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So many sick rivers
Of pain, shock and shiver
Flow from longstanding wounds
Of soul-chopping depression that surround
Many islands next to you and me
As a consequence of the malady
Our development system is trapped in
Because of the flaws within
In Kolkata the other day
Collin in sheer dismay
Accepted the unacceptable truth
That his son cannot have the fruit
Of higher education in a star college
As he cannot afford the package
He could have been
Another Stephen Hawking
Phillip in Nairobi
Is forced to lobby
With corrupt controllers of the system
For his free cancer treatment
Nevertheless stays encumbered
His days are numbered
He has no wherewithal
To go to a better hospital
In Mexico
The blue sky of girls destitute
Get imprisoned in dark cells
No, actually sheer hell
Of flesh trade
A huge global population Is demented
The world is fragmented
Gravely disproportionately
Right from the ages of amoeba
Till today’s human ova
Trees are stripped of their bark
Stark naked a major part of the world
In frustration I sometimes do scream
Nevertheless dream too
For a perfect world
Enabling all to unfurl
Leaving none deprived
Of a health-packed miniscule yellow sun
On every breakfast dish
And no hashish
May be it will take
Many more centuries to make
An even ground
For Prometheus unbound
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From the high deck, gazing far away
The southern sky, the clouds arrayed
Passing overhead in summertime
Stirring up dreams with open eyes
A warm wind sweeps across my face
The wild doves have left their place
Carrying with them joyful songs
Seagulls enjoy the sky all day long
The sparrows forget the green land
In the shade, they form a noisy band
The birds enjoy the sky of freedom
Unchain the neck, life is awesome
The blue sky without borders smiles
Men and birds can enjoy a free sky
Pursue the living creature’s goal
Earth has given freedom to each soul
After you go to New York, Chicago and Kansas City
After you are sick of people crowding you, and not being able to think
Get in your car and drive until you get to the clearest air you ever breathed.
You are now in Montana, where you can go fly fishing or climb up a mountain.
If you prefer to walk around in the wilderness, you are in the right place.
We drive two hours to see another car, and everyone shares their property.
So just find a spot you like, pull off the highway and take a walk about.
I have to warn you someone might come by and they will offer to help.
Just tell them you wanted to watch the eagles and the baby blue sky.
At night time, they will not stop because they know what you are watching
You are mesmerized by the number of stars we have out here.
Montana has ten times the stars other places on the planet have.
Where you can hear the silence, and you know there is a God.
You will not see cowboys or campfires, because they keep that stuff to natives.
Unless they have too much to drink, then they might come by and offer to take you home.
I have gone home with them before, and it can be rather fun at first
But when they start shooting for fun, it is time to hightail it back to your car.
Do not wear a fake cowboy hat or faux cowboy boots in Montana.
Enjoy the air and the stars, and concentrate on how great the silence is.
I have the words
they are always swirling in my head
but right at this moment
I cannot catch one
not a single lovely word
they are playing a game with me
a game of hide and seek
I am lost in a sea of words, words, words
those words that can be so beautiful or weapons
words that have left scars on my poetry
dreamy sweet words of love
my heart is swelling with tears
sometimes my words just come unbidden
and drip from my pen like a flowing river
but when under fire I am word tied
my mind is holding on
oh do give me words for a deep blue sky
or lush emerald forest
let go of my words and let them flow, flow, flow
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October 4, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Under Fire To Create
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1068-031-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Playing with Words under Fire
Sponsor, Caren Krutsinger
Fourth Place
Yes, I built a boundless blue sky
For me and my fancies to fly
Countless cotton candy clear clouds
Flying in flocks like swimming doubts.
Yes, there lightning flashes thunders
When my mood do stupid blunders
Dropping snow, showering bright sun
In a day as mind wishes fun.
Pouring rain and swirling wind blows
When my thoughts and reactions rose
But my sky go moonless at night
As my eyes close ending star sight.
Yes, 'll let your ship fly my zone
When mind merges singing same tune.
Honorable Mention in BRIAN'S CHOICE A,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
The New Year has come wafting on the wings of winter
The high latitudinal areas of the northern hemisphere
Would be in the grip of frequent snowstorms severe
Throwing life in desolate isolation and out of gear.
The cold wave sub-zero conditions of deprivation would persist
In many sections of population for in poverty they can’t subsist
Who wouldn’t see for long the sun of subservient survival
Through the dense fog of abject abandon and rueful refusal.
The frosty winter nights would fall with wrath
Making many frigid who would seek introvert warmth.
After the winter haze clears the weather would change
The spring would develop many high pressure regions
In the lives’ atmosphere of the aspirant people
Living in the spreading mist of uncertain future climate
With the hope of clear blue sky and sunny temperate days.
They have to brace for the increasing ambient temperature
In the thermal islands in the wake of global warming true or not.
The fanatic heat waves in the summer of discontent
Could blow dust of hatred in the raging desert storm
Might sweep like nimbus cloud across the tormented humanity.
The overcast monsoon sky may fall asunder
After unpredictable cloud burst one after another
On gloomy minds plunged in the trough of depression.
They would sink in the flood brought by heavy rains
In low pressure areas where mental stress would deepen despair.
Hurricanes and tropical storms would spin on trade winds
Wreck havoc bringing misery to many
For they would make landfall on the helpless people of destiny.
The cirrus clouds would slowly clear
The low atmospheric disturbances would subside
As the autumn would arrive sailing on the northern wind
With nip in the air and prospect of bright sunny days.
The occasional gusty winds of the fall
Would blow the broken brown leaves away
The way welted thoughts of the mind
Get swept by the squalls of fast moving times.
The old year would take our agony and dreams
Across the winter to the cold folds of another New Year
And we would wait for yet another spring another time
When our lives would bloom like flowers.
January 7, 2018.
In a world where everything glimmers in a play of lights,
The girl with diamond eyes steps forth like a shooting star into the night.
With every gesture she makes, she leaves sparkling trails on the city streets,
A goddess of time, with diamond hair that whispers forgotten tales.
Beneath her brocade cloak, with hues of emerald and azure,
Lies a hidden universe, with wheels of silver and dream.
Every movement, every smile, every flutter of her lashes,
Is governed by a machinery that makes her seem so ethereal.
In her heart, where feelings and beats should reign,
A hummingbird flies, with mother-of-pearl wings and vibrant colors.
In this hummingbird, in a small hidden nook on the fourth floor,
There I am, dreaming the world through her shining diamond eyes.
From here, I gaze upon a blue sky, painted with clouds of plasticine,
Where the sun and the moon dance an eternal, cosmic waltz.
On the city streets, the taxis are made of cinnamon and spar,
And limousines glimmer under the rays of a porcelain moon.
But amongst them, like an apparition, the girl with diamond eyes weaves her way,
With her hidden mechanism, making her seem so graceful, so tender.
Each evening, she crosses the grand boulevard,
Her diamond hair trailing streaks of stars and comets.
And every night, I lose myself in the dream of this world,
Where everything is possible, where magic intertwines with reality,
Where the girl with the diamond eyes is the queen of my dreams,
And I, a mere tenant in her heart, view the world through her magical luster.
The moon was still shining bright and…as the sun rose…they began to play…and I felt blessed I was there to witness the birth of a new day.
Last nights rain clouds, now empty, still lingered in the sky…as pelicans and ibises and starlings sailed by.
The moon began to dim…her nightly job she knew was done…as she happily relinquished the day to her partner and good friend…the sun.
It’s as if the moon had turned around…in search of her next night…bidding a fond farewell to the clouds and their canvases of white.
The clouds, for their part, were happy to join in on the fun…they stood tall and proud and ready…to be painted by the sun.
The sky…only a moment ago infused in an ebony black hue…began her metamorphosis into a cerulean sky blue.
With the blue sky as her backdrop…the sun without constraints and with a brush on every ray of light…she began to paint.
She painted fast and furiously…each cloud constantly changing like the colors of a flame…and I thought…how amazing she’s been painting since the dawn of time…yet no two paintings are the same.
Her paintings are ephemeral…at the beginning of each day…and each new brush stroke…each new painting…took my breath away.
I became aware of the silence…how all the noise around me suddenly decreased…
and at how the morning breeze…in that same moment…suddenly had ceased…
And it occurred to me the Earth was also watching the birth of a new day….
and just like me…the wonders she was witnessing…took her breath away.
Hearts racing, feelings breathe a silent sigh
Moonlight falls soft on spirits with insight
Melting the brilliance of summer’s blue sky
Silencing worries with hope, faith and light
Gentling promises of love, clear and bright
Souls kiss flames of inspiration, a flash
Strolling through the rain, listen to the splash
Exuberance flows alive deep within
Paving the way for love’s success, a smash
Compassion that assures trust will begin
Agendaless Exuberance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
I used How Many Syllables to count syllables
October 30, 2021
The sky is blue, so please do not lie.
If it is not, then we shall all die
Like Sampaguita when it is burned:
Its white petal is life; ash is death.
Stay thin, O cloud above the Earth,
So seeing the color is not hard.
Being low is not humility
When other lower eyes cannot see
The real colors of the ones that fly.
It is a wall of divisiveness.
Stay thin, O cloud below the sky,
So that the Earth can see real blueness.
But you are made of the way you are.
You could not hear the voice from afar.
The science of skepticism
Runs through your veins like the human blood,
Develops objectivism
Of how sky's hue may be understood.
As knowledge thickens, so does your doubt.
You hide the blue sky at day, O cloud.
You pretend to be stronger than wind.
But you fall down in the form of rain.
Many lower eyes you made blind
Now see that the sky is blue again.