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10/27/22
Not the best credentials
Yet so much potential
It's evidential
Not all of it is essential
Considering that much is still experimental
Remaining confidential
Seen in person or written in pencil
Still pouring
And exploring
My faith in humanity lost not restoring
Too much of it is boring
They are always ignoring
Or warring
As well as being rude and lording
Far from a haiku
Not always the sky blue
Too often lied to
This is quite true
I do
Have the bird's eye view
If I choose I'll slide through
Typical people being quite rude
During daylight and as night drew
Always acting like they have the right to
I don't like it, so I do the opposite in spite of you
I don't trust her
I remain a lone hunter
While below thunder
It's no wonder
Since others are often thrown under
Felt like a zero until I turned into a hero
She never once wanted my phone number
Meanwhile I did it like no other
When will it rest?
Toward each other they often pit against
It's a mess
All these tricks and wrecks
Causing more disconnect
At times I feel alien not like Gilgamesh
What a joke, always thinking they're still the best
Having ill intent
How dumb and sad that people got killed for less
To nil effect
So quit the trek of continual disrespect
I'm on a scientific quest
I could care less how these b****es dress
In the open or occurring secretly
The cycle is seemingly
Going on repeatedly
Coronavirus, here to stay;
Rather unfortunate to say.
Lives have changed; things aren't the same.
Crowding of hospitals, a shame.
Complacency, life on the edge;
Flirting with disaster on ledge.
We're close to falling off a cliff
After withstanding hardship's biff.
Oh, when will this pandemic end?
Masks now drive me around the bend;
Quite the necessary evil!
Omicron surge cause upheaval.
Setbacks after progress does stink.
Ship of state teeters on the brink;
Soon, millions of lives will be lost,
Vaccinate and avoid the cost!
C-Form - Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme chosen: Cliff
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 01/17/2022
Why is life either dark or bright,
dreary as death and joyful as birth?
Why can't it be brighter than light?
Some aim high at claiming their birthright,
their thoughts are rooted in worth;
why is life either dark or bright?
For many days and nights are cursed with fright,
often failure becomes an unbearable torment;
why can't it be brighter than light?
Could anyone restore a man's blind sight,
or multiply a fish by invoking a thought?
Why is life either dark or bright?
And should all who seem impeccably right,
hide hatred and envy by not rising a doubt?
Why is life either dark or bright?
Must I remind everyone how fragile is might;
wasn't life created from water and dust?
Why is life either dark or bright?
Why can't it be brighter than light?
As the sun travels down to the other side,
The dark begins it's journey back.
The sky is like an artist painting over blue,
with orange, purple, gray, then black.
My heart begins to thunder,
with new life once more.
That critical, all revealing orb is gone,
time to unlock the door.
Part the curtains, raise the shades
get up out of bed
Get the coffee brewing, head on out
they say it's the time of the living dead.
Gone the imperfections of the day,
hidden in the comfort of the night.
Confidence is being restored
in the dancing shadows of the low crescent moon light.
Some say evil lurks in the darkness,
waiting silently for it's prey.
But it's the evil that sleep at night,
dreaming schemes for the coming day!
I am less frightened when you are around me in pitch black.
When you are in, like a rat before a cat, I'm anguished.
I feel like I turn into a predator and attack
My very self, and terrorize it till it gets vanquished.
I see, my thoughts, like a thousand serpents, stand furious.
They spray the deadly venom of pessimism. I am gone.
To act upon my impulses, my mind gets curious.
With or without purposeful intent, I am all alone.
Am I thrown into a hell where evil each deed insists?
Have the virtues and values I learned now gone to waste?
Where and where alone does truth, like the purest nectar, exist?
When will I be, with the basking of the brightest spring sun, graced?
It's my prayer to you, dear darkness, to touch the physique well.
Do not pull any soul of a being towards the hell
A Vampire’s life
Not to die
Not to sleep
To feed on blood
A vampire’s life
To change innocent souls
To kill with no heart
A vampire’s life
Skin as pale
Beauty as never seen before
Fangs and claws as firmly strong
So manifestly they see
Their dark life ahead them
For a thousand years they must live
For a million Greif they must taste
To live an immortal life
To be fought by crosses and holey water
To be stabbed by daggers and wood shoots
What’s there to live for?
What’s there to keep u stay?
To live a vampire life
Something so sadly desperate and dark
Something so magnificent and passionate
To live a vampire life
U got to be bitten by a vampire
The Royal disease
I'm no royalty, but I got the gene
The gene that I'll pass down to a carrier
Who'll be like the crown bearer
A crown of thorns to be cast onto the next
And like a chain it binds the victim
It confines them to a life of precaution
Cause our joints can't take much
From time to time they bleed, it hurts like a thorn
But unlike the hierarchy this is random
The bearer can be anyone
And cause it doesn't follow a pattern
It's hard to monitor and a pain when it attacks
It's carried in the x chromosome
And because we boys question it with our y
It's us who fall victim to it
Having to suffer It's wrath
To ease the swellings we got injections
We call it factor and its a big factor,
To consider self infusion
Cause our life's depend on it
But in place of factor when there's none
We have to take rest after an attack
Ice it down to cool or compress it to cool
Cause if it doesn't we forced to elevate it
The PO£T
The Wanderer, Part III
The wise man contemplates these ruins,
considers this dark life soberly,
remembers the blood spilled here
in multitudes of battles,
then says:
“Where is the horse now? Where, its riders?
Where, the givers of gifts & treasure, the gold-friend?
Where, the banquet-seats? Where, the mead-halls’ friendly uproars?
Gone, the bright cup! Gone, the mailed warrior!
Gone, the glory of princes! Time has slipped down
the night-dome, as if it never were!
Now all that remains is this wall, wondrous-high,
decorated with strange serpentine shapes,
these unreadable wormlike runes!
The strength of spears defeated the earls,
lances lusting for slaughter, for some glorious victory!
Now storms rage against these rock-cliffs,
as swirling snows & sleet entomb the earth,
while wild winter howls its wrath
as the pale night-shadow descends.
The frigid north sends hailstones to harry warriors.
Hardships & struggles beset the children of men.
The shape of fate is twisted under the heavens
as the Wyrdes decree.
Life is on loan, wealth transitory, friendships fleeting,
man himself fleeting, everything transitory,
& earth’s entire foundation stands empty.”
Thus spoke the wanderer, wise-hearted, as he sat apart in thought.
Good is the man who keeps his word to the end.
Nor should a man manifest his breast-pangs before he knows their cure,
how to accomplish the remedy with courage.
Keywords/Tags: Anglo-Saxon, translation, Old English, wanderer, wise, wisdom, ruins, runes, war, battles, time, travel, travail, wall, winter, ice, snow, sleet, storms, night, shadows, life, friendships, loss, lost, sorrow, dark
Everything glitters
after dark.
Little by little,
I fell out of love with the sun,
slipping between the black and the white.
I started to appreciate the sound
of music with hot loving.
So good, so giving.
Blood so hot, you barely notice that it's boiling,
until everything's on fire,
everything's moving.
(It hurts so good, it doesn't)
And now,
I can't sleep for the need, it litters
my mind like an infectious disease.
(Though I'd been searching for it)
Little by little,
I caught it,
hands open,
palms burning.
Anything seems bigger
spread by shadows.
Now I think faster,
laugh louder,
love harder,
go quicker.
And when the morning sun litters
the sky,
it's an unwanted savior
to people like us.
(Because we know what's best,
we've seen what's better)
So we rest a little,
hiding strangeness with normalcy,
lust with routine.
But when the sun sets,
I watch with curiosity,
shadows wake and spread
(as if it's the first time)
legs open, arms wide,
inviting me in
to stop pretending
I'm something that I'm not.
Little by little,
I don't need much of anything,
knowing that love
will find me
in unusual ways.
Maybe it already has
but I lost count of ways...
too in love with shadows...
too in love with the night...
Too late.
there …
is an Other …
an oppressive weight that balances -
entropy demands it
as does all that is precious and estimable
the bright of the day demands it
the surety of each heart thrum
the value of life and love and kindness
demands it …
each moment given to care
each tender tear let in passion's stead
every wild and wondered thing
depends on its sacred depth and darkening
we dare not breathe its ancient name
yet without it, all is valueless -
without it, all is ruin …
its lack would ensure far worse than doom
for even doom, the echo of hope, has a bearing
indifference and apathy would flood its absence
and all that's exemplary would forsake worth
no shine or lilt or ebullience would remain
even the sweet belly laughs of children
would be drained of their joy
and life itself, its import and motive
indeed …
there is an Other -
patient and rooted as the heavens
and far, far more more eternal …
but beware its eager arms
and sweeter …
kiss.