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God Almighty
Oh God, before Thee
on my knees
I fall in hopelessness
of my soul!
The chain's ring is squeezing
and suffocating me,
The mark of a wound
from sombre fetters
Restrain the freedom
of my soul...
Dreadfully dark is this night...
Gloriously in the tabernacle you dwell,
Commanding troops of angels
for ever and ever,
Send me help,
Give me an elixir,
So I can walk loyally on the path
That leads me to paradise
in heaven.
Full of thorns and vain hopes
are the paths,
That today are the failings
of mankind,
Gazing onto your
almightiness,
I shall break the fetters
of my soul
And banish the darkness
and fear into
infinity...
The Dark Obsession - for contest
Horrendous thunderstorm of explosions
Dark clouds of the noxious obsessions....,
that we have more weapons; we fight for a cause
Malefic causes so senseless and baseless...
But paradox is, it appears noble for the offenders
Large-scale indoctrination of the young minds
for violence and ruthless destruction
Obsession of supremacy so dreadfully corrosive
Mad spree to hoard guns and WMDs,
Innocents or criminals, men or animals,
shudder with fear all that has life!
Collossal apocalypse of terror-waves ...
Atrocious erosion of moral and social fabric
Grotesque grimace at the principle of
universal brotherhood that underlies all our
holy scriptures!
Oppressed n' suppressed are the weak n' unequipped
Belligerent, pugnacious mindset mobilisation to bring
vitriolic ripping n' decaying of global peace
Peaceful waters turned filthy black with terror,
boils in the furnace to give to the globe a
shower of hot flowing blood!
Amicable contemplation to assassin this obsession
would bring no wars, no terrorism but peace!
Sustainable peace assured for the eternity!
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
glossary:
WMD- Weapons of Mass Destruction
For contest: The tragedy of black
sponsored by: Bev Smith
Submitted by: Anulaxmi Nayak
Written on: 18th August 2015
Fear not the beast of age,
Now you are mature an adult.
Thou shall hail from thy night cage;
Talking about concerns phobia consult,
For in it, overflows river of blissful wage.
Fear not the twist of tongue,
Or the loyalty of those spying,
To insult the efforts you dreadfully dung,
With no intention than pretty sighing...
Weighing heavily pregnancy so young.
Fear not the twist of chance,
Buried in mysterious harmless prank-
Of once opportunity lost; it lives in trance.
Do you limit yourself to that, be frank?
Resolve bugging other logics to glance!
No revival cream cheese,
Like groundnut oil will ever do.
Neither do faults' wave flees,
To never appear again in the blue.
Fighting back, surely ills been sleaze.
May all sickness mails hang.
Network ye be unavailable!
May your darling gang,
Offers you scope advisable
And get drums loudly bang...
Thou nature's fragrance so sweet,
Submit happiness to his feet
And forever to his grace,
Bring enough fortune embrace...
That gets enemies plans defeat.
Happy birthday!
Age off hell!
Have your say;
State all well,
Out shining MAY.
Amen!
I remember, oh how I remember
The days were now long gone.
Oh. How we loved to meander
Along the paths that winded
The slopes of our hill sides,
Where fragrant firs and larches
Embellished the surrounding hills.
Oh, how I remember the ambience,
The exotic finches flying from tree to tree,
Their luscious serenades echoing around,
While my love and I would stroll over cobbles
Our hands entwined in limitless love.
We’d kiss and hug as we would stop
To hear the lullabies of the finches fine.
I remember, oh how I remember
The day we went to a large store
When she suddenly fainted and fell.
The trip to hospital was long and traffic
Was congested. I held her hand while
The paramedics did their best. What was wrong?
She did not survive. Dreadfully, I could only cry.
John Molina
1905-1923
Luella Poland – That name!
That face! Those eyes!
Those long lovely locks of chestnut brown!
Those smiling puckered lips in the dizzy afternoon!
Luella! I love you! I need you!
Alas, I do not feel your arrested heartbeat.
Your electric probing touch.
But alas, I do feel your undulating soul.
Your hard penetrating stare.
From over there!
In the smothering weeds.
From over there!
By the David Morris grave.
Luella! I love you! I need you!
And so, when I saw him kiss you that day,
Over there!
By the front rusted gate,
Over there!
Amidst the lilacs and the hushed screams,
I died a hundred deaths.
And, I descended dreadfully to the land
Of dry sleep.
Descended downward to the kingdom
Of stilled atoms.
Of unspoken testimonies,
Testimonies of reaching, ever reaching, and
Never retrieving.
My soul now is bathed in tears.
Tears I shed for thee, my dearest Luella.
Oh, that name!
That face! Those eyes!
Luella! Luella!
I love you! I need you!
I am saddened to see the merciless scene daily, Doli , doli,the doli bearers shouted loudly, Pilgrims scattered like black pearls vainly, Chaos broke out among the crowd hourly,
I noticed the hardships of the bearers painfully, while the pilgrim mercilessly sat on the doli joyfully, Their neck were tightened by the heavy load dreadfully, And their hard muscled bodies ached totally,
I condemned the inhuman act vehemently,
And my kind heart melted like snow instantly, Was it good for us to ride on a human honestly?, My throat chocked and eyes shed tears visily,
Poverty pushed them to do the hard work harshly, When was the brutal work to be stopped actually?, Economic status of the labours should be enhanced cheer fully, Their work honoured and gave them respect really,
No human being should be maltreated merely, Coolies were the wonderful creation of God only, A bit of mercy made the world less cold ,highly, Treat them good as you want to to be treated ,really.
I once caught a clear glimpse of her, when she smiled to me, in the train station, not
knowing what to think, speaking to the cellphone and looking at me at the same time,
trying to stay calm, yet couldn't. How regal she looked with the smile on her face...
My next glimpse of her was in bed, at night, when she could not endure the thought of
being held by her hands as she was, yet, with a once dominant instinct, loving the way she
was seduced. It struck me how dreadfully vulnerable she seemed, being a girl and yet in
some obscure way a mature woman.
But the angel was released and forgiven and returning to her Eden she was no more able to
withstand eternity without the one she loved. So she rose from her wooden chair and
enchanted the mortal, seeking him, loving him, bringing him to her.
He arrived at Heaven's doors and gracefully entered the gate.
Only a few paces from the beauty he draw her closer, teasing her, kissing her ... making
her feel so excited and tantalized.
Okay! Okay, just gimme a minute, or maybe even two.
It's just like you to pull up a chair just so I can sit next to you.
But I know you well enough not to fuss about anything at all.
Or
You will holler and hoot and act like a pouty faced doll.
Googling slime lids! Not salads once again; no not today!
Every food day is full of special green covered goon hay:(
You must feel really smart, eating fancy food that tastes like grass picked right off of the plains.
And the dreadfully endless tongue twisting, chew spitting and trying to pronounce all the intellectualized names.
You're evermore unflattering food names make everything I say, sound so rude; who!
But seriously though dude, it's not like I am obligated to eat with you; few!
But all of that sounds so bland, like organic sugar free maple syrup covered in fresh beach gathered sand.
So I promise I'll be a good little guest and wash my sweet syrup beach blonde maple colored hands.
If I wasn't being spoiled rotten or being tortured by nice,
You may have noticed our WAITER just drop off some cranberry ice.
You didn't know about juice flavored ice from Dwin?
I thought everyone knew about my fidgeting twin, named Lynn from the fruit flavored Iceland of Dwin.
I mean common, she's out of town, why else would I have this extra chair to sit in?
I brought cash so just forget about your half of the tip, I couldn't help myself indeed; as I ate all of your Doll-Yapper seeds.
They too are native to Dwin and beat the greens off your funky salad twin and beans.
Honestly though, I only sat down here for some strange on the clock fun.
And aside from being Debra Downer, (my real name), I Got paid to pull up a chair to relax and sit on my buns!
END
May 18, 2017
Bleeding so painfully...I escape the light
I try to forget the hardships...brewing in life
But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
Breathing so heavily...I fade away into the night
I try to forget my past...it slits me like a knife
But, it's too hard to live this life...this life
Fight away the monster in my heart
Throw away my sorrow...Take away my wretchedness
Burn away the hideous rage...tearing me apart
Take away the anger...renew my joyfulness
Oh God...please forgive me...
I long for Your cheerfulness... to set me free!
Bleeding so dreadfully...I pray for delight
I try to pray for mercy...for this pain is too much to bear
But it's too hard to live this life...this life...
Fighting back tears...I discover His light
I try to pray for comfort...and I know He is there
I pray for His wisdom...to scare away the strife
And escape from the darkness
I look forward to the afterlife
When there's no sorrow or pain...
When there's no manipulation...no evilness...
no violence...no craftiness...
Replayed...replayed...
Someday...someday
That time will come!
“You can’t do that”.
“That’s too difficult for you”.
“You’re not intelligent enough”.
“You won’t know what to do”.
Please don’t take my dreams away
Don’t doubt me before I can even start;
I have confidence in myself
I believe in myself
My dreams come straight from my heart.
It’s hard for me each day to be optimistic
When you are repeatedly and dreadfully pessimistic.
Just let me have my dreams
No matter how impossible to you they may seem;
We all need to have belief in something
We all need to have a dream.
Who knows, maybe someday I’ll make my dreams come true;
I will have a smile on my face while I say,
“See? My dreams ARE achievable!
I told you”!