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ENLIGHTENING LIFE
My life dawned with dulcet dream
commencing curious carefree childhood,
rolling cheerfully till innocence to hit by cruel complexity.
Vibrant brilliant arrogant youth on bright shiny noon
dazzled on bubbling passion.
Fought for survival, learnt to struggle to access success.
Discovered Life as victory
When Love flashed with charismatic charm,
Seven heavens stepped on door.
Eternal time took momentary pause.
Dormant desire gliding diving soaring high on firmament.
My glances reflected on amorous glow of eager eyes of my beloved.
Life blossomed on ethereal aeronautic beauty.
While whirling in vortex of malice and meanness
being trapped in nasty nuisance
Met Life as toxic virulent noxious.
Life rushed to set on afternoon of seniority.
Philosophy of life found new notion on realization of lone soul.
In last phase of drowsy dusk, gazing at hazy sky
to watch indolent days in despondence.
Observed Life as purposeless,
soon to terminate in death leaving no trace.
Science will certify Life as bye product of Evolution:
A Natural blind process without plan.
05/28/1
Edited on 05/20/20
They call it a temple of knowledge,
but the walls were never meant for thought—
only the careful curation of power,
where names are chiseled in Latin
and inheritance is mistaken for intelligence.
The gates are high,
not to keep the world safe,
but to keep the chosen ones in—
a factory of fathers’ sons,
daughters of old wealth
repackaged as prodigies,
spitting polished syllables over wine
they never had to earn.
They sell wisdom like a relic,
ancient and gilded,
but it’s just debt wrapped in ivy,
a hundred-thousand-dollar handshake
to certify you belong.
Here, history is optional—
revised at the convenience of kings,
rewritten in marble by men
who inherited their ethics like cufflinks.
Nothing before them was ever great,
nothing beyond them will ever matter.
The professors teach compliance with a flourish,
disguising obedience as philosophy,
praising innovation—
so long as it rhymes with profit.
A degree here is an invitation,
not to brilliance,
but to the table—
where policy is printed
in the blood of the voiceless
and the world is divided
between the invitees and the extras.
They call it education.
They call it prestige.
But the only lesson they’ve ever taught
is how to keep the gates closed—
how to stand behind them,
smiling,
while the world burns.
No; I don't want to be a poet
Stinginess in certification
Not in me really
I certify straightforwardly
Everyone in the world is a poet;
But the phrase of words expressed by everyone
is not poetry
Yes, man is the crown creation among fauna and flora
But not everyone has humanity, conscience;
Brutality, bigotry, divider among human being
maybe something another but not human
because of my belief
The holy scriptures are not a measure of truth,
Through the veins of practical life
doing peaceful anything for the welfare of entire world peoples
is true religion
Worship, coming to the house of prayer
Just a sign of worldly displaying righteousness
That’s not the reality of self knowing;
The pious - the people who do everything on earth
without desire of exchange
No; But I want to be a true human, not a poet
28.06.2020 Chattogram
E'er since slip of a lad
little boy painfully shy
think Holden Caulfield
Catcher in the Rye,
(a teen cult classic penned by
Jerome David Salinger),
now resuming poem
about me, no why
ne'er beseeched, implored,
or pleaded to our Unitarian father
art thou in heaven...
socially withdrawn kid
wherefore I ne'er did ply
risk taking, and rarely did try
to test (dis)comfort zones,
nonetheless did despair
and silently decry
failing with flying colors plus my
lackluster luck concerning
absolute zero friends, I don't deny
abysmal classroom experience
linkedin with comprehension how to try
adding insult to injury teacher's pet
chosen to help, course
I wanted to disappear and die
feeling utterly inferior no lie
hated life (mine) anyone
could easily espy,
non verbal body language
spoke volumes, imagining
Matthew Scott to vanish
into thin air whisked into sky,
and even now envision well nigh
alien abduction, one garden
(hybrid) variety guy
taken as token Earthling, an ally
among nonhuman species, where
unconditional acceptance doth apply
feted as guest of honor trumpeted
profuse gratitude expressed to fortify
genuine appreciation, where the
multitudes of highly
intelligent robot anoint and deify
one humble scribe formerly
residing in Schwenksville,
the above I certify
as true so please don't vilify.
I am Your poetry,
the words that warm tide your body,
the pen that presses deep into pulsing paper,
kissing the chaos away from moods of mind that static flicker,
I am your poetry,
born to be the Angel ink you drink,
a taste that flavors your lust fire sinless sultry,
intoxication of obsession spilling true love beyond sanity...
I am your simplicity,
honest moisture in the corner of your open eye,
the Midnight lip bite that awakens desire to breathe deeply,
I overcome questions with answers making your heart joy cry,
My voice proving through vibrational pull I'm Your's exclusively,
I am your tangible simplicity to scry,
hold me as a living prophecy,
I am no secret, I am love's answer to Why...
I am your therapy,
my mouth strong on the center node of your neurodivergant bloom personality,
embracing empatheticly moods unfairly forebode
by a society frightened by a woman's life fire energy,
I am your therapy caressing the code,
learning together a pillar of our love be fidelity,
the psychometrics satisfied to certify our love be never cold...
I am Your fantasy,
the match lit red diamond head
with one lick unleashing your sweet oil wick fury,
a combustion that spreads relentlessly to be fed,
I am your fantasy surging shamelessly,
Your refined nails know my name and I bleed,
a beautiful beast you become, I do not plead, I serve ecstacy,
the truth has teeth, our bodies climax in pure speed...
I am Your Victory,
Your Champion undaunted by the Devil,
I worship your star, kissing the scar, cradling heart teary,
You meet Me on the level of love believing in the eternal,
I am your Victory, a phoenix ready,
You congratulate Me for devotion unconquerable,
My lips touch your hand sure,
You and I forever married...
J.A.B.
phoenix ready,
I saw a dragon fly.
This wasn't my imagination
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
Pictures don't lie.
The dragon was there for a short duration.
I saw a dragon fly.
I saw it with my own eye.
The dragon looked like it was in slow animation
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
I was wondering what this may signify?
Could it be that magical creatures live in one
Location?
I saw a dragon fly.
To this I can testify.
No. I wasn' t on medication
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
I hereby certify
With exhilaration
I saw a dragon fly
He was a reflection in the water near my boat
From the clouds in the sky.
DEGRADATION
Degradation in life or character
can never be allowed,
but is to be followed
uplift in each step: That’s the prime factor.
Progress in human civilization
to continue onward
never to push backward.
That is the perfect realization.
On journey, work hard with full devotion.
Must have self- confidence.
Depend on competence
to avoid any defamation.
Evolution in Nature to certify
always for betterment.
Process not to ferment
but on ceaseless trial to rectify.
Upgrade own life on dedication.
Have faith on basic Morals:
Those are Universal.
You must elevate next Generation.
09/30/21
Title chosen 'Degradation'
Fourth Place
'This or That Vol 7.
Contest by Edward Ibeh
'Several opinions on same issue if followed simultaneous prime target may be
spoilt’ ..... Poet
OPINIONS
Own opinion is priority on any outcome or happenstance.
Person to person opinions vary on same topic or occurrence.
Invariably some are strong, some weak.
Next comes analysis, not to be influenced to pick up quick.
Inevitable controversy : Take advice but don’t be prompt to apply.
Onward , rationalise the matter from all aspects to justify.
Need to establish prime consideration before to certify.
Several opinions may be consulted but own decision to rely.
Oh ! My beloved
My deepest love!
On first romance, we were thrilled,
overwhelmed on glance at solitary stream strand.
Both honoured our dormant desire and ardent ardor.
Seed of love sprouted.
Root of pain pierced young hearts.
Passionate stem was up.
Two soft tender leaves trembled with eager heart beats
pulsating romance.
Wobbling bud of love slowly blossomed spread pearly petals
but our First Date sank in silent dismay.
You did not voice, we got separated.
We were not united in social status,
yet strange emotional string tied us in eternal bond.
Reached my last phase and sad to say,
not even aware of your whereabouts.
Neither to justify nor to certify my depth of emotive urge.
We are quite conscious of amorous glow of our lamp of love.
I wish, I ponder, I yearn to send my last letter
carrying last errand, my last wish to meet you once.
Democracy devolves into tyranny, Plato cautioned.
Flooded by the frigid torrent of factionalism,
will we certify his prediction?
Blinded by the prevarication of public discourse.
Numbed by the inundation of disinformation.
Crippled by the conspiracy of doubt.
The real deep state festers in our cortex,
a place where the charlatans of fallacy
invade,
a dwelling where terrorists of mind
take control.
But the terrain before us is vast.
The dense forest and effulgent meadows ahead are unmapped,
musky, fructuous forest floor perfumes the breeze,
The scarlet skyline of the dewy untrodden beckons us.
Abundant life is our rehearsal.
Can we honestly say we know for what?
Yet, such rapture is eloquent in our dreams.
Such reverie will arrest the parsing of our quintessence.
Our distortions are lifted when we are united
in communitarian struggle.
Published Online 4/2021: The Opiate Magazine
Also scheduled for print publication: summer, 2021