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Here I stand-
in front of a forsaken farmhouse;
Reminiscing how it used to be
a once warm abode
Goats and chickens cheered in unison
When grandmom yelled for munchies
While lost at play grandchildren-
filled the now deserted haven;
Memories echo- like a long lost melody
in the silent sanctuary;
Now, as I gaze upon the relics
of this forgotten farmland
I feel the warmth once again
Remembering my grandfather
how he labored...
To raise us~
what we are today.
Honouring my grandfather who raised me since I was 20 days old on this
(Happy) Fathers' Day - June 2020. I am grateful.
End Of All
The days are ending
Sky is bleeding
And I'm kneeling
At your feet
You stand there
A beautiful Goddess
Gazing down at me
Your faithful pet
Tormented by lies
Twisting agony
Forsaken by light
Bred in your eyes
Burning yellow eyes
Burn holes on my skin
Making me remember
I'm less than human
The crows feast
My corpse is a meal
Free for the taking
The bitter remains
Cut the discord
From your thoughts
A black hole of hate
Sucking me in
Shaking and shivering
My battered spirit
Is bathed in misery
Sealed for eternity
The days have ended
The sky has bled
My blood drenches
Your face
As I stand mindfully, facing mirror of my life,
Juxtaposition of yesteryears’ reflections revive
Mountains of grief and valleys of despairs,
Heartwarming wins and heartbreaking losses,
Echoes strumming joy and shouts in the void;
Thinking of plans shelved, dreams deferred,
Tears of rejoice and bawl of lonesome cries,
Past of dawns darkening on nebulous skies,
Cheerful episodes evoking days of sunshine
Ambivalent in discourse of seasons gone by;
Distraught in endeavors strived, but failed,
Overjoyed in laudable, worthy achievements,
Saddened by the hollering of indelible regrets
Callously crowding the path of my ambitions
On avenues not taken, of choices forsaken,
Competing for space in the mirror of my life;
As memories euphoric verbalize photographs,
And stories euphonic stoke cherished laughs,
And celebrations clap the sound of applause,
Endearingly revered and treasured lifelong,
Where, as I cogitate, recalling a life sublime,
Man in the mirror smiles, content with his life.
May 7, 2022
Placed 3rd: In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
As my lovers screams my heart always shatter.
Eye's turned red holding back crystal's of a spatter.
As she is willing to never listen to reason.
Always defensive thinking of a treason.
As the full moon rise then the gravity pulls.
Crashing waves of high tide the hatefulness unfolds.
The Illumination of the moonlight sparks do shine.
As lovers greed we eventually start grinding.
Like the magic cougar when I stalk my pray.
Soon there will be nothing for me to love away.
Confusion in my head always needing to be free.
The only way out is my personal poetry.
Sex and fantasy has always been overrated.
When fantasy comes it is always has been forsaken.
Oh! How it must have looked back then
How you looked oh so small
As you gazed into your future
In that mirror on the wall
Family is as family does
And God knows that we need 'em
But that image in the glass ahead
Is the doorway to your freedom
Like old worn boots, you walked that path
With a voice like liquid gravel
The easy way, was not your way
You chose the road less travelled
It's hard at times to stare into
A face that's done you wrong
But that Silver Tongued Devil, sometimes
Sold your Soul out, for a song
The image misted over
'Til there was no you, no more
The dust, it lay down heavy
On that Mirror, on the wall
Though at times you felt forsaken
In your vision of tomorrow
Your faith remained, unbroken
You proved stronger than your sorrow
The Shadows, in the darkness
Lead you closer to the fall
Your distance from the Mirror
made your Heroes, seem so tall
We watched you from a distance
As you seen your image clear
And small we stood, yet plentiful
We held your vision dear
At last we see your happiness
A Soul without a blemish
No more a time of emptiness
Content, in your own image
Your life, a Golden Spiral
Equal in its distortion
An Infinite Holy Wonder
In its own Divine Proportion
It's a pain that is oh so familiar to
me now. The emptiness, it's no
surprise. It comes on so suddenly.
So high then low in a simple
glimpse. There is no warning. It
catches me when I'm weak. Rapes
my mind, and leaves me oblivious to
my well being. There is no cure. I
have grown to believe it. My heart, it
hurts and my eyes are burning. I
blink and they all fall. My tears
staining. I've hit an all time low, and
I don't know how to reverse it. My
brain is aching. Too much at once.
My body can take so much. I'm at
an overload. I don't know my own
thoughts. There are too many. My
feelings are unknown. God please
reveal them to me, and relieve me
before I break down. Bring the war
in my heart at peace. I pray to you
but it is like i am unheard. Where is
my strength. I am overwhelmed with
sorrow. I just want to be happy.
Who is going to tell my little girl
If or when I close my eyes
Stay guarded with faith
And don't fall for those forsaken non existent
White lies
If or when I say goodbye
Will my life be fulfilled
Will I sit down with the angels
Reminding myself of quiet tears
Will I fall asleep tonight with God
Calming all my fears
As I hold my child up in prayer
I share knowledge in layers
Hoping that she can keep up the dreams
One girl
One world conquer with no defeat
No losses
Some wins
New york best seller list
My work on the shelf
Decades to come
All starting from a little girl who travailed through life's storms
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
The dark shadows flicker, hapless waves crash —
against the abyss a lover’s hopes dash.
Latter years, melancholic, dressed in black,
arrival of the vampire’s curse - I’m back.
A Victorian castle with misdeeds.
I sweep the grounds. Small feet kick away weeds.
An imposing door knocker — my heart beats
stealing my breath...I faint as the door cheats,
opening by itself — wispy fingers,
like frost outside the house, the chill lingers.
Awaking to old decrepit beauty —
timbre of a music box on duty.
I pry at doors, webbed windows — none will jar.
I’m locked in with whispers and dust...no stars.
A heavy painting with traversing eyes
further freezes my blood — he resents goodbyes.
I know this, but why? Why?! Wind from the cliff —
I’m screaming...falling. Those ghostly fangs stiff.
Reminded, I trek up the long staircase.
It’s intrical railing like woven lace.
Hypnotic melody — the lover’s bait.
Face of gloom — at the precipice, he waits.
He sinks his lusty teeth into my neck,
throws me down frightful stairs. I’m at his beck
and call — his revenge for forsaken love.
Each night we kiss at the cliff and he shoves.
This castle of curses and vengeful ghosts.
Ever dusk to dawn, it’s nightmare I host.
8/15/2018
2nd place/multiple placements
Sponsor - Dear Heart
Contest - The Haunted House
Tribute to t.v. show Dark Shadows
One do not seek what brightness cannot reach
And one do not speak what words cannot preach
And not a class of his own has rights of one's speech
So shall rightness be gain to each of his own beseech.
To be of innocent reasoning, a soulful cannot deny
What words of heart and deeds of rights can comply
And so to one's joy of cry, to another a tearful decry
And to what it may seem, many have tried but gone awry.
So to say forth, a character shall never do
To seek of matters where it shan't be accrue
A forsaken wisdom we livings threw
And what to not hold is a challenge to not redo.