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Aznas’ wings protect throughout the night
Beautiful as the lustrous morning light
Cascade down from heaven, glowing
Divine while engulfed in knowing
Endless truth and unconditional love
Frightened while visited from above
Godly essence of the soul
Holy visions begin to take its toll
Innocent thoughts now take the lead
Joy starts as it’s planted a seed
Kindred, surround as clear as day
Loneliness a rumour, never to play
Mother God to you and I
Night as bright as the day light sky
Opera, the sound of the song
Nightingales sing, never a note wrong
Protection in life for our sacred blueprint
Questions asked, answered in a subtle hint
Realm of records, held in a grand hall
Secrets that are given out freely to all
Touched by an aura, making me think twice
Unforgiving actions, knowing I must pay the price
Victorious today, as she is each and every time
White army surrounds me, the harmonic chime
Xanadu, such a rich and glorious place to see
Yuman families blessed also, but never meant to be
Zoetic as she creates life and peace to you and me.
(not for contest, just a first attempt at ABC....Not in the traditional format)
At the verge of parched tears arrested in fear
Kim was enveloped by morbid sadness
Enshrined in her prison cell and stiletto in hand
tension rose on the surface buried inside
A cutting edge waiting to act upon visceral gloom
called for incisive bloodletting action
One life one laceration away from cliffhanging lightening
small visceral droplets engulfed a low rising soul
No morning dew on mournful contempt and self-castigation
cast out into casket's nails of grave conclusion
Ready to push one final dagger into her heart she wished
for terminal silence composure and freedom
She stumbled and was once more washed away
into guilt failure anger and endless void
Thunder and fire bolts turned into hail storms
‘Hallowed be thy name and forgive me’
Heavy crystals pelted her skin and frosted her soul
moulded a foundering slip on treacherous slope
Kim fell on her self-imposed dagger in the thawing of time
and woke up in a raindrop and the bubble could burst
God speaks as conscience;
childlike innocence.
When we disobey,
soul’s blue skies turn grey.
The ever changing moods of a soul that longs to be free
can be varied and vast like an ocean's fluctuate artistry
So often we lose the hearing of the young
replacing it with stubborn ears of old that refuse to believe
Having stared at grey skies for a lifetime we no longer
sheen the Faith of our forefathers ;
We never turn the finger nor blame the culprit
for the turning of events
we turn a blind eye to our past actions
the ones that have led us astray;
God speaks as conscience but sometimes
we interpret His voice any which way we please
when soul's blue skies turn grey,
whos fault is it anyway !
Betrayed by our hand,
life’s barren and bland,
until we awake;
dark desires forsake.
Engulfed in the carnage desires of flesh and wanton beat
we lose sight of the glorious pregnant gardens of our youth
Slighting beauty we abuse of the God given gift of choice
we opt for a barren and bland life of repetitive fractal sins;
Betrayed by our own hand we have no recourse
until we awaken to the calling of an Arching blessing;
Then we move into a colored world full of bright nuances,
where everyone can see that we have finally understood
the true meaning of being fully awakened by the Spirit.
Amen !
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
POWER OF THE IVORIES
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I wrote this poem as a remembrance of my mother. Even when macular degeneration and diabetes took her eyesight, she continued playing her beloved piano. I often sat adjacent to her, watching her arthritic fingers dance pirouettes across the 88 ‘blacks and whites,’ lost in creativity and the music. Her pain temporarily dissolved, and she was at peace in her musical heaven, soulfully content.
She walks into the empty room
and sits down on the stool;
her heart engulfed with grief and gloom
from life that has been both kind and cruel.
She knows that she must persevere
though things seem dark and grey;
then wipes away a single tear
as she begins to play.
Familiar music soon takes flight,
her sorrows start to lift;
and so she plays into the night
and feels the music’s gift.
At last, she plays a soft reprise
and feels her gloom depart;
true solace found in ivory keys
That mended her broken heart!
Long ago when I was younger, yearn for knowledge I did hunger,
heard about a rumor going ‘round.
Twas a legend told for ages, passed along as time turned pages,
strange as any tale twas ever found.
Rumor said that near the quicksand, lived a ghost back in the swampland,
ghost of Boggy Creek always abound.
Curiosity engulfed me, through the bog I yearned to sightsee,
learning for myself the swamp’s mystique.
In the backwoods shadows shaping, Cypress trees with grey moss draping;
eerie was the scene at Boggy Creek.
Sights and sounds were so alarming, fear of finding something harming,
making me to feel so very weak.
In the dark I wandered wading, light of day was slowly fading,
slowly fading was the summer breeze.
Wading through the swampy water, searching for the spectral squatter
squatting in the swamp amongst the trees.
In the shadows echoes screeching, piercing screams my ears were reaching,
eerie screams that brought me to my knees.
‘mongst the Cypress lurked a vision, eerie figure prompts decision,
my decision turn around and run.
Running faster, screeches blaring, right behind the image glaring,
thinking that my life was almost done.
Suddenly was in the clearing, left behind the ghoul was jeering,
jeering for more terrorizing fun.
In the clear, my sweat was dripping, from the chase as ghost was nipping,
nipping ever closer to my soul.
In the sky the moon was waning, my composure was regaining,
gaining back my strength from ghoulish troll.
Ne’er again will I go wading, in the bog, ghouls haunt invading,
tempting fate in baleful boggy bowl.
It’s been forty years since searching, boggy mash for demons lurching,
hoping just to get a ghostly peek.
No more do I have a yearning, to this bog won’t be returning,
wondering about this swamp’s mystique.
I will tell you that the legend, never ever should be questioned,
after showdown deep in Boggy Creek.
S~ Scent of the shining, Pacific Ocean, eternally bless me!
A~ Arresting fog, may your droplets forever surround me.
N~ Nights of rainbowed streetlights, dance, engulfed by the sea!
F~ Friendships, ah,so transformative, we gave each other the space to be!
R~ Resurrecting the grand glow of our hopes and oh so shining individuality.
A~ As full, white clouds, we brought glimmering hope to humanity.
N~ Nights, we honored the stars and earth, with wonder and humility.
C~ Concerned were we, starting projects to end hunger, compassionately!
I~ I was more than blessed to participate in these fulfilling days of glory.
S~ Scents of fresh, amazing anitsef,another aromatic, scented story.
C~ Compassion not competitive these loving memories do be.
O~ Or it seemed like not a city at all, but anthologically, some divine country!
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6/13/2024
A threat of superiority
Leads to inferiority
Of a heart consumed
By a venomous poison
Of hate lead by jealousy
A darkness claim their soul
Convinced that an enemy
Was those loved by the sun
With skin oh so golden
Threatened by a culture
To which they steal like vultures
Begging to be chosen
Colonising a moment
Belonging to those with a darker skin colour
All we wanted was equality
All you wanted was authority
Lands built on lies
Where black met demise
Under grey and cloudy skies
And buried secrets forced to hide
Hidden under the cloak of defence used As your disguise
Blaming the victim of a crime you committed
Just to satisfy the deep pits of your stomach
A place where guilt resides
Melting in the acidity of your pride
Insecurities infect your eyes
Leaving you blind
Of your little white lies
To claim that being white
Correlated to being the superior race
To capitalise off of ignorant minds
Of an acceptance they yearned to find
Power a secret weapon
Abused by those who wield it
But the real truth is black lives
Are kryptonite to their ego
How their only achievement was culture stolen
How our presence engulfed them
How their need for attention to grow their ego
To distract them from a body so hollow
To stop from the voices that echo
Inferiority wrapped in sorrow
The smiles they keep a deceiving show
From a pain that refuses to go
When revenge is fueled by a crime not commited
One must question ones motivation
Ones intention with all this hatred
To a race that's only crime was being black
Punished With a lifetime of psychological torment
The fear of existing
Targeted by the envy of those whose livelihood was based on colonisation
And culture is based on controlled violence to achieve black silence
While on a geological traverse
in the ancient Aravalli hills of Rajasthan,
I happened to stop by a palatial house,
that glistened under the summer sun.
I got curious to find the big building
in the midst of desolate countryside.
So, I knocked on the huge door to find out
who lived there, but nobody came outside.
I gently pushed the heavy door,
it opened with a creepy sound creaking.
I ventured to silently enter to find myself
in a room, as dark as the moonless night falling
In the eerie stillness that engulfed me,
before I could call out, “anybody in”,
the heavy door behind me
suddenly closed, sharply bangin’.
With the skipped heart beats I pressed
the panic button in the alarmed mind.
With all the doors closed, the way out
in the opaque darkness, I couldn’t find.
As the fearsome feeling of being trapped
flowed with the stream of cold sweat scary,
I saw a faint figure appear from nowhere
in the hazy hallway ominously misty.
He entered the spine-chilling room,
as if floating in the murky air all the way,
his somewhat deformed scarred face
I saw before from me he turned it away.
As he came near I wailed petrified,
“I entered, for no one around I could see,
I’m sorry, I should go out, please help,
open the door for me”.
The icy eyes stared at me frozen,
but not a single word he uttered.
Toward the door he glided in a slow motion,
his hands like a bird’s wings fluttered.
How then he opened so softly
the huge door I didn’t know,
I rushed outside in a heartbeat
to freedom in the flood of the sunglow .
I got my lost breath back,
looked back to say “thank you”,
but the door was closed,
the man was out of my view.
On my query in the village, I was told
about the man who took away my breath,
an accidental fire burnt the outhouse,
the caretaker was scorched to death.
Cushions of mauve piled high
above a lingering letterbox of light,
slow-shifting shades of darker hue
descend in deepening black upon the sea.
And all around is silent, still,
no birds, no wave-sounds, dried-up winter leaves
now cling as crisp and lifeless remnants
on the trees, mute in breathless air.
The purple backdrop drains to grey,
The fading light retreats and finally gives way.
A slight and almost-friendly breeze
ripples the water, rustles the trees.
A faint and muffled rumbling in the gloom,
a first few raindrops, innocently sparse,
blown in upon a quickening wind.
The clouds converge, their prelude done.
Across the bay is launched a sudden storm,
A tempest from the wild Atlantic borne.
The huddled shoreline dwellings disappear,
engulfed within a winter deluge drear.