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Zee was a tumultuous force to be taken seriously.
Men trembled in their boots when she was on her way.
The battles she fought with her centaur furiously,
Made other armies quake, run, hide, and pray.
We called her Zee, no one got close enough to know why.
She was muscular, fierce, and mighty in her majestic ways.
One called her Queen Zee once, and I do not lie,
she cut his mouth with a blade with beautiful sun rays.
Zee is here, the warriors will say, and it races through the ranks.
Your blood turns cold when you hear it, for she is frightening.
You wish now that you had battle axes, hatches, and tanks.
Because she and her centaur come into the fray slashing like lightning.
I only saw her once, but I was careful that she not catch my eye.
Her feats of daring are not rumors by an inventive word player.
I ran away in fright, hid in a glen, watched so many of my friends die.
Because they did not believe the stories, of Zee, the ultimate slayer.
Special powers has Zee, known to Joan of Arc and Attila the Hun.
Most of the warriors were easily chased, sliced, and savagely begotten.
For to go into battle against the invincible Zee is clearly quickly no fun.
Seeing her centaur come over the hill that day will never be forgotten.
He doesn’t bleed where I see it.
His wounds live quieter than that~
in the way he paces long after
the day is done,
mind spinning like a ceiling fan
that never quite shuts off.
He carries his hurt in overthinking,
turning small moments into puzzles
he feels responsible for solving.
He carries it in irritability too~
that sharp edge that appears
not because he’s angry,
but because he’s tired
of holding himself together.
Some days he moves through the house
like he’s wrapped in winter—
emotional numbness settling over him
like frost spiders on a windowpane.
I gently tap the glass,
hoping warmth will seep through.
Perfectionism becomes his armor,
each task a shield he polishes
until it gleams just right.
Relaxing feels dangerous,
like setting the armor down
might invite the world
to strike again.
But then in the softest moments~
I see the boy he once was,
the one who learned too early
to be careful with himself.
And I realize
he’s just trying to survive
in the only ways he knows.
And loving him
means noticing the wounds
that never maKE a sound.
I wish I could walk, without feeling pain
I wish I could live, my life again.
I dream of a time when I could run like a deer
I could jump like a gazelle, with nothing to fear.
I could climb like cat and swim like fish
I can not do these things, and yet I can wish.
I can dream of a day many years gone by
I could dream and pray for that bus to pass by.
I could dream my mum missed it and didn’t get on
I could dream she forgot, my vaccination had not been done.
I can sit here and daydream day after day, and wish that jab had gone right
I can dream I am fit, but I’m not, it went wrong, and now I have learned how
to fight.
I can if not careful, wish and dream my whole life away
But there is no point in that, that’s what I say.
But the vaccine went wrong, and no wishes or dreams can it change
I just have to get on with my life, there is no sale or return or exchange.
Wishes are for kids and dreams are for bed
I wish I was a kid and could lay down my head.
I am tired and fed up and the wind is so cold
I wish I did not, suddenly feel old.
I am reading this back and thinking boy, this isn’t me
I am going to get up and with a certainty
I am going to fix that toilet for once and for all
Even if I have to rip it off, that bloody bathroom wall.
Self Pity is over and I feel a bit of a nit
And my last dream is I am back in bed with Brad Pitt.
Blood running down your face, why the hell are you staying with him, a man that beats you...you can't be seriously telling us you ran in a door the third time this year ...really...don't tell me, I don't understand he's the father of your children ...that gives him the right to beat the life out of you? I didn't realize he's Christ the one that made you.
When did love become pain not pleasure ...you need to look at yourself in the mirror ...you look unkempt and shaken...why would you stay?... you have a beautiful daughter this is what you’re teaching her? that her husband must beat her...be-careful the message you send to your children. You’re telling your son it's okay to disrespect any woman he meets ...it's okay to beat them, then this cycle continues ...why would you want a man that beats you ... the flowers the next day... its guilt ...not love, don't get it twisted...he doesn’t love you.
selected when but a child
ruddy face and handsome, he,
short of stature, manfully
used the sling to great effect in wilds,
protecting flocks from the beasts
caring for the last, the least
numbers swelling, they increased
providing bounteous banquet feasts
using sling, a stone he threw
aiming well, yes, aiming true
careful placed, a giant slew
epic win for king, for country too
hero on the battlefield
courageously, sword did wield
to his men's hearts, he appealed
claimed high ground on bloody killing fields
poet, gifted with the lyre
soothing words reduced king's ire
breathless verses to inspire
strong laments when times were hopeless, dire
kingly, noble, well adept
loved the law, the precepts kept
like his fathers, he too slept
forty days, the people mourned and wept
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for the Lind30 Rhyme Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
written on 03/18/2022
syllables checked by HowManySyllables.com
The high hills hummed in praise of their Creator,
As we recklessly rushed down all the rough rocks,
Careful not to tumble down the treacherous
Uneven paths that led to the vast valley.
Here and there were fruitful farms, corn growing tall.
Whilst a cacophony of crows, hens and geese
Filled the air contrasting with passeri and larks,
Practicing their mellow melodious songs.
We found a tavern, delicious spicy food
That soon greeted us as we entered and met
The few travellers that revelled in that place
Which was so warm that we ate our fill with grace.
We marked the superb place on our tattered maps,
Sure to visit the homely tavern again.
FICTION (there are no real hills in Malta)
I remember our first date
I did everything not to become late
I wanted to create an impression, an expression of love.
This was the first date, on my calendar of true love
Love like no other before, and I've had none like it there after
An angel so beautiful, taking steps so careful
And I wanted to create an impression, an expression of love.
She walked to me with a bright smile so divine
I was carried away, away above cloud nine
A million questions seemed answered
And all the doubts in me seemed cleared
She is the one, I concluded
As I wanted to create an impression, an expression of love.
We said so much without talking
Hand in hand we kept walking
Stealing glances at each other
And before too long, my heart was stolen
The beautiful bright eyes hang so humbly,
Occasioned by a contagious smile so sweet
I almost hit my foot on a tile, admiring her sweet lips
I listened to honey drip from her mouth,
Listening to her sweet words using my heart
To create an impression, an expression of love.
Again, I looked at her teary eyes and asked
' Why are you crying? '
In turn she asked me
' And why are you crying? '
To create an impression, an expression of love.
Because I found you,
Angels stay in heaven but I'm talking to one right now
This is heaven on earth because of you:
You bring meaning to my life
My true definition of love
You are worth more than the most beautiful of the roses
One in a million
You are the one my heart desires
The apple of my eye
You are my dream come true
The girl of my wildest dreams
I love you whole heart mind body and soul my queen
I answered without thinking to create an impression, an expression of love.
I felt tear drops on my chest, as we knelt down in a nest
An emotion so deep, brought a decision so divine
No more words to create our beautiful world
And begin the beginning of wonderful journey full of sweet memories
But an embrace was enough to create an impression, an expression of love.
Message simple; love is Gods miracle
Innate effulgence of pristine presence
Continual is its subtle signal
Innocence cognises voice of conscience
Tranquil blissful calm, our souls quintessence
Heart our abode, where we remain joyful
Wherein we bask in self-luminescence
Message simple; love is Gods miracle
Current ethereal, caress playful
Endless rapture in stillness and silence
All nodes dance to bliss throb amiable
Innate effulgence of pristine presence
Lower mind urges, crave our indulgence
Presence careful, feral options annuls
Choosing to dance to the divine cadence
Continual is its subtle signal
Negating narrowness inimical
We breeze with ease though life in nonchalance
Stagnation the peril, our debacle
Innocence cognises voice of conscience
Our mind aligned with love in permanence
Enables bliss within, ineffable
On consigning ego to decadence
Pores tingle in joy currents toroidal
Message simple
02-June-2021
soon to bid
another farewell, yet,
you've already unearthed
a smidge of sad longing
buried too deep within
to excavate.
as our sizeable distance
kept stretching apart like a rubberband,
first came
your reassuring smile
when you
turned your head
to look at me one last time,
and with that smile -
before slipping out of sight -
a careful aim
directly at the center
of my heart;
just one wink.
ah, so you knew it was
precisely what I needed?
it's torturous
watching you depart;
with a piece of heaven
to cling to...
gently,
gently,
ever so gently,
you pull me back from
the precipice of melancholy.
It’s green _ when we fall in love
Its yellow _ when we were
hoodwinked by lust
above our pride, but as
diminutive as a dove
humming a sad song fading to
dust
echoes of you _ shades of the
weak
happy-go-lucky mind _ care full
(careful) death
a heart of onus _ for the soul of
the meek
the feet of the feeble _ with
perpetual breath
how does it feel _ to make you
stay proud?
we don’t say much _ but much
have been said
Isn’t any way to write (right) the
flawed?
zilch here _ faces pirouetting in
the head.
nowhere to be found in your
presence
countless faces to reminisce
but never lose the essence
face issues _ igniting your non
existence.