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He raised his glass, then sipped his beer.
Gringos all then raised a cheer!
"To Mexico!" Hear them cry, "Oh!"
"Today is good old Cinco de Mayo!"
"To freedom for old Mexico!"
Their 4th of July so we've been told.
"The day they earned their independence."
"The day they won for their descendents!"
"Señor, I think your book has cracks.
I think you need to check your facts.
Our independence is in the Fall.
About us, you seem to have built a wall."
"Buenos dias, señor" he would say.
"And happy Battle of Puebla Day."
Oh my, who could ever tell?
"Happy Cinco de Mayo to you as well!"
American sonnet
Today is sunny with a few decorative clouds drifting idly about the sky and the mood is of optimism
When it is overcast and dull my feet scrape the pavement An old man bent to the ground regretting past
When my mother died there was a forest of umbrellas around the hole in damp soil, the rain dripped on her coffin and a golden cross she wouldn't have liked seeing
the symbol of oppression.
The priest, a verger held his umbrella, said a few words
routine words, void of any meaning.
My near family are dead and my own demise is there
like a boulder made of years of spent years, but never mind, it doesn't matter on a sunny day.
poetry
deep sentiments expressed through the pen,
hard to say why it flows and when,
it is a signature of thoughts that are formed within,
said with tears or smiles without guilt or feelings of sin!
the turbulent stream that carries the life rafts about,
has twists and turns in a dark maze of its own,
journeys are long and exhausting to say the least,
after hours of rowing could be back at the starting crease!
say it freely and say it without hindrance of fear,
like a songbird that sings for its own pleasure,
no audience to applaud or jealous critics to disown,
once written the poetry sails on its own sojourn!
is it about some pain and songs of unfair defeats?
a lost friend or dear one who has left a memory to mourn,
may be a pet that doesn’t answer evening whistle,
or a child that never returned from school!
when loneliness greets life with coffee as only companion,
a half done crossword blocked by repetitive boredom,
when next moment is as predictable as the one that is gone,
when the evening ends and know the next day to be born,
a verse expressed through the heart may bring cheer,
remember to sign it with your heart or smudge it with tears.
10th place
Completely your choice(44)
Brian Strand sponsor
Written 15/01/2021
Nothing grows there anymore not even the old tree stump can be found, the land is barren and empty, the plants have dried up, just thorn and thistle can be found, the land is vast and it used to have acres and acres of sweet corn growing, one crop harvest proceed the other and all of a sudden the damage was done and nothing is left on the ground.
The sun peeps slowly over the burning hill streaming through thick shrubs and laden trees and I watch the village burn and the temperature grows and trees fall apart from broken dreams. The twisted vine on the cedar tree tied up the village, wrapping up the branches and leaves and absorbing the nutrients around and sending more heat into the ground.
Nothing grows there anymore, the lake has dried up and the fresh water fish is gone and all that is left is tears in my eyes and miles upon miles of burnt land with charred remains of human and animals scattered all around and nothing was left on the ground.
The cows used to feed over there, and the sheep used to graze up there and the olive and grapes used to thrive over there; what on earth has gone wrong something must have poisoned and suck the substance out of the land. Just the building frames are standing there and the mound on the hill stands still.
There are several of them around symbolize that the spirit of the dead can no longer be fed. They are still lingering around searching for a home more than a thousand of them used to occupy the land but no one is there, they are all gone, It came like a thief in night and left behind a woeful sacrifice behind just few of them escaped before daylight.
The land of nothingness stood bear, the land of nothingness has nothing to share; nothing can grow or survive there, and everyone has to leave there, the universe will shake that place the land of nothingness will go to waste. Get the 2.5 million people out of that place before it’s too late the earth has come back to occupy its place.
video of "Ironic" is for my 'Cinco De Mayo' contribution.
Alanis Morissette, emotive mezzo-soprano voice
and confessional songwriting with a feminist’s choice
Canadian, nineties rock-star famous for Jagged Little Edge
Raw naked cringe-y to the profound, empowering by virtue I pledge
(She’s helped countless women and girls to find their voices, to speak out, and to take up space)
Thank you India
symbolizing spiritual awakening and enlightenment
Thank you terror
acknowledge the challenging and painful aspects
Thank you disillusionment
of life that can lead to growth and wisdom
Thank you frailty
highlight vulnerability and accountability as essential
Thank you consequence
components of personal development
Thank you silence
suggests finding peace and clarity through
introspection and contemplation
let go of something burdensome, which ultimately leads
to personal growth and transformation
A pivotal moment, represents as a turning point
where she gains a new perspective and begins to understand
the value of forgiveness, living in the present, and embracing her own divinity
How 'bout me not blaming you for everything?
blame the moon, release unriquited love and like a bird that doesn't know where their home is, fly away
How 'bout me enjoying the moment for once?
How 'bout how good it feels to finally forgive you?
How 'bout grieving it all one at a time?
Thank you frailty
The moment I let go of it was the moment
I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it
Was the moment I touched down
How 'bout no longer being masochistic?
How 'bout remembering your divinity?
How 'bout unabashedly bawling your eyes out?
signifies emotional release and catharsis,
suggesting that facing and processing emotions
is crucial for personal evolution
How 'bout not equating death with stopping?
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you, thank you silence
Ladies sing along with the goddess Alanis
Thank U Providence
Thank U Canada
Thank U Alanis Morissette
Space I am surrounded by space
and in it I'm crowded but yet I am surrounded in the world filled covered with Grace of Him Elohim
Blacked
Darkness shuns the light
In space, blacken in Darkness
I shine
For I am...the
LIGHT
interpretation of my words:
I'm surrounded by the vastness of space,
yet feel crowded,
implying a sense of contrast between
the physical and spiritual realms.
Despite being in a world filled with darkness,
I am covered in the Grace of Elohim,
Encased by His divine protection and love.
Move darkness recoils from the light,
indicating a separation between the two realms.
In the midst of darkness, I shine,
declaring my true nature as the Light.
My soul convey a sense spiritual awareness
Within His divine connection
As I am contrast between light and darkness
Soar I triumph as light over the darkness
I declare and degree my identity as a beacon of light
I who keeps shining my light in the darkness!
Radiance is a testament our testimony
To the power of Elohim's Grace
Soar I shine within His face
I AM of THE LIGHT- I AM GIVING LIGHT
9/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
The rain that fell on the night was of the type pot plants like,
it has stopped the air is mild, and the flowers smiles except the lemon tree
that is born grumpy and bears bitter fruit, which incidentally is good
with fried fish and it refreshes otherwise lame dishes, say fish cakes with
boiled potatoes, a meal crying out for something bitter to hide
the Norwegian boredom food like seeing Oslo`s municipal building
ten times a day. My wife has watered the indoor plants that were green
with envy not being allowed to go outside.
For lunch we are having soup, it has too much pepper in it and again
I have to ask the lemon tree for help as roses are pretty but useless.
Way down yonder,
Where the cactus grow.
The wind blows hot,
The day moves slow.
It's siesta time,
In the afternoon.
Then people shine,
Under crescent moon.
The music plays,
Beneath the stars.
The joyful dance,
To twin guitars.
A tequila shot,
A wedge of lime,
A pinch of salt,
It's fiesta time.
The men make sure,
To tip their hat.
The young would stand,
While the elders sat.
The smiles are plenty,
The tears are few.
The food is spicy,
And the women too.
As night time ends,
And all had fun.
The weary mass,
Would greet the sun.
With heart's content,
And feeling blessed.
They'd journey home,
Once more to rest.
May May Be
By Franklin Price
4/25/2015
May may be the nicest month
Of all the dozen best
You may ask why would I say this
Let us put it to the test
The days of winter gone
Freakish April in the past
Flowers are still blooming
We have not seen the last
The days have balmy temperatures
The nights are sleeping cool
Hot Summer days are not yet here
The kids are still in school
I remember dancing 'round the pole
When I was in grade three
Over under round about
Was a lot of fun for me
May has many holidays
In abundance they abound
Can celebrate or commemorate
With silence or with sound
May Day's the first with dancing pole
Cinco de Mayo, Teacher's Day
Victory in Europe
Take your mother out and pay
Don't forget our soldiers
For our freedom lives they give
Memorial Day is at the end
Celebrate the lives you live
For May and all the other months
Last words I say to you
Respect yourself and others
In everything you say and do
Park of unfenced wildness
densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited essence
park pigeons squat, survey seniors
in the grip of Tai Chi
to seize a different footing
orchestrated movement
Pigeons in an uncertain watch
wait
anticipating
trusting park folk to feed them
then launch in a flap fury of wings and cooing
to seniors' arms extended, open palms
Tai Chi posing
a tableau of food (mis-read)
open handed offerings?
absent
bird swarmed,
seniors shriek as in a Hitchcock film
their eroded routine
wellness check thwarted
push back 'gainst a flock,
shadowboxing the open air
seniors scatter
take flight in leaps fearful like space walk wandering
re-kindled voltage like lost sex energy lit
spectacle, in bird-winged fear
when movement's no longer the quiet order
we control
Poems composed July 13/2022