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Phil embraced his disability when he acquired it,
And took up the disability sport of para-triathlon,
Where you swim, cycle and race a set distance:
He broke his back in 1991 in a cycling incident.
His nickname at school was Oggy, he was cool,
And is tattooed with Elvis, the king and the man,
He’s from Heanor in Derbyshire, trains at LUT,
Has two kids, Sam and Grace to know and love.
In the 2013 Para-triathlon European Champs,
In Antalya which is in Turkey, he won the gold,
And at some more Euros in Kitzbühel in Austria,
2014, he won silver. His times were epitomes.
In the 2014 ITU Para-triathlon World Champs,
He won another silver: that was in Canada,
In Edmonton, and in 2015 at the Euros again,
In Geneva, he yet again won a silver medal.
2016, and the Buffalo City ITU World Champs,
Phil came home in 01:12:09, 1 hr and 12 mins,
Then the Lisbon ETU Triathlon Euro Champs,
And Phil raced in a time of 1 hr, 6 mins and 22.
Strathclyde, and the ITU World Paratriathlon,
And Phil finished in a time of 1 hr and 10.50,
Then the Rotterdam ITU Paratriathlon Worlds,
And Phil completed the course in 01:07:46.
In Rio Phil finished in 8th place, and previously,
Before para-triathlon, he did wheelchair racing,
Completing many Bupa runs, like Great North,
And he also owns 13 caps for w/c basketball.
Might we return to clear, flawful epitomes of our past,
where feelings bloomed into unoccupied realities,
worlds where we roamed, explored, traversed in our seditious verse…
Where conviction engraved our rivals’ lips with lightning bolts of silver,
raiding their muddled hills with the chaos of our creations,
daring to beguile, snatch, and dissolve, all misjudged resolve…
Were I to grab hold of the passion you once called Father,
were I to fill your brittle ribs with the epiphanies you have long let lost,
our words would tread along the broken, the troubled and the scorned
melting the creases of anger from every weary brow
challenging and regenerating the one you are now…
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
All Rights Reserved © Silpika Kalita
You proclaim that every woman here is a paragon.
Isn't women's subjugation still a phenomenon?
Only a small minority of women might feel well.
Isn't the life of a rural girl here often a hell?
"They're in aeronautics, you say; they're in astronautics."
"Aren't they epitomes in the empire of robotics?"
Thus, you endlessly recount the progress of politics.
I see the rustic girls carrying hard crucifixes.
I've come into existence, having escaped foeticide.
To all, I looked like a piece of debris from a landslide.
They tried to kill me many times, even after my birth.
Could this feather be a heavy burden upon this earth?
My brother looked good to them in sleeping and waking.
I had to work hard to the extent of my back breaking.
He's sent to school. I was not. I had to take care of him.
I had to stand, smile, and say yes, as per everyone's whim.
I work from the time I rise till the time I go to bed.
Most of my life is spent in the kitchen and cattle shed.
How many eagle-eyes of men gape at me each moment!
Within me, I ferment with a yeast of embarrassment.
I wear a veil in adherence to societal norms.
Thoughts of disgraces and rapes awe me like summer storms.
I feel like prey and am unsafe from human predators.
I'm harassed often like a debtor by the creditors.
I am auctioned and sold in a fair called arranged marriage.
Who's worried, even if my spouse is my grandfather's age?
I am a machine for his carnal pleasure and childbearing.
Who appreciates my nature of caring and sharing?
I obey my father, my husband, and my son.
I know; I'm weighed down by the burdens of men who seek fun.
I do not pity myself, yet I live up to my goal.
Though they're harsh on me with their wrath, with love I fill my soul.
the story does have a peculiar ending,
silence, silence and perhaps darkness,
nothing beyond the realm of imagination,
our hopes conjure up a place called heaven,
our fears torment with those of hell,
no one knows, not the best of saints,
what we may encounter past the physical,
the flesh will melt, bones will dissolve,
love dwindles out, memories are washed,
thoughts fade out, then all is lost,
yet spend a lifetime in quest of unobtainable,
writing a tale of dreams, of romance,
pacing the floor in hurried impatient steps,
warring for glory, building epitomes of class,
but the story does have a peculiar ending,
silence, silence and total silence,
and darkness, perhaps in which is peace,
what then after, no one knows,
not even the best of saints,
those who claim they know,
have said the best lies, written them,
sold them, and have held us slaves,
they also now remain in silence,
darkness laughs at their impudence,
for voice of wisdom was never heard,
and the absolute truth was sold for silver..
so stop for a moment, and rewind the story,
and play it the way, you want it played,
the only thing you own is this moment,
and each moment that might follow,
beyond that all is silence……
Written 3/03/2022
wrote at 3am when all is silent
Always unfold to reform,
Constantly matter: fluctuate, fail, and change,
Holy mills and enduring foundries,
A release of epitomes is occurring.
I disclose that it is either you or I,
Or any known or unknown lady, gentleman, or state,
We are viewed as secure, wealthy, artistic,
However, roughly increase epitomes.
The garishness fades,
Oblation determines the disposition of a genius,
Additionally as the efforts of a myth, a saint, or a warrior,
To create his pinnacle.
Every morally exemplary existence,
The units rallied and fled the enduring force,
Its apex is general,
irrespective matter how large or small the total is.
The eternal yearning,
On the view of the worn crests,
newer, taller crests were constructed,
Field and chaos wage struggle,
The exemplar of the old cheer.
Written: June 24, 2022
There are some eminent people
who are true epitomes of bravery
they carry arms to fight against
the enemy and unfurl the flag of victory!
But at times, they become the war casualty
who lose their arms and survive shortly
Pitying glances fall as they live a life of disabled
But their high self esteem shouts, "You stand differently abled",
They shine bright and earn a unique identity
because they don't let go any coming opportunity
to restart the game of life as it was priorly
even if in a new way and hence they inspire many
Many of whom have a hard way to heal
and have courage to live their life normally...
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
Let’s imagine the world without women
Life may certainly cease, big chasm to all men
Children may derail on paths, no guidance
Young ladies’ modesty may not be enhanced.
Who’re the most supportive and loving wives?
Who’re the most caring mothers?
Who’re good and helpful friends?
Who’re the sweetest daughters and sisters?
Cheer women! YOU are all the answers!
You play so many great roles here on earth
You possess indomitable spirit to offer
Unwavering sacrifices that had proven your worth.
We celebrate you today and give you honor
Thanking your bright lights, joys and laughter
You’re all crowning beauties in and out
Queens, princesses and true love in everybody’s heart.
Cheer women! YOU are good leaders and followers
Working areas to home - so talented and responsible
You’re epitomes of neatness and orderliness
Paradigms of dependability with determination to success.
Happy Women’s Day to all Women of the World!
By your vocations and professions, you’re all achievers
You’re noble heroines in every society’s corner
In all spots of earth’s garden you are colorful flowers.
Women, may you always be in good health
Patience and strengths in all your commitments
May you always be blessed and empowered
By God’s everlasting grace as His men’s co-disciples.
March 29,2022 8:08pm
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN
Contest Judged: 4/22/2022 9:26:00 PM
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Place 1
Resorting nature of Years and year's,
Moving miles and miles,
Life is just a bit of moments filled with sheer joy as I share it with You, my lovely Adam.
You won't believe, Its even been more better accompanying with You.
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As I Wana express, My love which will never fade for You!
Melancholic thistles cheering in its ain way with your manifesting reflection.
Rosing my heart , raising the plum of my cheeks,
Wana stay together in unison, Nestling the two empty sweet hearts.
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As in Every turn of life, My love will never fade for You!
Amongst the Wintergreen hazy bush,
In the Glass of grass, O'my ornamenting daisy joe,
You are the blushing flower of an hour, emboldening absolutely everyday in the morning sunrise!
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As You are filling the vibrant colours in the void space of my heart, My love will never fade for You!
Near the coral island, The sand castle will be always lighted forever,
With the whispering winds and the dancing souls,
Roaming around the dark evening blues,
Lying on the sea bed, Twilightedly glowing like the silver moon surrounding with the stars,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As I'm blessed with a magnificence of heavenly glory,My love will never fade for You!
Removing the interstellar space,
By assembling the two innocent epitomes,
My love shall be immortal,
With the feast of love, signing the promising bond,
Gathering the meal of goodwill, showering on the sprouted buds by God,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As You are uplifting me musically at different intersperse, My love will never fade for You!
Marquee is been always blinked by your name making a contract with the pitches of my heart lifetime.
Aisle of my heart's wheel, energetically spinned with your intact spokes,
Mounting the sparks of love,
How long shall I wait an eternity?
How long must I resist myself loving you?
As my Life is a beautiful journey being together, My love will never fade for You!