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Premium Member As Dark Clouds

Descends over the mountains 
a blanket of suffering thunder
The fork between two tongues sings 
truth always comes to light 
under angel rays expelling echoes 

A thousand ancient whispers 
striking home babbling silently 
gathering tongues cry to the vain
Gale force in the mind blows fuse 

There is so many power hungry nations 
fed by constantly spilling innocent blood 
keeping people down is such a falsehood
God be with all victims of crime committed 

Wounded knee echoes of past genocide exist 
as does the Emerald Isle 
an open book clearly speaks volumes

They who should be held accountable 
by countries of this world 
brought to justice and face the facts 
freedom is a democracy 
to live without chains attached

Sweeping under weeping souls chant 
Spirits haunting winds cry 
over many plains in song 
There is no love of God present 
in them who take another's life

Rustling through branches 
many tales of woe Armenia cries out 
Battle reduces men into animals 
through their blood thirsting hate scars

Filled with rage and bitterness gas used 
inhumane violence stormy seas fuels the desire 
to kill every living being poisonous mushrooms cloud 
with hate consumes 
wiping out countless women and children 
destroying nature without a care for this planet
 
Always innocent parties unto such vile acts are addressed openly
Wipe away the cobwebs from over your eyes world 
Taking life from the living forbidden 
no good disturbing the balance of peace 
Love is far from so many people's heart's these days
Form: Narrative


Premium Member Right To Fight

Back in 1964 Harry and Larry
  Just couldn't agree,
  Who was cuter,
  Mary or Dee.

At lunch was a fight,
  Kids gathered 'round;
  Didn't care it weren't right--
  Fists a-flying, blows raining down.

In the end, Harry'd won,
  Who'd thought Mary cute;
  The fighters shook hands,
  It'd all been a hoot!

2014 -- Same thing happened
  In back of the school:
  A fistfight broke out,
  It seemed really cool.

Only this time it lasted
  A mere minute or two,
  When police sirens sounded:
  Tires squealed, men in blue.

They broke up the fight,
  Took the combatants to the station;
  Jailed 'em for assault overnight,
  Future-imperiling incarceration.

The school did its job too,
  Expelling both without a hearing,
  Prompting educators' cheering--
  Teenaged booing and jeering.

In 1964 boys fought hard,
  Then made up and shook hands
  The authorities were quiet,
  No reprimands.

Fifty years later, fighting's outlawed,
  Boys have no chance:
  Gone is romance,
  Schools look askance.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Way In

A fire burns orange and bright
in stark contrast against 
the black Bohemian sky,

crackling hard over sounds
of a furious pen scratching 
coffee stained parchment,

pausing to stoke flames, 
reflect inward, and slurp
crudely a harsh, smoky brew.

Breathing in deep the 
bitter, caffeinated aroma,
choking, expelling forth; 

returning its essence
in a visceral act 
of vulgar gratitude.

With a deep groan
his broken body relaxes
while a gust of salty air 

tousles the long, black hair 
free beneath a headscarf
of deep reds and blacks 

mirroring the gritty color
palette so salient
in his art and aura.

Annoyance sits heavy
on his weathered face, 
knotted like the cut wood

burning hot and fierce
in destructive release
of the flaring ire within.

What secrets lie bare
in that leather 
bound journal?

What surly words 
spill forth from 
fountain ink and fury?

Is he looking for a way out?
Or, by his own words,
does he seek the way in?

Premium Member Before Poetry

Whatever did I do to wile away the time
Before poetry took over my brain
Walked around staring blankly into space
Burping and expelling methane

Really no direction I was truly a lost soul
The word 'zombie' enters my mind
But now I'm alive and cooking with gas
Rhyming away line after line

Friends all say, “knock that stuff off!”
Love to but my brain is obsessed
Even rhyme when I'm ordering a pizza
With this affliction I've surely been blessed

I lovingly remember the carefree days
Before poetry took over my life
I went to the park and did normal things
Like threatening little kids with a knife

If you think that line wasn't appropriate
Couldn't find another to rhyme
So don't go writing me nasty letters
I'm really not the violent kind

To end this silliness on an upbeat note
I've ended up on Poetry Soup
Met a big bunch of real friendly people
Sure happy I'm now in the loop

©Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Destined To Ride

 I Traversed the Inner Universe Deep Within my Soul
 and Slayed the Dragon Oppressor up on it's High Horse,
 It seemed Prophetic
 To Rise Into the Greater Nature, Balancing Scales for the Cosmic
 Destined To Ride
 Saddled Up, Ever-Onward through the Fire
 Illuminating Attire of Gold, Light and Sapphire
 Ascending Ever-Brighter, Ever-Higher
 It seemed Fate had found me through Perdition
 Reborn into Wings of No Religion,
 Trailblazing Cosmic Realms, Blitzing Through the Heavens
 Scintillating in Salvation for All Brethren,
 Expelling The Darkness, A Revolutionary Exodus
 Illumination is the Calling, I Rendezvous with Excellence
 I Rise like Lazarus through the Muck and Grime
 Lotus Born, I let my Eight Petals Shine
 Burning Flames from the Heart, Sparked the Soul to Life
 I AM Cosmo Man, I Am Star Bright
 And There, in the Abyss where the Great Mystery Dwells
 where Time is as Ancient as it's Magic Spell,
 Above the Threshold, Beyond the Great Divide
 I AM One with The Source, One with the Divine
 Trodding towards The Gates Of The Promise land
 Through The Valleys Of Shambala, The Sacred Heart Of Man
 Where Many are Called, but only a Few Still Ride
 The Wild, The Chosen, Crusaders Of Light
 Summoned  By Destiny, Tribe Of Judah and Jerusalem
 Herald The Trumpets,   Returns The Spirit Of Bethlehem
Form: Rhyme


My Heart Controls My System

Heart tells me to
Ease when I am
Anxious and 
Relaxes me
Tactically through soothing rhythms

Triggers hormones 
Relatively with the assistance of brain
Understands my plight
Tempts me to dance and
Hushes my emotions..!!
  
         My heart knocks fervently
            So that I would open the hutch 
         and let it flutter free..
Enticing me often to go 
for a waltz with my partner,
      swaying in his arms hours together;
          Pounding thumps compose music and
            convinces me to perform salsa & duet .
    The erogenous zones creates goosebumps
             and tickles the sensual nerves;
Tantalizes belly for a boogie woogie,
     And my foot taps the tiles below continually
        yearning for a jazz ,
as lyrical swing guides our delicate body 
with fluid movements 
expelling rhythmic joy.....!!!

Aug 3 ,2020

Note:Heart Truth poetry Contest.(N/A)

Note2: Submitting to Strand Completely New (21) ,
Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest.
© V. Deepa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Fragments of Ancient Stone

Fragments of ancient stone, woman, sad and desperate.
She rests on a tomb of death, of longing and loss.
Her insufferable grief is an open wound of secrets.
In “Christina’s World,” she forlornly crawls across.

Dylan knows her as the “Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowland.”
In “Automat,” Edward Hopper portrays her all alone.
She drifted astray and lost herself in “The Waste Land.”
Oizys conveyed misery and sorrow; a goddess well known.

Fragments of ancient stone, symbol of human death.
Our Lady Madonna weeps, tormented, anguished, in pain.
She agonizes with the sick, expelling their last breath.
She mourns our lost humanity when war has left its stain.
        
Freda Kahlo painted herself as a deer pierced by arrows.
William Blake’s “Mary” bore the face of broken despair.
The Romans named her Miseria, goddess of deep sorrows.
“Lady, Weeping at the Crossroads,” Auden wrote her with care.

Fragments of ancient stone, emblems of shattered dreams.
In “Lady Sings the Blues,” she was crooned by Billie Holiday.
In “Sad Clown Girl,” Chris Motta’s painting is no meme.
In “Dead Love,” Sara Teasdale bereaved her love’s decay.

“All is Loneliness,” where Joplin screamed and cried.
All is shadows, anguish, and tears when Anias appeared.
Egypt called her Nephthys; death and mourning were her ties.
“The Pieta” has portrayed her sixth sorrow for hundreds of years.

Angel of agony summoned from our collective unconscious.
Jung told us that dreams reveal more than they hide.
Her mythical manifestations are glorious and harmonious.
Her artistic expressions grant us our weakness untied.
Form: Quatrain

April fools day ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery abounds

April fools' day - ordinarily all manner of tomfoolery abounds

Written/updated since last year
unlike any other 
when out of this world
outlandish accouterments
people did wear
hermetically sealed
of even faintest tear
to avoid contamination
against coronavirus pandemic 
air supply difficult to spare
when wing and prayer
soul saving amazing grace
frankly against scalpers, marauders, 
and fraudsters steeling 
themselves to profiteer.

Pandemic straps tightly 
plied girded beltway
unlike any other All fools day
in annals of recorded ("fake") history
western civilization tapestry doth fray
April first two thousand and twenty four
neigh, no time for horseplay
what with coronavirus (COVID-19)
boarded ship of jilted fools
(think *****sapiens)
barred courtesy omnipotent jackstay
furloughed workers analogous
grumpy minions lay

dwarfed by unfortunate global events, née...
germinating, jackknifing, and wreaking havoc
Mother Earth nonchalantly toying
(indiscriminately) regarding humanity
as bestrewing bajillion biohazards berserkly
bequeathing bedlam child's play
just desserts, she doth understandably repay
man/womankind flicked as flotsam and jetsam
vile treatment diabolically heaped,
jubilantly loosed, maniacally pitched
upon her terrestrial firma oy vey
she chokes, gags, laughs raspily yea
rebuffs, refuses, and renounces further abuse.

Nevertheless toothless gumption, albeit feeble
fighting spirit, her survival instincts assail
cumulative environmental destruction
triggered casus belli expelling deadly toxins,
when Gaia doth exhale
since onset of global interregnum
(think virulent spreading poisonous Kudzu
like wildfire biohazard)
since world wide webbed disease
brought grinding halt
consumerist paradigm in lockdown,

nonetheless within brief interim
noticeable clearer air to inhale
amazingly enough postal system...
intact voila... uninterrupted delivery of mail,
the daily highlight experienced
among people emotionally crippled
pasty faced and pale
finds quivering Captain Kangaroo
plus good n plenti proud primates
each dancing and quivering 
like a captive dang gulling quail.
Form: Rhyme

Feathered Thoughts

Tranquil thoughts
breathing
of slow kissed sights
comforted 
in expelling this light
languorous trembled gaze

A mask promising nothing
yet yearning to taste 
now pushed aside

Risking this pull 
stakes everything

Claims made 
forever washing
though tears of ecstasy 
now rolling free of 
ducted bliss
trailed warmth of
cored beings
exquisite dripping 
yets

Serenades of wanting 
traveling through blood
as feather breathes
brushed lightness 
thieves strength
floating in 
washes of joyed right

Unaltered and bare 
lured to charm
unhooked to potent need 
she is lost

Silkily softness crushed in satin
drawn to slither tight
set free to embrace
crystal screams
shattered 
in feathers graced might

Masked 
to be nothing
revealed   
in breathlessness

Ivor's Haiku

Aching
aching deep within
reaching out beyond the veil
never forgotten

All Aboard
body and soul combine
for the ride of a lifetime –
no return tickets

Am I me
I think I am me
I think, therefore, I am me
I am me I think

Astral Womb
astral absorption
blends life continually -
soul's evolution

Bloodless Bond
born not of Mother
parent of necessity
destiny fulfilled

Coming up Trumps
sharing true friendship
noisily expelling gas
no inhibitions

Conception
blending of spirits
natures nectar decanted
life's vessel refilled

Deep Silence
deep silence roars out -
in straining to catch whispers
no one can hear it

Destiny
deep thunder rumbling
silence envelopes the land
destiny draws near

Empty Noise
dry branches snapping
summer glory now faded
still tries to impress

Eternal Moments 
past, future, present
moments form eternity
time stays forever

Eternity Beckons
body discarded
spirit struggling upwards -
too late to grow wings

Eternity
union of birth
individualism
union of death

Free Spirit
thundering of hoofs
freedom’s stampede of delight -
spirit unbroken

Insight
foggy perception
clarity of direction
avenues open

Night Fright
cloud creeps across moon
night whispers it's mysteries
concealed in darkness

Pendulum of Life
living in boredom
soul screams for activity
turmoil requires rest

Pendulum’s Swing
regularity
exist in cloud cuckoo land
life's pendulum swings

Pendulum’s Ride
enjoy all the ups
enjoy the extremities
enjoy all the downs

Post Mortem
Going through the veil -
Once life’s journey is a tale
Did your faith prevail

Self Pity
beyond human sight
loved ones find eternal joy
why does my soul ache

Time for Time
life's pathways beckon
moments joined into ages
cloaked by time's mantle

Time’s Call
friends not forgotten
re-union approaches
time's pathway beckons

True Vision
though vision is clear
perception can be blinded –
truth is in the soul

Senyru:

Perception
perception
is reality
apparent

Poets Write
poets write
spilling blood as ink
makes one think

Ivor G Davies  ©
Form: Haiku

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