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Be most willing to cast your lot:
In brisk mulling sharp poke spears plot.
Craft hides my face in a plain look,
To fit rare trace in a shrewd hook.
It seems quite clear in mime and mask,
To front sly cheer that fatal task.
I style a smile through my bright mask,
Guile is worthwhile in my set task.
What aids the harsh in vile refrains
Is but good blush to anchor gain.
Obsess odd rhyme for timely pierce,
I bide my time with mindset fierce.
Thus what I speak strings loaded chance,
For my words streak a hidden dance.
To each a mask that stokes the lies,
As fear can bask sad coward's sigh.
What horrors here come forth to greet
In furious fear on dubious streets?
Leon Enriquez
09 September 2018
Singapore
I have
I am
I live under rain
With a roof in-between
I still live with the pain
Toothaches and dementia dreams
Seems so unreal
Young, with boldness, I grasp at the future
Blizzards all white… nothing to see
Dead babies, lost wars
Falling bombs that never land
Petty crimes, handcuffs laughing
No legs to carry my hopes
No arms to reach for the sky
I swim inside the horrors
I have it all
No monsters under my bed, nothing to fear
Cotton candy dreams
Lovers who only scream
Alone sipping coffee, forget the cream
Sugar coated illusions
My life camouflaged unseen
So I smile and laugh as I stand tall
No one sees the desperation as I fall
Black rose and sanguine pensive moods
Why?
Am I so miss-understood
Headless
Driftwood in the sea
Too Near To Death
I have lived too near to death
to give it sway, walked hand in hand,
weighed it in the balance of the days
hidden in the darkness of its lies.
For death is neither quick, nor well
prepared, unsure why he was summoned
way too soon to tend the dying of one
bent on life. So it was we walked our
lonely path brought together by the
whim of chance, entwined in tryst
of tyrants killing will, bound in a
union cursed from the start, a dance for
which he never had the heart, as
death prefers the sudden form of
self and rues the days he wandered
at my side. I have touched the hem of
death’s long, putrid robes, tempted
him in times of failing trust, toyed
with the freedom of release, begged
for the silence of his peace, and yet
refused to use his hands to comfort
me, withdrew my pleas, for I had sworn
an oath to never give the bastards call
to gloat - so stood and honed my anger
into truth - so stood and waged my
battle with life’s brute. Death wept at
our parting, freeing me from debts
life had incurred. Death wept on
hearing of the horrors I’d endured.
I have been close to death and found
that he is in no rush - for time is his
lone ally. For all of us must die
and even Death himself takes issue
when he must come too soon.
10/23/2014
Submitted to Near Death or Near Life Experience – Poetry contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
at the tavern in the darkening hours
a drunkard swallows the small world reflected in his glass
at one gulp, emboldened, he dances with inflamed eyes
brandishing the ornamental sword taken down from the wall
and yells “I conquered the world, I unified the country”
“wow, be careful! you may hurt the others”
when the sword, however, fails to find the sworn enemy
to thrust or to slash
the aimless point of the sword flashes through the air
and each time he wields the sword sparks fly
when the sword dance becomes wilder, the world
under the drunkard’s feet staggers; the drunkard
pours the unbalanced world into his glass
and shares out his spoils looted while dancing the wild sword dance
“hey, you! haven’t you heard of Hess’ Law before?”
it’s pitiful to watch the defeated ones lying on the floor
bleeding from their wounds, the horrors heaped up all day
turn into darkness, and as darkness thickens
a stray glimmering star appears in the sky above the horizon
the star looking at its own image
reflecting in the little world in the glass
falls from the sky intoxicated by the smell of hard liquor
becomes a drop of dew and sleeps lying on a street lamp
A lot of respect Julia to you..In going through the horrors (some isrealis) put on you.'
Among so many others, all advocates
For fairness and peace' yet upon you all
Was violence and torture put, that was
The only gifts they released.' I believe we
Would not see 'eye to eye?' On really every
Thing.' Yet we both as real Australians
i'll say will would look into
just everything.' So despite
Any dichotomy.' Of which there are many
In the world, i say welcome to my heart you
Have done your best.? Yeah gurl.' No need
For all the violence, no need for all the hate
That is now as oppresive and a bad religion.? No its not a bit of me, my mates.' I say leave each Nation to live at rest, to work it
Out for themselves, its maybe fir the best.' No
More lobbying for armouerments, no more
Blood for oil, no more secret satanic
rituals set..
By the name of Jesus, I say' may all such evil fail
fall and fall.'
Asleep on the bed
your new arms and legs
placed neatly on the chair by your side.
I see your eyes moving rapidly
testifying to the horrors
that are still alive in your head.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
I had to find you.
Search the hospitals
and berate the secrecy
that masquerades as comradeship.
That thing that soldiers do.
Why did they hide you from me?
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
Or, is it that you were hiding?
Your wish not to be found?
Did you think I would not keep
the promises we made each other?
I have you now; you are found
and loved as ever you were.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
I cannot imagine your pain
but it shows clearly on your face
I see the anguish; you had plans;
dreams of children yet to be.
What they took from you
does not make you less than a man.
How can I tell you
that all that I need came back to me?
Parents so proud four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland in the pre-war days
On their crofts they worked morning till night
Unknown to them then of a future fight
The Germans have invaded a country so free
Poland was taken, the world shaken visually
Britain declares war as our men enlist
To rid the enemy as the fighting shifts
Europe's engulfed in a feverish war
Many are dying to comprehend what for
Four brothers sign up to fight
Soon a mother will pray every night
Campaigns they fight in, these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors never seen before
In their garden at home on the family crofts
Lies a bed of roses with petals so soft
Then one day with a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red in deathly stance
Their mother turns to the gate she looks
Telegram in hand from the postman she took
With trembling hands she opens with care
Upon reading the message in tear laden stare
Their eldest son in Africa was lost
As many many others deaths global cost
Every day as she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom her tomorrow's fear grows.
.
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2014
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war4.php
I'm shivering, naked, I'm amidst bodies on a cart
All I remember is looking up awaiting the water
Entangled I am seeing grimaced pinked faces
And a solumn looking sky very close to tears
Now discarded, left, sensing a sweet acrid smell
Knowing the await, soon the others and I
Time passes as I drift in and out of reality
Then night falls, as I awaken to quieting sobs
Accents I hear, that I'd only ever heard in movies
Aghast gasps of witnessed horrors befall my ears
Crisp morning airs adorn my emaciated frame
Slowly my eyes open to a cacophony of cries
Gently I feel my skeletal existance being carried
Choked voices console as I blearily scan
A silent emptiness abounds, even chimney stacks
No more I see these ills, these evils, they!
Mind trick
As I enter I am conscious
Of the dangers and effects
Even though it is alluring
I’ll regret in retrospect
But my mind just keeps persisting
This time too it’ll have its way
Even though I’m well acquainted
With the things it will display
And it’s just like at the movies
I am ready and all set
Soon my mind will start projecting
All the things I must forget
And I sit there while reliving
Awful things that made me sad
All the while infatuated
By the impact they once had
Though petrified I keep on viewing
Now and then I make a sound
I now see to my confusion
That these visuals still haunt
But the courage still eludes me
To get up and leave this space
And the horrors I’m enduring
Can be seen upon my face
As I slowly am regaining
The awareness that I lost
I agree my mind has tricked me
To forget what it would cost
So again I start the struggle
To escape the void I’m in
With a temporary promise
Not to enter here again.
Wendy Nipas
Do not be afraid or terrified
For the Lord your God is with you.
He will never leave you nor forsake you.
Even when you face horrors,
Troubles bigger than mountains,
Even then be strong,
Do not be discouraged,
For what good will that do the Lord.
He who created the earth and the universe
Can build a whole new world for you
Take hold of His Word.
And His love that is eternal
For the Lord delights in His children.
Those who love the LORD.
Shall see goodness in His life.
They shall be blessed
And with their very own lips
They shall say:-
"Praise the Lord my God
Who has spoken light into my life
and separated me from the darkness.
He has made a whole new world for me."
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