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Justice is a challenging word provoking retribution
for unpunished evils and wrong actions, but is it really understood?
It has many meanings according to the era we live in:
hear angry voices rising from despair to put in motion
a need for revenge against those in power whose goal is only gain...
History has examples of great courage like the one of Robinhood!
Writers have their own form of justice by using compelling words,
and their indignant words leave their mark on souls that are unfairly treated,
abused and thrown in prison for rebelling against a power rooted in self-greed!
Today things haven't changed much, the abiding citizens ignore wrongs...
hushing their voices, shutting doors on those pointing out the blame;
and analizing their madness, they doubt if changes will ever come!
What the rioters ought to do being abandoned by them showing malevolent intent?
Burn down all that was built for wealth and comfort and leave burning ashes?
Is this the message they send to who is just and pacific, resilient and obedient?
Let's gather in the square like civilized beings to discuss the true meaning of justice!
Entered in Tammy Reams's contest,
" What Is Your Form Of Justice? "
Written by Andrew Crisci
I watch the storm gather in your eyes
I hear the thunder echo in my mind
The dark clouds gather around your hair
Rain taps an absent rhythm down my spine
The lightning strikes the ground rapidly
In your shadow
The wind howls in the chasms of my soul
Anger inside
I feel your presents like a force of nature
You're one with the elements
Fire
Ice
I feel the rumble of the rage
deep in the earth
Heavens aflame with your divinity
I watch the dark gather in your eyes
I feel the echo of memory in my mind
Dark clouds gather around your hands
Rain runs ragged rhythms down my spine
The lightning strikes the ground rapidly
In your shadows, I’m going blind.
Today, Heaven made its wings out of the clouds,
and it's raining on people with angels and flowers,
The sun is red like a bashful child,
and the field is filled with poppy flowers dancing in the breeze.
A ray, wanting to be chicer,
has associated discreet with a daisy,
because both had the same thought;
to be tiaras for those on earth.
The trees are dressed in fresh green,
A spring wind, whistles a ballade for panpipes,
The birds gather in choirs and chirp a new song.
It's May, and I am happy!
Every night I dance with the stars,
I'm thinking of Eternal Spring,
A drop of Heaven smoothly dripped into my soul,
Ah, how beautiful the month of May is!
~~
Hand in hand they meander through the deserted lane,
freshly fallen snow crumpling under foot
Littering the sky, Bright stars, glittering like coins on a belly dancers belt,
slowly surrender to the coming dawn
Inch by measured inch the glory of Ra overpowers the starlight.
In a pale blue sky, a pale golden disc, the colour of ripe oats at harvest time,
looking close enough, and cool enough, to reach out and touch.
Brilliant rays, arrows of liquid gold, capture the pristine landscape,
splintering like a million shards of shattered glass.
No sound, only silence, profound, in the clear crystal air.
In the distance, a cock crows.
Long morning shadows cast by tall pines,
revealing a lone stoat, resplendent in his ermine coat.
Emerging from shade, merging with sunlight,
loping across the virgin snow with bounding grace.
White on white,
only the black tip of his tail and tiny footprints betraying his presence.
In the distance, a dog barks,
A small cottage, a stone chimney, a whisper of smoke announcing a new day,
A hardy little robin pecking with determination to uncover water under ice.
A door slams, the robin takes flight.
Snow slides from the roof to gather in piles like miniature Himalayas.
Icicles drop pearls as the thaw sets in. The world is awakening.
In the distance, a train whistles.
Still holding hands they walk on.
~~
I watched them walked up to the podium
To collect their hard earned medal
Their eyes were smiling and their lips were blazing
But there were no words to express how they feel
Their heart were bursting with zeal
And everything I saw was authentic and real
The world hath gather in one place to celebrate
The achievement of the human race
Smiles keep spreading on their faces
And it seemed to infect the whole human race
Everyone was cheering them on
And even the enemy was feeling sorry
They too felt the energy and relent
I am caught up in this time when
nature has come alive and diverge
To reward them for their painful sacrifice
Some did not make it
but their heart is celebrating it
Four years of preparation and training
Fell through the crack
when the baton fell on the track,
another one stumbled over the hurdles
and these are just some of the miseries
that they had to bear,
but there were miracles too
of how the other got through
They have come from all over
Standing in harmony with each other
Everyone holding a candle with
the color that they have chosen
There were lights everywhere
And tears of joy flowing from the air
Hearts blend together as one
to sing the closing song
I could feel the energy ignited together
As the world celebrate
the achievement of the human race.
Mother and Angel
What thoughts gather in your mind, Mary,
Eyes looking down in the morning light?
Do you still hear the sound of an angel’s voice –
Can you hear the sound of angel wings?
God’s light shines through you, simple handmaiden;
You reflect all the glory of the Lord;
Your soul rejoices in God your Savior
As the Lord looks tenderly upon the favored one.
What thoughts speak in your mind, Mary,
Eyes looking down in an evening prayer,
Do you see the child to come –
Emmanuel, Messiah, Anointed One?
Do you see the sword piercing your heart?
Can you count the steps on the roads you travel?
Do you see a cross stand on a lonely hill?
Can you see into the Resurrection?
What thoughts gather in your mind, Mary
In midnight dreams wrapped in pale moonlight?
Do you still hear the sound of angel wings
In the echo of your answer “Yes!”
December 4, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge - I Want Christmas Poems – December
Sponsor: Dear Heart – Wiishkobi Ode
46 moons following the 5th winter
democracy has yet offered its charis for partaking.
"Gather yee faithful slaves," "drink from thy cup," it beckons.
Having danced to the sweet empty promises,
and wore the affiliated regalia of sheer stupidity, it is time to proclaim, how deep it goes.
A manifestation, of a prior auction where rights have already been sold for less than 3 silvers.
Multitudes, from all corners of the fire nation, gather in the bare mushroom of a scorching sun,
Ready to cast lots, and choose the next captain for the ship engulfed in fire.
Each slave, convinced of the prowess and abilities of their captain.
"A" argues, "he is experienced and knows the routes to steer us out of danger and lead us to a safe harbor."
While "B" laments, "though we may seem lost, he still knows the route that leads to Canaan."
Another proclaims, "it is better to redirect the ship back to Egypt; at least we ate meat that compensated the lashes on the back."
Either could be right or wrong, but then again what defines a right or wrong?
Perhaps it's better to commit the sin of indifference, and watch from the terraces as "D" suggests?
Either way, every option is a covenant in itself,
A pact made by man to a fellow Adam.
A choice that defines a mixed bag of unknowns to be unleashed in the next unforeseeable future.
Welcome to the covenant of choosing a lesser Devil.
A tree branch could crash through and kill me.
That’s what’s dangerous about windows.
So I had better run outside to be safe.
I had been inside for awhile, so…
I forgot about earth.
I forgot about grass that covers the earth.
Grass is like carpet.
It’s comfortable.
Lying on grass is comfortable.
But embarrassing.
There are trees that make shade that feels cool and relaxing.
But this is dangerous too.
There is no storm out here.
Yet.
But if there was, the trees would fall and kill me.
The trees would gather in a circle, to kill me.
Into my car?
Crash, crash, that’s where my mind goes.
The basement! The basement!
That’s why I’m in the basement, mom.
That’s why I’m hiding.
Behind all the cobwebs.
Go to bed.
Go to sleep.
Die in my sleep?
That’s what could happen by the window.
But I’ll deal with that in the morning.
Under her blanket of protection,
she lies still to escape detection.
As shadows gather in the moonlight,
anxiety grows during the night.
Her heart's pounding in a rush of fear,
apprehensive that he may be near.
And she waits for the doorknob to turn,
igniting hate's indelible burn.
The door creeks open, her eyes snap shut,
and panic ties a knot in her gut.
As her panties get slowly pulled down,
tears flow, and he counters with a frown.
She is in shock, and the games begin
as fingers stroke her shivering skin.
And alone at night, he breaks her heart,
innocence dies, and trust falls apart.
A father molests his precious pearl,
numb to the pain of his little girl.
And her mother, blind to his deceit,
makes her daughter's suffering complete.
I the ocean
watch sailing ships
in the salty air
pass over me
I hold mystery from
the cusp of the moon
an endless view
for all to see
Where laughing gulls
sit on driftwood,
my crashing waves deliver
to shore
Where Great Blue Heron
stalk the beach
Where the tide pools
gather in the rocks
Sandpipers dodge
the under toe
as wind collides my waves
with land
Leaving sea shells broken
in scattered pieces
of color in the sand
Lonely in winter time
on barren sand dunes,
my starfish lie
as if fallen from the sky
I am vast enough
for the moon to see
as it moves me
through the seasons
Heidi Sands
Written - 1990's