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In sun and in rain,
Toils of broken soles and blistered palms.
And the journey, tedious, ends in the dank
Leaves of a breathless forest; so rancid the undergrowth,
Hissing signals of danger in the darkest foliage of mankind.
I cringed alone.
So unkempt this unholy place, where the sun is
Mocked; so ungraceful, yet so glorious.
So cautious these woods, where the panthers,
At noon, watch with the keenest of eyes, silent.
Cadaverous each leaning wood, and misleading,
Every thorny path and track . . .
I have journeyed,
And so precious my journey that I seek life among
The living, and have thus toiled until I gathered and
Garnered the speckled pages of the apothecary’s creed.
Now the leaves in the cauldron boil, squeezed!
The content stored for squirting life into the living.
"One Bad Apple"
Soft cool-aid breezed in
wielding her sharp peeler
skinning the first apple
Boss girl
begins.
Stewed apples
slowly eaten
swallowed, taken in
One way out.
Boss girl
begins.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
"Raise Hell", Dorothy
https://youtu.be/cfKPobjPZSE
“She does not want the world
to tell her how to live her life.
She does not want the world
to put her into a category.
She will smile even when
not all is good with her.
She will believe
what should not be.
And she will dream wild!
She is a bird.
She just wants to fly
in the wide blue sky!”
Avijeet Das
“I am a strong girl
Someday I will win the world
Yes I will smile in the wrong time
I won't do what has to be done
Or what the world
supposes me to have done
I will just do what I want
Drop out from crowd
Pretend to fall where I don't
Smile even when not all is good
Believe what should not be
Dream wild
Look observe and not harm
Coz I just live
Let me live
Don't put me in a category
or a class
I am as light
as a glass
This world
this beautiful world
Oh how complex
has it been made by us
Just look at the bird
soaring in the blue sky
Does it even care
Does it even care?”
Suyasha Subedi
"My muse is my daughter
My strength is hers
My muse is my mother
Her strength is mine
My muse are my sisters
My strength is theirs
My muse is my soul
Our strength is eternal"
"I roared, I rampaged and I got bloody satisfaction".
Kill Bill
Excerpt, Script, Kill Bill 2
https://www.ivanachubbuck.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Kill-Bill-2-Bill-Bride.pdf
artist/artwork: Rose Freymuth-Frazier
"One Bad Apple".
https://www.freymuth-frazier.com/
Each night I peruse the sky
Tilt my head way up high
Count the stars here and nigh
As if secrets to demystify
My heart it seeks to pacify
I search beyond each constellation
When sense in my heart primal agitation
And my pulse beats with acceleration
Because it’s there, the object of my aspiration
Right there before my eyes, my heart do console
I get to see you and talk to you as I stroll
Because I’ve recognized your essence, your soul
Larger than life, looking down on me, glory be
I still feel, though now angel-like, you embracing me
There is life after death, you are the Milky Way
Elated, I feel light and serene as a heavenly butterfly
Seek no further answers or dare question divination
Blissfully content to finally feel whole
Knowing you are here and there to perpetuity
Because there is life after death, you are the Milky Way
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 26, 2018 for SKY POETRY CONTEST sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN - RANKED 5TH
Submitted on February 5, 2018 for MINUANETTA POETRY CONTEST sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 3RD
The receding light of the diffuse past,
falling on the slices of the broken dreams
leaves the morose life under the blue beams
of the time present, the shadow of gloom it casts.
Living the past chasing mirage of shadow
of construed delight or introspect contrition,
makes ground for growing roots of abstraction
that can’t hold long the wooden life turned hollow.
The flicker of the candle of gleaming hope
from behind the lifting mist of future opaque,
makes enticing designs of shadow in the wake,
as the time’s show goes on in life’s kaleidoscope.
My mind meanders in terrain of the present,
between contours of the unseen and the seen
as the cascading stream in life’s landscape scene,
I enjoy the symphony of its flow to my heart’s content.
Down the hued horizon dusk slides slow,
I stand where the stream meets the serene sea.
On the placid plateau of the past spread behind me
I face the yonder sinking sun, see it cast a long shadow.
September 19, 2019
Contest : Pick A Title, Vol 9, Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh
Title chosen : Cast a long shadow
January 2, 2020
Contest : Strand Select 2, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
We label not only ourselves but others.
Multiple personality, schizophrenic, bi-polar.
Everyone fights for a seat at the Asperger table.
We all want to become something special.
Downing our valium and lithium pills at an alarming rate.
We are shaky and unsteady now; fuzzy thinking but content.
Because we have our labels, wearing them prominently.
Stamping our skin with tattoos of truth and valor.
We convince ourselves we are unique
When in fact, we are but a pack of minions
all vying for the same labels,
heading toward a sleepless night
Anxiety compounded upon anxiety
thanks to our ridiculous addiction to the news
Turn off the murders and rapes; we don’t need them!
But wait, maybe we do ….
to justify our labels.
Love justice
Those old memories are still new,
My love, he was one of the very few,
It occurred to us at the very first sight,
a challenge to prove who was more bright,
He lost to me and I lost to him,
Emotions flowed out to the brim,
He left me nowhere in deep sea,
Is there any love justice I could seek ?
Relationships in life of love and lost,
Give warmth of blood and chills of frost,
What I thought would be a faithful reward,
Happened to be a punishment so hard,
Irrefutable for life are the love demands,
then why expect me follow lifeless commands ?
Not a spot of bother if the world will prattle,
I am onto conquering a love battle !
Passionate be, leading with grace to life's trail,
last breath of content might see love justice prevail !!
Written Jan 21st, 2015
For contest "Love justice" by Justin Bordner
Awarded HM
John a Dear Friend Gone
"I carry your heart with me(I carry it in my heart) I am never without it"
Quote _ by E.E. Cummings
Miss you John
A dear friend has gone
So used to
Seeing you
In the residents lounge room
Now a place of gloom.
No goodbyes
Taken by surprise
Though you fought
The onslaught
Of all you’d been going through
We knew, John we knew.
Though deceased
In autumnal breeze
We’ll hear you
Behold you
In displays of russet leaves
Swirling down from trees.
Seasons come
And we are sure chum
You'll be near
Never fear
When the cold north wind doth blow
In sun, rain or snow.
We’ll treasure
The joy and pleasure
Of time shared
Of souls bared
In our heart and memory
Always, constantly.
Time to fly
To beyond the sky
Carry love
Up above
A keepsake to heaven sent
Sleep in sweet content.
*+*
14th September 2022
Writing Challenge - In My Heart - S Forms - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by - Constance La France
Theme chosen no.6 - Lost to Heaven - A Friend
Poetry form - Shadorma
Syllable count each 6 line stanza - (3/5/3/3/7/5)
The Mirror
There is something in this universe that shows us things exactly for what they are.
Some things we desperately want to change and some people are content with it all.
The mirror never lies and sometimes it is the enemy you never knew you had….
The mirror.
You take your hand and slowly lift it up to the dirty disheveled mirror in your bedroom.
Your fingertips glaze the surface and leave a clean reminisce in the dust.
Tears roll down your cheek as it is almost too disheartening to see the reflection.
You are tired.
You are unkept from depression.
Things that should be every day routine, are now more like chores.
Why?
Why cant you change what you see?
It is one constant that will never change.
The mirror never lies.
How? How can the one thing that is truthful in your life bring you so much sadness?
The mirror.
You turn from your reflection and fall the floor.
You are on your knees, head in your hands.
You cry out to whoever will listen.
You pause.
Silence.
You pick your head up.
You turn back and walk toward the mirror.
You push back the tears that well up in your eyes.
You calm your mind and think to yourself momentarily.
There is also another constant, and its one you always shined a negative light on.
Why do you hate what you see?
The words of others possibly?
Or was it just you seeing yourself in the worst way possible?
Not knowing how to make amends with the person staring back at you.
You look away and place your left hand on your right shoulder.
“Seems as though you love yourself more than you think you do.
So next time you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see,
Don’t be so hard on yourself.
Because at the end of the day, the only person you truly can rely on,
Is ME.”
So today you can make a vow to uphold.
Don’t hate the reflection because it isn’t perfect.
You are a work in progress.
Growing mentally stronger with each hardship you overcome and sometimes don’t overcome.
Don’t be afraid to put yourself first.
Being selfish is scary but being too selfless is deadly.
The mirror never lies.
I am a confident, content person
l know and like who l am
I know my strengths and weaknesses
Me …l understand
Though at times , l lack confidence in aspects of my academic ability
I have never really considered myself creative or smart
Recently my self doubt has been boosted
Creating a positive change of heart
The recent Alphabet poems l have written
Alphabet gossip being the subject
Have received unbelievable encouraging comments
Comments, l truly did not expect
Words like clever, imaginative ,creative
Words l can’t and won’t ignore
Have elevated my fluctuating confidence
Like never before
I want to sincerely thank those poets
Who voiced such kind, genuine positivity
The power of your thoughts and words
Have encouraged a more confident academic self belief in me
Just one more avenue that will take you down
As on Satan's head you place yet another a crown
As a homeless man scavenges through the window pane
You look upon him with complete and utter disdain
And once having your own fill
You now add dessert to that bill
Adjusting your chair so as not to look outside
For sympathy was never something you really ever tried
Getting ready for the chill you don your coat
Having suddenly gotten this little lump in your now empty throat
Now on your way, walking out the front door
Hoping you don't see that pathetic man any more
But as you continue your walk back up South street
There he is lying on a vent, crumpled up at you feet
Casually walking past, trying to look the other way
He looks up at you and say's, "sir, it is for your soul that I pray"
But you didn't hear those words that he said
For your too content and completely fed
Having so little he has given you so much
For life is so brittle without God's Touch