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Glowing candles flicker an imminent grief,
Undulant meadows sink then moments brief,
A recluse in silence deep, torment lies only if
Truth recoups when heavy gravels lift,
An answer wayward a curse or a gift.
Cowslips they unfold of features like Jen,
Savages abscond when clock strikes ten,
Perverse acts send hungry crowds lighten,
Hubris hold invariably the psyche taken,
Perils unforeseen pulses of men quicken.
Children's lax inexpiable chides mother,
Intrinsic in nature mud ponds splatter,
Bare foots they wrestle, would spectators rather?
Such complacency splits its odd feather,
A pervasive yet reprehensible matter.
Pictures in frames of tumultuous memories,
Mutinous rogues, malevolent the eye that sees,
To confer one's wish in return good ceases,
Tentative strokes across sheets her will flees,
Exacerbates her desires tenfold with ease.
Painful memories of my dying past
Hiding this from a long while
Painful memories of my undying present
Hiding this behind a smile
To save me from the endless pain
A sacrifice was done in front of me
Nothing from being used will be of a gain
Giving into another identity I came to be
Under my endless curse, coming with a purpose
Behind my physical light, my actions were dark
To take a stronger life without any remorse
And to destroy a world, my magic will make them part
Standing in front of a lonely and distant king
Never noticing his hidden past desire for killing
Going into changes by taking me under his wing
Teaching me on how to smile, this was our new willing
And just when I thought I was really saved
The inevitable call of destiny arrived upon me
Steady calm before raging storms, I must be braved
As a new role of destiny was bestowed upon me
Placing my king through an underground, eternal sleep
A creation from my magic became your new wing
Hoping good dreams will forever be in your keep
Behind the silent smile, I'll run away from this king
Wanting and longing to be away from my known world
Hiding the sins of my past, hiding them behind the smile
Traveling and entering into each new and unknown world
The sins behind my life, never to be erased for a long while
Save me from my painful memories behind the lying smile
Begging and pleading to my new travelers of time
Find me a way on breaking free with a new and truthful smile
Hoping the sinful curse of my life be eternally gone in time
Protecting and protected by my travelers of time
Will never refer them as pawns, never address by an evil name
It can be assured this will not become my sinful crime
Through one's final revenge, this will be the end to an evil game
Because I was given different kinds of love, this became my new way
Knowing the journey of my life will forever be my guide
New worlds I travel eternally, each world becomes my brand new day
And living with a renewed purpose, beyond a smile shall forever be mine
Freedom is a natural right
Sometimes the cost of freedom
Takes a life time
Yes expecially in a land of tumor
In a place were life's are harder to cope with
What more are we always protesting for
If not always this same quest called freedom
We wish to understand if it is a curse
On we Africans
Why cant we for once determined our future
On and on everyday is a new story
This stories are never far from fighting for freedom
We have lost alot on this game of freedom
We have gone through pains on this quest
What more do we have to loose
I ask the world
Cos truly I know
Freedom is a natural right
Freedom is a natural right
Born to live on fighting
This legacy never change
Their is always a fight
Defending the right is always never
Far from this source of fighting
Dignity needs it value among our ego
We cant allow devaluation to what
We value
So always we need to watch each others back
Day by day night by night noon by noon
Cos ourselves is the only army
To save ourselves from the harm
That befalls our existence
And this harms never fail to take away our freedom
No wonder the cost of freedom
Remains a life time
In our land of tumor despite
Freedom is a natural right
Do not ask time
to work in tandem with you. It won't.
It revels in doing just the opposite.
It is Satan's vicious curse.
Time doesn't care if you have one leg
hopping along the fast lane
to keep up. It won't adjust to your pace.
It leaves you in the dust every time.
Do not bother extending
a hand of friendship to time.
It slaps down every outstretched hand.
It insists on staying your enemy.
Time seethes with envy; so envious
it's working year after year
to ravage your beautiful face with age,
to oxidize all your precious shiny things.
It scoffs at your youth and vitality
so enjoy them while you have them.
Live your life while both are still intact.
before time wreaks its havoc.
Marvel at the colorful flowers
blooming in your garden while spring
is still young, for time will eventually
wilt them all. Cruel and merciless; time...
kills us all in the end!
N-A re-run 7 Poetry Contest (Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Date submitted: 06/14/2020
Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke (N/A)
Date written: 06/10/2020
Moniff Transfer Zone
Mass Transfer Zone
Atta Bouis haul ya
Sing that there?
Damn blame me
You forgot the
First word.
You should be singing
Since you know
Every Word
How they sing that
there
How they sing that
there
(Alto) You one of
them ones
So sing with the
Alto's
(Cantar) Starts the
Piece, gone sing
w up the the alto's
How y'all sing that
there
How do y'all sing that
there.
Meet with resistance
they frowned and moaned
I heard some curse and groan
but we talked it out.
We translated
and tweeted
Adjustments
Introducing a greet
Then we were happy
To see
We could get along
Our new song
We changed each and
Every verse
Music can first
ah brand new song
How y'all sing
That there
Pounding at the resonant head
of my chest—he of hunger
latches his fangs just beneath my jaw—
not to sever silence, but to pummel poison.
Tissue parts with wet reluctance,
he with need more than malice
burrows into the larynx of what
was once controlled, fearful sound.
Nameless, shapeless he who
with shark-possessed teeth does not ravage—
but infiltrates—peeling cartilage from confession,
mining marrow-thoughts clogged in
curse-traversed trachea.
I am a conduit split open—
voice extracted in ligaments,
fibrous and twitching,
stripped from the cords—
myofibrils separatus tendon.
Nameless, shapeless he!
How does he so musically reshape
what I cannot say?
How does he gut syllables
I do not recognize—
yet still, convince me
they are mine?
With his guiding talons,
my breath comes out red,
heavier than blood—
tastes of steel-bitten soul—
boiled vowels
that never knew air
but somehow rise.
His incantation:
Spiritus somni!
Spits into my mouth—
a blessing—not!
a summons—not!
but a shameful dream behind my teeth
like bruises that speak sermons.
Nameless, shapeless he…
He says I was never mute—
only sealed for some latter doomsday…
And now, with my throat laid open like a shrine,
he listens as I blaspheme
my dream.
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity
Is it the end of times, it seems things can't get much worse
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity
Seeking things which once were called of the flesh, of vanity
Every word out of their mouths, brings down another curse
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity
What misfortune we bring upon ourselves, risking our sanity
Could there be new vile thing left in which we could immerse
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity
Stories they believe of a world once purged by a great sea
They say they believe, but all of their actions very diverse
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity
Money, greed, and corruption is the root of all evil you see
Salvation, grace, nor love will be traded for contents of purse
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity
I am not innocent of anything as I make this lofty decree
Only a small hope of seeking right can I possibly nurse
Each day I rise wondering what has happened to humanity
They toil and run on a wheel like rats to their own calamity
for Apocalypse Rising Contest
I was nobody
I was never known by millions.
I was not of influence, wealth, or power
I was just another person in the crowd.
I was a body at many different jobs
I had a few relatives and friends all over
Some I only talked with on the phone or online.
I think some of them miss me, but I am not sure
I know what is left of my family misses me
The empty seat at the table still makes them all tear up.
I was nobody
The world did not know me
I was a face passing through the realm of time
My anonymity was both a curse and a blessing
I did not matter to most people.
I was a just few numbers and a name
on cards and things in my wallet
I was of little to no value to most people
I was just one of many who died of a deadly virus
Now I am a number in a death count that still climbs
I was nobody
Yet a stranger held my hand knowing my light was extinguishing
A trembling hand that had clearly held too many hands like mine
with a pair of teary exhausted eyes ravaged by this unrelenting insanity
The stranger gave me hope because after all the pain and suffering they endured they were able to find a few more tears within them for a nobody
The stranger understood that I was not just another face or number
They realized that this nobody was someone to somebody somewhere.
Rivers
There's a river of emotion
that flows into the sea.
And a river of devotion
that's pouring out of me.
Like sunshine breaking through the clouds
in the middle of a storm.
I'm coming, yes I'm coming.
In my love I'll keep you warm.
Like food is to a starving man
who's not getting any younger.
I'll fill you up and give you hope
and drive away your hunger.
Like a tiny boat that's lost at sea
no help for them in sight.
I'll reach for you I'll reach right through
the darkest lonely night.
Like a singer on an empty stage
the crowd has come and gone.
I'm standing still, I always will
and I will cheer you on.
Though multitudes might gather
and shout and curse your name.
It is I whose love won't die
I'll love you just the same.
Edwin C Hofert
They Never See
They never see the damage in their hands,
only the wreckage left in someone else’s.
They walk through broken rooms calling it fate,
while mirrors stand untouched,
gathering dust.
They paint you villain just to feel like saints,
rewrite the script so they survive the story.
Truth bends easy when you fear yourself,
and blame becomes a language
they speak fluently.
Every road they take ends the same
not by chance, not by curse,
but by footsteps that refuse to learn
the weight of where they land.
They cannot sit with silence,
cannot face the stillness
where truth waits patiently.
So they run
loud, restless, pointing outward.
Empty pockets, open hands,
spending like tomorrow owes them something.
And when the bill comes due,
they pass it round the table
like it was never theirs.
But life keeps count.
Quietly. Precisely.
No matter how they twist the tale.
And one day,
when the noise dies down
and there’s no one left to blame
they’ll meet themselves
for the first time.