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Life Tangle:
Crimson births a isometric mind,
Crystal vases made of wood and pine.
Onyx stones of foulest find,
Like wallowing trees of you and I
There lies rubies of a nature so far,
There lies diamonds made of blood and coal,
The whole purpose of creativity
Is divinity in twinned
Forget I and remember He,
The Holy image of life
That was always suppose to be.
If your heart is broken and your love denied
and your eyes are swollen with all the tears you cried.
when your mind is restless and you cannot go to sleep
with your emotions in a tangle running very deep.
Give your self some time this will make it heal
And change the way you think and the way you feel.
Start again once more open up your heart and pray more deep to God,
Begin your life a new and make a brand new start.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Borrowed Words: Delay Tactics
Today was not a great day
It started with ominous thought
The task that I've been dreading
I'm heading to face it today
Yesterday, I kept busy
Distraction the name of my game
I didn't have time to reflect
Deflecting the fact yesterday
Today I'm snappy and harsh
My moods are descending like rain
They whisper blimey, he's festering
He's wrestling demons today
Yesterday I acted in haste
If I'd acted with thought instead
I'd have done with it, felt relief
The thief of my peace yesterday
Today in the foulest of fury
I forced myself into the open
I cut the cord, did the deed
I succeeded, relax, today
Yet despite all of my regret
‘Isn’t it nice to think,
that tomorrow is a new day
with no mistakes in it yet’
The forces of self destruction wax in their strength.
Virus of creation that goes to every length
to snuff out the dancing lights coloring our soul,
making soft oblivion preferred to control.
From what wellspring comes this sour, blackened madness?
Foulest demon shrouded - sowing seeds of sadness?
Perhaps it is intrinsic to created things;
the sight of our limits may falter one who sings.
But behold the wonders within your pulsing hearts!
Dreams, love, curiosity, and other upstarts
who see the race of time and somehow still rejoice,
knowing that to be has e'er been the noble choice.
So cling to art, romance, and all may still be well -
Withstanding death's sneer in your neon citadel.
Written 24 April 2022
Born to the sea
Mind of water, flowing thoughts;
The currents beneath your words could change us all.
River heart, born to the sea;
The solace we seek waves to you and to me.
Join me on this voyage, over water, to a new land.
All hands on deck chairs are temporarily in the sand.
Cast ashore to repair our vessel,
But soon we shall cruise again, so hoist that sail.
Raise it so high, that the crow's nest will not be our peak
And the land dwellers will be the last people that we would wish to meet.
My crew and I are setting off on an adventure;
A journey across the deep blue, to a land of mischief and wonder.
The undiscovered land, on the other side of a new life.
We be pirates, so we be; so raise that Jolly Roger flag upon high.
Let all who see our symbol know the story of our ship.
The unsinkable voyager;
A blast from the past, blowing through the wind.
Raise the sails and let the wind take us in and move us on
And throughout the jagged edged cliffs and beyond!
And on past the mermaids that sit upon the rocks,
Singing such enchanting songs
And on past the things that they call ‘The Leviathan’.
Release the Kraken! The foulest beast from the Gods up above
And we shall continue this trek into the darkest of the rum.
To the bottom of the barrel, right down to the Admirals eye.
Let the birds be our guide to our next paradise.
Land ahoy! There be treasure there for sure;
So onward ya scurvy rats and be prepared to fight once more!
We are damned to forever sail,
Since the life at sea swallowed our cursed souls;
Now we travel these high seas in search of more silver and gold.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Detective Laura Norder wouldn’t recognise a border
Her jurisdiction knew no bounds when there had been disorder
As the toughest girl in town she always won the day
The cells were crammed with criminals that she had put away
Laura Norder stood her ground if she should be confronted
By vicious thugs who’s I.Q. seemed to be a little stunted
She never failed to face them down and see it all as fun
But then she never failed to tote a fully loaded gun
Laura Norder went downtown, her senses they were tingling
There were people all around with whom she could be mingling
But all those people scattered when a knife man blocked her path
She grinned and left him battered in her bloody aftermath
Laura Norder had no way of knowing his connections
And later she would still indulge in zero introspections
A mobster aimed his gun and said, “You gonna soon be dead.”
A blur of motion left a bullet lodged inside his head
For Laura Norder, highly skilled with weapons or unarmed
Left the foulest gangster prone and she herself unharmed
She always had the upper hand; she’d see minute inflections
And spot the tiny details that belied their next intentions
Laura Norder wasn’t someone anyone crossed twice
Treat her decent and I guarantee she’d treat you nice
But leave a greasy fingerprint or shoe print in the mud
And you’ll be lucky if you’re breathing… in a pool of blood
For Laura Norder walks a line that’s almost tightrope thin
She’ll skirt the very edge of law to bring the felons in
So, run a mile or run a thousand, she will hunt you down
And you had best be ready… she’s the toughest girl in town
Laura Norder isn’t butch, she’s pretty as can be
But that and what I tell you must remain with you and me
I found her sobbing in her car beside a busy road
And when I asked, “What’s wrong,” she said…
“I think I squashed a toad.”
A pair of slave girls waved chamar to thee,
As diamonds flashed with light of lamps well lit,
A king of kings must have fallen to knee,
To strip out bejewelled shoes from thy fair feet,
While Abyssinian eunuch of foulest breath
And looking like a harbinger of death,
Though clad like a gay angel somewhat odd,
And standing guard O with a naked sword,
Perhaps, might have secured thy stately room,
Then wonder I, what should have caused the doom
Of thy death, O thou flower of desert,
What swept away glory of thy grandeur?
What kind of jealousy O could have hurt
Thee? And what kind of intrigue oh ever?
To what shore of cruel death wert thou cast?
At what damndest of land? I feel aghast.
A query riddled in my memory
For long as was writhing through reverie,
I heard a scream when of Maher Ali,
‘Stand back, stand back, all this is fairy tale',
And my servant handed letters to me,
While salaam from the cook looked all too stale.
‘No more can I stay in this eerie place',
And packed off to move to my work amidst
Souls in solid flesh, life alive in grace,
My servant smiled, whilst hopeful of the least.
Yet, by the eve giddy minded I grew,
And felt as if I had a tryst to keep,
Office work seemed an act of bread from blue,
A better harvest was when there to reap,
And I threw all aside to drive away,
Not stopping till the palace was in sight,
The day as wished sun well, it was twilight,
With hurried steps I took stairs to my way.
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Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIII parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
I, (though ye feel averse associating
with birth father) attest,
perhaps undeserving your vicariously quest
regaling, surmounting, and triumphing
storied Penn ultimate academic conquest
affirms his pride and joy at
stellar success no credit to this beastliest
inept papa, who winces with tragicomic,
woe how animosity toward me increased
smoldering rage at actual/
perceived paternal transgressions,
and do not expect to receive forgiveness
within your wounded breast,
but please allow this opportunity
to suspend any smarting rancorous
loathing, and bitterest
emotions that still sting from deep
seated psychological wounds
indelibly piercing chest
within eldest daughter,
whose unconditional boundless love
spurs whim to express
optimism at Edenic future blest
with praiseworthy largesse of commendable
laudatory, and noteworthy brainiest
accomplishments driven by ambition,
doggedness, perseverance, cleverest
ploy, plus revulsion emotionally costliest
psyche rent asunder courtesy yours truly,
he will not challenge, nor counterprotest
thee, asper his (i.e. mine) crassest
peccadillos, and significant damnedest
accursed personal weaknesses thee detest,
and unintentionally unpleasantly
impacted impressionable offspring, I dust
regret, and thus
figurative figleaf extended
without any expectations, though earnest
sincerity to accept culpability, asper
your anger, animosity, antipathy
maybe ranked as evilest
person on Earth, nonetheless,
and perhaps futile attempt feeblest
against affecting, sans fondest
best wishes despite scathing foulest
faux pas, I abhor lament ghastliest
inflicted upon an innocent progeny,
whose truevalue impossible grandest
to assess preciousness bestowed,
and wisdom proffered as biological guest,
now on her way to glory with handsomest
eminent beau linkedin heading toward happiest
days awaiting as ye embark
on destination unknown - honest!
The court Judge is at my house
I cannot tell anyone, not even my spouse
He's come to inspect my claim
And I've only myself to blame
It never occurred to me when I sued
When I was in the foulest mood
I saw the damage in my new property on the wall
To my lawyer, I made a long call
I would easily win this case
And I realized my mistake when the Judge and I came face to face
In my home
The judge wanted to see what I was making a big fuss about
Me and my big mouth!
I had the ruined wall rebuilt
Should I wither or should I wilt?
Without a receipt I'm screwed
Now I'm in a real bad mood!
Copyright@BrigittePace2019
stop looking at Me!
how could you look at Me?
you are the purest form of evil.
standing not even ten feet away
you spout flames from your razor-filled jaw
burning My freedom, My happiness
your reptilian eyes coward Me
cause Me to cringe
pleasuring from every sign of My infirmity
your melodic words strangle Me.
chain Me down.
infuriate Me.
and then He comes.
Someone I don’t know
Someone I fear
Someone I have seen thousand times
I’m paralyzed by horror
as I watch this Stranger
protect Me in the most foulest way
it is as if I am in the cinema
having no control
as to what may appear on the screen.
He attacks you
blowing smoldering kisses
that causes you to metamorphose
you are no longer that nefarious scoundrel
but a quiet, scared girl.
choking on the poison filling your ears.
I look at the Stranger once more.
and this monstrous Stranger is..
no Stranger at all.
It is Me.