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Looking back helplessly
at every foible like Epimetheus.
Born like a weed in the steamy morning,
I was an aimless, crude creature spinning
flamboyant cobwebs like a confident fool.
I slathered prismatic patterns, grinning like a jester.
Then, civilization impounded the measures of my dreams.
I became an embarrassed, lying chowderhead, concealing
my crayons.
I lacked language, locution, or parlance.
I sat absent, a prisoner in rote computation.
My night dreams merged with day-dreams.
My solo island became a continent.
I tried phoning out with phony phonetic fumbles
but everyone could see.
So, I slipped away, deserting, fleeing,
riding the rails in boxcars.
My passage through nocturnal town and village
untraceable, uncertain, preoccupied with the pigments
of my polyscope.
Later, I reappeared, reconsidered, and revised,
replicating the decorations of acuity, imitating
profundity like P. T. Barnum.
My spectacle drew crowds until I was discovered.
My retreat and retraction now heavy with
fatigue, I know not the lens of my psyche.
In sobriety, I recall all my splinters and ruptures.
But my rearranged reissues of adornments
will persist until I am expelled.
Published: The Opiate Journal, July 2020
Where shall I flee? I’m swimming in the waters of misery…
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I think cheerfully? I’m lost in the abyss…and the shadows won’t let me be…
And I’m bewildered… I’m fighting to break free…
(I can’t break free…
Where do I flee?
Why can’t I break free?)
The spiders are spinning their webs above me…
Bless me and untangle me from this madness…please… give me peace…I’m wasting away –
They’re preying upon me…they’re whipping me … warping their way inside of me
My saliva drips on the ground…I’m growing numb and I pray
The monsters don’t attack my heart’s desires…if I let them break free,
I’ll never be the same…I’ll never see the light of day
Where do I belong? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I feel like an awful disgrace…
How do I find a pathway? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re producing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered… I’m trying to finish the race…
(I can’t keep pace…
The sweat is trickling down my face…
Why can’t I keep pace?)
The wasps are chasing after me…where do I flee?
Caress me and save me from the distress…stinging me in pleasure…I’m drifting away –
They’re hovering all around me… they’re harassing me…could you wipe away my tears?
Find me a place of rest…to make the sufferings end and I pray
The darkness will stop spreading lies in my head…if I throw away my fears,
I’ll never learn to face my fears…I’ll never know His way…
Where shall I go? I’m roaming in the fields of blasphemy
And I’m crying a river…I’m saturated in woe
How do I find the key? I’m lost in fields of weeds…they’re reproducing catastrophe
And I’m bewildered…
I’m yearning to let go…
I’m learning to cope with my fears…
I’m deserting my woe…
I’m wiping away the tears...
(that has been bottled up for many years… )
The spiders have ensnared me in their webs…
I’m in danger…I’m wrapped up in distress…
and there is no where to hide…
The wasps are tracking me down...I haven’t paid my debts…
I’m struck in alarm…I’m in a mess…
Please stay by my side – catch me as I collide
( We’re all together on this ride… )
I can’t break free (please relieve me from my despair)
Why can’t I break free? Where do I flee? (this pain is too much to bear)
I can’t keep pace (give me the energy to shine like the sun)
Why can’t I keep pace? Why can’t I finish this race? (give me some strength to run)
Listen Africa,oh my motherland
May epitome of beauty,my extollation
You listen;inhabitants of my nobleland
How did we reach this destination?
On a podium I stand
A place weary,scary;no one dares!
A plea I forward;
Hear my brothers' silent ululation
To his heart keeps to himself
The pain,depression and struggle
Like a shooting arrow they attack
To his heart,mercilessly they strike
But why do they silent?
Is it that no one ever care?
A philosophy the whirlwind to our ears
blew
'A boy child need be strong'
When depression bends low his back
Struggle breaks down his might
And pain to his body scar
'A boy child need be strong'
Stealthily near I drew
To my brothers' silence silently I
listened
Unanticipatedly this heard it speak:
"Mother Africa you're without blemish
Albeit your motherhood is without
anguish
Your offspring are without justice
In the duel for my sister's crown
Ended they,crippling my throne
Like an epidemic of the century
Worth nothing but traceless elimination
Fighting me they do with determination
No care,no spare
The age 18 they await
Like a beacon of the day to react
Deserting me like a jungle
In my kingdom I fumble
My way out I've to struggle
The philosophy servile I've become
Mother Africa I pray you arise
Heading only you can to my cry
Seeing only you I trust,to my plight
And healing only you can to my scar
Arise!Save your legacy
For none like me ever has been found
Treading on this valley of silent suffering".
Exeunting the podium I am
So this echoingly I'll urge
Let's war not against gender
But with determination for splender
The lust for superiority let's inter
And let equality all bat for
For you needn't drag another
Just to up a ladder.
Russia celebrates victory over Nazism on the ninth of may
But there is just a few things that I would like to say
Victory over Ukraine they certainly won't be celebrating
And weapons to beat them we'll keep on supplying.
How can they be so proud of their murdering scum army
Who've been engaging in vile acts of sheer depravity
Their ship the Makarov has been hit, by a missile in the Black Sea
That had been landing troops and firing missiles, indiscriminately.
I read their T90 super duper-tank has taken a direct hit
Russia might be able to salvage some bits and do a refit
The Ukrainian army are turning, Russian equipment into scrap
It's hardly state of the art, more like a pile of cheap crap.
Putin employed Chechen thugs to make sure soldiers didn't desert
Then the Russian army turned on them and left them in the dirt
But many soldiers are deserting they have now seen the light
Making a laughing stock of Russia's, supposed military might.
So as Russians cheers on their victory parade in Red Square
Hundreds of people are dying but they don't really care
They're been fed daily via TV with propaganda and lies
The fact that many support Putin should come as no surprise.
I look forward to the day when Ukraine, will eventually be free
Both I and the civilised world will be cheering their victory
Russia will no longer be a threat having been weakened militarily
And will never again be able to impose their rule, on another forcibly.
Written on 8th May 2022
Her skin is softer than the cotton of a Southern field;
she ignites the desire of a knight deserting the battlefield,
slowly caressing every inch of her body...
arousing in her the thrill of ecstasy.
Her young lips are warmer that the evening sun,
and they can't escape the temptation
to explore a short-lived obsession...
deluding themselves with the hope of passing it on.
If sweet kisses could turn into snowflakes and become indelible as memory,
her velvety dress would be decorated with their unutterable beauty,
never allowing the distant sun melt them with its blistering breath...
winter clouds would brush her highlighted hair bringing in a surreal sunset.
Her skin is softer than the cotton of a Southern field...
much silkier than a rose illuminated by a moon so pallid;
her image is similar to that of Mona Lisa with lovely eyes so wide,
and a virtuous, radiant smile that captures a weak heart like mine.
Let me squeeze her like I would squeeze the fluffiest pillow;
she may giggle, or scream for the tickling sensation...
making me fondle her more: until I slip into another tomorrow
with the notion that I have reached my gratification.
I will wait.
If love is searching for me, then I will not move.
I will wait here, doing nothing, until she comes into view.
I will wait here a million years if she is worth the wait.
I will patiently remain, even if she is a thousand years too late,
Because I hope she is running to be with me.
I desire her love, so patiently,
I wait to embrace,
To see her face,
So I can know the day I found her.
I will wait until she arrives
And if it takes until the end of time
And I only get a second to look into her eyes,
Then I will wait…
Because she will have tried to reach me,
So it must be,
Possible for her to truly love me.
If love is searching,
I will not be deserting.
I will wait patiently, even when I am truly hurting.
I will wait…
…For you.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Two hearts who see, for the first time
The light, so brilliant, twinkling
In eyes who smile, revealing the feeling
More alive than the past, more precious
Than the future – more successful than
This moment, surviving the darkest shadows,
Silhouettes of the madness, the fear
That dims the feelings, the blessings so aware
Today, within the flames of this passion,
There is the arising of forever,
Combined with the sweetness of a love
Far more beautiful than the thought
That comes to life inside the heart who knows
This is a love that will grow and grow,
Never fading, never dying – this is a love
That will survive the tests of time, without
Deserting the hearts who, even in silence,
Discovered the truth of love’s endless hope
It is two hearts, two souls who know
This is the night that brought them into the
Light, into the wonder of a trembling
Excitement, a thrill far more alive than
Anyone could possibly reveal, assuring them
Without a doubt, this is a feeling, a love
That will always fill them up with the music,
Mosaic, electrifying…
Melody so graceful, awakening the prayers,
The faith – the mutual – a union
Filled with more than words, more than dreams
A relationship built from Three….
You and Me – and the Love that He brings
When He sends us His promises
On wings of peace – on grace that frees…
Forever, we’ll be – together – you, me and Him
The One who is more than a friend – He is the
Light, the love, the life that gives us eternity –
On this date, this dream – forever comes to life
Because He reminds us all, He is a living sacrifice!
My Dream Date Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
January 24, 2023
I try to keep my brain alert
By writing poetry.
I am still trying to think,
But my mind is deserting me.
My mind is in a muddle,
As is my pitiful brain
It is a constant struggle
Am I going insane?
Or have I already gone
And I don't know it yet.
Will my mind recover?
Or is this as good as it gets?
I am becoming invisible,
Like a plain blank wall
I blend in with the surrounding
And cannot be seen at all.
I have become a spectator.
Not an innovator of life
I must keep my mouth shut,
Because my words may cause strife.
Plain and simple words
It is my language of choice.
Individual thoughts
That gives me a voice.
To share opinions,
And different points of view.
Every day teaches each other,
And learning too.
I try to keep my brain alert,
By writing poetry
I am still trying to think
But my mind is deserting me.
Maybe I have a writing cramp,
I am sure I do not know
Whatever you like to call it
I wish it would hurry up and Go!
I no longer have a working relationship with time,
We are having a break from each other,
I hope we can avoid a permanent split,
And the way forward is amicable,
I will try not to smash too many clocks.
It is hard not to feel let down by time.
Like when all the clocks in the house stopped at once,
Or the times my alarm was mysteriously turned off,
And I am sure time played a part in so many disrupted travel plans,
Including my being late for job interviews.
When I was young time promised me the world,
Now time just passes me bye without a second thought,
And the hours and minutes are spoken for before I get them,
Only seconds are now given for me to make choices that,
Determine failure or success.
As for daily commutes,
I have no time to talk about those.
I just feel all the trust is gone,
Time seems to be deserting me,
Making up with time seems more of a chore each day.
Still we have travelled this far together,
A little while longer won't do any harm,
Retirement is just around the corner,
And I might be able to find forgiveness in my heart,
So I can once again cherish what time has given me,
Before I clock off.
" ...betrayal begins with trust." Quote by Phish
Being betrayed it destroys all trust,
Always staying humble is a must.
No thought the deed is to be repaid.
It destroys all trust being betrayed.
When you are hurting, your wounds are deep.
When betrayal makes your climb so steep.
Your faithful friends are now deserting.
Your wounds are deep, when you are hurting.
Faith’s an emotion, precious to give.
Trust in a friend, the right way to live.
Expect loyalty with devotion.
Precious to give, faith’s an emotion.
If you’re betrayed, stay strong, walk away.
Don’t retaliate, no need to stay.
Hard to forgive, God’s word you’ve obeyed.
Stay strong, walk away, if you’re betrayed.
Sponsor : Constance La France
Contest Name : Writing Challenge - B Quotes –
Swap Quatrain HMS : 9 Syllables per line.
Theme : 2. " ...betrayal begins with trust." Quote by Phish
21st May 2023