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I do a lot of public speaking.
No problems.
Easy for me.
Maybe one or two butterflies wake up down below,
but, nothing that really upsets me so.
I work in the field of Emergency Management.
I prepare companies on how to respond to crises.
On a few occasions,
I have helped these organizations at time of disaster.
No problem.
I stay calm; I do not succumb to panic.
My butterflies remain docile and dormant.
But as soon as I see a pretty woman,
the butterflies start to awake.
Should she get closer to me,
they begin to swarm and multiply.
Should I attempt to talk to her,
the butterflies revolt in a frenzied, sporadic dance of fluttering panic.
The flapping wings churn my stomach;
The collective energy heat my body causing
sweat to flow from every pore; including the palms of
my hands and the forehead no longer protected by the
camouflage of hair.
I have tamed and trained my butterflies
to remain calm under the most stressful situations known to man –
except one!
So, should a winged creature get caught in my throat, preventing me from talking;
Or, butterflies clutter my brain causing me to say the most idiotic things;
Or the collection of butterflies take to flight, quickly scurrying me away from you –
I hope you understand.
An old cow Bholi and it's cub were running
Hard to save their lives from the flogging
A young boy having stick with lather laced
Was chasing them, showering flogs with mighty hand.
Bhola:
Mom, why we are beaten so bitterly?
What are our faults today?
My young blood is running hard in veins
I want to teach him a lesson just now
If you allow me to save ourselves
I can hit him with my sharp horns.
Bholi:
No! No! My dear ,don't do this mistake
For God's sake, Please
First run hard to save ourselves
After an hour hard race
They were facing face to face
Breathing hard under open sky
An angry ox not a cub now
Asked questions for proud now
Why did you stop me to teach him
A lesson in his method, poor cow?
Bholi:
My dear Bhola
Your name and my name were fixed
By my kind master who loved both us
The chasing boy was his only son
I didn't want to hurt my master
So I stopped to hurt him.
Bhola:
What a ridiculous!
Kind master kind master
A homeless foodless
Jobless timid cow
How could you justify it?
Bholi:
My dear son
The master and his son are not our real enemies
Our real enemy is UNEMPLOYMENT
Now i am barren due to old age
And you are jobless due to machineries
The few years ago i gave them milk
And bull helped them in farming.
I couldn't say how much they loved us.
NO WORK NO FOOD
This is the rule of Nature.
Bhola:
If no work, no food is the rule
I will fight against the rule.
I will raise my voice for dignity
I will fight till last breath.
The earth is not only for humans
It is also for us.
I will fight, I will fight
I will strike for sake of you.
Bholi:
Please don't do this nonsense
Nobody is here to hear
You will get punished, dear.
Some rebellious bulls
And their leader Bhola
Was standing in midst of highway
A loud noise for deaf ears
WE WANT JOB
WE WANT JOB
GIVE JOB US or BREAD US with honour
We are not lazy and crazy .
Theirs voices were lost
In crusade of traffic jam
Some cops came to solve the jam
Rebelion Bhola declared mad
Soon they shot down the bull.
Was a civil rights leader, born Coretta Scott,
On June 18 1953 her and MLK tied the knot.
She shared the same dream as King,
Many people knew that she could sing.
January 22, 2019
Alexis Y.
Not for contest
Coretta Scott King (April 27, 1927 – January 30, 2006) was an American author, activist, civil rights leader, and the wife of Martin Luther King Jr. Coretta Scott King helped lead the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s. She was an active advocate for African-American equality. King met her husband while attending graduate school in Boston. They both became increasingly active in the American Civil Rights Movement. She was also a singer, and often incorporated music into her civil rights work
I circled Burgos Cathedral three times
Waiting for Elizabragueta Chuminova to come out
Because She was visiting the Cathedral
With the idea of first seeing
The Papamoscas automaton
Which opens its mouth every hour on the hour
While moving its right arm
To strike the clapper of a bell
Which is the same thing I do
When I try to have sex with her
As she herself says.
When I was about to turn around for the fourth time
She came out, so beautiful¡
Like a Lithuanian puppy
Announcing herself with those two breasts
And a healthy lively smile
And how hot that Lithuanian girl was!
I didn't mind the tiredness of the turns
Because I was being helped by my walking stick
Besides, when I saw her
My cock got hard
Remembering in an instant
That day when she chose me
As her boyfriend or husband
On a trip she took to Cantalejo
With the Segovian Center
And that glorious moment
When she let me her like a lamb
When we escaped holding hands
Crossing the San Juan River
Having sex until we were exhausted
At the top of a hollowed-out cliff
In whose hollow long ago
The shepherds had sex with the goats
Projecting over us
The shadow of the griffon vulture
Feeling the bubbling of the water
Like me, and her, my ejaculation
In Her Fallopian Tubes.
Quite a sight to behold
Because of the Iberian Painted Frog
That was watching us!
Because of my clothes and appearance
She chose me
Without knowing that I was nothing more than a peasant
Who had booked a room for one night
At the El Rosal country house for 38 euros
Caring nothing more about her
Than being able to have sex with her
By the San Juan River
She thought I was rich
Because I told her that all those spaces
Of resinous pines and sown fields that she saw
Were as much hers as mine.
When she realized the deception
She didn't care and we got married
In the Chapel of Christ of the Eggs
Because we loved each other
Although she threatened me, saying:
-Be careful what you do from now on
Because, if you fail me, my forever friend
From your carnal clapper
I will make a fan.
In another universe I was a dominant spouse
Like a dictator I relentlessly ruled my house
Wedded a dainty damsel from another city
My first flame of desire, she was wonderfully witty
My need for control exceeded the limits of the sky
Never paused to introspect on the reasons why
I demanded treatment of a king and nothing less
I believed my life was perfect, pouring with success
She was a silent servant doing all the dirty dishes
Never helped her with cooking, nor satisfied her wishes.
She mopped every filthy floor all alone
I forbade her to bring her friends and family home
Her father said "Do not treat her like a slave!"
But who was he to dictate how I should behave?
My father said "You're the man. Control your wife!"
I never knew her patient presence would soon exit my life
My hand spoke a language mirrored by the mark on her face
With a packed suitcase, she hurried home in haste
Solitude was all I had to reluctantly embrace
My future self had realized my conduct was a disgrace
Her unforgettable frown never fades in my mind
How could my younger self have been so unkind?
The earie echo of embarrassment weighs me down
For all that haunts my mind is her frail frown
Forgive me! I never had friends nor a social life
Nor learned to take care of the heart of my wife
God's lesson I've learned. The message I spread...
Make your wife your queen from the day you wed!
In another universe I was a tyrannical spouse
Until God took her away from my prison house
And gave her to another man who was versatile
He regarded her with high respect and made her smile
Two years later, appeared my new beautiful bride
After a lesson well learned, I let go of my pitiful pride
I still have more to learn on treating her with respect
Thank you, God, for pushing me to self-reflect.
I pray my better side radiates in my future
For I promise my new love I will nurture
My future self will portray intentions of my heart...
For us to unite with strength and never grow apart
Written for the poetry contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
NB: Written from the point of view of the male in the poem. The speaker of the poem is not the writer of the poem.
The yin and yang
Of heavy heart
Orange female tiger
Male azure dragon with spark
Jubilant jaded laugh
Inside jaundice jokes
One can follow one’s path
Face what lies ahead with hope
It cannot be helped
You must weather storm
Life isn’t always fair
Always be in true form
Let go and let God
Grannie sings with faith
Be sure to guard heart
Save for rainy day
Do you learn white wisdom
From elegant emerald elders
Are you led by mission
Experience of life a welder’s
Fire to flaming silver steel
Molding you into amethyst art
However you may fuchsia feel
For growth we need light and dark
There's a hero in us all
Helping others when they fall
Picking them up off the ground
Love and care will soon surround
People who need kindness now
It is pure magic just how
One small act of passion
Takes away the pain to lessen
The burdens on others who
Feel down and very blue
Taking time to spread good cheer
In a world of pure despair
Will soon start a long reaction
To erase even a fraction
Of the sorrow we all feel
When its all too very real
All the woes making us weary
Can become a little scary
Wishing for a special idol
To wipe them out for a while
Saints with hearts full of concern
To alleviate and burn
The anguish and anxiety
Strains are let go and set free
Encouragement and tenderness
Will remedy any mess
A superstar to relinquish
Catastrophes and abolish
Irritations to restore
Bliss in a troubled life once more
An echo in the cave, a rustle in the leaves
I hear a whisper
A sound
A message
To be delivered with haste, to the soldiers at the battlefront
Lest they fall
But the message comes encrypted
Periods where there should be commas
Questions where there should be answers
Blank spaces where there should be information
Up is down
Left is right
Nothing is as should be, and the order of the day, is
Chaos
And I wonder how I am to deliver a message
Which even I, don't understand
More haste, less speed
I waited, and bode my time
The stars of the night sky, the colours of the rainbow
They, for a moment
For just a moment
Come together, to create a beautiful picture
A clearer picture
Breaking the laws of the nature to decrypt the message, and teach me the first lesson
"Anything is possible"
Amidst all the chaos
Tears shed, friends gone
Time passed
Blood bled, errors made
Love lost
In the eye of the storm, there's calm
The whispers get louder and louder
And I get the message
Courage, is not the absence of fear, but the presence of an action, in the face of fear
Honesty, is telling the truth, without waiting to be asked
Hope, is seeing no road to where you want to go, but seeing yourself at your destination
Loyalty, is building a boat, and going down with the ship
Trust, is knowing that you can get hurt, but believing that you won't
And
Love, is giving, without wanting back
I thanked the rainbow, the stars, the wind
And all that helped me in writing this message
After I wrote down all I was told
I sealed it
And sent it to the soldiers at the battlefront
"The Meaning of Nothing"
They won the war
My Life lesson
Looking back in time
Is not always the best thing to do
But the past has shaped who I am
And helped me learn a thing or two
I have learned so many things
Some are good and some not great
But I think what I learned the best
Is the ability not to hate
I wasted lots of valuable time
Hating because of the pain
Inflicted by uncaring thought
I hurt yes, but they remained the same
Finally the truth was shown
The misery just mine to claim
So I got down on my knees
And prayed to God in his Name
I asked Him to forgive me
And to please let me see the light
And he answered me with wisdom
To see what is wrong and what is right
Hate only hurts the hater
Was the lesson that I learned
So no more will I ever hate
It was only me that had gotten burned
Connie Moore
04/19/2014
I open the book of time once more and again
outside snowflakes fall and my world is full of snow
a thousand knife's stab my heart forever and ever
I see my memories scattering like dust
I have been so sad these past days with tears falling
for this part of the journey cannot be helped
at times my thoughts turn to stone then take flight
enraptured with drifting words ... I compose
have known defeat, and deep love, beauty and ugliness
I have crawled out of the darkness to begin again
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1. Tattered Memories, 12/06/2024
2. Christmas Tranquility, 12/07/24
3. Chance Encounter, 12/14/2024
4. Lay My Body Down, 11/12/2024
5. They Say Time Heals, 11/01/24
6. It cannot be helped, 10/24/24
7. Light That Lights All Lights, 12/07/24
8. Blissful Words, 09/05/2024
9. Vanishing, 09/07/24
10. The Scars I Carry, 08/19/24