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How I burn with sorrows and passions never dreamt
Occupied relentlessly with crying buds struggling to open
I hold your hand shaking, as if by letting you go, the darkness may return
And then the emptiness, the loathing, the longing, the burn
Yes, I burn with sorrows and passions always real
Clinging to you as my always do
It is time, verily; I must let you go…
I have let you know, and nothing more do I have to show
I never needed to cling so tightly,
To the air…unlike hands, the nothingness possesses long stares
Lies to break the determined flair I do most often declare
For you must leave, and I must become
It is time, verily; I must let you go…
My time and energy belong to another
It is time I must bloom into the beauty I have never deemed truth,
Crushing doubt in its sickly path to my soul’s purpose
Before it is too late to fly, I must crush what has been crushing me
The hands that pull me down into darkness are only hands…they never see
The thoughts that keep me in place will slip into the night where they belong
And my hinges shall shut, for this door need not be open to this endless night no more
No more…
How much energy and time do I waste worrying in rotting wars
Even now, cursing my body, my determination wavers
For I have long believed that I must be saved to be free
Where the reigns never fall into my hands, because hands never see…
Then I hold onto yours….and my vision is bright with tears…
Like a mirror revealing who I once was…everything is clear
And as you guide me away from every obligating, pressing fiend,
I cannot help but believe the transformation lies between you and me…
And not you, who trivially smiles, and leaves
We the people, of the United States of America, choose to live in harmony.
As respectful citizens under the protection of our laws,
That we, the people, have established in this great Republic of these United States.
When any nation is overwhelmingly threatened,
By those who choose to break their protective laws,
And disrupt their harmonious way of life, in any way, shape or form,
Then we, the people, must enact jurisprudence to defend it similarly,
In any way, shape or form, and if such counter-measures,
Be the wall, then let it be done.
Any act that will not result in bloodshed,
That is, to cause injurious harm and or death of another's life,
Unless it is something that they themselves have created,
To which the end results in the effect,
Will be deemed as an act of caution on both sides of the wall.
Present and future expenditures of the existing conditions,
Outweighs the cost of the wall,
And members in Congress who are in opposition,
Has so far offered disputable counter proposals.
We The People
Of The United States
In Order To Form
A More Perfect Union
Establish Justice
Insure Domestic Tranquility
Provide For The Common Defense
Promote The General Welfare
And Secure The Blessings Of Liberty To Ourselves
And Our Posterity
We are proud of our
Past accomplishments
And humble of our
Past inabilities
At present, we are stacked,
Against formidable odds,
As a nation, indecisive in itself,
Instills indifference, both here and abroad,
As the American people faces their most fearless foe,
For a nation's future has yet to unfold.
By the side of the mountain
I stand quietly,watching from
a distance
The valley of our roaring laughter
Our used-to-be musical arena
Where the ground deemed helpless
but to dance in happiness
The roses optionless,but to bow
in respect
The songs we sung,the rythmns we
alternated with our heroic voices
A place where we composed the verses
As the wind chipped in with Angelic choruses
The crimson sunshine glow
Embraces my melanin forehead
Triggering the composition of my mindset
Flashing back in,all the joyous moments
we shared
With no particular scene to spare
The serenity of the air we inhaled
The rythmitical melodious colabo we made
Rendering the nightingale bird choiceless
but to cloud in jealousy
Still all,abide by me like a shadow
With no significant signs of fading soon
Your looming shadow of rejoice
The echo of your vibrant smile
Still rings a bell in my heart
And this I promise you
Even in your absence
The reflection of sorrow,will know not
my existence
For happiness was our daily vocabulary
A steering wheel,it gets me going
Until the journey of two
Is achieved by one,clouded in the shadow
of the other
See
in a foolish man's world,
listening to a woman's opinion
is regarded secondary;
the revolutions of her mind
deemed unnecessary;
placing her needs above all else
is done rarely;
learning how to handle her heart
is arbitrary.
But
in the thinking man's world,
a woman is never considered
secondary;
he understands the importance
of praising her daily;
she's God's greatest gift to him,
therefore she's primary;
poetically speaking,
she is the sweetest berry
on his tree of life.
See,
in a foolish man's world,
overlooking a woman's true value
is legendary;
appreciating for all she does
is regarded as unnecessary;
making her his main focus
is done rarely;
because he doesn't see her
as a blessing,
and that type of thinking is scary.
But,
in a thinking man's world,
she is his guiding light,
he breathes in her essence
and exhales Paradise.
He acknowledges she is his Rock,
his foundation,
his heart's delight,
be she daughter, mother, girlfriend,
sister or wife,
she should always be respected
and treated right.
See,
in a foolish man's world,
praising a woman is considered
secondary;
but in the thinking man's world,
he uplifts his Queen daily.
Sepulchered Memories
In an hour of my life, I have deemed what is appropriate.
I chose my remnants not bounded by earth presence, for
the shiny box that serves to entertain lives once known,
will someday, come crashing all about my then existence.
No scentless flowers to adorn the unseen, or due visits.
Instead, free me from this earthly existence and beyond
to the shores where the sea greets it with genteel surges.
A distance hence, paddle my remains to the azure expanse.
Let waves be my tombstone, its crests keeps me alive,
As the vast life below restores my being, until my final call.
2019 June 21
*2nd Place*
Pick A Tile, Vol 5 - Verse
~~Edward Ibeh
There it was, a door
Shut, locked, hidden
Where memory held
Information, wisely forbidden
Mama led as I stood
Allowing self to feel
The stuff in the void
Only matter, I deemed real
She gave me the key
I heard the lock give way
The door swung open
As death and decay
....announced
IT"S DEMOLITION DAY
No more walls or space
For sorrow, grief, and despair
Open territory for all
Who need an answer to prayer
LOVE lives here
REVELATION operates the land
TRUTH stands at the gate
WISDOM will help fear understand
...unwelcome
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-26-2023
She counted the days hearing the heartbeats in the longing times,
spoke to a life she couldn’t yet see, but learning how love rhymes.
Petite hopes bred deep within before the sound she could hear,
a billion dreams were interlaced, but their limits were not clear.
(Chorus)
She didn’t sense the cry, nor the breath, no wobbling hands to hold
by a mother created futile with empty arms turning freezing cold.
The trauma of losing the first child she wanted the world never knew,
the stillborn child still lived in her heart with fossilized affection true.
She was told with time the loss of the unpossessed would fade away,
but each lonely night she pined for her body part that didn’t see the day.
She remembered she didn’t get the opportunity to see with fond eyes
the palpable bond in the time frame mutually carved that never dies.
(Chorus)
She didn’t sense the cry, nor the breath, no wobbling hands to hold
by a mother created futile with empty arms turning freezing cold.
The trauma of losing the first child she wanted the world never knew,
the stillborn child still lived in her heart with fossilized affection true.
(Bridge)
Time offers a healing hand when the world moves on in rushing pace,
only the mother could feel the stony silence of the empty still space.
She endured the loss of love that didn’t get a chance to have a name,
just silently uttered prayers for strength so the pain she could tame.
She was still a mother, but the testimony wasn’t there to be shown,
she nurtured an unblossomed soul within her she deemed her own.
The unsung songs still play in her mind where memory layers piled
with lyrics of silent lullaby that never end for her lost unborn child.
She didn’t hear the cry, the sound silenced by the echo of her sighs,
a life ended in the stillness of the night before it saw the first sunrise
in the arms of the dismayed mother embracing the child stillborn,
the world doesn’t discern in her bleak life how much does she mourn.
"It was your dress," they replied
Was it? The ripped fabric cried
The 5-year-old's laughter silenced that day
Couldn't even scream, "I'm just a child," and ran away
"It was your shorts," they claimed
Was it? The torn seams proclaimed
The 10-year-old's dreams shattered, flamed
Couldn't even cry, "I'm just a girl," with shame
"It was your clothes," they blamed
Was it? The cloth asked, ashamed
The 15-year-old's future stolen free,
Asks herself, "Why me?"
"It was your skirt," they accused
Was it? The hem, now frayed, refused
The little girl life was shattered with ease
Couldn't even shout , "No! Please"
A newborn, innocent and pure,
Raped by a monster, without a cure.
An old lady, frail and weak,
Raped by a coward, with no humanity to seek.
Can we still blame clothes?
Can we have any hopes?
Can we still shift the blame from his evil deeds
To the victim's innocent needs?
Blamed for wearing a summer dress, "too short".
Blamed for wearing a top, "too flattering."
Blamed for wearing clothes deemed "provoking."
When will we learn?
When will we see?
It's not her dress, jeans, or skirt.
It's the rapist's crime, not her fault to assert.
Break the silence, end the shame
Support survivors, shift the blame
Teach consent, respect, boundaries too
Let girls and women rise, their voices break through
Let the voices of the silenced, roar louder than ever
And justice will be served , forever.
This free verse was written from an agnostic point of view
so may appear biased, against organised religions
I assure you this is not my intention, and it is simply a poem
For the record, I have told lies in the past, and still do occasionally
The tannoy operator
And so it came to pass at a certain time in human history
the greatest illuminati in civilisation are called together
with only one question to solve
IS THERE ONE TRUE GOD!
Physicists, philosophers, professors, sit round an enormous table
No religious leaders where invited,
as they are deemed to be extremely prejudiced,
Besides they already believe in many relevant Gods
depending on their denomination and orientation,
Stern faces stare across the table at each other
For this matter is to be taken, with the utmost gravitas,
All known religious texts are brought in, and piled high on the table,
“Search the evidence” echoes over a tannoy system
All the texts are studiously scrutinised, over the ensuing days
After which the great debate is due to begin in earnest,
But first a show of hands is called for, by the tannoy operator
and this question put to them,
“Have you found one true God”
but alas nobody raises a hand,
“Ok so let the great debate begin”
They all just look at each other, stand up shake hands,
leave the room, and go their separate ways
Unknown to these illuminati another conference had been called in secret
by the tannoy system operator
Only this time, it was between the various religious leaders,
Again after pouring over all the texts
the same question was put to them,
“Have you found one true God”
and sure to form, every one of them raise their hands
But then unbelievably stand up, and prepare to leave the room,
“You cannot go, without revealing who God is”
echoes from the tannoy
Just then a massive argument erupts, spilling over into fisticuffs
Indeed this status quo, has remained ever since.
By
David Kavanagh
I don’t know if I should feel great
But I quite vividly
Remember the day
When happiness told me
It could no longer stay
Because hope packed it’s bags
To chase after faith
Who was on a mission
To find out why
To this life
Did she just give up and say:
"Take it all
Happiness, joy, love, and hope
What good will they do me anyway
I’ve always kept strong
But nothing ever stays"
So loneliness thought
These pieces of me were
There to sabotage
Forgetting
It was depression
Who had very sharp claws
Gripping desperation
Of a soul
Self deemed lost
So to be honest most days
I don’t feel so great
It's probably because
I’m still looking for my faith
I thought
Practicing playing hope
Might magically
Make happiness come back
That’s definitely one
I wished
Didn’t leave me all alone with sad
Since anger has been here
Its created many structures
That hold no space for hope
It will take all my good traits
To deconstruct and repair
The hopeless homes
That held despair
Doubt and hate
Leveling out the foundation
For hope, faith, love, and joy to stay