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Wonder’s Darkness
by Odin Roark
He knew wonder well
It could cancel fear
And bestow courage
A nexus for survival
A predawn beginning
His solo-climb of the face
Thought crazy by doubters
Had started swift and easy
The results of plans
Rehearsals
Confidence
The wall’s darkness was his own
Anchoring piton after piton
Securing each meter of ascension by feel
With unharnessed confidence of mind
For this was a climb of defiance
Knowing few if any
Might or would
Ever understand his exhilaration
His unique love of climbing-chalk and sweat
Carabineers and rope
Anchors and ascenders
Tenuous connections to life
All married to his inner eclipse
Yet at the halfway point…
Exhaustion appeared
Adrenalin waned
His pendulum traverse had missed
Time seemed to stop
Flesh and rock collided
Bringing cold panic
Seizing breath to hold
Suspending threatened fate
Even as the skill of a spider
Had kept him safely vertical until now
Death’s harassment had not been part of the plan
His back rested against cold granite
The lead taste of blood from his nose
Conflicted the balsam and cedar fragrance
Gusting up from the valley floor
Fifteen hundred feet below
His straight down reality
Minutes passed…
Awe and respect
Life’s often ignored necessitude
Hung together with him
Against the sheared mountain
Some predicted his dreaded finale
With tenacity as partner
Calmness merged with a blanket of sunrise warmth
The crisis became the past now
This test of tests faced completion
His mind eased back to a climber’s trust
Careful feeling about
Delivered firm grips
Precise movement
Renewed determination
Moving him deftly toward the descent team’s cheers
Waiting on distant topside
Resisting aid
He reached the summit
And gathering minutes of needed rest
Even amidst the accolades and glee
He prepared for the hard part
The trek down the backside
This blind climber knew
Like those with eyes to see
Exhaustion can make even a simple return route
More dangerous than the climb
With the descent team
Assisting his tired body
The crude trail carved
For bushwhacking
Brought danger often missed
Until it was too late
Loose scree
Roots of trees
Ruts and rocks
With sightless vision
He maneuvered the precarious path
His certain smile becoming contagious
Moving shaking heads of doubters once
To embrace a blind climber’s wonder
As their own
The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation
The Not-So Distant Past:
The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed with a handful of torn rags,
are all that remain, a mute reminder of their selfless valiant sacrifice.
They endured brutal Apartheid harassment, detentions without trial,
torture in the cells, and mental anguish when loved ones disappeared,
they left their homeland, to continue the struggle against racial bigotry,
while countless others fought the scourge of white-minority rule at home.
Nelson Mandela and many, many others, spent their lives imprisoned,
on islands of stone, and on islands of the cruellest torture, yet they stood,
never bowing, never scraping, they stood, firm for ideals for which they were prepared to die,
and many, many comrades did die, at the hands of the callous oppressor,
and many, many comrades perished in distant lands, torn from their homes,
while the struggle continued, for decades, soaked in blood, in tears, in pain.
The Present:
19 years have passed, since freedom was secured at the highest of prices,
delivering unto us, this present, a gift of emancipation from servitude,
a freedom to walk this land, head held high, no longer second-class citizens,
in the land of our ancestors, whose voices we hear and need to heed today.
I do not care much for fashion, Lewis-Fit-On and Sleeves unSt.-Moron,
yet the ostentation that I witness baffles even my unsophisticated palate,
our ancestors' plaintive whispers are being dismissed, left unheeded, as
we browse the aisles for more and more, always for more and yet more.
Asphyxiated by the excess of the Petty Posh-Wahzee, we find ourselves,
perched precariously on the edge, of a dissolution of all that is humane,
babies go hungry, wives are battered, our elders left in hospitals for hours,
I cringe as I scribble these words, perhaps too sanctimonious and preachy,
yet I know, deep in the marrow of my brittle bones, I know, I know, I know,
this tree of freedom planted by the nameless daughters and sons of Africa,
needs to be shielded, nurtured, protected from our very own baser impulses,
so that the precious tree of freedom, may bear the fruit that may feed us all,
for if not, then we are doomed, to tip over, and into the yawning abyss, we shall fall.
Form:
Stop! The violent protests and leave peaceful protesters out to make a difference strictly along. Whether you are in law enforcement or the national guard. You need to pray for peaceful solutions! But if all you want to do is assault police officers. Or if protesters burn down business and destroy personal and real property. If you want to incite rioting and violence! You need to be apprehended! I am sick and tired of racist police officers using African American males, Hispanic, and Native American males as "target practice" or unlawful harassment! Black Lives Matter! Today the city of Houston is holding memorial ceremonies for George Floyd. They firmly believe the time has come for closure and for our nation to move forward.
I am sorry about what happened to George Boyd and other minority groups! But letting your explosive anger erupted like a volcano! That Minnesota police officer committed nineteen years of similar acts of racism and violence. He just happened to get caught in the act! He never should have been admitted to the police academy in the first place! The other officers just stood there and watched! It was a national tragedy! In London England, Black Lives Matter are conducting peaceful protests in solidarity with the United States!
Some groups will use any excuse to riot! Some police officers will use any excuse to commit acts of violence! I firmly believe in peaceful protests! Unfortunately, they often end up in tragedy! One bad reaction by one or more groups leads to retaliation by the opposition! Resulting only escalating violence! The president wants to call out the United States military. And it will happen unless senseless acts of violence come to an abrupt ending! The Beatles once sang, "come together right now over me." "Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me."
Stop! The senseless acts of violence! Private citizens even in communities such as Snohomish Washington! Are arming themselves, and standing outside of the business to protect them. They are citizens vigilantes. They want to stop looters and vandals in their tracks! In the days of the old west, there used to lynch mobs! We do not want the bad old days back again!
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 02-03,2020
June 09, 2020 edited
This is the story of something we’ve seen, a dangerous force that’s invaded our streets.
Something so deadly, no mercy it shows. It leaves such destruction wherever it goes.
Just like a predator hunts out its prey, attacking each obstacle put in its way.
Like the sting of a bee or the bite of a snake, it happens so quickly-and then it’s too late...
Now, life as we knew it has changed overnight, the worlds grabbed its armour and set out to fight.
You may think I’m speaking of Covid-19, a virus that’s brought the whole world to its knees...
But no, I am using my words to convey how humanities breaking-it pains me to say....
Confusion, delusion means forgone conclusions; forces combine to make nuclear fusions.
This story I tell has been told over time, it is frightening, enlightening, yet no pantomime.
There’s no romance, no humour, no perfect life lesson, it’s tense with suspense and leaves all the world guessing.
This story’s no fiction, it’s honest and true, it’s the realisation we’re all living through.
These next words I’ve written jump up off the page, they pull at my heartstrings and fill me with rage...
Stigmatisation and discrimination, I cry out to God for the whole of creation.
Harassment, and prejudice; victimisation, of course it’s a story of deep-rooted racism.
Affliction, constriction and blatant damnation, I fall to my knees as I pray for our nations.
So, Corona descended and started a war, but it seems there’s a battle we need to fight more. I’d invite every person, in fact I implore, you examine your hearts, and your thoughts-are they pure?
See the world is in crisis, in conflict, and pain; will we really allow this injustice to reign?
Let’s choose our words wisely, be kind, show respect. Let’s look to the future and all re connect. Embrace all our difference, we must recognise-it’s not that which is causing the human divide.
We have the ability to reach perfect unity, fight against racism-built herd immunity!
Let’s all change our future and learn from the past, we can’t let this hatred and prejudice last. So, let this time now be our realisation, lets spread peace and joy to all civilisation. For the sake of mankind and for all our survival, let’s make 2020 a whole world revival!
19.08.2020
You can see this performed at: https://youtu.be/6AnzvlMDK0k
Who Am I?
An answer so simple, yet so complex,
Not the reaction one normally expects.
“I am Jason”, but what does that mean?
To truly understand, I must go behind the scenes.
I was 10 years old and becoming obese,
It was then that my confidence would decrease.
Day upon day, suffering from verbal attacks,
My inner peace would melt away, like candlelit wax.
I had reached my threshold; I could take no more,
It was my self-respect I set out to restore.
I was 13 years old and ultimately lost this weight,
At last, all the harassment would finally abate!
But I was wrong, and the attacks would soon begin,
Now at opposite ends of the spectrum, I was too thin.
I just couldn’t win; I felt that I was inferior,
I hated whom I was out on the exterior.
I was 16 years old and confused who I was,
Associating with gang members from the “Bloodz.”
I had found my acceptance amongst a life of crime,
But many were being arrested, forced to serve time.
Desiring a better life, I was in need of correction,
I surrendered my acceptance to gain a new direction.
I was 18 years old and lost with despair,
The journey thus far proved to be unfair.
Others knew what they wanted and went to college,
Without the slightest clue, I became envious of their knowledge.
I couldn’t foresee my future when I didn’t know who I was,
My hope began to dissipate as my life was at this pause.
I was 19 years old and my life began to change course,
It was at this point that I enlisted in the Air Force.
A new man emerged with pride and camaraderie,
With purpose and meaning, my future was no longer a worry.
The military was my family, raising me to be an adult,
My self-confidence was regained as a direct result.
I was 24 years old with a new “me” in vision,
Ambitious for college, I had made my decision.
Mentally prepared and stronger than ever,
I have committed myself to this newfound endeavor.
Having strong potential I refuse to let go to waste,
My ability for intelligence I strongly embrace.
I am 25 years old and continue to evolve,
But the answer to my question I still cannot solve.
Who I am will forever remain incomplete,
With each day passing is a part of me obsolete.
Like a waterfall, always subjected to new water flowing,
The flow of my experiences will forever keep me growing.
Form:
CANCER
I was ten when you invaded our family, when my sixty year old grandfather
died with lung cancer and at that time I never really understood it; but knew
it was a deadly disease for two women closed to our family died earlier with
breast cancer and saw both of them suffering and heard them screaming in pain.
You came back when I was twenty taking my grandmother with stomach cancer.
At least that was one of the causes of her death, although not the primary cause.
You came again and again taking my aunt at forty seven and my youngest aunt
at forty eight with breast cancer that made me live in anxiety and scared of you.
Scared because this disease was in our maternal blood line, although the doctor
assured me, it was not a direct blood line for it was not my biological mother.
I had a cyst on my right breast when I was forty four and the doctor asked to
come back to exasperate it and I told him to do it right then with no reservation.
The result came negative; but your shadow never left me, haunting me.
I was thinking my youngest aunt was only five years older than me and we grew
up together living in the same household, eating the same food, doing the
same things until we separated to live our lives when I was twenty or so.
For five years I lived in your shadow wondering, worrying the cyst would come
back and what would happen to me, to my children and the angst never left me.
I was elated when I turned forty nine for I passed my aunts’ ages of forty seven
and forty eight and celebrated for my fear went away; you were out of my mind.
That was twenty years ago and three weeks ago; you took my best friend’s life.
You are an abnormal cell that invades, grows and divides without control to
destroy the nerves, tissues, organs, blood vessels impairing their functions.
You are a complex disease that can be benign or can be malignant that kills.
Like an ivy, a vigorous and aggressive plant that grows out of control choking
other plants, damaging walls and structures and toxic to humans and pets.
Just like different types of cancer in our society, such as greed, corruption,
brutality, materialism, racism, harassment causing havoc, unrest, chaos, killings.
6/11/21 Cancer Ivy Poetry
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Internalized emotions wrought
quotidian psychological oppression
retrospective reflection courtesy
20/20 hindsight reveals absolute zero
positive development of body, mind, and spirit
extreme agitation compromised
maturation, education, and socialization
every year since being
born free and clear of obvious defects
minus alien aberration, Russian collusion...,
nor deplorable crooked Hillary accusation
and submucous cleft palate
inducing severe nasality
fraught with arduous speaking difficulty
coping, fraternizing, integrating
within ordinary circumstances
alienated, defied, horrified,
mortified, scared, zapped
yours truly, albeit analogous
experiencing ferocious, hellacious, torturous...
suffering predicated on suppressing
and/or repressing moderate slights
inflicted upon withdrawn younger self,
who lacked adroit, deft, heft...
coping with typical situations
subsequently aggravating,
exacerbating, jinxing...
to cultivate, generate,
liberate locked potential
hypothesized, premised, yoked
infantile grievous inconsolable crying
unsolved behavioral mystery
venting only for my "mommy dearest"
would utter (this from hearsay)
exhibiting extreme aversion
if other than thee birth mother
comforted, cradled, cocooned...,
an extremely reticent individual
buckling as strapping bullies
relentlessly belted jibed, taunted...
said teasing begat intimidation
(oft times mentioned other poems)
scrawny kid (me) cowed, fawned, irked,
nonetheless I remained passive against
blistering, hectoring, teasing,
which apothegm turning other cheek
avoided getting smashed pumpkin face
courtesy subservient stance
devotional acquiescence help me dog pose
prayer temporarily answered
harboring entire being
ten thousand feet beneath
avast sea of dejection
time and again repeated
alas crass harassment
absorbed into nucleus of every cell
anchored barnacle encrusted tenuous pride
in short shrift
brewing, abjection, dejection, humiliation...
"NOT FAKE" misery
inducing suicidal ideation
spurring serious delineation
allowing, enabling, proffering
permanent salvation uber vacation
among livingsocial years later overlaid
earthshaking fault finding
misbehavior gifted from
those I called mother and father.
"My college try at 'You're in a Horror film "
something has taken over his spirit
I do think I'll be his next ...
The land line rings , I answer Hello ? a response with crackling voice.
" Do you remember me , I am an old friend ? "
Who is this ? I respond noticing the rain falling hard ..
a sketchy voice response..
I am here , can't you see me?
"is this a sick Joke ? as I grab a knife for protection"
I'm calling the police ! This is Harassment !
" The police are here ' ....'in a psychotic response
The lights go out , the lightning from the storm has
hit a tree, I am scarred now, looking for all candles to light my way
A loud Knock ! Again a knock , I slam the phone down , fearfully
lock the door fast, yet trembling. It's as if someone is breathing
a cold breath with a long finger nail running down my back ..
Knock Knock again , I look out the peep hole, it is the police !
Opening the door , The Policeman says " We are checking to see
if you are Ok ? You need to let me in and stand behind me "
The policeman calls for backup to Elm Street .
" Someone said they saw a tall man with a mask and knife enter
your basement , The storm has blown out the electricity, lines are down "
Grabbing the cordless, I respond " someone just called , scarring me! "
That is not possible , these lines have been down for hours , the person
driving by called prescient on a cell.
I try to get a line and the phone is dead ....
The policeman is searching the home with a flashlight .
As he goes into the Kitchen I see a large knife in his Back shirt ,
Now he is laughing ..the phone rings ..
'you're in a Horror movie contest '
Has society taken a wrong turn
Is there something we can learn,
From the viciousness printed by the press
To the sick trolls on the internet,
Who hide behind their computer screens
And post sick twisted things which are obscene,
In forms of posts and memes.
Meanwhile the media divides
With it’s xenophobic cries,
Full of hate and discriminatory
I want you to love not hate me,
Is this way to much to ask
That kindness and compassion should last
But anger and negativity is easier to muster and to feel,
Quick to rise deep inside and takes no thought,
So no intellectual reprises needed
Which is no suprise at all.
Why I ask do people think it’s ok to disrespect other people
In so many different ways
And if you met those who act in these sick displays,
Tend to be strangely normal by day,
When out of their bedrooms or their dark basements they come,
From their safe zone to carry out harassment
But interesting journalist who are often
Public school and university educated,
Have no excuse for their intellectual displacement,
Reporting and participating in fake and divisive news,
Trashing people’s reputations
And subjecting them to abuse,
As ordered by their oligarchy muse
Who shape the stories to direct and control societies views.
Where has our free and independent press gone
Seems now that ideal is truly now bygone.
The challenge for us who are not this way
Is to bring about a real change,
That steers people intellectually and spiritually away,
From the viciousness of hate,
To bring about a society where people care and share
And shine love and light there,
As an example of what's true and right
To make this future hopeful and bright,
So we can celebrate the power and the might,
Of standing up for liberty and people’s rights,
To be who and what they choose to be,
To live lives and hold beliefs in a society where they are free
And where people understand the ability
To use the internet to connect,
Learn to understand different cultures and creeds
And be able to share beliefs and become more tolerant
When they see that as one humanity,
That we are all different and yet still unique
And where we can grow spiritually,
Into to better people ultimately.
The midnight hour,a lonely road
She walks alone
A ping she hears- it's from her phone:
"Where are you?"Mum asks in a worried tone.
"Almost there",she texts, moving fast,
Not caring how much time has passed.
Soft music hums within her ears,
The flicker of street lights appear.
But then she hears the steps draw near-
Her pulse quickens, replaced by fear.
"Is someone behind?" she whispers low,
Her heart begins its anxious flow.
She starts to walk, her pace is swift,
The night grows darker as shadows shift .
It cloaks the world in a heavy veil,
Her safety now begins to fail.
"Wait!"-a voice, it chills her spine,
Sweat beads down, she's out of time.
Her hope dissolves like fading light,
She turns, trembling, in the night.
A shaggy man with a gleaming knife,
A cunning grin-he stalks her life.
He rushes close, a predator's grace,
Ready to steal her last embrace.
"Leave me!" she pleads, as he grips tight,
No one to help in the hollow night.
Her screams are lost, her cries ignored,
He drowns her soul wth violent force.
Into the bushes, he's pulled her aside,
Beats her, ripping her clothes with his hollow pride.
So much has happened, yet worse to come-
Her nightmare has just begun.
He tramples her, a fragile bloom,
Crushing petals, sealing doom.
Her bruises spread, her body torn,
Her mind so hurt, her soul worn.
The monster knows his ways too well,
A secret crime, no one to tell.
There she lies, limp , watching his knife-
He's ready now to take her life
She begs with hands that bleed and shake,
But mercy's something he won't make.
A flash of steel, her stolen breath,
She meets her end in silent death.
He flees, his guilt tucked deep inside,
His manly pride a hollow lie.
And there she lays, the forest still,
The waning moon, her final will.
Her rosy cheeks will blush no more,
Her life erased, her grace sore.
A senseless death, a cruel hand,
The night keeps secrets, as it planned.
The monster shall not meet his fate,
Her family mourns, forever late.
The midnight hour, a lonely road,
She lays alone, her story told.
The broken phone again it rings:
"Where are you?" the message clings.