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What does one say,
To those who save the day,
Every day,
Even when the weather is far from OK.
What can one say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay,
Instead of at home to stay,
So we can live to see tomorrow become today,
And the children come back out to play.
What else is there for one to say,
Except to promise to make their day,
As in line we stay,
With not a bad word to say,
To those who help keep Covid at bay.
My second jab is now done and dusted,
With no side effects detected,
Because in them I trusted,
Not those who false information ingested,
Now by Covid bested.
' Angel does not appear from heaven but comes to rescue in guise of stranger or associate
lending a helping hand.'. ....Poet.
When my older daughter got established abroad,
younger one left for higher studies.
At that stage
worst critical situations arose blocking my journey of life,
My friend’s brother stood beside like an angel.
He protected me acting as a strong shield
behaving like my own brother lending a helping hand
Both daughters were far away from me.
He turned my own sibling snatching full affection.
Owning theater-group he was an amateur actor.
Local auditorium was booked for whole week show.
He valued my comments as a precious advisor and offered
me season ticket for all the scheduled shows.
On the last evening I reached the auditorium.
It was completely closed without any trace of light.
I was not informed of sudden change of the programme
Gate -Keeper declared’ At late night he passed away
on massive heart attack'.
It seemed to me I could collapse and almost to faint.
Just last evening, I watched his cheerful comedy.
His apartment was only ten minutes walking from my house.
About this terrible tragedy none informed me.
I rushed to meet his ninety years old mother.
He was the youngest and most lovable son.
Heart attack syndrome was detected last night.
Doctor failed, nothing worked.
Ten years old son and young wife were left behind.
My Angel appeared when I was extremely distressed.
Now he stays alive in my mind only to mourn :
No solace , so hard to accept, he is no more.
Colors of my life had been erased displaying
dull pale torn canvas.
Storm of hearts
You can see in her eyes, there's a storm in her heart
Accusations boom in verbal sonic thunder
Rains flood her sullen cheeks, as her levees break apart
Harsh words cut deep, now her heart is sawed asunder
Lightning flashes strike at the heart of a matter
Polar winds collide, meeting the heated Gulf Stream
Violent winds, reveal truth, causing hearts to shatter
Twisting tornadoes churning nightmares from sweet dreams
Hurtful words sting her face, like an icy hailstorm
With deceitful lies, you camouflage your blunder
Betrayal detected as love's radar informs
Tsunami waves of guilt crash, and pull you under
Fits of jealousy raging like a hurricane
When trust is broken, life can never be the same
John Derek Hamilton
July 28,2017
They were stopping everyone;
made us answer their questionnaires.
We were told that there were
no right or wrong answers,
but weeks later - a letter.
Apparently the socially correct
had a beef with me.
A ham sandwich had recently been indicted
and jailed.
One of the questions I replied to
smelled slightly off,
seditious salami flavored sins
had been detected.
A tuna casserole had declared independence
from rainy Wednesdays.
Now the fridge is being audited,
there's something fishy in the air,
and the cops are hiding in my rose bushes
taking recipe notes.
I have complained to Yelp.
I sometimes think I shouldn't have created memories with you,
because now I don't have the courage to live just with them, and not with you.
Remember last year when I met you and we became friends?
Gradually, we started mixing with each other and ran on those hills,
unintentionally holding hands.
You were always shy to confess it,
but I always detected love for me in your eyes.
Now, our story couldn't be completed,
but those memories will always keep us tied—
not physically, but our souls will be held together,
always strong and stiff, which even a heavy storm can't shatter.
Those memories we made with love and laughter
will always give me a reason to smile.
I promise to keep them safe at the bottom of my heart,
and will reminisce about them,
even if we get separated by a mile.
Now, I'll have to walk alone in my life ahead,
supported only by our memories,
which will stay with me till the day I'm dead.
I won't force you to always hold me,
or never move on in your life,
but I just want you to always remember me,
and those memories we lived together with fun and pride.
It's strange, but I sometimes think those memories will make me sad.
They'll revolve around my headspace,
reminding me about that love and sweet moments I had.
I'm sure those memories will make me emotional,
sending me back to the past.
Those faces, words, relations will make me weaker and fragile
till the day I last.
Now, I have realised,
it doesn't take much time to call someone from “is mine” to “was mine.”
I wish I could teleport into my memories
and relive them, enjoying every moment as I actually lived them.
I'll miss my past life in my upcoming journey,
far from my loved ones—
a life that can't be bought with all the money.
Memories are bittersweet pieces of life,
created by a person—
some created with sadness, others with fun.
Written: August 28, 2023
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In the realms of novelty and man's intrigue,
A chimera emerged, a contradiction unique.
With the head and breast of a lion's might,
and a serpent's tail that slithers—a fearsome sight.
Oh, how the chimera did pickle the mind,
With its fickle nature, a paradox is unkind.
A parody of existence, a void it did fulfill,
Buzzing with uncertainty, a rush of thrill
In this embodiment of my lifestyle choice,
I sought to unravel the chimera voice.
For within its essence, a secret did hide,
One body, two creatures, a sorcery untied
I turned to chiromancy, reading palms with care.
Seeking answers in the lines of fate laid bare.
But the chimera secrets eluded my touch.
For its destiny was not written in such
I delved into cartomancy, the art of the cards.
Hoping to find answers and break through the guards.
But the chimera destiny remained concealed.
In the deck of cards, the truth was not revealed.
I ventured into the realm of necromancy.
Summoning spirits to unlock the chimera fancy
But the spirits remained silent.
Their insight couldn't pierce the chimera strident.
In Greek mythology, it was said to be a beast.
But this chimera nature remained a feast.
A contradiction of life, a paradox untamed
The chimera parody, forever unclaimed
In the depths of its being, it defied all norms.
A creature of paradox, with its own forms.
A chimera, they called it, a myth brought to life,
A contradiction that challenged the realms of strife.
O, the chimera parody, a puzzle untold,
Its novelty is captivating, a story to behold.
A creature of contradiction, defying all odds,
In the depths of its being—a power that nods
Man's fascination with this enigmatic creature
The chimera legacy is a symbol of nature.
For in its existence, we find ourselves reflected,
In its contradictions, our truths are detected.
Listen up to this cautionary tale
of a Halloween alien abduction.
Veiled by masks, space vampires use seduction
and trickery to suck the life from frail
humans, orchestrating every detail
of this diabolical production.
They join the trick-or-treaters late at night,
feasting on the naïve, who think them, friends.
Once detected, it's too late for amends,
you'll vanish entirely out of sight.
Terrorized children, paralyzed with fright,
will wake up praying that their nightmare ends.
If you ever see such bloodsuckers, hide,
before they try to take you for a ride.
(Verse)
10-16-2020
The following 10 words were used : alien, blood, cautionary, vampires, trickery, abduction, paralyzed , Halloween, feasting, and diabolical.
I eat demons for breakfast and plant them
Far away- Where no life is detected,
To spare another.
Your life does not call to see demons,
Simply so you can live it.
Some of us do not have that luxury-
Long ago we formed in darkness,
To travel to places that even nightmares
Cannot reach.
And that is why we can see what those
Cannot see.
Labels do not hinder us
I eat demons for breakfast and plant them
Far away – where no life is detected,
To spare the other.
You want to see angels and ghosts?
Careful of what you call into existence child-
For not all seeing is believing,
And not all will spare you either – And
Before you know it, nothing but fear
Will consume you.
I eat demons for breakfast and plant them
Far away – where no life will ever be detected,
To spare
You.
A few days ago, I was at my daughter's place some 10 minutes away.
In seeking to comply with COVID-19 advisories, I can't remember when
I last hugged anyone other than my wife. So while visiting with my
19-year-old granddaughter, I made no attempt at showing affection
beyond verbal greetings. Of course, I had done it this way for the du
ration of social distancing rules because we live in different homes,
and my daughter works in a daycare center.
Notwithstanding, upon this visit, my granddaughter reached out to
embrace me, and I quickly hesitated. She immediately detected my
reluctancy and said, "Really, grandpa?". We then embraced for the
first time in weeks. I tell you, when it comes to family, especially
my grandchildren, this quarantine season is ripping me to pieces.
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My hourglass shattered somewhere in the Limbo
I found myself swimming towards stones instead of stars,
my heart, fragile & curious began to beat naively, bravely for my soul's sitar,
the flesh of this stage surrounded the nerves of this sapling as roots around rockbed,
I started with limbs erect in love, spine suffused in fluid of affinity's fascination of Godhead,
baby's breath on the cool flame of Future's fortune met with glow from sensation's woe,
sorrow bit my toe,
As my charriot transmutted to a coach wagon
the payload plused, fears pulsed and the price projected,
it seemed sudden that now hurt could hem the forecast of my dreams,
that violence may precipitate from creation,
in wrongs done unto me I saw the scales of satisfaction heave,
debts remitted, and new crimes incurred for salvation,
I battled the spectrum of skeletons and centuries of ceremonious confusion,
colliding with rage, cruel apathy detected,
then, in the hysteria of self inflicted hell,
love burst through denial like a wail in wilderness as I threw self pity a rainbow -
J.A.B.