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There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When scampering children's squeals
And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
A thatched croft from which a healthy living was scraped
A shirt-sleeved man, braces showing,
Bald pate bunneted against the sun,
Bent over to tend his plot
An aproned woman cheerfully shooing away the hens
To collect the eggs for the evening meal
Beside a silvery sea stretching
To the horizon
Hiding the city lights and its imagined pleasures
Until those dreams drew the young away
Watched sadly by the elderly pair
Their exodus damning
The island to its desolation
Where still the birds' cries squeal
And the wind through the grass softly whispers
Surrounding the now silent croft
In the salt sharp air
What homely pleasures such a life once offered
Now the graveyard of fading memories
While the once busy city streets
Stand empty drained of life
As the virus continues to take its toll
Drained of every drop of pride she cups her hands in vain
As eyes seek to escape her haunting gaze.
Gaunt and pale, her spirits crushed, young mind and body slain,
Existence is one long and dreary haze.
Sometimes in her dreamlike state she sees another life
Where happiness and peace walked hand in hand,
There a young girl freely plays, no thoughts of future strife,
So many future hopes and dreams were planned.
Destined, so it seemed, to suffer countless human woes,
False hope came in angelic sweet disguise,
So now enslaved, addicted, she is helpless to abstain;
The girl who begs while inwardly she cries,
And one more grieving Mother sadly sighs
As demons recommence their evil lies.
28.08.19
'Eight word challenge contest' sponsored by Emile Pinet'
Creeping clouds dissolve on the grey misty ground,
rains slant on the trail of surging waves of torrent.
You feel the sliding sky is falling on you and
seek protection under an open umbrella
you carry for its multi-colors match your mind’s hue.
The transient colors melt in the teary rains of sorrow,
flow like a stream of tinted emotions,
meandering on the washed out pathway
you travelled aimless to where you’re
in the midst of nowhere on a rainy day.
With the mind drained out you stand desolate,
the solitude of the rain-soaked day fills the void
with the promise of the rising crystalline horizon
reflecting the last tinge of the departing day
that you’d want to seize and live the moment
painting the rain-rinsed mind once again
where emotions will be colored by the rainbow.
September 14, 2018
Contest : Rainy Day
Sponsored by : Sara Kendrick
Picture chosen : 5
Of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
for if it were naught that dark hour
that steals our breath and steps employ
kid ourselves be, fears empower
’Tis distress, a word elders use
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
I play naught; black ink stains the hews
as it leaves the path drained of joy
Let us make our travels less coy
and brave ourselves from stillness’ gloom
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy
yield soulless shades of floating doom
Rally of noise around the curb
as jitters tinker like a toy
as we danced brightly undisturbed
of what ventures the shadow’s ploy.
Submerged in his fanciful palette of
feigned perfection his fetid smile
suffused through the cold laps of the
sun. A lantern of ruffled acquiescence,
a maquillage of stiff gaze of giggles.
The bowels of his heart soaked in
muddy threads of rejection, forever
lost in the pillows of bruised winds.
Alone in the oysters of sorrow,
blemishes orchestrate in the valley
of his fermented blood.
His scars, musty as a tainted
weaponized creamy spaghetti.
His thoughts enveloped in moulds of
decayed grapes.
Tears threw in the tunes of stale
rhythm. Where have his
flavours gone? They have
sailed in the crunchiness of a hybrid
tree. His textures crumbled in the
fangs of misery, buried in the tomb
of melancholic barks.
Oh, I watch him ride in
the incessant anguish
of his recurring sail as
it echoes through the
landscape of his drained soul.
Bereft of every genuine chuckle,
his sweats a pungent of titan arum.
Look, look and you'll see his
desperate eyes snare
beetles of discombobulation.
A delve in his skin puked rashes of
anxiety. Each mark a peddle to the
oasis of disaster.
Each pattern a kiss to depression as
mercy killing.
In a search for fingers at the expense of
his toes, he got penitence in plethora.
In scrutiny of the shallow ballet
he swirls in, you'll see a mask
too stuck to pull out.
And in that dance,
they are all masked with same
lethal mosaic.
These things, these demons, cannot be predicted
for it is not the province of the vain
to view forthcoming perils as their own
race past life’s looming cautions with disdain
Destined by their folly to abstain
ignore precursors of life’s coming woes
for youth, t’is said, “is wasted on the young”
age, alas, left struggling in its throes.
Surrounded by the gators of their swamp
beseeching of dead gods that it be drained
remain addicted to the demons slain
youth seeking death before old ages reign.
Destined, as it were, by dint of choice
destined to succumb to demons voice.
©9/19/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet - sponsor
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A
prism
of sadness
a piece of soul
falls from the windows
of the house where you live
trickling droplets of emotion
to hard to handle finally let go
relieving the strain of your pain
they fall from your eyes like rain
until you are totally drained
so you can rise up again
to play the game
Probably...
Rumor was there that he is an addicted soul
A real problem through ongoing struggles,
Was to understand
The real person
Behind
A vague shadow
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Now...
Do I need to know, actually, an artist?
Art has its own definition of beauty.
With
Some payments in life,
I believe.
Flower of creativity blooms
Slowly...
In a drained, fatigued out life
In reality.
Or could be something else? Do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
I felt....
This rather neutral observation of mine
Is dropping
And
Bouncing on its own...
Rather than creating bubbles...
Learning to hide
Own woes
Rapidly growing hissing
Of
Sounds of demons
mostly mine, off course.
Should I abstain from further assumption?
I am not sure. I do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Out there...
From my window, I see a green, lavish tree
Those green leaves, swirling, shifting,
Tossing and turning
In wind, rain, and sunlight.
I thought...
Should I draw a problematic moment, now?
Of a slain mind with a destined agony
Of a conviction of wasting time, in vain?
I am not sure. I do not know.
I do not know him, at all, in real life.
Lord, I need you like the soil needs the RAIN because like the earth, without you, I am dry as a desert.
Blessed Lord, I need you like the body needs the PAIN to inform it of health issues that otherwise would go unnoticed. And I need you like the leper needs love, compassion, and understanding. Without you Lord, I would be like the lepers who feel no pain, but with you
I feel the pain that tells me I'm hurting. Then you take note of me and heal me of my many wounds.
Dear Lord, I need you like The Dead Sea needs to be DRAINED. She receives but never gives; she lets in but never lets out, never lets go. Because of you, I share this Blessed Faith that you have given to me.
Lord, I need you like every living creature needs every VEIN as a conduit through which the blood flows, giving and maintaining life. You are my everything and without you Lord, I have no happiness, no joy, no life.
O Lord, I need you so much like the railroad tracks need the FRIGHT TRAIN. For without your spirit Lord to keep me on the right track, I would be forever lost.
So Gracious Lord, these and more are the reasons why I need you so, and forever by your side I shall REMAIN.
01302018 PS Contest, I Do Need You So Lord, But Why? James Edward Lee, Sr.
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Mi Rice
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ingredients
1.5 cup Washed and drained rice (more info about the rice variety in the description)
3 cloves of garlic
1 inch piece of ginger
1 tbsp butter
4 cardamom
4 cloves
10 black peppercorns
1/4 tsp turmeric powder
1 sprig of curry leaves
1 pandan leaf
1/4 cup chopped onion
2 cup chicken or vegetable stock
1/4 cup unsweetened coconut cream (or thick coconut milk)
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4 cups of pigfeet broth strained and degreased.
2 cups of chicken stock
2 1/2 cups of sweet sherry
1 T ground ginger
2 T McCormick seasoning
2 cups of carrots
1 large onion
3 T minced garlic
2 chopped jalopeno peppers
1/4 cup of lemon grass
2 teaspoons of fishstock
thyme
basil
anise
rosemary
2 cup of crumbled bacon
4 chicken thighs
4 guina hen thighs
1 whole rabbit
salt and pepper meat,add ingredientsi add remaining ingredeints bake for 40 minutes until fall off the bone tender.
Serve with mushrooms and rice!
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