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They portray classic detachment,
impaired empathy
I ask God about this question,
“Why took … so long to see?”
To see what was so obvious
to God, but not to me
Because saw, what wanted to see,
not true … reality
Charming and Charismatic,
great in jobs that they do
But behind closed doors, out of sight,
ungodly way … treat you
Their condescending bullies, yet,
quite generous when they give
Keep a tally, and bring it up
every day … that you live
They think they hear what you're thinking
tell you, you’re always wrong
That you're nothing, have no value,
think their right … all day long
They demean you and your best friends
consider them all jerks
Your interest and purpose in life,
criticize … with a smirk
New vocabulary Doc’s teach,
“Flying Monkeys”,” Gaslight”,
“Gray- Rock”, terms used when to
“Narcissistic” conduct … cite
To Bear Witness
To bear witness … and awaken the world … he’ll rise:
Helpless to halt routine horrors he’s seeing,
A scared, adolescent boy of slender size,
Nabbed and dehumanized solely for “being”,
Keeps records of the cruelty his captors devise.
Yesterday once stayed his tenacious tenant of time,
Occupying today in recurrent roles of reprise,
Until death voided its lease, evicting crisis from crime.
Exiled to sight and sound, languages always languish:
Lone words, limited mediums too dull and shallow,
Impaired all the expressions of their author’s anguish,
Except to press, “What shall humanity hold hallow?”
Woven together, his words threaded truths for which he fought,
Iterating a haunting testimony of torment.
Emancipated prose, sprung from his mind’s prison distraught,
Sew our human bond on basted seams of past and present:
Empathy must be a measure of our moral fitness
Lest we lose lessons taught by he who lived … to bear witness!
E. V. Wyler
It was Hannah’s young dream to win golds,
At Paralympics because she was born blind,
So she races in the visually impaired class,
S12 along with many other blind swimmers.
Both Hannah’s parents are sporty and athletic,
So they wanted Hannah to participate in sport,
So they all chose swimming having no focus,
No balls, no team mates, others to focus on.
Hannah loved it, and after seeing Simmonds,
Swimming at the Beijing Paralympics in 2008,
She asked her parents if she could swap clubs,
‘Cos she wanted to take the risk, do more hours.
At the 2012 London Games Hannah won thrice,
A silver for the 400m freestyle, bronze for back,
And another bronze for the 100m S12 butterfly.
In the 2013 Worlds she took 3 silvers, 1 bronze.
In 2015 at the Worlds again, this time in Glasgow,
Hannah sealed 1 gold medal in the 50m freestyle,
And another silver 100m freestyle, so in Portugal,
At the Euros 2016, she won one of each medal.
In Rio she took the gold for the 100m backstroke,
In a time of 1:06.06, 6 seconds faster than Matio;
She trains, exercises in Woking Swimming Club,
And studies sports science at Salford University.
Here's a song lyrics that incorporates the themes and ideas you provided:
[Intro]
(Sensual R&B beat starts playing)
In the old world, where grandeur reigns
Luxury and opulence, the elevated trains
Royalty and high-class, a world apart
Where the elite reside, and the wealthy start
[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like a king, got my crown on tight
Maybach music playing, it's a royal night
I'm sipping on the finest, got my feet on the floor
I'm the master of my fate, and I'm asking for more
In the Great Basin, where the Shoshone roam
I'm the Snake Indian, with the rhythm in my bones
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Verse 2]
Northern Paiute people, we're co-located in style
Federally recognized, our tribe's worth your while
We're dancing through the night, with the music in our souls
Our traditional settlements, where our ancestors made us whole
From the mountains to the valleys, our legacy remains
We're the royalty of the land, with the snake's deadly games
[Chorus]
Snake you up, snake you up, take you down with flair
Snake you up, snake you up, got the sensual beat in the air
Snake you up, snake you up, moving to the rhythm and the sound
Snake you up, snake you up, got the luxury all around
[Bridge]
In the old world, where the grandeur reigns
We're the modern-day royalty, with the Maybach music and the gains
We're living life like kings and queens, with the luxury at our feet
We're the masters of our fate, with the sensual beat
[Outro]
(Sensual R&B beat continues to play)
Snake you up, snake you up, one last time
We're the Snake Indians, with the rhythm and the crime
Snake you up, snake you up, it's a royal affair
With the luxury and the opulence, we're leaving you impaired.
Note: The lyrics are written in a way that pays homage to the Shoshone people and their culture, while also incorporating the themes of luxury, opulence, and grandeur. The repetition of "snake you up" is meant to be a sensual and rhythmic element, rather than a literal reference to the snake.
Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,
Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As exuberance of yore in travails of life recedes,
Recalling seasons pristine, ravishing, blossoming
When youth ruled meadows of blazing revelry,
Reckoning lately though, how summer parches lilies
And winter freezes perishing autumnal leaves,
Unsure whether sunlit-dawn tomorrow brings,
If life’s graying themes can still invoke dreams~
As blunt reality confronts passions embellished.
Yet, life emulates pride of battered old oak tree
Mangled and broken, withering in gusty winds
But, standing steadfastly aiming for centuries
Rejoicing birds frolicking, concert of hatchlings,
And it too sways merrily ignoring bleak warnings
Beckoning alluringly reluctant, fading feelings
To tango in ballroom of life for yet one more spin,
Conjuring ancient images of renaissance in Italy~
The Colosseum, statues, galleries full of paintings
Pulsating forever, beyond bounds of mortality
Weathered, yet standing, as battered old oak tree
And aged-existence that defiantly keeps ticking.
November 24, 2021
Placed 2nd: “W” New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Weathered
The storm was approaching, we thought... should we scramble?
To stay may be risky, should we take the gamble?
We had our provisions, and we thought "We're prepared".
We bought batteries, and candles, and in no way impaired.
The windows we shuttered, and we battened the hatches,
Stocked up on propane, canned goods, and more matches.
The skies rained down, oh the strong winds we heard,
Debris flying everywhere, the sight was absurd.
The weather channel, we watched with impending doom,
As the storm changed it's path, we now needed a safe room.
The eye passed over, and all was eerily silent,
Then the wind switched directions, becoming even more violent.
The roof held tight, but the shingles they flew,
We stayed huddled together, what else could we do?
The large palm trees blew over, and the windows they rattled.
When it was finally over, what a storm we had battled.
We walked outside, feeling like survivors of war,
But we had no idea, what was really in store.
There were houses destroyed, and dreams that were shattered,
Our car was still there, but it looked pretty battered.
The friends and neighbors they came, and we all worked together,
We would build all again, and hope it lasts forever.
-Mary Waldeck
Whispers
The light whispers gently graze my neck...
My body shivers at the touch. ..
I quickly turn around but he is gone....
Gone with the wind...
I pace for grace all around but no where to be found...
Oh where could he be?
I tire after awhile.
This cat and mouse game...
Is it a fable or am I not able?
I pace for grace all around but no where to be found...
Lost about I want to shout...
Did I glimpse the fingerprints?
Impaired by my sight I must take flight...
I pace for grace all around but no where to be found...
Left in the shadows, oh how I cower...
My imagination is wild the images are defiled...
A test of faith but am I too late?
I pace for grace all around... but no where to be found...
The end
It took along time to make sense of it,
runaway problems sitting duck intensive,
the life it sucked,
I never believed all areas of my life could turn on me
while no one would do what right,
alone all the time in a losing fight,
picked the wrong tactics they changed my life
went down like a warrior slowly dies
so surprised as each life line provides no life
just a line lead to a guy
the cheek of friends who said I lie
they wonder why their sliced
so much happened so did I
somehow knew to say goodbye,
but now I get it and the reason's known
I can forget and go on my own
conclusions of the boss reveal
she’s ugly she’s stupid and mentally ill
or impaired, a text book narcissist I shouldn't care,
Sarah there are things I could do to you,
but your punishment is being you,
I would hate to be you
selfish egotistical and delude,
can’t handle criticism when most adults can
a head believing you’re so important
someone slow to understand
areas of your life always dormant,
my existence is what you envy
popular handsome and always trending,
cus I was basically the man in that hotel,
it’s not big headed it’s on reflection,
I had a thing with all the girls in reception, but you
many in the restaurant and housekeeping too,
when men attacked me I knocked them senseless
took their girl and sweat the mattress,
and friendship was something you never knew,
no one wanted to be around you, miserable mood,
i've won sporting medals
you jumped around at one gnvq,
no honour in your mantle
and I’ve got 4... more than you,
I don’t even know what they’re for,
your punishment Is being you
and nothing more
I would hate to be like you
you do all the things I don't do,
I charm girls men arms length from you
you slander I lend a hand
you're short fat and small
I'm athletic broad and tall
I've wit and you're a bore
you stab backs and attack backs
you're a sad act
avoid head to heads brain dead
evil perspective inner and "best"
someone to disrespect and detest
have a good life you hopeless mess
We are from the sixties, I am Marilyn, and she is Jane.
They are wearing leopard, tightly, and seem a bit insane.
We have painted our car appropriately the less smart one says.
I have no words for them. They are probably not from any res.
We are platinum blondes, Marilyn tells me, as if I am sight-impaired.
Sixties songs all the time, says the one whose laundry gets aired.
They tell of cheating husbands and the joyful road trip they are on.
A few more minutes of chatter, and these tell-alls are away and gone.
Did you hear what happened to Jane? I yell as they peel pink car away.
Marilyn gives me a happy wave; and they are out of sight that day.
They were something! My husband says, winking as if we have a joke.
They might be ridiculous, but do not deserve meanness from a bloke.
One wintry night
As the snowstorm blew in
She was dressed in black
Binged in gin
She was my girl
And i loved her so
But her constant drinking
We could no longer grow
It's the way she changed
When she drunk so much
Like a demon possessed
Out of touch
We parted in anger
And she swore as she left
My kids and me
Bereft
Months had passed
As we lived our lives
The past behind us
Every day, is a new day arrived
On the night of the storm
My kids and i
Watching a movie
Laughing and crying
Time for bed
As i tucked them in
The twins together
My darling kin
Through the night
I awoke all choked
Smoke was billowing
In fog like soak
In panic craze
I head for my twins
Their bedroom on fire
Our nightmare begins
Flames are engulfing
The hallway and stairs
Our escape route blocked
My heart in despair
To their window i carry
As the smoke thickens
Flames spreading
Blackened, sickened
Below their window
To a grass verge i drop
As the ceiling collapses
In burning hot
In smothering embers
My breathing impaired
As the heat absorbs me
In deathly scare
My skin burning
Torso in peel
As my thoughts start to cloud
Is what happening, real
Strength sapping
In burning sores
Who will look after my children
Silence
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