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"While the sufferings of the poor majority remain unknown to the world, the achievements of the rich minority are trumpeted to all" ~By Poet
The heavens grew darker with rain clouds
The day looked like a misty shroud
Soon rain pelted down, whiplashing
Lightning unleashed its lethal rapier
Brandishing the flaming steel across the skies
Thunder growled and rumbled
Like a giant stamping in rage
Causing vibrations like seismic tremors
Sending fear through every nerve
Men sought shelter in the shade of trees.
Some ran to the shelter of roofs
Sound of wind whistled and boomed
Trees arched and shook, leaves flew about
Unceasingly the sky wept in torrents for days
As the men grumbled on being shut indoors
I heard the plaintive ballad of the homeless
Victims in the hands of an unknown fate
Their sighs fated to die out in their own smoldering hearts.
They live unknown with languishing identity,
To wrestle with the dark unknown
To die unknown and to lie under the sod unknown!
April.17.2023
Writing Challenge ‘U’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
There is an ancient oak, outside some hallowed ground:
The hanging tree, once struck by lightning bolts, seems dead -
Its trunk is hollowed out, yet leaves can still be found,
Just like a corpse with hair that’s growing on its head.
I have a tale to tell - it’s from my long gone youth,
And that decrepit tree was looking strong and stout.
It sounds a silly tale - I swear it is the truth -
Though in my younger days, at times, I had my doubt.
Once, in my courting days, I walked home in a storm,
And heard the village clock, that chimed the midnight hour.
As lightning forked, I longed to be home, dry and warm.
I wasn’t drunk nor had my faculties turned sour,
But in a flash, I saw a figure in that tree -
Distorted, hideous, a hanged man’s purple face -
And yet more lightning showed it crystal clear to me.
As thunder boomed, I ran as if to win a race.
Another flash of light and I was not alone:
The hanging man stood there, thick rope around his neck.
I shivered, swore and shook, afraid, chilled to the bone,
And recognised the man: the killer Nathan Beck -
I’d seen him hanged to death, a year ago that day.
He said, ‘I swore revenge, I knew I could come back.
‘I’ll get my vengeance now, and you will have to pay.’
He put the noose around my neck, the rope still slack.
The noose was getting tight, he dragged me to the tree,
Attempts to fight no good, as though I were a child -
I cursed and kicked and punched, while struggling to get free.
I fought hard for my life, the thunder ever wild.
My life flashed by my eyes, a man about to die:
I thought of family and of my sweetheart June.
And sturdy young man that I was, began to cry.
(I nearly fainted like a maiden in a swoon).
In blinding flashing light, I found the Devil near.
He smiled and looking proud, he beckoned Beck to him,
And Nathan Beck was gone - I won’t forget that leer.
I must have passed out then, my memories are dim.
I came round in a daze, beneath the burnt out tree,
The noose was gone. It was a cloudless dawn that day.
I saw two farmhands grin. They shook their heads at me.
‘Too much to drink last night,’ I heard one laugh and say.
Nineteen Years Ago
By Franklin Price
09/11/2020
Nineteen years ago today, the tall twin towers fell.
Hijacked airliners hit them and turned them into hell.
High above Manhattan streets fires began to rain.
Just a short time later only rubble would remain.
Victims trapped above, who did not want to die by fires,
Chose to jump and take their chances, from those giant burning pyres.
First responders rushed inside, those towers that were boomed.
Many did not come back, hundreds of those heroes doomed.
We the People came together as we did for World War two.
There were no axis powers. What were we supposed to do?
The world forever changed that day. What was that terror for?
No country to go fight against. No place to fight a war.
Iraq seemed like a likely place, to go and fight the fall.
Bad intel, said mass destruction, could be found there after all.
We went and kicked Iraqi ass. No mass destruction there to see
Hussein was hiding in a hole. We hung him from a tree.
The terrorists not in Iraq. Afghanistan could be their base.
The Russians had no luck there, so we went and took their place.
We found and slew Bin Laden, who was terror master then,
Others came to take his place, we killed them and their men
We still are fighting over there, in those lands so far away,
Our soldiers and our money, being spent there every day.
The terrorists still fighting. We must convince them to refrain,
To protect our homeland from them, so they never come again
Must now look within our country, look up close and not afar.
Since those nineteen years have passed, how we've gotten where we are.
We've torn ourselves asunder, made a farce of Washington,
Allowed the terrorists among us to take our liberties and run.
Trample on the constitution, disrespect our flag that flies,
Remove the God, in whom we trust, the One that they despise.
Do not want to pledge allegiance, or to follow any rules.
They're the terrorists I speak of, or unpatriotic fools.
We the People need to speak up, those of us who give a damn
We're not supposed to be the sheep, of the shepherd, “Uncle Sam”.
We must pledge allegiance, to the flag, the Constitution make our stead,
Or our country, as the towers, will be fallen down and dead.
Healing is embracing what is most feared; healing is opening what has been closed, softening what has hardened into obstruction, healing is learning to trust life. — Jeanne Achterberg
We wandered lonely along the cowslip-lined lane.
The sky was overcast, though I hoped it would not rain.
Still, though apart, we walked and talked about life.
Our thoughts were heavy, for we understood all about strife.
Occasionally, we glanced at each other and smiled,
Each felt a sensation of wonder and delight, so beguiled.
Rain began to fall, and we dashed to a nearby shed, a cosy place.
Thunder boomed. We found ourselves in a stunning, sweet embrace.
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He walked into the dusty saloon,
maybe an hour after high noon,
his face still smooth with the touch of youth,
eyes dead-set on seeking out the truth.
He saw him there, two men at his side,
looking just like his mother described,
the scar, gold tooth...the cold countenance,
Silas knew that he had found his man.
He strode up and said, “You’re Dalton Wise,
you killed my father, so now you’ll die.”
Dalton and the two men looked amused,
said Dalton, “Who’s gonna’ do it, boy? You?”
They laughed again, and young Silas seethed,
said, “For his death, you will answer to me.
You took Joe Hamlin from my mother,
and brought no small deal of pain to her.”
The name caught Daltons attention quick,
“You claim your pa was that weak-willed twit?
Oh kid, your mother has told you tales,
that fool Hamlin did nothing but fail.
“Joe was a coward, a sniveling fool
tuck and ran when we treated him cruel,
a pasty lunger, barely could breath,
much less attract a woman to breed.
“There was a woman, Lauri, I think,
who screamed that we did terrible things,
she pitied the fool, got in the way,
girls shouldn’t trifle with men at play.
“I told her as much, but she kept on,
blathering how we treated him wrong,
one day while smacking that fool’s face in
she dared to stand between me and him.
“With hands on hips, she flustered and fumed,
‘Stop bullying him!’ he small voice boomed,
thinking we wouldn’t lay a finger
on a woman, that’s why she lingered.
“I slapped that yapping to the ground,
took aim and shot that fool Hamlin down,
dragged her to a barn when it was done,
I took my time…had a lot of fun.”
He leered and the other men both laughed,
said Dalton, “What you think about that?”
Silas felt his rage slowly turn cold
as more of this cruel story was told.
“Hamlin couldn’t be your pa,”he said,
“’cause when I took young Lauri, she bled.
Just looking at you, it becomes clear,
Joe weren’t your pa, he’s sitting right here!”
He thumped his chest, just to emphasize,
supreme confidence blazed in his eyes.
“So wipe that bravado off your mug,
we both know that you won’t kill your blood.”
He smirked at the two friends at his side,
not a one showed real fear in their eyes,
said Silas, “If there’s truth in your words,
then I’ll have to get revenge for her.”
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
I looked at him and I was lost for words,
those eyes so d e e p and dark- so penetrating;
he seemed able to look into my soul,
all my thoughts and all my dreams he knew.
I was unable to look away then he spoke,
he had the most beautiful voice, like music;
so calming and soothing to my soul,
other sounds f a d e d away and the air was electrified.
a storm began and the wind howled loudly,
thunder boomed and r a i n fell in dreadful torrents;
my world began to spin out of control,
I was lost in a whirlwind of emotions and desires.
I wanted to be part of him- to be his forever,
his lips were soft, strong g e n t l e and demanding;
words so sweet that I closed my eyes,
he held me and the pleasure was beyond this world.
suddenly I felt a change- a shift in the air,
the storm ended and calmness settled around me;
I knew it was over- he was not forever,
after all, just a s w e e t messenger in a lovely dream.
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August 3, 2013
Poetry/Verse/His Forever
Copyright Protected, ID 08-4967-700-03
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Submitted to the Standard contest, Best Love Poem Ever
sponsor, Laura Loo, Judged 2013
First Place
Traffic lights gleamed dark red
What was I ever thinking?
It was a cramped party, hallways smelled of whiskey
Sound of the bass boomed on down from the kitchen
You stole my glance so quick, didn't even bother asking
Like an amazed crowd, my eyes were stuck like tape
Your clamping steel grip led me to your flashy car
Rows of young women wearing lace robes
Didn't you say this was just a small dinner?
You whisper a sentence, then line us all up
This isn't the romance I thought I deserved
You love some textbook more than your wives
Is this my home or a cruel trick I don't get?
Veiled and draped in a gown, mute and helpless
My eyes do the talking which I cannot do
That same blue Mercedes drives me to Valhalla
Revolts and protesting got us to the top
We lead this group better than he ever did
Through eldritch streets I walked alone
With shadows on my track,
Full jellied was my every bone,
I thought my mind would crack.
Through mist and morbid mire I went
To revel where gargoyles dwell,
A guest whose soul was spent,
To meet the host - the King of Hell!
Through caverns dark I made my way,
The squelch of shoe, the crack of bone,
Chittering squeaks from shadowy grays,
Would never leave me alone.
At last I reached the caverned maw,
Ceiling glint with stalactites,
And of course its bretheren I saw,
The saber-toothed stalagmites.
And on the high-domed hellish lair
Hung a grinning crystal skull,
It threw a ghoulish, greening glare
Which made my senses dull.
All around there was a damp,
A noxious putrid smell,
And slightly a-centre on a ramp,
Stood grinning the Lord of Hell.
His feet were hooved, his head was horned,
He flashed his fang-like teeth.
His eyes were huge and darkly burned;
Heart stopped, I could hardly breathe!
"Welcome", boomed my infernal host,
And flashed a rotting smile,
"A welcome drink, a one-time toast,
Before you join my rank and file!"
Something clammy seized my mind,
My clothes turned very wet,
I screamed and woke myself to find
I wasn't dead as yet.
But close to it I surely was,
My narco-ed mind amid I had lain,
At hell's door without a fuss,
When with maddened mind I'd cut my vein!
All the President's memes;
Rose up into an army of stems;
They grew bold legs to carry them,
Towards the good fight.
Though cavalier and sensing right;
They lacked a head to give foresight;
They strayed into a chasmed height,
And tumbled in.
They spiralled, spinning through an age;
Passed darkened chambers, retrograde;
And filled with colored animades,
In sectioned aisles.
Here gall-eyed figures mocked them all;
With cackles, boos and whistled calls;
Rejoiced the epic fall unfold,
Before their eyes.
A voice boomed out as stems rained down;
And pacified the baying crowd;
This mighty scribed the building mound,
With an epitaph.
"That you did dare to set back time,
To turn around and redefine,
What Nature has herself refined,
This is your path.
And what you'll meet at bottom's end,
Will be a sad reflection friend,
Of empires built, destroyed again,
And gone from sight"
Christ and the Soldier by Siegfried Sassoon (1916)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7OEnXw7P60
The straggled soldier halted and clumsily went down "O blessed crucifix, I'm beat !"
Christ still sentried by a seraphim between two splintered trees did speak
"My son, behold these hands and feet."The soldier eyed him upwardas he muttered, "Wounds like these, Would shift a bloke to Blighty just a treat !"
Christ, gazing downward grieving and ungrim, Whispered,
"I made for you the mysteries, beyond all battles moves the Paraclete."
The soldier chucked his rifle in the dust, slipped his pack, wiped his neck, then said -- "O Christ Almighty, stop this bleeding fight !"Above that hill the sky was stained like rust With smoke. In sullen daybreak flaring red, the guns were thundering and the soldier cried,
"I was born full of lust,hungry and thirsty, with a wishfulness to wed. Who cares today if I done wrong or right?" Christ asked , "Can you not trust my word? Am I not resurrection, life and light ?"
Machine-guns rattled from below, high bullets flicked and whistled through the leaves; smoke came drifting from exploding shells.
Christ said "Believe and I can cleanse your ill. I have not died in vain between two thieves; Nor made a fruitless gift of miracles."
"A bird lit onto Christ. a breeze came to pass and shook the ripening corn
A Red Cross waggon bumped along the track "Lord Jesus, ain't you got no more to say ?" He bowed his head with a crown full of thorns, as the soldier shifted, then stumbled on his way.
"O God," he groaned,"why was I ever born ?". The battle boomed, and no reply came back.
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