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I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day
Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman Flying
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, seeks young sprig poe
whet tick friend in toto,
though nowhere to be found despite search team
loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air
supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,
asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding
said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare
naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair
son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear
supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater
and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants
informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,
and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture
clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear
without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne
(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair
secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held
at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere
ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare
high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a
life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito
guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair
tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear
factor accepting (blood bonded) brotherhood till
death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera
in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair
evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%
grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear
writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear
sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,
inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events
decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware
shackling one generation after another, an outright
outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism
where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,
especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,
which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy
at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.
The things she left behind
Her tombstone stood amongst others
who shared the same fate
The air in the cemetery
Heavy With the the weight of the souls it carries
Her epigraph read: Beloved mother, wife, daughter, sister and friend
Her family there to pay their respects
Tomorrow they will lead a protest
Her son left behind
A seven year old child
Old enough to remember her
But to young to understand her murder
She took with her the sacrifice
she did so her son could have a better life
A future where he's accepted
Where racism she hoped for him would be a distant memory
She hoped the hate was a burden he wouldn't have to carry
A hard choice she made
But an easy choice she made
As long as her baby boy was safe
A life well lived
Or a life fearing death
She knew how she wanted his story to end
A sacrifice she would never regret
She left behind Her son
An embodiment of who she was
She left behind Her legacy
A reflection of her memory
He lived in her
She lived in him
And for her that was a victory
I love you
Etched in stone
One final goodbye glimpse
Into his soul
Through the years
They both lived lies
Each without the other
Never satisfied
He knew that she would come
To see him at his grave
She’ll always be his sunshine
But they could’ve done without the rain
They could’ve done without the distance
They kept in life
Could’ve done without the lonely
Bitter sleepless nights
If there ever was a love
That had to quell its flame
She was standing right before it
Right there in the rain
Sometimes the truth
Stands before our eyes
Our souls know what’s right
But we still stay blind
As she turned to walk away
She softly spoke his name
You know I’ve always loved you
We could’ve done without the rain
We could’ve done without the distance
We kept in life
You could’ve held me all those lonely
Bitter sleepless nights
If there ever was a love
That had to quell its flame
It’s standing right before you
Amongst the teardrops and the pain
As she walked away she reminisced of the old days
How since they met their two lives were changed
You can bet that I won’t let these, precious memories fade
You were the one I loved and always wanted
I could have done without the rain
In every storm of life there’ll be a light....
We could’ve done with the rain
Another generation of himself
unzipped his soul like a banana,
stepping instantly
into another dimension of
the same dream.
Never died - never born,
it was an implanted imaginary life,
knowing this, was of course
as useless as a map of the sky.
The only thing not imaginary
was the emanation of God
looking from human eyes.
For a brief moment he thought:
"If I am alive, I must have been dead
or else how could I know I am
alive now?
Nothing had really changed,
he was still 75 years from the grave,
also, a lifetime nearer to
the next womb.
It came upon him
that his liking for chocolate ice-cream
had abruptly become
an insatiable desire
for strawberry vanilla.
Upon a stone plinth
an inanimate frog
flickered,
as once more
it changed into a stone
Buddha.
"Nirvana is that close!"
Hollered a ruby-cheeked Cherub
speeding past
on its tricycle.
I am just a child, no older than five. With everything I've been through in the past its a
wonder I've survived.
Nobody knows or will ever understand, How long I've been at the receiving end of this red
hand.
The way that i'm treated can be described as nothing but unfair. Why me?, why have i been
brought in to this world with parents who don't seem to care?.
I blame myself sometimes for my mother loosing her temper. Was there ever any good
times?, if so i don't seem to remember.
My father just goes along with everything she does and says, and i have to go along with the
beatings that last for days.
What will become of me as a person?, who will i be?, when shouting and beatings are all that
i see.
I will do my best to stay on their good side, to behave, as i don't want to end up in an early
grave.
This can't go on forever its already been years. I have been through it all, i cant shed any
more tears.
I know in my heart that some day this will be over and I'll no longer be alone, that a proper
family will look after me and make their house my home.
Worst cry ever heard, a scream from the depths of a soul
It’s a silent scream that can only be felt
By another heart that cares and refuses to scold
Never condemns but offers God’s grace. love, and help
She was standing in a jail cell
Was there for murdering a man
Asking, "Can I be saved from this hell,
My soul is sinking way down."
He stood frozen in disbelief
Could he be hearing such dire words
Her face showed remorse and grief
For the evil she had done
What in her life caused such despair
How had she come to this real low
Did she kill out of hatred or fear
These hard cold facts he didn’t know
Her question was etched on his mind
He gave the answer that pardons all
One he hoped she would not decline
Trust in Jesus Christ, the Lord
Have you ever known that cry in the depths of your soul
The silent scream that tears at your very being
Ripping you apart, leaving you numb, even cold
My only balm was God’s grace, mercy, and love
His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead
on foot and trail swift as the running deer,
and long his hair the eagle feathers spread
in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear.
My boy the dreamcatcher, the hunter brave
in buffalo horn and porcupine quills -
ghost of the warrior chief in the grave
whose heart lies on the plains and in the hills.
Where beats a drum and burns a campfire -
a child of the Great Spirit in the sky,
like the roebuck leaping farther, higher,
chasing a dream in the wind and the rye.
You are the Indian bark, the sacred tree,
a totem from the depth and breadth of me.
Written: March 2013
Written by H2O the silent poet
Silence Becomes Violence
The society has become blind, deaf and dumb
Its emotions have become numb
The knights are in deep slumber
Or are in the grave
The land seems to have no brave souls
People are robbed in broad daylight
No one dares to fight for the right
People lie for self comfort , old despised
Humanity manhandled, not revived
People see, hear but not speak
Were phones have more value than ones soul
This is the generation of the meek
The youth is busy in making video
Seems they have their own studio
Share the video, stare the woman
We have become unethical human
Sitas are abducted
No girl is protected
People roam without fear
Is this modernity, my dear?
Humanity is caged
But no war is waged
Listen, if you have any guts in you
Be the brave lion, not like cat that just go
Mew!!!
Because:
When crime spreads
Blood like water sheds
Women naked and raped
Humans chained and caged
Children fade and afraid
When lie is held high
The truth feels shy
Parents are thrown out
Criminals roam without doubt
When riots are solemn right
There is neither vision nor light at the end of the tunnel
When youth is used
Only to be misused
When the country is in ruins
Satan and Mephistopheles are twins
When home is not safe
Even father commits rape
If you still keep the silence
This is called master violence
Silence in these times
Is the heinous crime sickening ??
Rise and eradicate the crime
Reinstate the peace,in humanity elevate
Copyright @2021
I won’t forget you
I swear
The first thing they say when we leave this earth
As we feel the stomps of their footsteps
Leave the side of our grave
Echoes of cries that soon fade away
Laying alone in darkness
A void
Nothingness
Waiting to be judged
The memories
The times
The joy
Start to flash before our eyes as we try to control them
They sleep and remember our passing
But soon smile along the line
For their lives are still to be lived
Being in the grave is being forgotten
Being dead is being history
To just feel like a past memory
Death takes our existence socially
Death degrades us
And makes us nobody
Thy begin to go back on their word
Forgetting us
Our passing
Our existence
Our memories
As we still lay there
Dark, empty, void
Death makes us history
Death makes us forgotten
You are as the lightning to the rod of my soul
You move through me in rumbling thunder and torrential rain
You are the cellular sea of my spirit and I can deny you nothing
Enter at will into my being but bring only kindness and light
Tread gently on the sole of me
..... for I am but leather and salt
Like the wild wet wilderness drips with dew and surging waters rip the shores of bucolic meadows so you moved me
Water rushing down the mountain gathering up minerals as it goes so my strength grows and my will surges
And I am a flood of fell and fire and hope
He is coming coming ever coming to me
in his white way and ever wear and tear
his hair is on my hands
and his heart pounds beneath my palm
he in my palm a sailor bold and wild and strong and he will know me and I will know him
Frost of nothing in the silent forest rests and sleeps
the joy of us in the same spaces
I under leaves and damp with snows blanket
under these lies
the thrill of us
in a cottage cabin by the lake
beneath your hand so possessive do I rise up to the morning light
and curl deep into your loving arms
The wind never even touches our boughs
our leaves
so bonded in warmth are we
And who is it this time?
who bares the shield of pain and loss and fear ?
it is you
not I!
Facing the mirror of truth
that email address sent waves through you
so intense the seismic machines in India just went off
no need to deny what I already know in my cells
you love with an intensity that puts my own feeling to shame
and you now know it
what you do with this
is to be seen
seen and seen again and again see me
…see me C me c me soon
or not...it will remain ...the same and immovable...a feast to last ten thousand lifetimes