Long Harsher Poems
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The reaper rhymes a rhyme to Riddle me
"Your Castles gone", he said, "now go be free"
But "What" I pray, "will be my Legacy?"
"The air you breathe, these words you speak to me"
"But man", I cried "is judged by his possessions"
"On earth", he said "these things are mans obsession"
These truths I fear lead only to confession
"Confess" he cried, "let that be your progression"
I only craved the Wealth that others claim
The money, the lifestyle and the fame
The Celtic Tigress roars within her shame
A Nation left unbridled writhes in pain
You say your faith is strong, yet you despair
Again he says "you speak and breathe Gods air"
For this alone my friend should bring you cheer
"There are far harsher crosses you could bear"
Oh can't you see I struggle, day by day
These Tears I cry can't wash my Sins away
The debt amassed is more than I can pay
"Have Faith", he sighed, for "help is on its way"
Apothecary ease my wearied thoughts
The battle flares again, each time it's fought
As time it flies and leaves me here distraught
God knows in time, it's only time I've bought
"Behold the Gifts you hold within your reach"
"Are you not Blessed with Word enough to Preach?"
"Preach what" I screamed, your favour I beseech
"That Love of God is Fading out of Reach?"
While 'Naked', peoples lives unfold in drama
A shirt and tie, be the Politicians armour
We wait in line to gather Heavens mana
While drowning in a sea of Celtic Kharma
A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease
We return to slumber
In the electric comfort
Of artificiality that is our lives
We revel in the false sense of our own
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the real world, harsher realities
Till only a loss of electric life or death, finite
Our comfort zone is rot, lost, and won
Something jars us back to reality
Of the world so frail
So it goes for everything n anyone
We are wrapped in ourselves
We are ignorant of the truth, in flesh
We hid in the comfort of our arrogance
We whitewash our history
We tell ourselves one thing
We miss direct our attention
With glamour, illusions, n media broadcasts
Peel back the thin layer of civility
See the bones of mortality
The flesh of humanity
The blood of our souls, vanity
We are primal and dangerous
Everything foretold, lost
We are comforted by our excesses
We fear what we cannot hold
And believe all we are sold
As we turn in for a much-needed reprieve
A needed night's rest, we are in our woolen
Wilds and slumber in our hypocrisy.
7th October, 2023. Israel.
“Shabbat Mourning”
the War commenced
with morning, rudely awakened,
unrest.
some say,
it has arrived,
the biblical Apocalypse.
some say,
not war, just another
haggling loose rabble skirmish.
Hamas
says,
“God is Great!”
Netanyahu
says,
“we are at War!
And we will
win
this War!”
everything over
before begun;
Winter is coming
harsher than
before
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“Our enemy will pay a price the type of which it has never known,” Netanyahu said in a video statement.
Beside the schoolyard stands a tattered flag,
Raised long ago by hands now lost to time.
Its colors drained beneath an uncaring sun;
Some swear it paled with age, some claim it always shone.
And over years new stories clothed its face,
Yet none approach the truth of what it was:
A banner once of liberty and hope,
Forgotten by the ones it stood to guard—
The folk of Enotita, swept away
By what humanity had wrought at last.
A land once filled with hope and grace
Now gone to waste from war and great discord
The flag once lifted upon land so great
Has now surrendered to a harsher fate
When winters sub-zero arrives !!!!
Attention Homeless !!!
For your survival !!!
For you, who have been forced – by the hand of fate,
by circumstances beyond your control or by your choice
to live in the arms of Mother Nature, the shelter of a derelict house
- no longer a home – or some abandoned building on the fringes.
Come winters coldest dance ( minus six degrees Celsius )
you will be able to find warmth, comfort, shelter and compassion
from the harsher elements of winters by attending
Our Lady of Fatima’s – Knights of Columbus Hall,
located at the corner of Shaughnessy and Fraser in PO CO .
A notice will be posted on the door of Share’s Food Bank,
Trinity United Church 2215 Prairie Avenue Port Coquitlam
when this shelter will be provided for your benefit.
Please pass the word along to those you know
whom we may not reach through our network.
Prepared for winter of 2004 by
B. J. “A” 2
May 24th 2014
We always found some magic in the little things in life
Never worrying about material things the way people do now
There was no extra income, barely making ends meet
But we always made it through the hard times somehow
Struggling was a way of life, not a reason to complain
Helping out your neighbor was just the way that things were done
Men worked in the mines, women worked in the home
Everyone was busy long after the setting sun
There were no governmental dependents waiting for a check
No entitlement minded robots like we have today
We were responsible for our own support
The world owed us nothing, we all paid our own way
They were better days just struggling to survive
We had a sense of purpose, thanking God we were alive
Sometimes I cry for yesterday when life was so very hard
Our lives may have been embattled but our wills were never scarred
We had little materialistically, without a spoon to stir
If you ask if they were harsher days, I’ll tell you yes, they were
We had love and understanding no matter what would occur
If you ask me if they were better days, I’ll tell you yes, they were.
What unjoined Fortunes thwart us? Rare Chance knows!
Though you are young like spring, we have this time:
in fellowship, we commune in your prime.
Before long, all your hardships, trials, and woes
at last shall be but misery that goes,
far, far away. Once hid in harsher clime,
our link is now revealed in this true rhyme:
the mutual bond we share much stronger grows.
We're inspired, each, though we're both worlds apart:—
in mine, lovers unite despite their crime;
in yours, with brush you paint eternal art:
forever never meeting, space and time,
though, never can test our love;—for to depart
our fates, and not to join, tempts the Sublime.
I have been struggling with a faded thought
until my mind's become confused and tangled.
At a crossroad, this battle is being fought
between my stubborn brain and wounded heart.
I've great fear one of them will be strangled.
I thought I knew what my life was all about,
but perhaps my heart has been deceived.
I'm suffering a sense of loss; filled with doubt
hoping I haven't taken a misguided route.
I'm finding that life is not as I had perceived.
Their controversy is deeply rooted down,
encompassing what is far beyond my vision.
I search my memory, but it makes me frown,
and my grieving heart will not backdown.
I'm left wrestling in the wallows of indecision.
I won't deny that what troubles me the most
is my attempt at arbitration has gone unheeded.
I'd just as soon try reasoning with a bedpost,
than a brain and heart that are nearly sclerosed.
Neither wants to be the one who has conceded.
I'm fervently trying to make them understand
that if there's to be any hope of our salvation,
they must stop their outrageous grandstand
before I'm forced to give a harsher reprimand.
They suggested I give the other a total ablation!
Surgically remove my brain? I gave it thought,
but it was something that I would have to keep.
We'd all expire if I agreed to dispose of my heart.
That certainly would not be clever on my part!
My anatomy is cursed with two black sheep!
I'm stuck in the middle and I've made a decision,
to threaten them to make peace or they're out.
If they don't come to terms, I'll have to audition
for a new mind and heart who'll be in submission.
I felt a bit cruel, but enjoyed watching them pout!
A bumblebee buzzes in the family garden.
Gathering dust as it fans its wings.
But the aftershocks of a rumor pardon
Leaves the beggar bowl with fewer things.
The flowers sway in the gentle breeze.
Their petals are a rainbow of colors bright.
But the bumblebee's hum seems ill at ease.
As it struggles to stay aloft in flight.
The garden was once a place of peace.
Now echoes with a harsher sound.
The buzz of gossiping tongues won't cease.
And it's tearing the garden to the ground.
The bumblebee, with its simple ways,
Is a reminder of what's true that withstood.
But the rumors and lies of current days,
Are a poison that's spreading through the neighborhood.
So let's tend to our gardens with care.
And nurture the beauty that lies within.
For when we sow seeds of love and share,
Our garden will flourish and grin.
Written: June 06, 2023
The saga of this brave, courageous land,
A noble tale of ultimate survival,
As simple as a second nature born,
As plain as seasons turning warm from frost,
As sure as changes rule a helpless beast
That learns to rise until it breaks the storm.
Survival’s not for those of brutal strength,
But more so for the agile waking mind,
For stubborn willed to brave the longest haul.
They grab whatever tool is close at hand,
Adapting just to keep the spark alive;
One sees this striking trait from miles away.
With resource found inside a clever sleeve
They live, though tapped water runs dry for long,
And power lines refuse to hold a charge,
The fridge when turns to hollow wooden box,
The dinner spoils in front of famished maws,
And TV box to distant memory.
With meagre means to parse the cause for blame,
Their daily woes have hardened to plain habit.
A million brothers face the self-same plight
Of long, perennial, exhausting lack—
The blockades from a hostile neighbour's hand,
Made harsher by a wild, quixotic head.
‘The isle is poised to fall at any hour,’
Predicts the brash, proudest arrogant foe,
Who little knows the dour, determined mind
That thrives on less and walks the extra mile;
To Trump’s own face, the land’s not prone to fall,
Defying predictions of sudden end.
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