,
And a death without whispers screaming silences always the same she ever-changing,
Yes your friend my bitterness sweet IT woman of chocolate bitter as honey.
The shot string sings death the deaf howl of life being born dying,
The thunder of desperate hope ignites my fear with the light of merry darkness,
My sigh near distant is lost found by living death that kills me,
The straight crooked obsession lives atrocious gentle ferocious tender precocious old.
The face of my feline puppy looks at me with courageous fear of dead life,
My lost inheritance is hated love mute speech faithful atheist idea,
The immortal woman falls into death from the heavenly sea of bare earth,
The past future unfolds in narrow ample décors in painful comfort.
My unbegun end continues to stop in the cathodic anode of longing,
I die living in the ephemeral immortality of the eternal moment that births me into death,
Come suddenly slowly my urgent slow love from the hated love of girl,
With your immaculate soiled kisses cold warm hearth secular eternal youth.
Death without whispers screams its silence always the same different perpetually new,
Your strange friend my bitter sweetness the IT woman of digital carnal chocolate,
My shot string sings the deaf howl of our dead living love,
In the silent thunder of desperate hope with happy fear of immortal life.