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Premium Member Whom Do We Trust

Whom Do We Trust
Written: by Miracle Man
7/21/2019

Every now and then, we all lose our bearing,
Facing days that become gloomy, often despairing.
We only check our compass for direction of travel,
When it appears that life is just about to unravel.

We oft seek out others, and with blame anoint,
But no man is a judge nor will God ever appoint.
He said, Cast your burdens upon me, for I care,*
Yet we oft live our lives hamstrung by despair.

We should never treat others as perhaps we’ve been treated,
Because with whatever we mete, we’ll also be meted.**
When we fail in casting burdens upon HIM for He cares,*
We’re eschewing the wheat while gorging on tares.



*1 Peter 5:7
 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. 
**Matthew 7:2
King James Version (KJV)
“For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.”
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member SCHOOLING PIGLETS


Mama warthog decided it was time,
To take her two piglets for a walk,
She wanted to take them up a steep climb
For it would make them strong, but first had a talk
With her young ones, about many a predator
Out there, who were always on the hunt,
They listened to Mom did Lester and Hector,
So off they went, Mama led from the front.
This was their first time on a grown up’s walk,
They tarried a bit playing hide and seek
On the way, Mama scolded them, see that hawk,
She explained, his talons are long, his beak,
Sharp and he will swoop down and grab 
You both with a fearsome might 
Relishing and gorging himself outright.
Oh my gosh, oh dearie me, 
Think how sad Dad and I would be,
Warthogs having an excellent, keen sense of smell,
Putting Mama on the alert,
As her piglets were playing,	
And having fun frolicking and exploring
In the dense African bush, its voice
Whispering, what a delicious meal for lions on 
The prowl, Mama knew so well, if the lions could 
Steal them from her, they would 
Devour every morsel and leave their bones 
To the vultures.  
Uneasy, she collected her youngsters,
And began their return trip home, showing them 
How to forage for bulbs to eat, by digging 
With their tusks whilst on their elbows.
Amusingly when they were running home all three
Tails stuck straight up like radio antenna.
Well, this little warthog family got home safely,
The piglets had their first lessons in the wild,
No predators thankfully crossed their path
This day!

Premium Member Blood and Sweat

The tirade of the tyrant
Has subdued the trident
Gloating over the viceroy 
It's the blood and sweat of 
  victory.

The subdued voice of defeat
Veiled in unapologetic  defiance
Shedding secret tears of what could
  have been?
What would have been in the hood
It's the defeat drenched in blood and 
  sweat.

The table is set for dinner,
Choice meats, mutton, chicken beef....
This is a parade of victory for the price
Of blood and sweat of the masses.

The meat is gorging on, the flesh is stuck between  the teeth
A pain in the mouth, transversing the whole
 polity
The bodies of the dead nationals crushed
A vivid reminder of the price of victory
Of shed blood and sweat.

(Written on the 15th April 2015, after the 2015 Nigerian Presidential elections)
Form: Elegy

Halfway Home

When your heart beats
and mine no longer can, 
I'll be flying into peace 
into heavens open land 

At the coming of dawn 
as night's beauty falls away, 
I'll take one last breath 
looking forward into day 

Gorging on the sight  
as the sun begins to rise,  
I'll remember all of life
through veils of all my sighs 

I'll weep for could have beens 
for the times I failed you all, 
taking on the all sins of life 
a saviours penance is my call

The gentle moments birth 
when your eyes opened wide, 
I felt the purest love of all 
I had held you all close inside 

As first steps began to run 
and falls and tears fell free, 
running with your arms out 
you'd run to mummy, me 

Loving you more than life 
I was probably a little nuts, 
protecting you with all I had 
was finally showing guts 

Then the slide into insanity 
crept up and mauled my mind, 
I hated what I had become 
how could I be "that kind" 

Somehow we made it through 
the mantels of hardship and pain, 
and going onto to live a life 
I hardly could have dreamed 

Given one last wish 
I'd had to think awhile, 
But after little pondering 
I'd ask to see you smile 

Watching you grow old 
isn't in the God's plan, 
my children stay a course 
of the common man 

I'd love to see your children 
watch them walk the earth, 
these babies I'll guard over 
from moments of their birth 

Dont be a little bit sad 
dont think your missing me 
how can you really miss
what's already halfway free
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Salad Days

Yesterday when my world was young
and days were wasted seeking fun
Smiles were cheap and our bikes our wheels
gorging candy and skipping meals
Time was solid as we chipped it away
innocence challenged as we leaped into the fray
Too young to be afraid, too dumb to care
do anything on a whim with just a dare

Youth was never wasted on the young
Youth was needed so we may become
The wishers wish, the dreamer's dream
to forever cling to our desires and schemes
Of living life to it's fullest extremes
Dare to laugh at death while bursting at the seams
And if we survive to old and frail
Our salad days of tall tales to tell
Form: Rhyme


Familiar Trappings

Fifth dose, same overdose
I've got a nasty habit of gorging on low hanging fruit
It's fruit, right? Gotta be sweet
But these grapes are sour and apples bitter

But a rotten orange is a delicious feast
For those starved of the taste and sensation of being full
Yet that same rotten orange
Cannot be a diet unto itself

Yet for eight long years
I've satisfied myself with rotten, sour fruit
After all, I am the Sun of this greenhouse
And skin cancer awaits all who bathe in the light for too long

It's never enough and can never be enough
So long as this cycle continues
Eventually, someone is going to overdose and die
And leave the entire farm with blood on its soil

These are my familiar trappings
An addiction to touch and the need to belong
And to shoulder the weight of two lives
And break beneath it, leaving us both hollow

I don't claim innocence
As I promise far too much for one human to deliver
Yet if given the chance to be excised safely
I'll bear my weight solo gladly

Some people are not meant to be united
My role is ever more abundant as the days bleed together
To deliver content and entertainment from behind the screen
As a benevolent God that cannot be met

Many tragedies are born from gods interfering with men
And thus, he hides in his Heaven where all can be alright
And as a frail man clinging to a title for power
So too shall I hide.
© Derek Chos  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

I Exist For a Purpose

I have many qualities and talents 
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!


I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!


I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!


I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?


My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!


O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested   
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!
    

I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!


 Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Sign of the Times

Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté

Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles

Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery

Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON  -  RANKED 4TH
Form: Acrostic

Shut up and listen

She keeps wasting strength, rattling her cage.
Begging to be freed, immured for her age,
first sign of nubile growth- they all want a ‘piece’,
gorging on her oppressed spirit; calling it a tease.  
None see the child locked within her form.
A woman from the day she ‘bleeds’. Such is the norm!
Forced now to enshroud all her slow-swelling bits,
jeered if she stands too straight, judged if she sits.
Her rights and choices are twins locked in cells.
Hushed if she laughs too loud, horse-whipped if she yells,
the year-older brother is left loose to grow,  
unrestrained he plays while she gets a ‘No!’
Young minds do wander, she finds catharsis in love.
She bunks school in secret to 'make out' in the grove,
he is young too and breaks the pact, talks to a friend,
who promptly tells all to get in on the trend!
Her plight is prude gossip, the school calls her kin.
Bad grades and reticence are blamed on her 'sin',
the boy gets a knuckle rap and is asked to behave,
he nods leaving her alone to mope in her cave.
She is beaten until all the brown turns blue.
Her story is an anecdote, a warning, a clue,
she’s worse than before from losing her pals-
whose folks have told them to steer clear of 'bad gals'.
She scrapes through school with her average grades.
Reduced to shabby clothes and well-oiled braids,
she sticks to the schedule, keeps her head up,
pinning hopes on a job to pick her out of this sup.
Near-tasting liberation she hollers in joy.
Alas! She can’t take the job they have found her a boy,
maybe he would set her free if she says 'yes' to this,
they don’t want her anymore; she’d at least be his. 
He spins tales of love to get her in bed.
She's not wise yet to see through his head,
his doll in ‘fancy’ clothes- she sates his lust,
colored lips can’t coat brains corroding from rust.
He’s signed the lease! They own a house! 
She smiles and slowly unzips her blouse,
stuck feeding their child, she has not a life,
he sees ‘apathy’ and wages war on the wife.
Older from enduring, she doesn’t earn yet pays.
‘Your brother has moved out. It’s been ten days!’,
she waits in bated breath for her 'gilded' locks to turn,
there’s no freedom for compliant girls- will she ever learn!
For half her life, she has been taught to 'shut up and listen’,
now she forces the bars open, to raise her girl like a son.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member No Reservation

You Are Not Invited

--Latching onto my soul without an invitation--
Elements around my shore expose more than air
--Playing with fire is not a game you will win--

----
Silently she swarms in like a leech, 
Feeding and sucking from the wounds my pain left behind.
She came inside: "Uninvited!"
Here have a drink, and die!
Taste the water drips that sail across my lips 
Plodding vigorously in the open air of her unwanted hostility
Forbidden as one, I noticed her aura a sickening light
Imprisonment that haunted smoke around her own imperfections
The hate and envy, she lives in resides airborne
The sound that she have summoned up hunger  
Brought me near the edge of everything
Feel my pain, a touch of impurities    
Tainted, infected, poisoned passion, her face disguised
Surrender toward serenity, the lighthearted woman I am inside 
She will never take, my full eternal grace
It’s time to reveal that blazing fire I hide
Drown her from the false flown sorrows of gust
Hold her hideous head under water--- burn her false fire out

Never will I turn my back and watch her muster them broken lids
Lungful of lies poisons the wind that flows from her snake like voice
Maneuvering the skies, scheming that snatch in
Like a viper twisting its unmatched curves, 
I strike, like a pyromaniac  --A burning match 
Allowing her to taste a part of the air I breathe 
A waste in the breeze her insecurities 
Trying to destroy what she can't be, what she can't see
At the end, blustery weather will remind her of the sea inside me,

YOU! The Angel, who crawls around like a shadow
Gorging its way into the heart with a charm of greed
Twisting reality hoping nobody sees its true sick identity
Slandering my name as the master of evil and manipulative
Marking my territory, warning others of a cold draft
Grasping the beauty that glows from my soul 
There it stood on the ledge UNINVITED
The devil walked and took my shoes 

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