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With a canvas this large, I chose black paper
And fruitlessly wrote with the same ink I did before
A silent voice calling out to the deaf
Smoke-strained and hoarse
Remaining static at 25
The smallest of steps pushed back by quarantine
Losing myself in stories of what once was
Or what could be were I a different person
Three and a half years static
Having climbed dazzling heights
Sweated in the loathsome summer sun
And lived a taste of promised dreams
Have I burnt through a lifetime supply of adrenaline?
Or am I still shell-shocked from years of bombings?
How long do I get to fear her name?
Do exit wounds that bloody ever close?
The credits rolled a long time ago
And sequels were written, canned and derided
What does it take to free yourself from a page
You so gleefully shredded in the first place?
And three years deep, I fell in love with my lover
Only to find the depths of incompatibility
Or merely two viewpoints that reached the same conclusion
With two different formulas
Having returned to zero, such pain is divine
To weep so freely, to feel so sad
The warmest, most comforting pool spills from my eyes
As emotion returns to crack its dam
Will I wake up tomorrow as empty as the years before?
Most likely so, but with salt streaks as evidence
Joy, sorrow, it's all higher than zero
I call your name as proof I can still write
On this space-dyed canvas
My perspective wrote with jet-black ink
But with this single crack
A dam can jot down once with white.
Why look for me at the foot of Devils Peak
I hear you visit there every other week
It was the choice that you made so long ago
Hate saying it but you recall I told you so
I too have memories of our rendezvous
So smitten so very much in love with you
I know your feelings for me was sincere
Even agreed we’d get married next year
I remember waiting till dusk that fateful day
Watched a blue sky turn to a morbid grey
You never came just a callous phone call
Fruitlessly trying in monotones to explain it all
I could never visit or go near that place again
A fragmented heart could not bear more pain
Alone like a boat tossed about in a boisterous sea
Rudderless lost thinking who could ever save me
Someone succinctly said I will find love someday
A truer love would most certainly come my way
But I knew loving someone else would be unfair
On the mountain a piece of my heart I left it there
Isn’t it strange how time unobtrusively passes us by
So many years have gone what still remains is why
I expressed my feelings but I bear you no malice
Hope you never have to drink of this bitter chalice
Behold the bird with the olive branch in its beak
Suggesting that maybe now there’s peace on Devils Peak
Lonely I reside inside a metropolis of tents,
not too far from an anthill of insignificance,
It’s little occupants take no notice of me
and why should they, for I’m insipid waste,
Growing weary and paranoid I prod the
anthill with a stick, seeking some attention,
A few ants come out to check, turn around and go back in,
it’s just that scruffy dumb kid again, ignore him
I walk away deflated and depressed at
my inability to interact, and rouse them into action,
Fruitlessly probing at inanimate outcrops,
just fills me with more inadequacy,
Killing time killing the day
nowhere to go nowhere to play,
But wait hold on! things are looking up, I’ve been
given a mask, now the ants won’t recognize me,
I can’t wait to play with them tomorrow
A child in UNHCR camp, somewhere in the
middle of anywhere, that’ll take him
Human Rights Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
01/12/21
From hunting comes
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting
And keep counting
And measuring sometimes too
In the treasury
Keep your eyes open
The lids may shut up
Keep the cup wide
You will see everywhere
Ensnaring unaware
The tiger killing the helpless deer
Deer who love destiny
Who worship deities
Members of the laity
Dependent on goddesses and gods
In their odds
Fall very easy prey
To the hunters obsessional play
Their God has no say
In the decay
By hunters in dust they lay
Shrunk tottering mewing aching
Finally breaking down
Into the absolute immobility
Thanks to the myriad kinds
Of the guns of the hunters behind
I perk up my ear
In the civilized forest
And hear the guns
Nuns and monks are in readiness for nursing
Churches mosques temples towering for services
What a grace
My every molecule encapsulated in attention
Hears the sound of the gun
And feels the consequent death
The blue sky we love so much laughs nonetheless
The ground underneath
Is moistened in crimson red
Black velvet
First hunt the doe, a decoy
Leopards and tigers follow in joy
We are all pretty toy
In the hands of the hunters
We look on in wonder
Of grandeur of the capital
Take or surrender
You may grunt
Fruitlessly
Willy Nilly
You have to join the hunt
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30/10/2016
Not for contest since the lines have exceeded the stipulated limit which I failed to notice when I first read the contest details.
June 11 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 104-106
Key Verse – Psalm 104:1 Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GREAT HONOUR
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who grants me Your lovingkindness
Thank You for strengthening me with Your imputed righteousness
As You set a bound against my sinfulness
While leading my heart to Your perfect will of gladness.
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who enriches me with Your works so manifold
Thank You for restoring me with Your grace and mercy-power’s two-fold
As You open to me servanthood pursuits ready to unfold
While correcting my pride and hypocrisy’s blindfold.
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who keeps me in Your covenant
Thank You for reproving me for staying fruitlessly stagnant
As You give me Your inheritance of divine grant
While binding my mind with Your wisdom that’s truthfully constant.
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who shows me Your wonders
Thank You for smiting me of iniquity that hinders
As You bring me to follow Your orders
While turning my perspective to Your victory of labouring life-builders.
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who visits me with joy of Your salvation
Thank You for counselling me through Your instruction
As You lead me with against affliction
While kindling my devotion with Your revival’s jubilation.
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who transforms me for eternal glory
Thank You for redeeming me with Your sacrifices’ victory
As You lift me up from misery of frustration-caused fury
While commanding my soul to overcome defilements that make me sorry.
Lord God, You are my great Honour
Who rescues me from hell’s wrath-enslavement
Thank You for satisfying me with holiness’ contentment
As You free me from carnal bondage of fleshly and worldly involvement
While upholding my faith to engage in Your mission-fulfillment.
June 11, 2023
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
Whoever said it’s better to have loved and lost
Than to never have loved at all
Must have confused what they were feeling with infatuation
And never had fallen under true loves enthrall
If you have never known such a love
Then you don’t know what it is to lack
An emotion that in the end can destroy you
If it is ever suddenly taken back
You may search for love not knowing
It is the one thing your soul does crave
The luckiest ones in my opinion
Will keep fruitlessly searching till the grave
The damned ones are those who find their soul mates
And are finally made complete
Only to be ripped apart with loves desertion
Whats left of your soul slowly dying with every heartbeat
Because the person that rejects your love
and leaves your heart broken and shattered on the floor
They forever take from you that which their soul was lacking
Fundamental pieces of your being that made you who you were before
I have personally felt the rapture of two souls united
And the unbearable agony when that love was lost
So I say to all who are still trying to find true love be wary
Because in the end that which you seek may come at too high a cost
Did I mislay my bell ringing skull?
Thoughts are out of school
they run into fields of white mice
they multiply - fruitlessly.
Many mock me in front of my other
more head-ridden selves.
Got out of my sleep
with a crowbar and shovel,
mislaid the brain I had yesterday
or was it the day before?
Distant chomping sounds in a rabbit hole.
You can think too much, you can spread yourself
like marmalade over a hundred sticky memories.
Problems appear but only to be unsolved, just
mummified in a facsimile of an afterlife.
I once had a screw-top,
it kept the thinking down to a few finger bones.
Rampant are the curly-tailed nibblers.
All is well, for I dream in the emptiness
of a bell ringing skull,
one placed somewhere else
and far out of sight.
Among its existing old leaves of the mango tree
Arrived fresh flowers in early February
At dawn everyday
Bare gay soles at walk felt tiny granules
A pleasurable scent greeted them on their way
Soon little mangoes came out
Tiny green shapes stout
Adorning the same old and pale green leaves
Dust laden shabby grief
Nature doesn’t like the mismatch
Even the hatching birds hated
The striking disparity and protested
In their confused call
The ball moved on to rise and fall
One fine morning comes out
Sprouting in a soft green rhythm
In the spirit of communism
A small bouquet of velvet like leaves
Then another bunch and then another
Slow but steady goes on the development
Beautiful symmetry in the canopy
The mangoes are now
In their way from green to greenish yellow
From hard toward mellow
As we all yellow
The leaves are now combination of old and new
Nature dislikes the imbalance and disproportion
Brings up green leaves very fast
Worthy of gazing and learning
Soon the whole tree
Will be evenly green in spree
Of equity
Had our rulers and policy makers
seen and learnt also
The intrinsic principle of aesthetics
To each according to his need
For a balanced growth
Instead of the incurable wounds of poverty
We are loath to accept
And fruitlessly regret
We are mere spectators in the hall
The ball moves on to rise and fall
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April 12, 2016
For the Poetry Contest : If You Could Change The World
Sponsored by : Dan Kearley
Blooms that I see today fade the next day.
Green leaves turn yellow. They dwindle and fall.
Fruits that are ripe fruitlessly find decay.
Nature stands alert to an unknown call.
The flora and fauna feel paranoid.
Curiously, creatures here cogitate.
By expirations, nature is annoyed.
Every being confronts the games of fate.
I search for the sense of my existence.
What's the purpose of my life here on earth?
Against aches, I've my innate resistance.
Will there be, after this life, a rebirth?
Where, when all is said and done, will I go?
Like dried leaves, with the wind, will my soul flow?