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We watched in horror, fury, shock
As everything we knew
Was ravaged right before our eyes
And all was left askew.
Sedition! Insurrection! Coup!
Those words were tossed about
As Trump-incited chaos
Left democracy in doubt.
To see the U.S. Capitol
Invaded, stormed, defiled,
With law enforcement lacking,
Finally got some people riled.
But what did Trump supporters think
Would happen? After all,
He’d stood before his crowds and, oh,
They’d heard his clarion call.
Though Congress finished up the count,
The rule of law reclaimed,
I wonder if, at last, some members
Finally felt ashamed.
Buried beneath blood-shot baby doll eyes
where drowns dark truths dwelling empty despair,
finds five fraught faces from false idol lies
clinging cold-coffins caused by cruel affair;
Saddled by sorrow seen in mother’s stare,
washed while awaiting where water is filled
pouring in porcelain planned to be killed;
Languishing lost lacking warmth much less love,
ended in eerily foul episodes,
angrier now than Almighty above
mumbling murmurs in murderous modes;
Ripe for wrongs reversed through revengeful roads,
tantalized terrors too tempted to taste
blood brought by bathwater boiling in baste;
Chastised and chided, these children chilling
journey for justice with jealous intent,
mystically moving, maddened minds milling,
howling horrific while haunting content;
For sins suffered by souls salvation bent,
never they rest now, now nestled in night,
purposed, their plight, seeks parents punished right;
Aiming as arrows at any ones found,
dripping disgust at desolate devils,
grumble gigantic than gnash to the ground
lustfully lashing in lunatic levels;
As rancid bells heard, rusted rung rebels,
thoroughly thrashing throats within their reach,
fifty fingers, if figured, ten for each.
And why wouldn’t what withered weary do,
dragged desperate to death by der’lict brain,
taught terrible things when tongues tied untrue
incited mother inside turned insane?
Silence should swallow who speaks sour on slain,
judgments be gentle, gestate not Hell’s gates,
for these are the children of Andrea Yates.
9/16/2016
Submitted For: Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
,
candid Flower of Desire
Which is lyrical and tame when
defenseless ...
Devastating Milky When
incited ...
On the outside, pure imagination,
inside hot velvet ...
Greedy when soaked
in the playful game of love ...
It's petal pink rose that
flourishes in pleasure
when explored
her secret
cage,
My soul wanders in the dark alley of the inner domain
with my senses flung in the cauldron of dismay.
The indistinct frailty future shrouded by obscurity
casts shapeless shadows of timeless ambiguity
that condenses into delusive darkness of ignorance,
overwhelming my essence with deceptive trance.
The flash of Jesus is then incited within me
to incinerate the spreading wings of weakness,
shimmer the realigned elements of the potent spirit,
escorting me away from the mirage of egoistic pursuits
and spark in the mindscape the sagacious exuberance,
not to be constrained by earthly impermanence.
Freed from the delinquent life’s morbid web,
the cleansed soul is embellished by the jewel of Jesus
within the profound inner space of eternal radiance,
where the joy of living resonates with universal love.
As the rays of insight radiate from illumined consciousness,
I’m immersed in the sea of sublime bliss.
The crystalline glow of the Lord guides me like the pole star,
help me discover the devout soul in abysmal depth
and understand the real meaning of righteous living.
Till the end of journey, I won’t lose sight of His brilliant shine,
suffusing me with divine grace when it’s time for me to depart.
It's April and stately trees are slowly
changing from white to green;
skies above look down cheerfully,
into the small lake tiny frogs plop
as balloons float over a tree top:
" Happy Birthday, Little Queen! "
If spring is the annual rebirth of Nature
and human spirit, all must sing one tune...
incited by the bright red butterflies that lure:
they dance forming the big ring of Neptune!
April is more than showers
and lovely dew-dripping flowers,
grin is forgotten, laughter reappears
on everybody's wind-brushed cheeks;
one happy passerby greets
another with revered courtesy:
each soul, each heart pours
out a sweetness of amicability!
If a talented young musician played
the Mozart's piano sonata in D major,
each butterfly would begin to dance
with the liveliness of a skilled ballerina!
If the heartthrob maestro exuded
thrill he'd be tempted to raise an octava higher:
a curious crowd would quickly gather,
then all butterflies would swirl around Angelina!
Anarchy incited by consciousness divides deeply
rather than conquer those already sleeping
evermore the same, those who have, who have not
shills at a game of chance fill the room, persuasion the game
populated backstories idealize and idolize submission
turned up volume can’t let me think I can do anything about it
take my word for it...you’re mine...heartbeats synchronized
oh, how sweet it is to be loved by you...
Poisoned in the great well, Lucky Charms soothe
I remember, I forget and so the wheel turns...those
who do wake up sometimes it seems go back to...
my heart, if really mine, saddens to think the gold is only
water paint and it too shall run away...
I wrote this after reading about Osho...what happens to our Guru’s or beings
of great spirit? Does our society mock and loosen their fabric of gilt? Does it become the fabric of guilt? I know not...I wish I could see from this vantage point beyond the illusion of this world...from this protected innocence...I crave knowing the truth...
In the mere blink of a nightmare, I found myself rechained
and trapped where my peace of mind had once before
collapsed.
The die has been cast, an old challenge from the past, one
I thought long ago smashed, has incited another battle and
painfully thrashed my peace of mind like collateral damage
to aloofly leave behind.
It’s twenty-seven years later, and I’m altogether strength-wise
lesser for this matter. I’ve got mighty prayers but the sum-total
of tassels for the best in life have battered and frayed my energy.
It is retired and at rest, not lying in wait for another day or test.
Now, I’ve no choice but to fake it, declare it is just hiding and
there’s no abiding such when it's time for fighting.
I know I screamed denial, felt a heavy weight disintegrate all
to black. I remember holding him, sharing a crying jag while
watching my peace of mind pack.
My very heart, my special needs son, now full grown and still
at home, woke me in the night in a state of fright, “Mama, I
think I just had a seizure.” The next day came four more and
my peace of mind took its suitcase out the door.
The fortitude of a mighty people
has witnessed the awaited moment
of a murderer killed in his mansion;
was justice done...was revenge
and vengeance appeased to bring rejoice
to the thousands who suffered for years?
This brings back that terrifying morning
of civilians dying from the explosion
of two American Airlines planes flown
with excessive speed into the Twin Towers!
The young terrorists thought of the slaughter
as a reward or an act of demoniac revenge?
They vainly died for a non-existent glory,
believing they they would be called martyrs!
No their god wouldn't have allowed them in his heaven,
if their only intention would have been to shed blood...
spreading death and havoc in New York City,
a beautiful city which still dazzles me and I love immensely;
didn't they know that the American infallible spirit
is that eagle whose courage and pride are invincible?
Shouldn't I revel in the death of this heartless man?
I would have wished to see him being tortured by the same folks
who have lost their dear ones....then he would have asked for their forgiveness!
You must think I am very cruel to get even for his killings,
but who guides the quick hand of the man whose heart is full of hatred?
Envy, dislike, wickedness, intolerance of freedom and love!
The Bible teaches to love one another regardless of race and religion,
but did this murderer love his own people and not live by the sword?
No, he did not...he incited his followers to commit murder
and bring everyone to his knees as Hitler wanted to do!
Should these two murderers' names ever be remembered?
Then again, you will say vengeance is God's not ours...
but didn't God command the Israelite to fight their enemies
and wipe them off the Earth with His blessing? War is necessary
when a nation is threatened by outsiders who make evil plans!
Don't be afraid to ask me if the death of a long-sought murderer makes me rejoice!
None of these emotions would be raging
with fiery eyes and a very fast heartbeat...
to unveil this secret that's never been discovered;
leading a limited life of pleasures and thrills
had a profound effect on me; I felt weird,
not belonging in their happy and frantic world,
not rebuked by guilt, but reproved for undone wrong:
purity is grace guided by love and unless it reaps
an abundance of deserved joy, it's not priced by others!
Glamor never incited my fantasies and thought
of being altruistic, riches are amassed to show pride
and by the time your coffin is lowered in your grave...
someone is smiling for the inheritance you left;
did anyone toss that rose and started to weep and grieve
foreseeing gloominess and endless, torpid days...
missing evenings playing spades and drinking beers,
not realizing that midnight stroke time too fast,
detracting hours from gamblers' lives who were not
aware of their passing and of the irony they brought!
None of these emotions would be raging
if taking away their foolish reasoning;
whoever is inflamed by an intentional remark
has understood that he must show the teeth of a shark!
Absolute truth is pulled out of foul mouths
when they spit it out unintentionally,
they blush and take a step back reproving themselves:
ah, foolishness is madness when mindfulness thrives!
Look out for the shameless preachers
who knock on doors and ask for an alliance to their cause,
reading Bible verses to win your credibility!
After the greedily laden cirrus' lighten their loads,
a dog day returns to our suburban sanctuary.
As the mercury ascends like a climber captured in a glass tube,
the heath's heady aromas revoke our remorse.
Tangled brier and spiky scrub emit their balm:
a conspicuously redolent cocktail of coconut and cabbage.
Backlit baubles of liquid sunshine dazzle the view,
while defying gravity on their barbed roosts.
Suspended above the sodden, verdant heath, like an ethereal spirit,
another cloud hangs low, as if a subterranean lava lake -
once dormant - has been aroused from its viscous langour.
The transient torrent which incited the tribes to take refuge -
now passed - invites its flock to flood back onto the pasture.