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Dear Life,
that betrayed the heart-shaped shells,
breathing colors of coral caves in slow cadence,
I’ve surfed through whirling waves of woeful rhymes,
to navigate tides of tormented tercets,
to cleanse my stained soul with briny bliss,
to illuminate the bruised blues with vibrant verses…
Yet, time revealed the fragrance of frosted farewells,
how moving minutes mourn~
the maleficent melodies of inhumane humankind,
while nurtured nature was played in sheer ignorance…
And as the last drop of ink spills~
upon the crystalline canvas of troubled turquoise,
I whisper to the moon-pearled skyline in soft rose dialects,
remember these words as my penultimate prose.
I was once inspired by the silver ring of lotus lunar;
now I struggle to carve my thoughts into coherent metaphors,
as halcyon hues of my muse refuse to collaborate and curate,
and surging currents of existence ripple with runes of rhinestone ruins,
reflecting the aching darkness of midnight musings,
for I’ve long been clothed in shades of dusk and dawn,
carrying pain in scented silence and solitude.
Tonight, I’ll forgive the sun that forgot my name,
rest my bleeding pen within the unconditional love of my beloved kin,
as I fashion a bronze casket of black daisies and withered promises,
to forever dream in lucid lilacs and lyrical lullabies.
Remember, I’ve waltzed through the weary wilderness,
danced beneath dwelling dreariness,
now preparing to set sail upon seraphic realms of eternal serenity,
where everlasting evergreens of Eden~
shall calm the chaos within my eclipsed psyche.
There the wind shall steer my silhouette to where she belongs,
a meadow of jasmines and dahlias,
emanating thirty-nine twists and turns of tuneless memories...
Wish to see a world with more love and compassion
May love be the new fashion
Where every ones fate
Is not hate
Everyone wearing a smile
Cause it is the style
It is contagious after awhile
People willing to give a helping hand
Cause helping others is what they understand
See someone hungry they should be fed
And not get looked down on instead
With love in everyones head
Life will shine
Won't you be mine
Hope will come back
With love on the attack
No one would ever be hurt
People will be curt
Life will have meaning then
Back when
If you love all
Hate will fall
Life would be a ball
Life
Would have no strife
Together we would walk
Always have someone in which to talk
Never alone
Cause love is shown
Hearts are forever grown
Not for hate
Can't have that fate
But love
God above
Life will reach so far
Getting rid of the scar
The world will reach a new high
If no one had a reason to cry
Standing as one
Love will have won
Peace will rule
When compassion is the tool
All life will smile
And after awhile
Hate would fade
New waters we will wade
Everyone makes the grade
Hate is for fools
When love rules
The poor are lazy, languid, and loafing – the rich rut,
Is this why many people of my nation have no hut?
Isn't the concept: every rich is industrious, a myth?
Isn't there a great gulf betwixt a blacksmith and a goldsmith...?
I know my rickshaw-puller neighbor, born in penury,
His ancestors were poor too for many a century;
Can I judge his hardships his sin or the sin of his dad?
Or the transgression of a system that has gone so bad...?
I have seen the rich climbing the ladder of life briskly,
The branches of trees of mammon, they catch hold so quickly;
Hard work and calculative effort, no doubt, are in them,
Don't cells of dishonesty occupy their root and stem...?
By tilling the earth and breaking rocks pennies the poor earn,
In torn rags they shiver in cold; in summer sun they burn;
Is begging a fashion that the poor bejewel them with?
Doesn't shame cut them to pieces, within, like grass in a scythe?
Poverty is a curse and not a blessing, the world knows,
Hunger, thirst, homelessness, and illnesses paucity sows;
Undernourished children, like cattle, are pushed to labor,
The poor are, often, abhorred and loathed by each rich neighbor...!
Isn't fighting poverty a duty of every person?
Doesn't, by the vile of inequality, crises worsen?
God has made the mammon for all - this fact each one should know,
The concept of living and letting live, each should follow...!!!
28 March 2023
Writing Challenge - 'P' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
TV- you see allot of dumb stuff,
you hear their commercials…
clever, yet they holler, isn't this enough,
they bombard you with paid infomercials,
We’ve turned it off, switched to DVD's
an our computer, xbox came an gone,
they changed to reality, pushing BVD's
we collect our movie CDs, too, hang on,
News is all about current fear
another device they have in use,
sure, we want to stay current to hear
weather, crime, meds, world event news,
TV, pods an our music is essential
pageants also game shows, soaps too,
late night talk, comedy central
entertainment, see us USA, what we do,
Also radio will always be here...
what else will they use, brew or invent,
what will get us back in our lounge chair
food, fashion, gadgets, all to be content
Your Touch Means So Much
Your touch means so much to me my love,
As we hold each other with intense passion.
We know our love has God’s blessing above;
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion.
As we hold each other with intense passion,
We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
Our bond for eternity shall always be in fashion,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.
We dazzle with emotion pure on this Earth.
We know our love has God’s blessing above,
As we approach our souls’ nexus of rebirth.
Your touch means so much to me my love.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 31, 2015 (Pantoum)
HAIKU MOMENT 13
Silence speaks sublime
Calm cheery content;
Primal poise profound
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Mindful meditation
Words stream succinct;
Poetic conversation
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Silence feels loud
Learn, unlearn, re-learn;
Each book a good friend
~~~~~~~~~
Poise flavours peace
Seek beauty here;
Truth endears
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Earthly concerns
This and that way;
Too many chores
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Wants and needs
Clash of discontent;
Purge desire
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Urgency
Frivolity;
Fantasy
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Fashion ideas
Style structures;
Thought frames substance
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Face-to-face
Smiles embrace;
Happy lifestyle
~~~~~~~~~
This moment here
Embrace passion;
Sunset serenade
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News flash
Death and taxes;
Nothing new commutes
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
02 September 2016
Singapore
Alfred Joyce Kilmer Tribute ''Trees'' via rehash VIDEO presentation:
Alfred Joyce Kilmer, penned name, 'Joyce Kilmer,'
was killed by a sniper's bullet in WWI at 31 years old,
20 July 30, 1918. Joyce held a beautiful view of life
whereto, he wrote his poem 'Trees,' and as I, a wretched
soul with worn eyes, respectfully write this subtle homage,
by humble means of this renown poet via my take of his poem
Trees II
Methinks thus I
shalt naught e'er see
a poem lovely
as this here tree,
Doth sun does shine
its countenance,
gift tree its loft,
spreads its expanse,
Its girth above,
neath midst remained,
flicks of light burst,
like windows stained,
The trunk weighs down,
the cradled youth,
internal weave
exploits the roots,
Limbed tree who hath,
purged forth hugged vein,
thereon, ventures
long with its frame,
Styled tree stabled
in wonderment,
our learned life begs
our testament,
The tree tilled naught,
nor didst toil we toil,
providence hath,
sprung from the soil,
God giveth life,
sips and savors,
graced from seed thus,
tree He favors,
Seasons race on,
timely fashion,
the Divine hath
shewn compassion,
A poet writes
in praise of trees,
songs made of these
sweet melodies,
'Tis well-rehearsed
endowed in verse,
fool cools elbows
and stubbled toes,
A quill at ease
a chapter seize,
Joyce 'Trees' as goes
only God Knows.
Originally written: 2020 December 23
Resurrect Tribute: 2024 July 28
Alfred Joyce Kilmer 12/06/1886-07/30/1918, 31 years old died in WWI
In your heart are guarded castles
Stayed by honored crimson Knights
Who guard most cherished vassels
And light fires on stormy nights
Three noble Knights captain heart's guard
Place soldiers in tower's watch
And stay attacks to castle's yard
With steel swords from castle's notch
The most noble Knight is honor
Who demands a strong heart's faith
And draws velet lines to pawner
Gives strength to your covered lace
Truth the Knight who stands at sentry
And guards against shadowed course
Stays lies at secured heart's entry
With all tools of weapon's force
The strongest Knight is red passion
Who searches heart's lands desires
And unfurls your flag in fashion
To your heart's castle with fire
Three Knights for your heart that's guarded
As you travel castle walls
And lets your heart move brave hearted
To hear love's embracing call
For 10th Contest Castles
sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
To blind ones and those cursed with leprosy -
the outcast souls who knew not man's compassion -
he touched and healed, that they might feel and see
his power from above, in humble fashion.
Five thousand hungry souls on a hillside -
his followers produced some loaves and fishes.
Then, giving thanks, this meal he multiplied
and fully satisfied the people's wishes.
Unto the lonely one, demon-possessed,
who had been exiled to some nearby caves,
Jesus bestowed his healing, and so blessed
the man, to demonstrate his power that saves.
To those who'd lost a loved one, in their grief
he brought them comfort with his words, "Fear not!"
With mercy, and to strengthen their belief,
he gave new life, and joy to those distraught.
To me, he is the very definition
of kindness - our example of true giving.
May I, like him, make it my earthly mission
to live its arc; may kindness mark my living.
Unfinished here
Business draws near
Rely on fear
To fashion cheer
Damp is the air
With loads of care
Rain wets full flair
Of dreary wares
Dance if you feel
The urgent thrill
To sway odd chill
With a bold kill
So much to know
In simple flow
But nothing shows
Just what life grows
Sit still and see
What yet may be
Not certainty
But chemistry
Memory barks
Odd orders park
In fiery sparks
Of lost skylark
Beauty seeds well
An abrupt tell
As cast moves spell
In prison cell.
Soon space forgets
How time placed bets
In abstract fret
Such anxious threats
Gone with the pain
That lingers vain
Now all looks plain
Where loss cuts grain
Leon Enriquez
16 September 2018
Singapore