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Heavily broken bits strewn across the memories,
but tiny shards of life, shattered fragments,
arranged so carefully deep in her beleaguered mind.
Where once stood two reflections
staring from the maquillage stained glass
now dances one illuminate soul.
Allowing the fading music to fill her,
as notes float gently from absent lips
that once shown so bright
in the alluring appeal of geranium glow
from the mirror they so loved,
filling her with deep despair
and leaving her speechless.
Through winds of tempest their fate was blown,
a whirlwind of life and emotion.
Each the same but so very different
longing for that lasting connection
that they couldn't see was there all along,
feeling imprisoned in this lonely space,
where within this darkness you ruin me.
Whether here or in another life,
even though we may be worlds apart;
yet I know, I will again bathe in your raucous Kookaburra laughter
and the warmth of the sun in your bright smile,
as we harmonize to the sweet sound of the Willy Wagtales
like we did, as they sang out side of our childhood window.
Oh whistling trees please set me free,
please let me out of this loneliness.
Take me back to the less complicated time
when we played and day dreamed of our ultimate release
into the freedom of our grown up place.
Little did we understand that fame was just another cage.
I wonder if you stand before your mirror
and see me staring back at you.
Do you wonder where I am, who I'm with on rainy days
when the air seems cold and life seems distant.
If so, then see me smile through this glass,
and know, we will be together again, because I can't stay away from you.
It will always be you and me ...forever.
08/17/2019
IN AND OF SPELLBOUNDING AWARENESS
Pondering the journey,
It was as if God had
Put a spell on us
Until reality revealed
The truth of glorifying
Awareness of holy blessings
Of faithful determination
To mount the bucking
Stallion of oppression
And break out
Of the shackled corral
That fenced us in,
Without justice, equanimity,
And freedom,
Giving the devil power
To abort laboring birth
Of our liberation:-
Enlightened, we‘re now galloping,
With charioting forces
Over mountains, rivers, and seas,
Roping and challenging
All past and present vestiges,
Of that particular institution
That once imprisoned
Our ancestors,
And we shall no longer
Be victims of the shadowed spell
Cast upon us
By the devil’s wickedness,
For we are freed
From his mental shackles
And now control
Our own destiny
To justice and
Liberty:-
Indeed, “...a new natural mystic
Is blowing..,
And we are breathing
The air of its liberation,
Energized and directed
With audacious power—
Within and without—
To demonstrate and prove
That our Black Lives Matter
To us and the world;
For a new day
Is upon the horizon
With the rising sun
Arching Earth’s skies
With rainbowing liberation:-
So, wake up, America!
A new mystic air is blowing,
And there is no mountain
So high
Or valley so
Low
Where bigotry
Racism and fascism
Can hide or abide:
Where the air is filled
With awareness,
Peace and love,
Fools of darkness,
And oppression,
Cannot breathe:-
On earth, God rules,
Heals and chastises,
Leaving fools roaming aimlessly
In the confusion down yonder:
Unmasked in the heated slime
And fumes of His retribution:-
Thus, let us not be spellbound,
But nourish in the wisdom of
Of the truth: “Be not deceived;
God is not mocked…whatsoever
A man soweth, that shall he reap.”
Let us continue to struggle
With audacious, triumphant faith
With our eyes stayed on the prize—
Sipping from the saucer of grace—
As our cup of grace continues to overflow
From generation to generation to come:-
Without the families, the balloons,
the printed animal T-shirts
the walkways grow pensive and narrow
into unknown places.
Occasional security lights create
small pools of certainty.
The darkness in-between the glow
balloons and smothers,
wipes away the memory of laughter
and the excited screams of running children.
Nocturnal eyes hover over perch and branch,
peer from under rocks, watch each other’s lamps,
waiting for tell-tale blinks.
Big cats stir, smell prey. They see through walls
an instinctual stalk and stealthy hunt.
If you are alone in that imprisoned jungle
you will keep on the far side of the enclosures,
try to slip away from the low growls, the panting
and paw padding.
but then the moon comes out of a cloud,
you commence to howl, lope along
seeking more of that pacing fear,
more of the thickening air to draw deep into your nose,
a snout now muzzling this way and that.
Without the families, the balloons,
the printed animal T-shirts
the walkways grow pensive and narrow
into unknown places.
Occasional security lights create
small pools of certainty.
The darkness in-between the glow
balloons and smothers,
wipes away the memory of laughter
and the excited screams of running children.
Nocturnal eyes hover over perch and branch,
peer from under rocks, watch each other’s lamps,
waiting for tell-tale blinks.
Big cats stir, smell prey. They see through walls
an instinctual stalk and stealthy hunt.
If you are alone in that imprisoned jungle
you will keep on the far side of the enclosures,
try to slip away from the low growls, the panting
and paw padding.
but then the moon comes out from a cloud,
strangely, you seek more of that pacing fear,
more of the thickening air
draw it deeper into your nose,
a snout now muzzling this way and that -
you commence to howl.
I am strong, I am lean
I am part of the restless pack
I am a great wolf on the run
swift of foot and living free.
When I stare at your world
I see fat dogs that look like me.
They don't hunt, they just wait
until you feed them.
When I am hungry, I often
want to eat one.
I work hard for my food
I hunt with the pack
thrill with the chase
the exhilaration
howling with my snout uplifted
with the moon in my wake.
Then, in sheer exhaustion
I sleep under an open sky
safe in the warmth of the pack
in all kinds of weather
proud and secure with my kind.
Your dogs have human warmth
but have lost their instincts
coddled by humans who are
afraid to put them out at night
afraid they will be cold
afraid they won’t survive.
They are not free, like me
I am not imprisoned
by soft humans.
I am not soft, nor was I
meant to be soft.
I am canine, strong and free.
Picture 1 the message is sent
loud and clear to the four winds
nobody listens
Picture 2 the whirlwind roars past
leaving in its wake havoc
and broken spirits
Picture 4 drinking to old age
drowning memories in wine
that has gone sour
Picture 5 racing against time
in youthful exuberance
life turns to ruins
Picture 7 sought eternal fame
now, imprisoned in stardom
she pleads for freedom
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Contest: East Jesus
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Placed: 6th
Stillness in the Storm
It isn't too far from a conceivable image,
To perceive the vast and forgotten knowledge;
What was and still is a, yet-lost tho recoverable innate and
usable norm,
We have merely been tricked to stumble and to falter,
To see only this, yet to live and just perish..there,
According to our physical form,
That they abuse & destroy upon an altar,
Weather warfare, earthquakes and genocide, ultimately we do not care,
For we reside here and so will yet survive,
All around us - here in this, our current metaphysical realm,
The imposed Chaos though surrounding every border,
A precursor to ancient prewritten solution and clumsily enforced brutal order,
A metaphor for required need within ourselves to never fall,
Do we not see an opening here at all?
Free our minds and our souls so then; by just remaining calm, all existential fear from harm,
Calmness within, proceeding to calm without,
Our sitting and walking meditation,
Hereby dissolves the seeds of doubt,
For we are inherently spiritual of course,
This we've always known, aside all attempts to quench and stifle, All adverse intent by decrepit obstinate deceptive force,
Nothing could delete the basic gnosis of what one really is,
So never give up your regenerative powers again,
To recall and never be reborn,
Innate within us, dimmed and
disabled, but never once forlorn,
Assume what was once stolen, Resume serenity once again, and for goodness' sake,
Renounce their trickery, and false imprisoned slavery, Regaining whatever it was they thought they had to take;
So as to never ever slip from grasp,
From God the origin and Source,
Ascension to freedom from our past,
Where we are from, the spark of his Divinity,
To a mindfulness and a calmness,
That our persistence then so gives us,
Rooted in our physically unforseen ability,
A steadfast grip on all around us,
Providing those of us with a remarkable and resounding..
Stillness in the Storm
Kurt Hubbard-Beale
19th February 2023
During mass consciousness awakening from this age old enslavement, culminating in their forced Disasters, Fabricated Food Scarcity, Earthquakes &
a scripted, orchestrated WW3..
Bahadur Shah Zafar, the last Mughal emperor
Said, "The Brits said I wouldn't go far."
If fans ask, I got the lot
Say I am secretly been given a plot.
1/23/2018
Poetry Contest: Educate Me with Humor - Leader Clerihew
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
The last Mughal emperor Bahadur Shah II. He is known to have fought for India's independence and his involvement in the Indian Rebellion of 1857.
After they lost, the emperor was tried for treason, imprisoned and exiled to other territory under British control , in what is now Myanmar (Burma).
Bahadur Shah Zafar died in 1862. The British buried him in an unmarked grave to keep his followers away.
Though local people knew Zafar was buried somewhere inside the compound of the local cantonment - where he and his family members were confined - they didn't find it until 1991.
Workers digging for a drain came across a brick structure which turned out to be the former king's grave.
Imprisoned, before I could walk
By men of great power and greed
Taught in the dampness and cold
By animals who feed their basic need
I learned to do my laundry, in secret
With dogs keeping watch at my heels
Smelling the danger that lurks in the dark
Resolving to comply...but never kneel
I was ripped from my prison, one day
To stay, comfortably in my new home
I was free to do as I willed
As long as it was within the assigned walls, I could roam
I learned the great price of Thor
Who, alone, commands the hammer of thunder
If I ever would become QUEEN
I would do justice, placing men's authority...asunder
Well, well, well, look where I ended up
On a throne, with no man to rule and reign
Me alone, as cruel and concise
As any male dominated kingdom could gain
I, alone, in power, with suitors to press
But I was choosy and never acquiesced
Aged and saggy, beyond desire
They left me to tend my raging fire
Who cares about order when nothing is right
My knee never bowed to a stupid man
I am QUEEN, and no one will know the price I paid
Freedom isn't free and royalty isn't made.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10/23/2021
You were with me last spring
(and you know who you are and what I mean),
when time stood still
and roses filled
the garden in your back yard,
imprisoned
by that rusty old chain link fence
I used to climb, trying
to impress you and get your
attention, anyway I could…
back when your life and mine were
a wave of wicked, wild, wonderful and good.
Not that
it’s all bad now, it’s just that
lately I feel as though I’m behind
the proverbial plough and you’re
so much farther down
the road somehow,
well beyond
the fork, where
we said our last goodbyes.
And I remember well
the snow that fell
and summer passed before
our starry eyes.
© Terrell Martin, 12/10/2024
Uranus once ruled the ethereal realm
And for a while was at the helm
Until his son, Cronus, overthrew him
But Cronus, too, would have the crown seized from him
Cronus feared he'd lose the throne
Which caused him to swallow more than his pride
He swallowed his children; his wife did groan
But Zeus, she managed to hide
Zeus would eventually rescue his swallowed kin
A potion given to Cronus caused him to 'hurl' them out
But for the throne, there would be a war to win
In their battle with Cronus, victory came about
Thunder rumbled, and a dark cloud coils
Now it was time to divide the spoils
Cronus was imprisoned, never to be set free
Zeus got the sky and Poseidon the sea