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THE SURGE
You came like as expected
Winds furiously shaking the ground
Rain unstoppable continuous to pound.
As hours passed, your fierce marks the town
water increases up to its heights but still
you never stop swiping every corner, left nothing to spill.
Scampering, they're trying to lope your ailing temper
Mother and child crying for help but your sound is a tearful killer
parent's cuddled the youngsters, but too strong your foulest curse.
It's not your intention to harm 'cause you're just a phenomenal mishap,
but for those you visited, you're the great destroyer
A mischievous, dangerous thief that left nothing even their foyer.
THE AFTERMATH
Scattered bricks, fallen debris, lifeless bodies on the sidewalk
Mournful view, so sickening to the eyes
You've taken out their lives, now all that is left are frozen as ice.
The beautiful city turns to abandoned graveyard
At night seems haunted, deadly ravage
at daylight you hear the silent echoing in the rampage.
Deaths are still unnumbered, missing still increasing
They who outlive cries for shelter, food for their needing.
Never deter, frustrated mind, weary hearts.
>> the typhoon Haiyan (local name:YOLANDA) hits Tacloban City, Philippines in the 8th of November 2013
Tripped down in a shutter when i met you, now stuck in a mindgame/, in a psychopath's hold i try to remain sane/
Your words cleaves me/, your hands strokes me/, things i once fell for now decieves me/ and chokes me/
You terrorizing me/, investigating me/, furiously obscene/, using my body creating your own crime scene/, blue fingerprints all over, but for others to over see/
I hear your whispers at all time/, like a schizofrenic i become, when your violent thoughts interact with mine/. Maybe there is illness in my state of mind/, but before you, i sure was fine/
Playing your role posessed with mad hate/, an addiction/, for me it's only affliction/, what is fake/, what is fiction/
Repeatingly you pushing me over the cliff side/, just to leave me hanging, begging for your hand, so that you can, as you always do flip side/
Trying to play along to survive this mental manuskript/, but im outstripped/ and you just atone like there has been no conflict/
I stare at the page where I have written one word
it is the word I usually start with when I am out of ideas
the word is jumping
it’s not complete
I stopped at jump
feeling stagnant, thinking this word over used and trite
why do I always start out with this word?
the incomplete word jump stares at me as JUM
I had not gotten any further
I try a new spot
If I am outside, maybe nature will inspire me
I watch my dogs run around barking furiously
they might sound ferocious to you, to me they are babies
nothing else comes out of my pen
I sit down and stare into the shadows of summer
wondering why I am out of ideas
maybe even out of words
something small and dark darts out of the woods
I follow it with my eyes as it makes a getaway under bushes
was that a cat? I have no idea, but it moved fast
I stare at the page, wondering if there is anything good enough to write.
Not yet.
There is a precision to my wild horse self
My muscles at the wake, ready for instruction
My imagination calling the moves, for all prissiness is gone
Society long forgotten
Audience unnecessary
I need to dance,
For me,
For myself
For my eye
My omnipotent steps innate, untaught, following my soul's lead
I thunder at the music which only one can hear.
Whipping moves out of my precision belt
Fast and furiously, mine alone,
I need to dance
For me.
For myself
For my eye.
It is blissful
It is amazing
It is powerful.
It is God-given
My abilities and talents
Not my own, yet all my own.
I dance to honor He who has given me this gift.
This marvelous gift.
I dance for me.
My Dearest daddy
When I was still tiny
I remember clearly
When you visit daily
Just to see mommy
Today, you shut the door suddenly.
It makes us all uneasy.
We all look at mommy
Scrubbing the sink furiously
It gives us all anxiety.
My Dearest daddy
Every day, you bring me candy
And told me stories so funny
That makes us laugh loudly.
You smiled and hugged me tightly.
Today, you shout at us so loudly
We looked at each other sadly.
You say bad words frequently.
Like it was nothing to you really
Mommy shuts her mouth tightly.
My dearest daddy
When you left us suddenly
And choose another company
Mommy drifts away slowly
You hurt us so badly.
You come back unexpectedly,
We welcome you excitedly
You had a second chance truly
Mommy had nothing but a penny
You provided for us just like any
My dearest daddy
Before, we had lived a life comfortably
Because of mommy's family
We are all satisfied and happy.
She was your number one priority.
Today, you tell us not to worry.
Now that you have money
You will provide for our family.
For you, everything will be easy.
But all you ever do is sit tightly.
My dearest daddy
Do you really love us truly?
And say's for us, you spend all your money...
Do you really have to talk to us arrogantly?
You put all the chores on mommy.
While you lock yourself in the room daily.
We always love you wholeheartedly,
We respect your authority.
Yet it makes us feel uncomfortable.
Your mood shifts very swiftly.
That every day, we could guess only
Which daddy would you be?
My dearest daddy
All I want is a complete loving family.
Not just a picture-perfect family
That you post daily.
Can we be normal just like any
Put your differences aside and be friendly.
After all, we both love you endlessly.
A cacophony of sounds, all jumbled together
Random notes, dissonance everywhere
Violin bows saw the air lazily, effortlessly
Then furiously, chins pressed hard to instruments
Flautists' lips wistfully poised above the holes
In a flash, diving deep into spritely melodies
Trombonists' brass bars sliding outward, then back inward
Deep tones scale upward, peak, descend again
Trumpeters' cheeks bulge outward, double-chins aflame
Beet-red faces, fingers marching, horns tootling
Cymbals clang and clash! Drums beat and boom!
Clarinets clamor... A cello... An oboe... The conductor's in slow-mo.
All this, prelude to a performance quite grand
To the concert forthcoming -- Strike up the band!
A white-hot fire
That once raged furiously
Becomes a moribund flame
Flickering...
As it dims in the racing wind
Continually fighting
To keep on, yet steadily
Losing the battle
Til an unkind fate douses
The once smoldering heat
A lethal blow!
A white-hot fire
That once raged furiously
Now an evaporating smoke
The story of us...
END FEB 2019,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines
Sponsored by Brian Strand (Winner: 1st Place)
Date written and posted: 01/15/2018
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,
I toss the coin anxiously
For both sides perturb and dazzle me…
The first side, well, it is a beauty to say the least
It is clear, crisp, like fresh pages of a favorite book
Peace offers a stronghold in its rhythmic and quiet composure
It is unassuming in all that it is…it is truth, with open arms
Like droplets of rain against my neck,
It is refreshing to caress its cooling pages,
Best of all, it heals when I choose to feel it and live it…
This side is strong, and often shames my desire for the other…
The other side, I gaze upon it often, its presence so shocking
I often doubt it even exists as much as I sense in my life
Then I remember that it surrounds me,
A universe of glow aching to crawl into my night
Wishing to embrace me, so it may reveal its secrets to me
I am drawn to its perplexity, its grand design…
Its fiery resilience silences my prayers to puddles of pleasure
It is a hard-heated side becrossing all sides… stopping all resistance…
I toss the coin high, mindful of its landing,
Though as it does it spins furiously upon my heart and mind,
Caught in the blurry winds of dissonance and rivalry
How distressing it is to see them collide together in all that they are…
For I want them both to win…I want them both desperately
But only one side will dominate in the end
And only I know who will win,
As I set this silent war of hypocrisy
Free…
Free into the stars, where that unknown wisdom will be revealed in future days
I had to set it free…
For there are still other sides we must struggle to let go of
Touched by so many hands before us…
We must choose the side to say goodbye to
As we fight to focus our fleeting attention
Upon the one and only side that will touch the face of Providence
-For Justin Bordner's "What is Your Hypocrisy?" Contest -
Zee was a tumultuous force to be taken seriously.
Men trembled in their boots when she was on her way.
The battles she fought with her centaur furiously,
Made other armies quake, run, hide, and pray.
We called her Zee, no one got close enough to know why.
She was muscular, fierce, and mighty in her majestic ways.
One called her Queen Zee once, and I do not lie,
she cut his mouth with a blade with beautiful sun rays.
Zee is here, the warriors will say, and it races through the ranks.
Your blood turns cold when you hear it, for she is frightening.
You wish now that you had battle axes, hatches, and tanks.
Because she and her centaur come into the fray slashing like lightning.
I only saw her once, but I was careful that she not catch my eye.
Her feats of daring are not rumors by an inventive word player.
I ran away in fright, hid in a glen, watched so many of my friends die.
Because they did not believe the stories, of Zee, the ultimate slayer.
Special powers has Zee, known to Joan of Arc and Attila the Hun.
Most of the warriors were easily chased, sliced, and savagely begotten.
For to go into battle against the invincible Zee is clearly quickly no fun.
Seeing her centaur come over the hill that day will never be forgotten.