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Who, What, Where, When and Why

Who, What, Where, When and Why

Who are the people, that have touched your life in some way
Who are the loved ones, that inspire you each and everyday 
Who are those friends, that share their laughter every time
Who are the family members, making homecoming so sublime

What are your expectations, in each and every encounter you have had
What are your dreams, the ones that make you feel happy and so sad
What are your emotions, that envelope and consume your very soul
What are your revelations, the ones you reveal, that make you whole

Where do your thoughts go, when they are no longer of concern
Where do your emotions travel, when there is nowhere else to turn
Where do your pains carry you, when you feel each one has been earned
Where do your regrets find you, when you amass what you have learned 
 
When will you realize, that anger and hate blackens your very soul
When will you understand, that hateful words you say do take their toll
When will you decide, that change is needed if we are truly to survive 
When will you believe, that we need tolerance and love to keep us alive

Why do you continue, to do the things that you know are wrong
Why do you accept, the atrocities that you have seen for so long
Why do you allow, just to watch, do nothing and just let it all be
Why do you care, the events in this world are not happening to me

Take the time to answer these questions 

Who, What, Where, When and Why


Premium Member Scene From A Hill

The twilight brings a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves above me
where I sit on a hill overlooking a vast meadow
of purple asters and flowering orange butterfly weeds

I'll wait here to watch the sky change
from light blue gray to red and orange
   as the sun slowly falls 
behind a thin red-threaded horizon

where the first glimmer of a star appears
and the sound of crickets start their melody
shades and shadows dance through the meadow
as the setting sun begins to fade away
and a quarter moon rises in the northern sky

as the sky blackens stars become more visible
and the meadow has darkened
while fireflies start their nightly lamp-lighting
and the sound of frogs are heard in the distance
   telling me it's time to leave
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Encumber

I toss and turn sweat and burn
hellish nightmares rob my slumber
Deep and dark blackens my heart
for my soul less soul encumber
The devil's laugh mocks my mind
into the spider's web I struggle entwine
Falling hard into the sound
my armless body sure to drown
I scream and scream without a sound
for by guilty sins I am bound
Wake in fright
against the night
I shake cold but burn bright
staring into the haunting light
of demon eyes of ghastly fright
Every deed i did wrong
full in my ears sirens song
Into myself wrong
damn the night eternal long
Trapped in hole pitch black
begging for mercy that's lack
Slimy things crawl through me
I only feel but never see
Sleep shallow and conscious render
grounded into the devil's blender
Stale my body frail my being
encumbered by wicked dreams
Encumber
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Degradation

The crumbling of humanity is developing. 
Burglary, deception, and hubris are ubiquitous. 
Money is being earned by cheating. 
These areas are known to be perilous.

The vast majority of the cash is made in the wild. 
It's time to settle in the matured and infirm. 
Ravenous experts age their vigor after a while. 
Laborers are escaping devout neediness squirm.

Frantic individuals have weakened. 
Fellowship has no kin, just sex bind unify. 
Keeping guardians is an idea antiquated. 
Notwithstanding savagery, humankind decay.

The mutilation and murder of living persons, 
Assaulting, beating captives till they die or be deaf. 
They induce their casualties lives blackens. 
The cruelest rulers of the hells they bereft.

Psyche attacking compassion and adoring. 
Time talks just nibble and severity. 
Wild evil presences masked as a sacred being. 
Blamelessness in the midst of a corrupt divinity.

Virtue blurs to a deadly chase in the wind. 
No one realizes who prowls crimson vine. 
Is this acculturated? a pooled grind. 
Alert, my friends, inquire into thine.



Written: September 9, 2021

This or That, Vol 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Love Alone Real

Love alone real; that’s the road we take
Non-judgmental eye, embraces each soul
Bliss throbs beat in our heart; we are awake
The divine elixir, makes us feel whole

Life a game of cricket; we bat and bowl
It’s easy to grab but not to forsake
High time we rise, above ego spawned goal
Love alone real; that’s the road we take

Head melded with heart, tranquil like a lake
We ignore the hand, that some money stole
No one’s a witch, doomed to burn at the stake
Non-judgmental eye, embraces each soul

Within this dream world, we just rock and roll
Who are we, to apply on love a brake
Love gongs sound within; for us they do toll
Bliss throbs beat in our heart; we are awake

Conscience signals, when fickle mind does quake
Cleansing heart before it blackens like coal
Soma nectar flows; much needed soul shake
The divine elixir, makes us feel whole

Forgive and forget, as we play our role
Choose to heal in wounded souls, their heart ache 
Let’s relinquish urge to assume control 
We all are God essence; make no mistake
Love alone real

12-October-2021


Premium Member Closed Eyes

Their cries for help all go unheard
Society ignores them as being just strange birds
Because powerful men want to play with toys
Weapons of death are obtained by messed-up boys

We’re saddened by the stories on the evening news
Yet, gun control we refuse to choose
Lobbyists’ pockets are lined with blood-stained cash
Another SWAT team scrambles in a mad response dash

So macho men can go out and kill yet another deer
And false security be allowed in the house
School boys can go on a rampage near
And arguments lead to a cold dead spouse

The only civilized nation with no gun control
Has the highest rate of murderous crime
Each unnecessary death blackens our collective soul
As we close our eyes yet another time
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poetry Is the Remedy

i life
Reflections in the mirror increase resentment.
Tarnished heart pursues vengeful contentment
Disillusioned, you hide in fictitious make believe,
possessed by demons who purblind and deceive.
In your bogus twisted fabricated state of mind,
answers to your questions you shall never find.
Your fraudulent mask poses, deceptively concocted,
mocking with a grim masquerade you have adopted.

ii death
As your heart blackens with the absence of light,
Lucifer summons you closer, to his sheer delight.
Loved ones cannot save you from hell's burning heat,
there's nothing behind you but shadows of deceit.
Now that your toxic nature has begun to expire,
you can no longer suck energy like a vampire.
Nobody cares to listen to your forged confession.
There is only joy in the absence of your aggression.

iii after life
Pain like hungry howling wolves irritates skin deep.
After all this time, why do you sabotage my sleep?
Am I cursed that I see your silhouette in my dreams,
I'm struggling to ignore your torrid smouldering screams.
Why continue to haunt me like a vicious viper?
Firing shells of cyanide like a silent sniper.

iv remedy for change
I'm fortunate that my quill has become my shield,
for every wound, poetry is my remedy to be healed.
My ink is my saviour, bursting through my vein,
a catharsis for peace, as from hate I abstain.
© Silent One  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Hold My Gaze In a Drop of Dew

There is nothing left of life
 that death cannot resolve,
 times velocity spins on stolen lips
 and minute pieces of adamantine
 pierce the edge of soles
 worn with pain 

---- 

Right here,
 Where night and dawn merge
 the membrane strains
 cleaving, as shade blackens blue
 for mere milli seconds

Standing in the hollows of night
 still, watching forever shimmering
 in the shadowed corner of my eye,
 I, me, always a curious creature
 swallow bricks and mortar
 tasting truth 

In my head an orchestra plays
 the symphonies composed of my life
 strings wring my heart with melodies
 wrought in pain and self-loathing
 shame and eventual surrender
 to the beat 

But,
 in the beauty of renewal
 in the peace of your reflections
 I've wondered at the universe
 memorizing the mysteries unsolved
 ever tantalized neurons smashed
 awakening ever and over again 

Sleep has been a foreign land
 settled by the fortunate
 longed for by the tortured
 spirits of my mind 

Yet in these dark magnificent galaxies
 when snores softly sigh in peace
 or monsters haunt your dreams,
 I have watched millennia of mourning
 shatter the promise of darkness evermore,
 I wondered as sunshine held a drop of dew
 and as light of hope captured the ghosts of night
 banishing them forevermore, or until nights edge 

I am a watcher and a teller of tales
 Singer of forbidden songs and tragedy,
 downtrodden, I rose to fight again and again
 with a schizophrenic mind harnessed
 within the beauty of a single star
 and the promise of humanity
 in the kindness of a strangers touch 

Now at the end of all journeys
 my final battle lays in that
 which I know not, shackled
 that foreign land whisks me away
 again and again, dreams cease
 as moisture rolls from my brow 

---

Slowly, slowly, slowly
 winding down into nothingness
 Gently, gently, gently
 I will lay down your cries of grief 

My words aren’t never-ending
 my breath will someday cease
 Yet true beauty and wonder lies
 in the wondrous infinity of peace

just look into these eyes overflowing with pain
 know !! there will be an end, even that shall ease ...

Premium Member Life Is a Term Lease

This wreath is in your eidetic memory, yet you should live.
            Can you receive my lament, which is almost to happen?
There is no garland as I plummet, rattled by the sieve.
Died with you, can't revive, as you lie on plush and satin.
                        Earth collapses beneath its weight—why was it to be that way?
The words reflect that living beings are welcome today.
To read the stones, the lost will return home shortly to stay.
      The shade of gloom fosters a dark and virtuous decease. 
            Stashed spaceship shrines to scold scintillating stars in peace.
                        Among the outworn headstones, the moss knows the lease. 
There's a hushed quiescence here; no birds to chirp up or hive.
            The wind moans, the agony is veiled, and the heart blackens.
      Trusting that I would rest here, bereft of any rich ray.
            Leaving behind all my acrid-gained assets through a name cease.

Written: February 25, 2023

This poem form is the Fragmented Rhyme invented and Conceived by Constance La France. It has 14 lines with indentation, and a rhyme scheme, as follows: ABABCCCDDDABCD
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member ELYSIAN SCHEME

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spider spins opalescent thread 
before dawn's light has fully spread~ 
          loom of dew, a delicate bed.
               oak stretches in daytime heat,
     shadows gather ‘neath my feet.

midday light pools on forest floor,  
syrup-slow and thickening pour~  
          the clock licks seconds, nothing more. 
               wasp hums hymns in golden light, 
     butterflies flutter, winged flight. 

sky trades blue for burnt honey,
shadows puddle like spilled brandy~
          crimson spills through cracks, crows scurry.
               wind sings low then softly sighs
     day and night greet, compromise.

moths mistake lamplight for the moon~ 
umbra lengthens, sky blackens soon. 
          planets emerge, galactic runes. 
                sky bruises, darkness moves in. 
      stars perforate nighttime's skin  

the crows assemble, black and loud,
counting the day’s lost hours aloud~ 
          their throats full of day’s dying shroud.  
               pond drinks down the midnight moon,
     spits it back, lunar light strewn.

earth wakes then sleeps, cyclical rhyme~
          elysian scheme, God’s design.
Form: Rhyme

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