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Once again they lie,
Once again, they spin their tale,
My instincts whispered long ago.
Underestimated, as always, it sails,
Through currents of pretense they choose to throw.
They undermine, as though it's blind,
Do they think It doesn't understand?
A child's mind, they seem to find,
Easy prey for the idle hand.
Yet here it stands, more wise than weak,
A heart grown cold but far from dull.
Their careless schemes, so bold, so bleak,
Have sparked a flame they thought to cull.
Once, it hoped we'd learn the same,
That trust could thrive where doubt was sown.
But disappointment breeds disdain,
For now, it's clear—it walks alone.
No longer will it play the part,
Of puppet in their hollow play.
It's soul demands a fresh restart,
It turns from them, then walks away.
Again they leave, abandon, flee,
And in their absence, it finds it's own.
Let them lie; I’ll let them be,
For silence suits me best alone.
Salty sea spray hurls moist fragrance;
Waves lashing wide strange melody;
Moods change and swirl with bright radiance;
Setting sun glides ever swiftly.
Last light will fall upon the sea;
Sky colours leach with fading sun;
Dark will bring gall with fading trees;
Now each to each stray lovers run.
Cicadas voice a June collage;
Frogs integrate a croaking muse;
Night birds rejoice wild entourage;
Why be afraid as you cruise.
Abruptly see through broad walk lights;
Struggle to stretch your eyeballs wide;
Mingle and be one with the night;
Come now and catch the windy stride.
Unknown faces appear and pass;
Keep still and watch the dance of dark;
Feel moist traces of rain in gust;
Wet winds to dodge in weary park.
Let us depart these dreary shores
Where darkness breeds a certain dread;
Let's make a start to feel light more
As poise now seeds peace unafraid.
Leon Enriquez
28 June 2014
Singapore
This social status brings me to my knees, as I sense a divide, a widening disease.
The upper class, devoid of any pride, spreads their lies and hide behind the media while
others silently bide.
They try to appease, ignoring the pleas of those in need, lost in the social freeze.
A creed that breeds, like a newly sprouted seed, fostering division, where hatred's the creed.
While they preach to the masses, those dealt a cruel fate, social structures thrive, but their
hearts are sedate.
This creed only nourishes greed at the top, while so many struggle, just trying to stop.
Though I am not of this modern age,
Permit me to address you from my humble page,
For I have walked among the stars and seas,
And Florida's plight now calls out to not only me.
The swelling tides of people that crowd our land,
Their voices rumble like the surf upon sand.
Yet storms grow more fierce, their tempests loud and clear,
As if the heavens scorn each of our human child.
Your coffers overflow with gold and grain—
Yet wealth alone cannot assuage our pain.
What we desire, dear Governor, is clear:
A sea of tranquility, unshadowed by fear.
Freedom to speak without bullets or hate,
Empathy your light for the lost and unfed.
Let forgiveness flow from your pen like your song,
For Christ himself walked where the weak don't belong.
Think of the homeless, the broken, the ill—
If they cannot rest, show them your kindness still.
The oceans, the stars, the moon’s gentle glow,
Are blessings this frantic world needs to know.
Let Florida’s trees stand tall in their grace,
While bushes and flowers refresh this our place.
And bid the news not drown us all in despair,
For fear breeds darkness; it’s too much to bear.
Each election, it seems, builds no school's or dream's —
Power unused is kindness unseen.
Governor, there are souls wasted in strife,
Their autism and gifts neglected in life.
Let us dream not of might but of lasting peace,
Of casting lines into oceans so that we may eat.
With utmost respect, I humbly implore,
Guide this state to a future worth more.
I endeavor to remain, with heart and pen,
Your obedient servant, until the very end.
On bended knee, I am
James McLain
Her_Weight_Of_Dance
Her moves are close in heart they value each beat of the hymn sound of music
She breeds in her own world where each and every step is a formation of a choreo
She invented heaven on her own path of life with all kinds of extortive feelings
Her story
Only she can portray it, by sewing deep within to touch those veins that have sacrate scarce. Her only resource through those painful wounds is just dance. The stage is her own world where she created her own peace with her pace.
Where she hugs herself a million times when she is vulnerable, just to shake off her fears and invite relief in her space.
Her happy place where she knows everything she does count the emotional depth of her becoming a better version of her. She is not seeking help or shaken by hurt, she describes her lucrative feeling where it started till where it ended.
Her demonstration captures a moving bird to forget to flop as rare as it sounds,
The rain to fear falling down
The air to forge respiration
While her mood moves in, preying in like an aphrodisiac, leaving one with the motion of inspiration. Her movement purges the forgotten eyes to see her body with words and all.
The music behind
It's just a luxury, to chase her storyline
Her reflection between the ocean and the image of the moon is flawlessly stamped in the sea.
Her mission is to accomplish souls that are lost in pain not to be forgotten in the vein yards of hardship.
By just her posture of entrance she grasps a soul demanding light by dance.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
the waiter waits for what the eater repeated owes
weeder and seeder share one dish of blackcrow
bleeder feeds the pleater ancient historicity owed
debater fingers slayer through triptych meter foretold
delayer is the later is the leader
leader lagging leads what later already delayed
heater heats hot water for pessimistic bleater
feeder and the breeder share one tether eater
deletor utters what the reader couldn't shouldn't read
teacher unteaches creature its feature
teaser tases the taser tallowing the blind build
pleader prostrates before the greater hater
slater covers what rater refused believed achieved
render the neater a pasteurized fleeter from the feeder
the teeter is the tether
greeter is the greater
leaper breeds a crater
nature uncreates what creature features
break breaks the breaker breaking broke
killer is a living giving beater
seder sets the table for the bleater
x-ray sees breeder flayed through knot whole
meteor deletes what is the longest tiny universe
millimeter feet inches nothing measures unmeasurable
measure unmeasures the measured measuring
nothing inches nothing toward nothing's infinite Nothing
seer teases waker waking what was dreading dread
dread dreams the dreamed into undreamed un-being
cheater your emotional beater crawls you fastest dead
slayer and the greeter share one scarface tater
later is the delayer tripped into uncreated crater
discourse already dispossessed buffets the maker unmade by making
utterance utterless utters the unutterable
utterance utters itself into un-utterance
the mediator utters
greater grater grader enters the uncraterless recursion
recursion recurses into non-recursion
the poem unmakes its own ending ending
utterance ceases utterering
Bluest blues, blackened with yellow green
taken back for all I've seen
muddled minds mingled
living lonely
amid suicidal dreams
I have seen, oh I have seen
infernall insecurities scrambling
fearful of creation's doubt
enduringly drifting
towards the brink of curiosity
undoable
ropes unraveling
but only for these eyes
the hidden cries
for help
helpless, hopeless
kindness begs
breeds, breathes
untold
tight held mystery
a forestry of freedom unbound
found
a conduit can't hide
in gentle breeze
side by side by side
with angels
guiding me
Married to a typical middle class family, my life was miserable. Everyone criticized me constantly, I would often cry. I felt I was useless, I did not deserve to live. I contemplated suicide.
criticize never
low self esteem depression
unpleasant outcome
Then my son was born. He followed the bandwagon. One day he told me, "Prove you are good otherwise I will not stay with you".
I was shocked. How miserable he must be feeling from inside!
I instantly responded, "Prove that I am bad. Tell me ten bad things I have done."
righteous deeds
ever cool calm and fearless
clear conscience
After few minutes of pondering he could not find anything. He asked, "Mom you are so good, still why people always criticize you?"
I replied, "I don't know. But you ruined your peace because you didn't use your brain and blindly followed others. Always use your brain. Think and act. Never copy."
blind faith mocks ones brain
following without thinking
disastrous results
If I had told him all are bad, there would have been no difference between others and me.
Criticism breeds hatred and robs peace and joy. I strongly believe however bad others may be we have to be good.
don't do tit for tat
all are punished for sins
God has no mercy
He saw how I was polite and helpful towards everyone. He automatically imbibed those habits. Now he has lots of respect for me and says his mother is the best.
be a role model
practice what you preach to kids
shape noble human
My son got the best students award in school last year. Moment he told me about it, I cried out of happiness.
virtuous living
bliss calmness and inner peace
happiness in end
Contest Name Let the Pens Flow - Haibun
Sponsor Jenish Somadas
Date: 8/28/2020
Me and the Trash Can
Here we are this evening, Just the two of us.
We’ve never had an argument, we’ve never had a fuss,
My little friend could tell a thousand tales.
Yet he’s always silent, though a fearsome smell prevails.
Here we are this evening, me and the trash can.
He’s never asks a question, he’s quite a friend to man.
I’m cold and lonesome, and it sure is dark and quiet.
But the can’s the best company, that I can find tonight.
He don’t try to borrow money, or give me advice.
He only breeds the roaches and attracts the mice.
Here we set this evening, He’s a stinker of a host.
But we’re alone together, except for the lamp post.
*Image of It Begins by Pixabay.
Longanimity
Longanimity stretches a sowers grit for CROPS
actuality, albeit, can likewise be ones, calm, cool,
collectivity as the bounty of the reapers' CHOPS,
sublimity achieves nature advances as its jewel.
TESTS question one's prospect of forbearance
while tackling the crisis giving an appearance
BEST'S a favorable triumph of transparence
file away any despair entitling perseverance.
Impassiveness spread an outlet of snug DOORS,
abstractedness harps on focus, hard to fathom
jaggedness being unclear like peace and WARS,
disingenuousness, apathy, or idle our phantom.
POWER inspires valor to meet jeopardy, fortitude
being such intros a key to the crux, bid latitude,
EMPOWER one's gut to safeguard, ne'er subdued
freeing tribulation via best beliefs as its prelude.
Stoicism, Hellenic integrity of pleasure or PAIN,
prism of sorts to veer a beam or invert an image
schism hence lacks objection, curiosity ABSTAIN
escapism from reality treats a sublime vicinage.
ACTS of noble goals, confront peril, magnanimity
breeds one's bigheartedness forward, generosity
MAX the merits as concerns swamp, equanimity
seeds grounds to endure, merciful re longanimity.
2022 March 05
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 March 27
*NOTE: The Triple Lento form I used above is known as a CROSS LENTO, formatted as; 1st quatrain, start rhyme, aaaa, end rhyme, bcbc; 2nd quatrain (CROSS) start rhyme dede, end rhyme, ffff, 3rd quatrain (CROSS), and so on. A Lento has (2) quatrains, Cross Lento can only be used in double (4), triple (6), or chain Lentos (8 or more).