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CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SHIELD
Captain America's shield
to build
Strength.
And to yield
Justice and Joy at length
in every field
whether to battle
or to get settled!
Shield of America
seems a Replica:
A Symbol
Overall
for progress
to access
success.
And to set up a Guild
of American Citizens : Perfect
to get protected
by America’s Shield.
07/28/22
Captain America’s shield
Contest by Robert James Liguori
Death defying judgement.
Standing on a cliff in front of a sadistic sea,
A saddened soul turns his back on all humanity,
Seeking a sad Death instead of human company.
He sees his easy Death as an end to misery.
He need not be judged by God.
Sitting on the ground in a field of silent hay,
With a gun in her mouth at the end of a tough day,
A lonely girl doesn’t see bright colours only grey,
She faces Death as if revenge was the only way.
She need not be judged by God.
A dear old lady in pain asks to be put to sleep.
She begs her devout husband with a love so deep,
She cannot bare the constant pain and begins to weep,
She asks to be seen in the memories he will keep.
She need not be judged by God.
Others fear a wretched judgment by God after Death,
But a lifetime of fear and loathing and loss of breath,
The clear self judgement of a gentle soul is so tough,
The way you face your certain Death is judgement enough.
Sol slowly rises, as virgin flames paint
the horizon, a blaze of burnt orange.
And beams of sunlight pierce slumbering eyes;
inking a kaleidoscope of dust motes.
Magic exists between dream and awake:
manifesting as pulsating colors.
And reality seems intangible;
reduced to abstracts on a field of black.
Darkness retreats, at the approach of Dawn:
while Sol ascends, as master of the sky.
And yet we are forced to avert our eyes,
for the sun is too bright to gaze upon.
For a second, time is held motionless,
while dreamers linger in sleep’s fantasy.
And, as we awake to daylight's rebirth,
Sol’s golden beams gild the horizon's edge.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.
Are we caught wand'ring round while others focus in?
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.
Think you need a coat of mail on your mission field?
Do you require a gauntlet, helmet past your chin?
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.
Refuse the body armor, with sure fervor wield
the treasured sword of prayer and praise, its mighty twin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.
Though we pray constantly for sickness to be healed,
know there’s joy in suff’ring and find Christ’s pow’r therein.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.
When doubt comes upon your mind, do not stop or yield,
leave that villain in the dust, Christ forgave your sin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.
Do not thwart your Lord, by His Spirit you are sealed.
Give Him wreaths of glory, amid the thick and thin.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield;
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.
written January 20, 2014
Old ways have a way to replay
Scenes from forgotten melodies;
Those stray feelings that recall stay
Upon the whim of plain fancy.
See how my years have flown away,
Clinging to my journey story;
I barely recall yesterday,
How strange these fading memories?
Dangling strands of cacophony,
Old Mattar Road that paved my stay;
Stray echoes now pestering me,
Those faded faces gone away.
By that old path an empty plot,
Where once hovered our rented slabs;
A sudden melancholic thought,
Flashed fading moments in mind map.
That old neighbourhood now obscured,
I think upon old companions;
Missing moments that once postured,
Nothing remains of old fractions.
How distant is this odd feeling,
Coming back to nothing to add;
That draining, uneasy thinking,
A glimpsing of the past now sad.
So much has lapsed in the distance,
A fifty-year march from just where;
I jog my thoughts to that instance,
Rest in old pains that gather there.
My feeble knees tell on me here,
The familiar laughter still stays;
The fun and games and atmosphere,
Where frolic and cheer made our day.
There was a route and roundabout,
Where a big grass field hosted play;
The crafty seasons thrilled our shouts,
After school hours to arouse stray.
The vacant verge of grass now tells,
Of nothing more than greenery;
Nothing directs that old-time spell,
Nothing remains of our stories.
I write these lines of verse to fling,
Moments that inform memory;
That come to mind and simply bring
A brief rapture to my story.
Leon Enriquez
14 November 2014
Singapore
On the tips of our fingers
is playing, the spring
hide and seek
with colors !
But beneath our feet
no lush green grass,
only poisonous shrubs.
From the mouth of desires
uttered rain drops pattering
and, in our brains
bright red fire !
With wings widely spread
dancing, black owl the angel of death
the future though uncertain,
ignored mercilessly.
A She-swine ceaselessly, is beating
a human infant
with her sagged breast nipples.
Somebody has cruelly pinned
the fast moving time
to prehistoric wall, and
we see a surgical Knife sparkling
in time’s mighty hand.
Nights running away
on the strange streets,
an atlas of dread fear
in their flaccid eyes,
bloods trickling down the bandage
of their age old wounds.
The lives
who sleep on the foot paths
now immutable
on the canvas of the serene sky
and their eyes blank
no luster there !
On the other side of the road
tender grasses of new morn,
on the wide chest of green corn field
waves of golden paddy !
O’ the soul of this brutal time,
treacherously left your cage
the perishable body,
rampant of life;
why are you now tiptoeing
into the city of nerves
with alert steps !
We therefore pray thee,
One day,
red roses will bloom
with thousand colors of rich human spirit
on the sand beds of dried up river.
The report card sits flat upon the wood,
A neat row of letters where a battle once stood.
They see the top, but they missed the climb,
The midnight oil and the stolen time.
"It comes easy to you," the voices say,
Dismissing the hours that bled away,
Dismissing the choice to drop the shield,
To trade the study hall for the open field.
It is not easy. The burden is real.
The silent pressure of the iron wheel.
And when the perfect score is finally won,
The victory fades like a setting sun.
The praise feels hollow, the room feels cold,
For an old ambition already sold.
Because once you master the ground you tread,
The restless mind looks further ahead.
Blue uniforms call from a distant sky,
Where the scales of justice learn to fly.
The title of JAG feels worlds away,
A mountain too high to climb today.
But stars aren’t reached in a single stride;
They are claimed by the stubborn spark inside.
By the one who refuses the easy lane,
And finds a purpose inside the strain.
So let them think it is simple grace.
They only see the finish, not the race.
Every heavy hour, every lonely test,
Is forging the steel inside your chest.
You will clear this peak, you will touch the blue,
And find a new horizon waiting for you.
For the reach never ends, the dream doesn't stop,
The sky is a floor, and not the top.
A photo of the near past
The year is 19O1, a market on a muddy field
selling, God knows what, I see cattle, and children playing around
the muddy ground, it had been raining in the morning
but this does not dampen the excitement of the day; the people
back then did not bother with posh umbrellas.
The men wear suits that look like hand-me-downs from the rich
people on the hill, the women too, try to look elegant
wear hats, the children run around in long dirty frocks
they look happy living an alternative life among the adults;
not to forget the ever-present dogs.
At a farm workers' market, everyone has a half day off
before returning to work to feed and milk the cows.
On the scene rests peace of an unchanging world that will
Soon be shattered by wars, hunger and economic forces.
Nothing will be the same again as the 19th-century approaches.
I look at the photo and think, every living thing at the market
on that day is long since dead a few of them are remembered
perhaps a faded photo of great grandparents as young is found
in a cottage for workers, due to be demolished for a new road.
Forgotten is the life lived by farm workers of 1901
I saw her sitting placidly on a wide stone
Sucking sweet strawberries.
She picked a fruit
Pinching the leaves and sucked on the fruit.
She was completely oblivious of me
Despite that I was one of her regular buyers.
A slight warm breeze flowed from a near by field.
Rows and rows of plants with pods of broad beans
Hanging from the stems,
Young tender beans so sweet in flavour.
I love the taste of unleavened bread,
Saturated with strong olive oil, tomato paste,
Capers and sliced olives and beans.
A glass of beer would compliment all.
The young woman now looked at me.
I asked to buy some beans.
We did not haggle.
But I had to pick the pods myself!
On my return I saw she still sucked strawberries.
She stood up to receive the money.
I stood still watching the red wet mouth.
Impulsively I kissed her.
She did not resist.
She smiled and handed me a small container
Full of lovely red strawberries.
She smiled and sweetly said:
Compliments of a kiss.
Semantics
The Game Changer- continued
Coming with the new days rays glow
Here is how these words did flow
There be this red fire ant see
During the battle of these clones
Sam Anti-x Jones
And how she/he came to be
Small drop of dew on blade of grass
Smell of burning smoke in the field
Insects and all alike break right
Fires dew light Sam’s middle eye
Dew says, take me to mountain rose
Sam Antix did hesitate
Though grabs the grass with blade of dew
Due too, drink me know says the dew
And trust no harm will come to you
So, Sam Antix swallows the drop dew
Transformation takes place too
Same the fire ant grew
Heart, Head, Harmonizing
Offering, Optimistic, Opportunity
Self, Shinning, Star
Creator, Creating, Cause
Made, Me, Match
Engulfing, Embodying, Evolving
Deciding, Destiny’s, Dream
From hell to heaven
Dark fires aide Sam Antix
Climb to mountain top
Form: