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although a group of people sustain their lives beautifying
everything surrounding them
insisting that everything is good
because they are God’s creation
while another group of people
though they also are humans
swallow and spit out loathsome language
go tottering intoxicated from a foul-smelling-contaminated-air
fuming from the languages they spat out
after there came an erect postured bipedal primate
which was a trifle creature fed by dust wiggling on the earth
for thousands of thousands of long years
eventually they started to share their thoughts
looking in each others’ eyes
cultivating, refining words and phrases for better communication
among those words
were beautifully polished and preserved phrases
thru generation after generations of studies and development
they were exclusively used by a specific class of people who enjoy showing off
and thereby wanted to separate themselves from ordinary people, however, now, the beautiful words and phrases became coarse;
is it because the words were abused by them or
their sleazy tongues stiffened the phrases?
they lost interest in finding the reasonable reasons
because there was no yard-stick to establish a standard;
zombies stalk on the street in bright daylight
the fake brand-name luxurious articles overrun the street
DNA twisted weirdly
all children are born mutated and therefore have evolved
to an overly obdurate species, strange world
there are no family features of daughters like their mother
or sons who resemble their fathers anymore
but only a line of families
like a poorly shaped mosaic landscape made with puzzle pieces
picked-up from alleys and forcefully placed to make a picture
they are never satisfied with what they have
and that’s why if you applaud them they demand more,
if their request is rejected they yell and scream at you
with newly invented swear words
rather, like a dead person
no matter how much you extolled him, doesn’t ask more;
even stamped on to humiliate him, won’t cry or say a word
that’s why God may have kept
everything beautiful beyond men’s reach
that’s why men who live on this side of the world
shout and scream
making everything uglier than it should-be
hanging on to the things they can easily put their hands on
MY POEMS PACIFY ME
It’s welcome pouring my feelings here
The wind that blows off my feeling here has no landing
With a strong hand that blows me to the edge
It makes me numb when I want to speak
Trying hard to listen with ear that have gone deaf
The bats see clearly than me because my eye is blind
Trying to understand but my mind on stray can’t focus
At that moment my whole body ceases to function
I became a living dead person in a dead living place
This is what happens when anger takes control of me.
It’s awkward but more unwelcome when my body over-reacts
The wind blowing off my feeling starts searching for a destination
It’s worse when that strong wind blows me off the top of reasoning
That is when my mouth will want to speak as well as shout
My ears will hear all that’s to hear even words never spoken of
My eyes will see more clearly than an eagle even sees things unseen
I absolutely understand everything even when there is nothing there to understand
At that moment; blood surges through my veins in a rush like a rushing storm
My body over functions that I hear, see, feel, say and act out of control
That’s what happens when am frustrated and upset.
This is the part of my life I carefully always want to avoid
It’s unfortunate as well as impossible; I can’t avoid a final destination
Sometimes I succeed in avoiding the part of me I don’t want me to know exists
Sometimes I fail in avoiding it because the same me makes it happen again and …
It’s scary to know I want to kill myself so as not to see the next second and still….
Its worse I want to kill someone when am angry so as to pacify myself
When I can’t do all these, I settle to destroying things & breaking glasses to classes
I don’t want to fight if it’s a he; the aftermath will be fatter than fatal
It’s worse if it’s a she; I don’t know where to start; stopping will be grave junction
That moment; all I do is go somewhere quite & complain to my poems that listen
That’s the only place I pour my feelings without regret…
My poems pacify me…
…Lordvip…
…D’ Poetic Beast…
Your Long Angular Feet
You don’t know me, but
I been riding here in this trundling lounge car
for two hours now, watching
you and your long angular feet,
while rumbling over these burdened tracks,
to silent Garden City, up there in Kansas
on the high wheat plains, sky bound!
I been wondering what your name is.
Alas, it is really none of my business,
but your silent intuitive look,
your expressive knowing gaze,
has intrigued me with repentant ambivalences, and
guilty acknowledgements within my mind,
far beyond any understandable explanation,
far beyond the passing distant New Mexico mountains,
as they inertly move with silent dogged violence,
out there, in the whirring passing blur,
beyond these curving airy Amtrak eyes,
of blue tint and orange penetrating glare,
wrought with distorting apparitions of yellow
and green wheezing monsters of morning light,
with the Super Chief masticating eastern miles,
like a termite boring ferociously, slashing
into the railroad ties of unyielding time;
And so we sit, staring out this bubble window in the sun,
and I been wondering about you.
I been believing you’re educated, I can tell,
by the look of your pursed lips,
indicative of past heartbreaks and meltdowns;
and I been believing you’re a democrat,
by your descending, unhearing stare,
indicative of past arguments with fools
who sleep near obelisks, set in old stone.
And as you gaze far away
through the lounge car windows,
deep into New Mexico, its heart and rocky soul,
I wonder what you’re remembering there,
smiling, at peace with your intended purpose.
It was really nothing to me or anyone else,
nothing earth-shaking or profoundly circumstantial,
but you got off in Albuquerque,
you and your long angular feet,
and you walked away, like a dead person
in an old film reel.
I
"Grief exist in thoughts.
With a shift in thoughts they end"
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When someone close dies we cry
How will I live without that person
Thinking so our tears never dry
We praise his goodness he was such a good person
How will I live without that person
Our selfish mind is thinking
We praise his goodness he was such a good person
If only we would stop thinking
Our selfish mind is thinking
Only about our loss
If only we would stop thinking
About self and our loss
Only about our loss
Forgetting the dead person
About self and our loss
Not a thought of dead person
Forgetting the dead person
Can do wonders to our mind
Not a though of dead person
Can erase grief from mind
Can do wonders to our mind
If we think how dead persons suffering ended
Can erase grief from mind
If we think how without more suffering his life ended
If we think how dead persons suffering ended
We will rejoice on death
If we think how without more suffering his life ended
We will be happy on death
We will rejoice on death
If we loved the one who died
We will be happy on death
If we selflessly thought only about one who died
If we loved the one who died
We will never shed a tear
If we selflessly thought only about one who died
we will never shed a tear
We will never shed a tear
For death marks the end of pain
We will never shed a tear
For our loved one is now without pain
For death marks the end of pain
We will thank God for it
For our loved one is now without pain
We will be grateful to God for it.
We think only of ourselves
Thinking so our tears never dry
Since we worry about ourselves
When someone close dies we cry
6th February 2021
Contest Name : Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Caren Krutsinger
Scared of Ghosts.
A ghost appears through the eyes full of tears
And scares us so much, it awakens our fears.
Is it real or not? We can’t know for sure,
But it seems so real to us as it enters our world.
Will it hurt us, will it kill us; will it make us a ghost?
We don’t know so we run away, but to where we don’t know.
Just as long as the ghost is gone, because we’re scared out our minds;
No I’m not crazy! It was there! Are you blind?
No I’m not joking; I saw it, an apparition before me.
It was see through, but there. It’s a complete mystery.
I never used to believe in ghosts, before now,
But I saw it, it was there! It could kill me somehow.
So I ran out the house and down the street
And all the neighbours must have heard my screams.
But that doesn’t mean I’m crazy. I saw it; it was real.
The ghost stood there before me and scared me. It was ethereal.
Some people say ghosts can’t hurt you, but how do they know?
Have they seen a ghost lurking down there in the shadows?
I was scared to death, by this image of the dead,
So believe me when I say I am not out of my head.
A dead person stood before me and I saw it shimmer in the light;
It was the scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Oh what a fright.
It appeared at night; do they not appear during the day?
I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. I’m moving; ok?
I can’t stay in this house; it is haunted. I’m out of here.
I believe in ghosts now; they are my biggest fear.
They can’t touch me? I don’t believe you; I won’t risk it, goodbye.
I’m getting as far as I can from this spirit.
It was my own fright night.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Solitary Life story/poem
He was able to get up and was able to walk. Now he
was thinking to himself - maybe I did the wrong thing.
I shouldn't have isolated myself from people. I could
have hurt myself really bad and no one would have
helped me.
He said to himself - I am going to change. I will take off
the fence, uncover the windows and change my ways.
I will start talking to people again and make some friends.
After doing what he said he would - he then went out for
a walk. He first saw the dog that always barked ar him.
He tried to touch him, but the dog didn't barked at him
this time.
He saw the neighbor that always said hello to him. He
greeted her and she didn't answer him. He also saw other
people, he tried to be friendly, but no one talked to him.
As he was going back to his house - he saw a lot of people
going inside his home. He asked them what was going on,
but they too did not answer. They were paramedics and
other people that had gathered around.
Soon he saw them bring a body out of the house. He went
over to see who the dead person was. To his surprise - he
saw himself as the dead man. The fall had killed him...
08/01/2013
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Comments: The message here is to not isolate
yourselves, from people. try to make friends, don't
be by yourselves. We all need friends. Friends are like
treasures. Sometimes it's better to have friends, than to
have a lot of money and live a lonely life...
Since it’s such a nice and beautiful day
why not become a piece of cloud myself
or a stream of water, and go.
If it happens to be a cloud,
looking down a side of a mountain floating in the middle of the air;
or if it happens to be water,
bathing in the basin under the shade on a foot of mountain at times
and merge in the plain drifting through the valleys.
How do I do manage today? Because it is raining all day.
Should I visit a tavern and have a drink to get mellow?
Or become a tree frog(1) and cry my eyes out?
If neither of them are feasible,
walk in the rain to find my place to stay and when my feet are mired,
just stand there to become a totem pole and chitchat with the rain
by a roadside stream.
Why the wind howls today?
Is it because Jonah incurred God’s anger?
Or because Shimchung(2) has to throw herself in the raging water?
Oh well, since no one knows where the wind comes from,
why not blown myself in the wind become a Manjang(3) and
visit the netherworld where Hades reigns.
1. Korean folktale Chonggeguri. Story of a disobedient tree frog.
2. Korean fairytale Shimchung-Jon. Story of a filial daughter Shimchung.
3. A streamer made with a piece of silk, cotton, or hemp cloth on which funeral ode is written. This streamer is carried by a person who goes before the colorfully decorated bier to let the people know that dead person is coming as well as to express the mourning for the dead in Korean traditional funeral procession.
Standing in front of charred burning houses all alone
My mind is blank
Totally numb
In a state of shock
I wonder what mistakes did I do to deserve this?
One leader wants to increase his territory
Another leader doesn't want to give his land
Many brainless robots obeying orders
Here I am left alone with only memories of happy days with my parents
Is anybody thinking of millions like me
Too small to manage on their own
How will we live without elders?
It seems death has lost its value
It is very cheap compared to land and power!
If the leaders who are giving orders came to forefront and
fought like a soldier they will understand
How does it matter who is my leader
Which country I belong to
I want my parents
I want food and water.
You are sitting in a big house eating a sumptuous meal what about me?
Tell me?
Answer me?
Can you bring back my parents?
My house?
My family?
Whatever you gain out of this war surely cannot be more than the loss incurred
Think of common man
Please think of many like me
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Note : in the line it seems death has lost its value I mean to convey a dead person lying in front stirs no emotions in the mind of those who start a war. many die on both sides, but are they bothered?
Word death had been purposely used for that's what we see the most in war
the space
was invaded by his disappearance,
everything he touched felt so quiet, and alive,
more alive than i was,
(i sat on the bed, curled, like a dog,
with the nozzle on its paws,
eyes in tears)
the chair remained near the window,
closer to the flowers, and closer to the light,
i watched it as if it belonged to a king: -
this chair knew him better, - i never
could imprint his image, it was always slippery, like ice,
and,
now, my innocent eyes, like the best detectives, are
trying to reconstruct his body,
drawing its contour in the air, how you would
outline a dead person on the asphalt,
its scent, i follow,
how the air goes back and forth, from me to the chair,
from the chair to me, filling the invisible shape,
i could sense as if he were sitting
somewhere in the room, in a corner,
his skin, and his touch was there; it felt
as if he made love with the room, with the bed, and
the bed was in love with his body for letting
the memory of him to be its very essence, the
concave shape deepening in the mattress, and
the mattress was breathing as if it had its heart in it,
it was the ~fureur~ its very core,
the turbulence - it felt like the walls were built for
this kind of appearance,
the home without unequal images
it was just a cave waiting for the man
to be born again, and discover the fire
Dear friend
Where do I begin?
I got so much on my mind
Sometimes I wonder where we stand
But my emotions is bout to explode
Like a volcano when its eruption
And your name came in mind
When it came to reach out for a hand
I’m overseas fighting
With mortars flying over my head
Bullets traveling toward my frame
Fighting for something I don’t understand
I’m crying cause I need help
And here I don’t have a friend
Today I am alive
But tomorrow I might be dead
And man with this
Always on my mind
Got me scared for the fact
I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Usually I call you
But I have to write this on a line
Cause my voice is so shaky
I can’t say a word but jus cry
To me you’re like a brother
You are always by my side
That’s why I’m writing you
Even though I feel shy
You always seen me tough
But never seen my sad side
I hate that I feel like this
Even though I don’t know why
And I think you are the only person
That can really calm me down
Even though in my eyes
I see death all around
Blood on the sand
Body parts on the ground
Sometimes I think to myself
How do I stay alive living with a frown?
But knowing you’re here for me
Is enough to hold me down
Jus writing this to you
Is making me feel better right now
One day we’ll sit down and talk
And on my face you’ll put a smile
But I hope that day comes
Before I’m the next dead person found