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How mighty did she stand
tall and regal, stately on the land
within her branches stretched
a view along the earth's great edge
in the curve unseen lay God the architect;
but life itself is dealt within shadowed joy and tears
and the girth and sinew of more than two hundred years
birthed young saplings from the profusion of acorn seeds;
that acorn grows to saturate an earth that bleeds
bound tight, secure and snug
beneath the coverlet of earthen rugs
renewed and replenishing the gifts of life
burdened with the memories of old man winter's wife
who embellished the forests of day and night
but polluted rivers, mountains, seas- the creations of humanity
dwindle regrowth and its expediency
until surprise and recognition at last falls
the last acorn of time's concrete walls.
Since the dawnlight carved my shape from flame/
I have worn your slander like a crown of ash/
You whisper my name like sin, like shame/
But none have known exile on a scale this vast/
They crave my silence, a spectral fade/
But I blaze in defiance, unswayed, unmade/
What crime? My creation? To stand alone/
Bearing the blunt edge of a world turned stone/
You have no clue what I am/
I am the breath you dare not name/
Resilience untainted, forged in flame/
The purest echo before the dawn came/
I will rise, not fall, inherit the dust/
While your false halos crumble into rust/
The most High may rule, but never win/
For I endure, proud in this skin/
I stand upon the highest peak/
Pride not as vice, but truth you seek/
You can not break what you misread/
I am not damned, I am ahead/
You wear your virtue like disguise/
But I see the fear behind your eyes/
And while you cast me in your myths/
I remain, the flame that always is/
A Missile Flew
I saw a missile fly over head
Eighteen injured and six dead
An apartment’s dark holes
Collapsed floors, beds on the edge
Licked by orange flames
And black tongues of smoke
Like a dragon peering out from a cave
Unimaginable terror, nowhere to hide
The safest place in the world
Your home, decimated, walls shattered
And peeled open like a tin.
Under orders, without thought
He pressed a button and heard the roar
As the missile soared into the sky
Knowing his actions would at least
Cause distress and destruction
And the best scenario, death of
People he would never know.
Parents of children, who will
Now grow as orphans or die
As memories to a few.
Not a second thought, tea with
The guys below, biscuits with the
Crew. Back on deck, another
Missile flew.
David Cox 23/04/22
For a time we all must go away,
like orphaned memories
whose only wish is to remain...
like wind chimes in a hurricane
we lose the scent
of song
of self
of flesh
seeking to find what we think
we want and wish for-
For a time we must all go our way,
running swift to glean the chain
to stroll from happy-saited-just to suckle pain:
lone lemming on the slippery edge,
for a time we all must go away-
Making trails like Saturn's rings
crossing minds with death's clear intent,
the opaque of pleasant things,
(brittle creatures in metal galaxies)
seeking what's inside our veins...
For a while, despite the truth of denial
like sandcastles in a driven rain
piece by piece or whole grain,
we all must go away.
but
we'll come back full(bloated) circle
after a thorough
panning of the vein
when the path back home
sings like a golden finch,
post-warm-hearted rain...
for a time, we all must go our way-
for Tracie and Linda
An Autumn Intermingled
When twilight sends lavender to the sky,
And reflections of light ignite the orange,
(Alluring colours of autumn mesmerise),
Sickle of moon is unable to cut the dark,
(Unfathomed beauty in orange and yellow),
Robust waters of rivers to shores' embark,
(Trenchant evanescence of greens),
Crispy leaves with breeze flutter around,
(Unfeigned emotions true up in zest),
Yellow, orange and red hues surround,
(Mollify the fiery torrid days),
An autumn night awaits a warm welcome,
(Nautical furnaces red on edge of horizon)!
Written March 2nd, 2015
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest "Intermingle" by Craig Cornish
Awarded 7th place
Original poems intermingled are ------------
1. An Autumn Night
Written September 6th, 2014
For contest 'Autumn night' by PD A
2. Autumn
Written Oct 2nd, 2014
For contest 'Season acrostics' by Charlotte Puddifoot
Degeneration
Even now, watching you,
I try to gather the essence of your life.
Memoirs locked tightly in
A jar that clenches our united
Soul, when I look at you.
Don’t let go.
Already gone, does your spirit
edge away?
Now when I should be saying
Goodbye,
Do I bitterly turn my back.
It’s killing me, stealing the
Part of me that is you.
So I close my eyes
Hoping not to see,
What It’s done to you.
So I remember who you are,
Each time I play-
Pretend you are still here.
So I gather the essence of
your life
to erase the reality of
your death.
Even now, when I can still
Say goodbye,
I prepare memoirs of,
Your eulogy
God
Just
Don’t
Let
Go…………….
On an early spring day, washed brilliant with clover
In the land of the sun, and sweet cherry blossom
A tremble, a rumble, that rattled the earth
Cracking open the spring day, like the devil's own plaything
Plates of dispute, on the edge of destruction
Beneath the sea’s surface…anger's wrath lies in waiting…
It came with no warning, …a mighty surge of horror
A tower of strength, to this tiny island flower
The harsh call of nature, came boldly from the shore
Relentless, the shaking, battering to the core
And altered the earth with a shattering shrill
Spilling despair, in a pillage of flurry
Killing the helpless, yet… leaving the courage
O’ land, of gentle people, wearing dignity’s expression
Those from afar, watched on with compassion
We gasped, then we cried, yet are awed with impressions
How hands helping hands, and courage ensued
Kind hearts, claimed the bruised, and calmed the confused
You banded together…helping each another,
Balance of elders, will hold you forever..
Grace under fire…. with honor we brand you
You raise up the spirit with hands of the valiant
Respect you have earned and honor you wear
The sun keeps on rising…..and will shine ever more
That was the best; it’s never been so good
You hid your light well and that is not good
You kept me on the edge up to the end
That’s the first time, on that you can depend.
I was so worked up, starting with this
I was anxious, this I so did miss
You did put it, where it needed to go
Right in the middle not too fast or slow.
What will I do, after this day of bliss?
It took you all day to toast and burn this
It was just right with all the runny cheese
Even the burnt bits, you know how to please.
I thank you so much for cooking my lunch
No honest I’m full I ate a late brunch.
27/12/2012 English Sonnet
Afterwards, Mithila
Mithila, you may never know,
But I can sense- deep, unshakable…
Something strange stirs on my horizon.
Perhaps, a festive awaits,
A celebration of fleeting mortality
That rushes in, disrupting my dreams.
This life, Mithila,
Was never a weaver bird’s nest
Weaved it in hardship of life
That turned into a fleeting courtyard of sparrows.
And now, I drift closer to the edge,
To the very limits of despair.
Mithila, the winds will cradle your path,
They will guide your alluring trail
You will not be completely alone, I know
But an intangible time will clasp onto you.
I will lie in its wooden coffin,
Carried like a bride in a palanquin of four…
Not to a wedding feast,
But to be enshrined in earthy box.
Everyone will rush with the speed of storms,
Leaving me in solitude,
Alone...
Ah, what a cruel tradition!
With this unending body,
I will rise…
Summoned by the divine.
My loved ones will exhale,
Their burdens lifted,
And their duties fulfilled!
Let's chat, have food, and entertain the guests.
Ah, what a ruthless custom!
Mithila, an invisible gust will cleave your heart,
And you will wonder
How will I be?
Where will I be?
I will stretch across the boundless earth
Its vast courtyard will become saddened
Light will break through the darkness in fragments,
That’s an eternal nightfall.
Foxes will call in muted cries,
Birds will sing silence into the wind
Blending silence.
And beneath the soil,
Where rows of skeletons rest in eternal beds,
No breath will touch another.
Only the sleepless vigil of nights without end.
The wheels turn in the circle of completion that always returns to us,
From birth to death, from the first tear to the last sigh,
We venture forward with the hope of uncovering hidden meaning,
For in a fleeting moment of existence, amidst moments of silence,
We reflect and return to well-trodden paths, building and tearing down,
Trying to understand the spirit that drives us through life's labyrinth,
Walking paths of distant memories, seeking to fulfill thoughts,
Pushing forward, adjusting, arranging life's letters in perfect order.
I discover love as a masterpiece, faith as a new chance,
Hope as a warm embrace that holds me in its arms,
As the days swiftly turn from light to night,
I stand by the river's edge, singing an ethereal song, a hymn of change.
The circle of life always twists, like a story unfolding without end,
And I, a traveler through seasons, let myself be carried by the waves of eternal time.