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"If we allow a deranged mind to control the course of human destiny,
then we become executioners in the annihilation of human dignity"
-by author-
Dejection
Collective yearning inconsolably questing tranquility
races toward stratosphere
Blinding flashes sculpted shadows of lifeless entities
on melted walls everywhere
Mind focused on the obscure contours of ominous rain clouds
solemnly disengages
Upon nameless faces dire consequences unexpectedly surface
on the distinct edges
Eyes gazing overhead apprehensively acceding to portended
unendurable emotions
Fears and the tears of dejection watched the sun dissolve
beyond darkened horizons
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***The unfathomable depth of despair after a nuclear war nightmare***
-by author-
Penned: 09/10/2014
Cabin 1939
Aboard Cruise Liner:
"Splendour of the Seas"
Mykonos, Greece
"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy leafless boughs; "
- Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As we walk amid our jagged shadows
through the seldom treaded,
treacherous footpath of life; and our shadows
walk ahead. What if they make the road
to our destination obscure?
How far can we see down the pathway?
We're often too busy looking straight ahead
trying to get to where we're going.
Our eyes too laser-focused ahead that we never
bother to look down and check for bumps...
that we could stub our feet on, or worse, trip us.
And there's no escaping life's accidents.
Our shadows are our loyal companions, our guide...
but they could betray, you know? They could
rub us of the light needed to see a bump
on the pathway, and we stub our feet on it!
We could trip but break our fall
Or we could trip, tumble over and crash...
in the dirt with a thud; bruised and bleeding
writhing in pain, but whatever happens....
we must rise up and soldier on!
Submitted for...
Strand Select C,Any Form ,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/04/2020
Writing Challenge 3 - November - Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart - Wiishkobe Ode (Winner: 3rd Place)
Date written and submitted: 11/25/2019
Wild hearts, dancing in color
Focused only on the music, the hues
Vibrant and without purpose, brilliant
As the whimsical dreams, laughter
Flooding the darkness of a night
Amused by the madness, like mania
Furious and fanciful, erasing
Gentle hopes, dreams who embrace
The silence, the stirring of joy
Complete truth anchored in the wonder
Fleeting tears, sliding slowly
Over a soft cheek, reminding the
Spirit to imagine, to believe
To fall deeper into the love that
Abides inside the soul who knows
Barrenness will fade away
Leaving purity that embraces
In breathless promises, passionate
Adoration, praising the moments when
There was a reason to remember
Fitting her – this wild, willful spirit –
into the even, steady – consistent
would be like fitting a round ball
into a square cut too small, too perfectly
too flawless, indeed, for the time
when she could reach beyond her hunger
and discover the meaning of calm,
the sense of relaxed, still, quiet…
like the silence that embraces spirits
who don’t feel the desire for this thrill,
this wildness that lingers in hearts
who know only the storm who hides
behind soft, gentle clouds –
Like a angel, she smiles.. remembering
Only the appetite she has for strong,
Enthusiastic – fervent feelings…
Who remember her as the wind
That tore away the night
Rousing the kindness of the sunlight
Of what use are gloves to fingers that only understand mittens Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
December 15, 2022
A broken heart sinking beneath the surface.
It is rotten luck to have known of love;
Where once we were eternally happy, sad but a second in youth.
This love thing they speak of takes a hold of us
And we are forever at its beck and call;
The sorrow of learning the truth.
Once we ran all day and played in the sun;
Swam in seas alongside beaches, smiling and getting a tan.
Where once we ran after a ball, when we were still young;
Our childhood dissolved
And we were forced to become a woman or a man.
Before our hearts were captured and sure enough, broken;
We were free of lust and love and worries about a rapport.
We were solely focused on our own amusement; such joy! Since stolen,
By love and its minions, its poetic verses and it lack of forborne.
Through shallow waters we search, forever lost in the mud;
Our hands dart beneath the surface, blinded by beauty.
We grope at a lover we should never aspire to love;
We only find through trial and error, our true equality.
And even when we have found love, truly, madly, deeply;
We are forever doubtful, not intentionally forgetful;
Love becomes our ruination.
We are crazy in love; we seep into each other’s lives so skillfully,
That we are unaware that this disease we drink is called a love potion.
Lover’s morph into something else,
If there is falsehood beneath the waves.
They are eaten from inside and become bitter and twisted.
Such joy in the beginning;
Our fondness soon becomes our grave.
This love thing, disguised as beauty;
Just leaves us,
To become listless.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Edge Of Nature
In beautiful thick, somewhat visible fields, sun burst through
Reveals bright orange and yellow flowers in a sway
Brushed, aided by a somber breeze in sleepy peace
Black horrific elements terrorize with hurricane like forces at that moment
Raging with rain, tearing through the nearby forest, destroying the scene
Shadows in the ominous clouds scream and curse the calm
Sweet tiny birds sporting red and green, dart through light and dark, come to
rest
Finding clear stream water to refresh and enjoy the day
Observe remnants left over by the storm, then fly off, focused on the cool blue
Night is the enemy, ready to kill at will, mercy sleeps oblivious
To the fierce hunger, natures passion fulfilled, predators pace, wait their turn
Death grips small animals as they slip from being into nothingness
Bunnies leap for joy in the morning dazzling day as it cracks open
Dancing on cleared carpets, stumbling past debris, rolling towards merriment
Play like children in the golden fields, charmed by chance, just at the edge of
nature
Change races on with the calamitous rain downward
To rocks that know how to hold their own in the deluge
All seems right with the world in this orchestrated paradise
Isolated and surrounded by her worst enemies
The lioness fought hard, but her fate was sealed
"You're gonna die tonight kitty kat" one hyena said
Then he bit her viciously
The others joined the attack....
When the dust had settled The lioness lay lifeless.....
"Hey did you hear the commotion last night"
one lion asked to the other
"It was the hyenas and lionesses fighting"
replied another
"Were there any casualties"
asked the lion with the black mane
" Yes, they killed a lioness last night"
answered another."But tonight they'll feel the pain" he added
Later that night they heard the hyenas laughing
A laughter that curdled their blood
The lions began walking towards the hyenas
The smell of blood was everywhere
The lions were focused on the battle ahead
"There'll be some dead hyenas tonight"
The golden maned lion said
They increased their pace as the stench of hyena intensified
The hyenas stopped laughing
When the lions came into view
The lions attacked immediately, the payback was swift and deadly
And many of the hyenas fled
When it was over 3 hyenas lay dead
And the faces of the big cats were stained in blood
Roars of victory echoed through the night
They accuse me of cutting of my cock
Just to wear a frock
And hang about in bogs
When all I want
Is the peace to piss
Or to piss in peace
Just another of their
Disgusting spiels
Designed to turn me extreme
But hate is there language
Not mine I just rhyme
Im happy it’s gone
My meaty schlong
It just hung there all flaccid
It was always so wrong
But it never once said
Get this straight in your head
That off I should go
On the chance
A women to catch
In the stench of the lavs
I mean
Who’s idea was that
What warped mind
Full of hate could create
Such absurdist disgrace
Or maybe they reveal
A piece of them selves
All twisted and dark
So self loathing and reviled
Then push it out on the world
Rather than live with their shame
So as billionaires burn the world to the ground
And presidents and princes
Abuse kids with no charges
Of course they want you focused on me
Cos I’m the real threat
Cos I cut of my cock
I am a Lion, like my savior before me,
And I fight for the ways of love,
With power from above,
I rage for light,
I fight, one man against an army of darkness,
I feel alone so often,
But then my savior reminds me that I am never alone,
For every prayer I pray, I pray in unison with warriors around the world,
I am a Lion, like my Savior before me,
And I fight for the ways of love,
With men, and women, and children with hearts focused above,
And sometimes it seems like all is lost,
And the price that we pay isn’t worth the cost,
And then the Lion of Judah says with a shout,
“I died so that all would know love,
And I never lose,
Keep fighting, for your victory is inevitable,
I secured it long ago,
That love shall reign and mercy shall know every soul of man,
Keep fighting, I shall heal your land.”
And then I cry tears of sorrow, and then I cry tears of pain,
But then Joy comes upon me like a torrent of rain,
I am a Lion, like my savior before me,
And he assures me that the future is bright,
So I say to all warriors, don’t give up the fight,
For the price that you pay,
It is worth it!!!
Corsica born, and an emperor mighty indeed.
Who from obscurity came up to prominence,
who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled,
who had at his disposal, Europe's resources,
who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled.
Of old Italian nobility he was seed.
Shortish in height, yet towering in ambition.
Military genius of the highest distinction
whose military strategy is second to none save
Alexander. Whose courage is held in reverence,
whose cradle at infancy was kept in a cave
from strong invading imperialist French forces.
He gave up an empire so vast at Waterloo;
A threat to the memories of his victories past.
Mighty Napoleon, who at Austerlitz excelled,
you did on the beautiful older Josephine cast
your loving eyes, which were hypnotized with passion,
yet focused still on so lofty an ambition.
Not even your love for her would rival your love
for world conquest, for which you assiduously strove.
Form:
I’m back once more.
I spent a long night contemplating which people to remove from my life, the ones who drag me down.
It’s time for a transformation in 2026, a chance to relieve the pressure in my chest.
Like a Maidenform bra that left an imprint,
What a relief it is to let them go.
My poem captures both my spoken and silent reflections.
You may hear my island accent as you go through it.
This past year has been good for me, despite the COVID-19 pandemic that struck in 2020.
I had a breakdown yesterday, but today I feel somewhat clear-headed. I can truly recognize certain people for who they are: bullies.
I’m refreshing my social circle for my new friends. I haven't shed many tears this year, as I’ve cut back on gambling and focused more on saving, which is positive. Unfortunately, my sex life has plummeted like the temperature in New York to freezing.
My poetry stays authentic and unrefined, yet my smile has grown friendlier towards strangers. I believe I’m starting to appreciate humanity again.
I still have a long journey ahead to rebuild something called trust. I spent another long night reflecting on my strengths and weaknesses.
Growing up, I cherished the biblical tales that resonated with me.
In many instances, the weaker characters are often taken advantage of by the stronger ones; being vulnerable can lead to exploitation, diminishing our self-worth and power. For what? A fleeting moment of intimacy?
Did you notice my tears in my writing? No?
It's not about what you glance at, but rather what you perceive—Thoreau.(quote)
While you gaze up at the ceiling, mulling over your thoughts, the three parts of your brain are functioning together.
Nevertheless, weaknesses can cause them to drift apart, making me feel as if I have lost touch with myself.
Today is for me to hear my voice. Farewell, my lover; greetings, new friends. Hello, new friends.