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Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius
The hell riders of the apocalypse
invade God’s own world,
corrupt the human spirit,
so compassionate once.
Blood flows thick as incensed streams,
bullets rip through the buds of dream.
The homeless drifts as alien,
terror flares up in militant hearths.
Despicable tyrants mutilate lives,
plunge people in the cesspool of vice.
Dislodged empathy goes astray
as fanaticism defaces morality,
breaks brotherhood with hatred.
In the anchorless waft of greedy minds,
detached from the principled roots
by the dislodging drive of the dark times,
untamed instincts ruffle the sane senses.
Dark clouds of menace surge with hell storm,
drizzle poison on souls and minds,
suck them into the whirlpool of suffering,
swirling within the vortex of danger
where clear Aquarius minds turn opaque.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of emotions drags our minds
into tormenting tides of gloomy times,
the inner voice of conscience calls.
Rising from the dismal abyss of agony,
we see the light of wisdom illumine the soul,
attain the sublime state of consciousness,
discern the heavenly brilliance
light up the goodness of humanity,
dispel the darkness of distress.
Beneath the mortal perception,
the pacified minds build sensual images
with the contours of new insight
on the fleeting canvas of awareness,
design the divine wisdom as the charioteer
that turns the wheel of righteousness,
take the humanity out of acrid calamity,
as the dark clouds of apocalypse drift away.
written by Mpho Leteng (Botswana) and Donald Kuutsi (Zimbabwe)
When sunrise whispers secrets sweet,
My undying spirit of determination rise,
Like morning dew, my curiosity awakes,
Demanding answers for the puzzle that awaits.
The shadows of the earth, they stretch and play,
Towards my window, mirrors, and the day,
My thoughts, like restless winds, do strive,
To grasp the reflection that will solve and thrive.
Heartbeat skips, as I behold the hourglass's sway,
Moments pass, like grains of sand, slipping away,
The wind, a restless lover, whispers low and fast,
As I, in solitude, my thoughts and soul do cast.
Ink and thoughts collide upon the page,
Demanding answers for the puzzle's hidden stage,
Yet, my heart, a mystery, does not reveal,
What holds the future, or what secrets it does conceal.
The sun, a fiery charioteer, does ride,
Across the sky, where clouds do softly glide,
The world, a canvas, painted with each new day,
A masterpiece, where dreams and hopes do sway.
The puzzle, a riddle, wrapped in mystery's fold,
Demands solution, as the hours do unfold,
My spirit, undying, rises to the test,
And in the silence, I find my inner quest.
The wind, a messenger, whispers secrets low,
Of paths untrodden, and roads yet to be known,
The hourglass, a reminder, of time's fleeting flight,
Urges me to seize the moment, and shine with all my might.
In this dance of dawn,
I find my heart, a compass, guiding me along the way,
Through the labyrinth of thoughts, and emotions' tide,
I navigate the puzzle, and let my spirit glide.
Form:
Hail, O Storm Bringer
Your lightning cracks up the sky
As you roll onward
Your thunder pounds Earth
Trumpeting your arrival
Storm Charioteer
You ride the cold wind
Dark grey clouds your chariot
Winged horses flying
Torrents of cold rain
To soak a dry, thirsty world
Falling from your eyes
Strong cold winds blasting
With every breath you exhale
Bowing tree and man
You bring snow and hail
To a world frozen in fear
Frost covered icescape
Under a full moon
You make the oceans to rage
Towering, cold waves
You cause the earthquakes
The volcanos to erupt
Tornados to spin
Goddess Storm Bringer
Giver and taker of life
The bane of the earth
On mankind and earth
You have unsheathed your fury
A blade terrible
Nature prays to you
Mankind begs you show mercy
Paying you homage
What can withstand you?
All elements you command
All kingdoms you rule
You are Earth's Mother
The one who controls nature
We children fear you
Show mercy goddess
Old friend, bringer of chaos
Mighty Storm Bringer
Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail
Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare
reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent horsesense
glomming "fake" papier
mâché piñata across animal planet
rhyme without reason,
nonetheless who doth dare
dovish and/or hawkish
elk quint lee otter vamoose
double, triple, quadruple... dare
to caw meow ta
as silence rings loud and clear
ja hiss don't miss snake
pig in a poke hogtied
sow owl only tell ya beware
me dogged holy cow
cuckoo bird harebrained
effort won't impair
corpus collosum, where
seat of thinker housed
fortunately ye ant near
my neck of the woods here
Schwenksville cuz after
innocuous, impetuous, illustrious...
brainstorming deluge... glare
til hearts content
with nostrils that flare
lemming just be reel
regarding rocky mission
opossum bull, I swear
dogged bonafide effort
thanks ocelot to bear
with beetle browed toadying
off fish hill who accidently
didst entrap and snare
courtesy hook line and sinker
masterly baited metaphorical
Earthworm dangling cyber air
coon sitter me batty
Ass sin nine, I admittedly duck lear,
but don't badger me, Noah
ark confess with prayer
yak see no porpoise here.
Nemi was well known,for his prowess worth,
Great Charioteer and apt sonic archery skill,
Which earned him honour and the good will
Of the king of Gods who called him Dasharath
He timely fought for the Gods against demons
To protect the latter's throne and land divine;
In his Kosala, too he did peaceful order align,
With welfare,alike for the elite and commons
But great as they are,many men of success
Do ever find their fall and wreck craftily done
With own foibles and hobbies on Fate's hone
Taking talent beyond the range and in excess
His ability to kill with sightlessly aimed a shot,
Caused tragic agony to the guiltless souls many
Killing Shravan, the devout son on a holy journey
Shouldering,his aged parents, in the basket slot
The tired carrier dipped the pitcher in the stream
To collect water,behind a thickset covering bush;
The gurgle alerted the sure king's arrow to rush
And pierce the naif's chest making him scream;
The appalled one dashed to the spot of blunder:
Grave a sin it was ,and it hurt the ruler greater;
The dying youth asked the other to take water
And the facts to his blind parents,so very tender
They cursed the sad herald hard and in anguish:
"Thou shalt suffer the pangs of a son torn away "
"And the pain and sorrows,that will your life sway"
Thence the souls of the duo flew off with a swish
Commander of ten chariots,and Indra's saviour,
Despite his righteous,just and ruling conscience,
Fell an easy prey to pride, which discards, shuns,
And disobeys the norms of a triumphant warrior
True it is that man has to serve his due for acts
Good and evil as sways the divine spectre of Lord,
On par with the virtual,noble,immoral and accord;
Karma is as,ever judged in the domain of didacts
Cupid's Joyride
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Some piece gleams a sky, oust our atmosphere,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike,
Cupids arrow tips when pierced are dreamlike,
Heirs beguiled senseless on a plains calm mere,
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Evolve cherub charioteer, fine tyke,
The cosmos hooves gallop the heavens clear,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike,
Late evening dusk, well beyond its midnight,
Cupids and cherubs, together they cheer,
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Rounded azure foresees, unleashed star bright,
The host of arrows emanating near,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike,
Heaven besieged midst an utter delight,
Stars hurled, meteors bounce, the whole appear
Emitting star, meteor, act alike,
Bow bends, arrow aims our sky ere a strike.
2019 August 17
*2nd Place*
Shooting Stars
~~Nayda Ivette Negron
A Plea to the Charioteer
My prayers to you Charioteer
To guide me to the path full of light,
To lead me to the road that is right
And drive me to the route that is bright.
Let not the heat of anger besiege me
Nor the pangs of pride assail me,
Keep me clear from the sin of arrogance,
And free from the whiffs of petulance.
Should my mind ever go astray
Or should my faith in you ever sway,
Do refresh my veins with your flame
And goad me to the noble way.
Should hurdles be laid on my lanes,
Steer your chariot to evade them
Without inflicting any strain
Or any pain on anyone.
Should I ever wish to quit the field
Instil in me the strength and the will
To inner foes never to yield
Until I reach my last station.
I pray that you ever be by my side
And brace me with courage enough
To confront every stormy tide,
To vanquish every hidden foe
In battles within, though rough and tough.
When the final breath I will heave,
My plea that you fly me in your chariot
To your bright heavenly abode
My most cherished goal to achieve
To serve you at your wish and will.
Source material : The Hinduism classical mythology epic, The Mahabharata.
Arjuna, the great worrier of the Mahabharata epic,
stands transfixed at the fringe of Kurukshetra battlefield,
hears the thunder of thousand conch shells
announce the start of the valiant battle.
He lifts his heavy bow, but it slips from his hands.
His brave spirit falters,
for he sees in front his kins and mentors,
lined up to fight against him;
he ponders to win the war he needs to kill them.
Faced with humane predicament
the hero in him feels disheartened,
for the load of bravery is too heavy to bear,
urging him to exit the battlefield.
He asks his conscience in despair,
“what is the meaning of victory
if it entails killing the loved and revered ones.?”
He then hears the godly voice of his charioteer
that echoes the eternal truth :
“the soul is immortal and indestructible,
transcends birth and death.
Perform you duty with equanimity as a worrier,
for true karmic liberation lies in seeing oneself
as an artifact of divine will,
balancing the modes of success and failure.”
Transformed by the guidance of his charioteer,
Arjuna comes out of the emotional dilemma,
regains his mental acumen
that expands his vision beyond victory and defeat,
far away from the conundrum life and death
to perceive selflessly the need
for surrender to the supreme.
His gloomy mind is then illumined
by the gracious glare of dharma.
As he picks up his bow and arrow
for the fiercest of all battles,
he realizes that the toughest battle of life
is fought within the awakened soul.
I suppose since time immemorial - Dads have provided tutorial,
Doing their best to strive - To teach their kids how to drive.
Though Dads were never all that keen - Kids pestered him once a teen,
To drive the old family sedan - To get a license as soon as they can!
Noah no doubt taught son Ham - To steer the Ark for his driver's exam.
Even with practice in this and that - He managed to bump into Mount Ararat!
Roman lads were shown how to steer - By Papa the fearless charioteer.
How Papa cried, "Oh, mama mia!" - As son raced up and down the via!
When the horse and buggy became the rage - Junior was quick to engage,
Pa into showing him all the glitches - To avoid upsetting in the ditches!
Then along came the Model-T Ford - With all the latest gadgets aboard.
Son crowed that he could drive - He hit a sturdy oak - he's lucky to be alive!
Today with more stringent rules - Driver's education is offered in schools.
But to ensure they're taught the rudiments - And other basic elements,
Dads with tight jaws drive around town - Trying to get their kid to slow down,
Dads suffer through driving sessions - Trying to stifle their kid's agressions!
Pa looses lots of colorful speech - As Junior brakes to a smoking screech.
His head meets the windshield - Thinking his fate is surely sealed!
Dad tries to regain his composure - He's had enough of this exposure!
But he recalls with a grim smile - "As a kid neither was I all that versatile!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 in Debbie Guzzi's "The Rhyme Inside" Contest - March 2011
A Liquified Desert
A peacock glissades as a trail triggers,
an ambience of turquoise and chartreuse,
for it sparsely spreads as its glass mirrors,
neath a ceiling stain aquamarine blue.
Ghostly strands of lit fingers, it searches,
for soulless wanderers, offers a chance,
so new souls will exist, former merges,
exposed to a new presence in a trance.
Memories of beating, now heard aloud,
with their eyes wide, they behold, hesitates,
they see a beige wavy floor, glossy shroud,
it's a liquified desert, it's a dusk straits.
Charioteer cupids, gallops cherubs,
Flies souls with anointing doves, to terras,
2019 June 10
*1st Place*
Poetically Me THIS PICTURE WHAT CHA' SEE
~~James Edward Lee Sr.
Picture: #1