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Death of a Dream
by Amy Swanson
Time
existence
goes by
*long drawn out sigh*
gray transforming
overbearing
the happy
once joyful
exuberant bright cheerful eclectic
becoming shadows
misty vapor
rising to the sky
fleeting...
gone.
Days gone by
weeks
and
months
and
years
motions of life
crowd out
emotions of life
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Spark of light
soft golden
struggles against
darkened mire
hope's ashes
faith's grief
love's despondence
Marigold hue
charred
sphere of night envelopes
Streaks and smudges
of pride
vanity
selfishness
cruelty
deface life's canvas
once glowing brilliant
-- now torn and tainted.
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
Silence...
utter chaos...
sheer madness
consuming life -
they don't know.
They don't care.
They go about
*busily*
trading dreams
spiritual riches
for material fantasies
built with air.
Colorless
consumes the bright
one small spark
daring dream
chasing burgeoning shadows
until exhausted
extinguished...
no more.
This unrecognized yet all too familiar place...
This is where dreams are born.
This is where dreams die.
A mob of angry activists
go and deface a public street,
they painted that ‘Black Lives Matter,’
and the mayor said,”That’s fine with me.’
But when someone spoke of baby lives
they would not let them have their say,
when some sought to say ‘Blue Lives Matter,’
the authorities dragged them away.
They’re supposed to serve rights equally,
but only will if you are their thrall,
if it weren’t for double standards
The left would have no standards at all.
Another group of rioters
decided they’re going to trespass,
throw rocks, pull guns, threaten the home,
so the owner arms up mighty fast.
Confronts them with a gun in hand,
to protect his life and his home,
as the law of his state permits,
a well-known and established fact.
Then corrupt D.A.s go charge him,
not the thugs who sought their downfall,
if it weren’t for double standards
the left would have no standards at all.
Then there are the ‘protestors’ themselves
in the midst of a pandemic,
a cess-pool for disease to spread,
but lefty mayors are just fine with it!
As if having a left-wing cause
grants someone an immunity,
we can’t go to churches or school,
but these bastards can riot free?
If you try to counter-protest
they blame you for not heeding their call,
if it weren’t for double standards
the left would have no standards at all.
And I don’t think we can forget
what happened back at Charlottesville,
when the media crowed for weeks
after a young leftist was killed.
But at least thirty people now
dave been killed by the rioters,
Driven by extremist Marxists,
yet the media seems undisturbed.
It fits not the lefty narrative,
so media seems no need to bawl,
if it weren’t for double standards
the left would have no standards at all.
When ANTIFA attacks people’s cars
they get mad when those folks drive through,
when others were dragged out and beaten,
quite openly and in plain view.
They get mad at the fact that these
rioters were declared terrorists,
yet ignore their cities burning down,
they allow these crimes to persist.
Won’t do the jobs they swore to do,
effective action they just stall,
their power means more than your lives,
the left has no standards at all.
She is my life and love and everything I need to know.
She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow.
her light sticks to my heart all day long: she shuns my shadow.
Comfort springs from her arms: she is my pleasant pillow.
A lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful.
A priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful.
She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can’t stop to sing.
She is my dearest dream, a courteous queen for a kind king!
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms.
She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I’m in her arms.
A darling dame whose sensual smiles rock my ribs.
She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease.
Her fine face and figure takes me to a sensual space;
She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never deface.
She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile;
the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile.
She is my hope whenever it seems my life is wearing away
She is a home-maker with a radiant role to perfectly play.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone.
She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill me on my throne!
She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above.
She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love.
She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell;
She is that flawless flower for whom I finally fell!
She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night.
She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right.
She is a sweet story without end because words are not enough...
cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough.
She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art.
She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart.
She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun.
She is every thing I need to know, … ‘Is she the one?’
(c) Adeleke Adeite
I had 800 hits on my site just last Friday
But twenty-nine poems reported as read!
So, I wonder what message was really intended,
My verse that explosive in somebody's head?
In years past PH (1) friend who was also a poet,
Egyptian named Merov (who knows, what is true?)
Well, he promised to put me on top of the ratings,
I told him, "No thank you!" what else could I do?
The best poets should rise if it's fate with their muses,
Just one of its flaws that few folks here discern,
But at PH the staff treat all poets like children,
They stop with the basics, play games, and aid spurn!
The real key to high ratings on PH is social,
“I’ll comment and rate yours (if you do the same!)”
Though our poems innocuous both get high ratings
That pull in more readers (you all know your name!)
Heartfelt comments I think are the best one can hope for
A ten out of ten may sound good but says less,
Any fool can give 'tens,' but a friend shares their feelings
Some barter for fame that no heart would confess!
Is it right to deny poets power to format,
To place words on pages as muse tells them to?
E. E. Cummings dismissed as a bull in a tea shop,
And all free-form verse relegated to zoo?
So was Merov the troll that once doctored friend's ratings?
Still, website's designed so a fool can deface? (2)
Just use multiple names, for there's no adult checking,
Then play with your site, let sick pride map your space!
Brian Johnston
14th of October 2018
Poet's Notes:
(1) PH stands for the PoemHunter.com website where I also publish my work. The criticism of formating problems also applies to PoetrySoup! I am grateful that PoetrySoup dropped numerical grading some time back. But I think for PoetrySoup to have a most read poem feature that included the sites most popular poems would be nice!
(2) Again just on PoemHunter you can create multiple login ID's which allows you to give yourself fake poem scores and to comment your own poetry. Again PoetrySoup wisely avoids such problems with a minimal charge! Restrictions here on comment space are the worst "Feature!"
"Ark"
books have eyes here
they sense things
through the turning of leaves
strange chapters
they listen to small sounds
loud lives lived quietly
they are grounded cells
measured by rings
in untouchable ancient territories
somewhere else,
Amazonia
sheds tears
she cries
for her children,
and herself, to be saved
the violator
rapes her body
he beats her until she is dry
he doesn’t hear her
he takes and takes, from her,
what he thinks, is his
her pain, his pleasure
he undresses her
the way he likes
her children
he mutilates
and discards
the bounty, his treasure
the air to breathe, sullied,
becomes much thinner
when the soul collectors came
they only saved
the purest energy
the books have eyes here
they watch, they listen
they see things unseen
through other dimensions
measureless to man
they record his story
eventually, the ancient ones ascend,
with mother Gaia, her daughter Amazonia,
and all creatures, their children
through strange waves
they take new leaves
freedom to breathe
they are the higher vibrations
rapturously transported
to the better worlds
the story recorded
in each book with eyes,
chapters from all the leaves
stripped bare,
remain with the violators
who now stand discarded
unwanted,
left behind in despair
crying their tears
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Ocelot”/Emancipator
https://youtu.be/Yn_g40iRi90
"The trees will tell their secrets to those that tune in.”
Steven Magee
"They claim this mother of ours, the Earth,
for their own use, and fence their neighbors
away from her, and deface her
with their buildings and their refuse."
Sitting Bull
"We have enslaved
the rest of the animal creation,
and have treated our distant cousins
in fur and feathers so badly
that beyond doubt,
if they were able to formulate a religion,
they would depict the Devil in human form."
William Inge
If you were born to be what you want to be
to believe your needs are yours to achieve
born to breathe the air of success
every failure a course of progress
to give it your all and then find more
to stand up tall right after you fall
and never give in and always endure
widen your view and seek to explore
carve out the path like no one before
In the face of defeat deface it with force
not narcissistic but humble and pure
confident not cocky transparent to the core
giving opportunities out as you go
never feel threatened and help others grow
the best version of you helps the next person too
when advance isn’t chance but purposely proved
and admit when it's chance because that happens too
don't make out and fake out the intention to do
when you don’t know ask questions and listen to answers
observant occurrence in all circumstances
always knowing there’s somebody better
always seek to be somebody better
never completed and never fulfilled
forever reaching increasingly skilled
always have hunger like when you were younger
drive up when you’re under the lightning the thunder
dynamo will of the furthering hunter
nothing’s enough wanting more out of habit
calling their bluff as you reach out and grab it
pushing the boundaries far off the radar
when you are the greatest seek to be greater
it’s about your desires and making them true
that means you do whatever you need too
it’s not what you are it’s about what you do
and you will do things nobody ever knew
if you were born to a set destiny
then you don’t need inspiration from me
you just need to believe it is yours to achieve
don’t let the negative energy breed
from those around you who you do not need
they arrived in your life but they don’t need to stay
it’s you who decides if they stay or go away
when you realise you must act the same day
take the one chance it’s the one that they gave
when you grow old you can look back and say
I lived my life and I did it my way.
It could have been me,
It might have been you.
Race and color is baloney,
When another hurts you!
Three huge men, watched
a New York woman die.
They even shut the door.
I was both angry and wanted
to cry.
Her face was smashed by his
gigantic feet.
But those three men, who did
not a thing, explain that to your
maker when His face you meet!
It's easy to stop disaster... stop
being a wimp!
Open your mouth, distract them,
don't be a useless gimp.
Here's a simple ploy, that stops
any bully of a man!
Yell......"Your fly is open," he
becomes dis-manned.
I did that myself on the streets
of San Francisco!
A man beating a woman in
broad daylight, oh?
Blood flying just everywhere,
pedestrians ignored it?
I just got in his face, told him
to stop hitting her this minute!
Don't ask me where that courage
came from!
I just saw pain and wanted to
stop the bum!
He swore at me, in words quite
unintelligible!
Turned angrily away, and ran on
the double.
I helped the woman pick up her things.
She said, thank you and went about
on about her meanderings.
"Don't be a wuss, and ever allow another
to be beaten!"
Being a good Samaritan means you are
a credit to the human race.
Something that neither time nor age can
ever deface!
When police are not in the area to assist
you....
Support your fellow human,
Walking away, I heartily eschew!
Perhaps it was two beatings, I endured in
Chicago Public Schools?
That gave me the courage to make protecting
another, my life's golden rule!
4/1/2021
~5~
INTELLECTUAL DESPERADO
Dear desperado,
Knowledge awaits you tomorrow,
If you painstakingly throw
And expedite yourself like an arrow.
Though your foresight looks narrow,
Don't leave your mind incommunicado
Or famished cos at seashore is where ships row.
Ignorance makes devious innuendo,
rising in a fearsome crescendo.
Deface this phase dear desperado.
Despite despicable deeds of a life of struggle,
You're on your way to completing your hurdle.
Education or knowledge is soul food.
Whether from the mansion, the street or the hood,
Whether a Scandinavian, Africana or Caribbee,
Reality gives life to what you grope to be,
It set prisoners at liberty, sail free!
Be consumed with passion like inferno.
Don't just let knowledge sink in but tower
A dormant mind will make ignorance to hover.
Dear desperado,
What you feed your soul in hunger
Makes money out of a mere monger.
Intentionally feed your intellect not just nations,
no matter the circumstances or limitations.
The insight garnered exude theories as Plato.
Knowledge announces you with loud bravado
Making a scholar out of a rascal.
Even mother Earth is a seed of Knowledge, ask her!
With same potency until the last set hour,
Knowledge in hand is worth power.
A hungry soul goes extra mile to feed the mind
And feast on information that one meticulously find.
The rarest example of a kid's mindset emancipation;
Can you fathom the level of desperation?
Starved of light at home for homework & studies,
he took the opportunity to use the street lights.
This kid jettisoned the trap of the dark abyss,
Staring limitation and slothfulness in the face
and throwing up a middle finger with much hate
Can you already tell that this one will be great,
irrespective of the tough and humble beginning?
Even in his struggles, I can tell he's winning.
Despite life's impediment, be strong dear desperado.
Encomiums to this young Plato.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? March, 2023.
Without knowing your gender...,
(nevertheless ex post facto still flattered
genuine heartfelt kinship mattered,
hence the reasonable rhyme
across the webbed wide world
I subsequently scattered).
Linkedin to the previous poem,
(similarly written scant few years ago.
I also codified, glorified, and lamented
an unexpected cessation of communication
with he/him who affixed yours truly
appellation of wise man, which modesty
of mine gently downplays.
Bhutan names defy affiliating,
determining, identifying... gender,
and what a faux pas this dada admits,
when a blessed high school
student did league gully tender
benighted, gifted, ordained yours truly
with sobriquet "Guru"
alluded to in previous poem, render
ring this foolish hearty good fella (me)
falling prey to embarrassing situation,
(I did miss render
as would be expected
from this crash test dummy,
who dented his psychological fender),
vis virtual mind bender,
when an initial presumption
smarted Matthew Scott as offender,
asper online youth NO pretender
by him, aye mean the sender
communicated his admiration,
adoration, adulation for this big spender
of sincerity, viz singular poetic magi - (ha)
made presumption that
unknown messenger slender,
and female, and
upon enclosing appender
referencing person as "lovely princess"
did respondent clarify finding deface
of zee poet here -
logic chops went thru blender
as if slapped by a suspender
experiencing irrevocable shame
as though a contender
attempting to guide false supposition
playfully mistaking sexual
identity of male sender,
he (young kneeler)
bowed as winning scoring goaltender
down as mine professed
metrical feet, he who acquiesced
non Asian minor, friender
NOT seeking moneylender,
nor mistook my heart of gold,
mine apology I did obligingly surrender
and possibly chuckled to himself,
asper an uproarious hellbender
whereat my countenance turned
sixty plus four shades of lavender.
"Covid emergency Acts" & 1930 Nazi Germany Cohesion
Gaslighting from Wuhan, the bitter scourge raged,
Covid the Brand,
the value is FEAR and Control.
the "marketeer" shrouded in obscurity,
subtle conditioning,
psychological warfare
unconnected mind control game.
Concealment of odious lab experiment.
Global perplexities without a gun,
unseen armies moving through the air,
hopeless mortals stripped of honour,
proud kings humbled by fear,
men crossing the threshold of speculation
At the precipice of a reset.
ignorance seeks the thrones on all sphere,
Presidents and tyrants of nations devoid of science,
mandating and manipulating all like Hitler,
to seek solace in experimental opium.
compromised media destitute of Chemistry,
suggesting ampoule from greedy pharmaceuticals,
Business trumped,
anxieties exacerbated,
controlling by fear,
Masking laws to deface nature's Beauty,
Sanitizer as cure enriching China,
From Isolation,
to Lock down and lockouts,
to the Greek Labelling,
Alpha overturned by Beta,
and Gamma conquered by Delta,
demonized immune system,
deodorize chemical solution from the lab
deceived by propaganda to the Jab, susceptible still.
A false sense of relief.
and the naming ceremonies unending,
Mutation from Vaccines, concealed,
Then the arrival of Omicron from South Africa.
The Vaxxed unprotected by experiment blames the "unvaxxed"
The world a Laboratory for the greedy,
money mongers devising opium by trial and error,
another experiment for the gullible as cure,
Censorship of opinion by big Tech,
dictation and Propaganda.
Welcome Socialism,
Wuhan now cured.
Selective restriction,
deprivation, broad day robbery,
undefined PCR Test,
speculative stigma,
Positive or Negative incontestable,
punishment for the Beijing weapon
Freedom was Yesterday
Socialism is Here at Last.