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As time flies, so her emotion swiftly fries,
As life frowns to dust, so her affection swiftly drowns to lust,
As love turns to coal, so her smile swiftly runs to the cold,
As sunset sets away, so her truth swiftly upsets the root of likeness, and erects away the boldness of trust,
but her hate doesn't rate me to roasted rat, because her hate is wingless, and no other can make her sweat and melt to hashes like I do.
Damn! I’m damned, if I get soak in her socking beauty,
Damn! I’m damned, if I get stolen by her golden smile,
Damn! I’m damned, if I don’t bench her lioness sex drive, I’ll infinitely feel less, like a quenched man.
Damn! I’m damned, if I merge with her chameleon cries and battalion kisses.
If I give in fully, just for the sake of ‘be a real man’, not 'a steel man',
my life will end up like the life of a North American bug, which inflicts painful bite on love and life.
When I transparently decide to give into love, all I get is:
Vultures smoking cigarette in an uncultured manner,
Kangaroo's doing Michael Jackson’s moonwalk in a live show in Cameroon,
Monkeys ordering for coffee, while wooing female donkeys
Zebras playing golf, with liberal views,
Lizards rearing Afro and trying to reawaken Lazarus from the dead,
Dingo's wearing costly tuxedos in Mexico, and speaking Spanish fluently,
Frogs driving Rang-Rove jeeps, in a foggy weather
Snakes wearing condoms to nibble into snacks,
Female Goats, wearing sexy underpants, to enable them float in a sinking Titanic boat
Bareheaded demons and bears drinking chilled bears together in a beheaded mood and using chilly pepper, to chill down their temper,
Horses babysitting housewives
I trip endlessly!
lost in a confused mood and temper, for she false me, she false me not.
I limp endlessly!
No matter how we try to put souls together to make our love bright and wealthy like the brightened face of Paris and the fat pocket of Las Vegas,
We always end up creating a poverty of love.
I have relentlessly tried praying forcefully for our love,
but I end up noticing that people, who aggressively pray the most for love, end up marrying angry praying-mantis.
I will just have to remain light-footed in love, and let her featherweight affections for me, turn to true feelings, or get carried away, because she false me, she false me not.
Depression has caught me within it’s talons,
Leaving me with a feeling of pure disappointment
Making me to believe that I don’t deserve happiness
Or the love that helps me to find my way through
This desolate, desperate place of darkness and gloom
Worry has trapped me within it’s lasting clutches,
Forcing me to feel like an impatient, yearning neurotic
Whispering pessimism across my cynical nakedness,
Coloring my spirit with hues of deepest ebony
Withdrawing all hope, faith and belief in intimate dreams
Nervousness has ensnared me within loss and anxiety
Causing me to believe that I deserve this rigid irritation
Defeat breathes it’s scent of disillusionment and suffering
Dancing decay and menacing death through my heart
Welcoming me into a world of fear and apprehension
These feelings of wrong thinking fight my hopes and dreams
Anchoring me in heartache, echoing through my silent reveries
Wishing to destroy my peace and serenity, yet I finally see
I can fight these feelings of discouragement with inner strength
Power that weighs in on my warrior’s spirit and combats my doubts
Slowly, I am learning to listen to the faithful heart living within,
The core of my spirit’s breath where that warrior lives and breathes
Shooting out fiery darts of kindness and compassion and faith
Everything that I need to reach out to the goodness I need to see
To know and discover within myself so that I might be able to live
A life filled with honesty, sincerity and all that can be expressed
Through grace, hope, joy and peace… sweet love that lives and gives
Sends darts of intimacy through my soul so that I can dance merrily
Expressing the sense of pure charity that lives within me and reaches
Out to those around me so that I can know what it is to share my humanity
Thankfully, this warrior that lives within me is there to protect me
From the anger, pain, bitterness and sadness that life inflicts
Sending me toward the edge of defeat, but comes back from there
To show me that love is real – love is a mystery and promise and whisper
Breathing into me that warrior’s assurance that everything will be okay
Because I have the love I need to give back and to thank God for everything!
Warrior Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
July 7, 2020
III.
The following day Carmen sat with her mom,
learning how to cook the books and more,
when suddenly there came a thundering {smash,
that ripped right through the main office door.
In came a SWAT team, four dozen-large,
fanning out as cold panic set in,
one went to Fileena, gun covering her,
said,”Puts your hands up or we start shooting!”
Fileena was stunned, and threw up her palms,
said,”I-Impossible, how did you find us?”
Carmen then said,”Mom, it wasn’t that hard,
I told them all they would need for this bust.
"It wasn't that hard, cameras can be so small,
small enough to disguise as a broach,
the kind that I've worm since I was a girl,
all that I saw yesterday, they now know."
Fileena looked over to her daughter,
said,”But why would you do this to me?!”
Carmen’s stare darkened as she replied:
“Well mother, you made it very easy.
“Did you really think that I would forget
those seventeen years that transpired,
where you decided not to be my mother
so you could go build a damn drug empire?!
“Did you really think I would just accept
a life living as criminal scum?
That I wouldn’t see my future in a jail cell,
dressed in orange, under a guard’s gun?
“If dad had told me, back when I was a kid,
I would not have believed it to be the truth,
but now that I’ve met you, it’s become clear,
he did the right thing hiding me from you.
“Do all of your riches excuse all this,
the great damage that your ‘product’ inflicts?
Does dressing it up like some legit firm
save the life of those miserable addicts?
“You know damn well that your drugs will kill,
that they fuel nothing but violence and crime,
and yet you still do it, feel no remorse,
for that you deserve endless hard time!”
“You ungrateful *****!”Fileena did scream,
as two cops wrestled her to the ground.
“After all that I did to rescue you…
I regret that I ever pushed you out!”
Carmen shook her head at the whole scene,
said,”You think you were helping me here?
making me a felon, a filthy drug lord,
forced to spend my whole live spreading fear?
“You may have given me my brains and looks,
at least that’s what dad always use to say,
but as for my morals, my conscience, my soul…
Those are fine gifts that my father gave."
Rapid Response Turtle Team, R2T2, is their name, saving is their game!
They’re ‘Mary River Turtles’, headquartered in a submarine, but not tame.
Forever, on call: a better bunch of blokes, you've never met, is my take.
No one ever drowns, or leaves hurt, with them here, in this our Troll Lake.
They’re days are full, with Dragon, and the Troll Lake crowd, running a muck.
Imagine how, when Dragon barbecues, his fires get out of hand, yea, that sucks!
Fire hoses and extinguishers are these blokes’, most favorite playthings of all.
They even hand out towels, if you got wet, when the fires are put out, I recall.
Not to mention how great they are when Dragon begins to hiccup or sneeze.
Or when our penguins trip and fall, like little pinballs, yep, them, they retrieve.
But it’s always worth the trouble since; they’ve become family, true and tried!
They also teach safety and first aide classes, yes, they’re definitely, certified.
Apparently, we ALL are, here at Troll Lake, or so everyone seems to imply.
I think I know what they are getting at… And perhaps they are right! Sigh!
But the Rapid Response Turtle Team, are the best blokes, on this here earth!
As they command the hose, and it throws them all around, we fill with mirth!
It’s like riding a bucking bronco to them… but some how… the fires do go out!
They even have a medic mobile made from an old kids’ wagon, fully decked out.
Anyone, who can bring a submarine into our lake, sight unseen, can do ANYTHING!
It’s said: they’re agents sent, to protect Dragon, an endangered species. Honestly!
But, I think they’re here, to protect ‘US’ from Dragon’s, daily… dished out travails.
The Boo Boo’s he inflicts, are too numerous to count, between his fires and that tail.
They came to gain their muse, and be entertained by our daily, free for all, they say.
At night they’re guitars DO sing, merrily on, about all our crazy exploits, each day.
With pink tinted shells, and green algae Mohawks, they look like a true punk band.
And they say the submarine’s yellow, to honor some great and famous rock band.
Yes, they are a tad bit strange; but that just makes them fit in, on this, here land.
And we couldn't imagine life without them… They truly are… really, great lads!
Echo of Lost Love
In the placid solitude of the night
When stars hum their song around the full moon,
In the heart echo of lost love ignites,
Of love battered by hateful hands too soon,
Shattered by shameful concrete walls of hate
Perchance penned in red in my book of fate.
The echo resonates like hammer blows
In the delicate drum of my hard ears,
Relays streams of tears from my eyes to flow
Like rain water along paths far and near
Inflicts on my heart sordid stinging pains
Lays on my breast tons of sharp stress and stains.
Echo of past moments spent together
Spills deep within me like wild woeful waves
Spurting up like white foam in the ether,
Even should I wish to be bold and brave
Mellifluous words exchanged in the past
Resonate now like springing from a blast;
Echo of shining smiles cherished erewhile,
Piercing the silence to reveal my plight
Now sounds vexatious vinegar and vile
In aftermath of love taking its flight
Leaving a soul at the door of distress
In a well of scary and shrill sadness
Though echoes may resound in mid of night
New strength sprouts up in the face of wild storms
As with coming dawn, darkness takes its flight
And like rivers life flows as per its norm,
With shattered heart, a stronger self arise,
With every lessons learnt, the soul turns wise.
A single stray tear streaming down a scarred cheek
the quick sting of walking on a brisky, cold March morning
the symbolic start of disintegration, end of bold sanity for the month
The very definition of the label: loser
it all began in this torturous time frame
Why was she bothered to be known and loved
Sarah...the pain rushes to brain and throat for the audacity of mentioning her name
like a fresh, clean, small paper cut; it still inflicts damage
Sarah...a beloved serenity now a breathing bedeviled ruination
A trick to severe, reject, disassemble her clingy, tainted memories
lost like a child in the vast woods
The loser, the dreadful fated loser has yet to deteriorate
he forever remains the same for the regret
the solemn voicing the confirmation to reveal
his pathetic name, initials carved into her arm
the permanent scar she can't eradicate
Simultaneously, she's the memory impossible to obliterate
neither are the nights to where an imaginary gun
was placed under the chin, to the temple; cocked and ready for the trigger to be pulled
The words prescribed for the decrease of sanity, unable to be erased from history
they are recorded in forms of affection, dejection
The frequent nightmares, the arguments, the fights, the threats
the mental breakdown, feeling as if the tissues connecting the heart and mind
slowly rip apart and rendered useless, inevitable to outrun
Useless...a reoccurring dream, a reminder for being no one, nothing
just a Silhouette in a head; a writer with a face and an unknown name
Invisibility was always claimed to be shrouded from...(sigh) ...from...Sarah...
a bedeviled ruination and traitorous serenity
At every turn, open heart surgery was performed
with harsh words and crippling actions acting as spears
It would've been easier for her to push them recklessly off the cliff at our tryst
Their tryst...he still craves to go back, crave its landscape, to jump-off
it wouldn't be the same...it wouldn't be the same
She was once everything then she was made stolen
and declaration was fin' to the situation
Happiness has never entered again...
Happiness has never entered again...
Happiness has never entered again...
Spare a thought this Christmas for those suffering in Ukraine
While you are enjoying the festive season Russia inflicts more pain
Huddled around makeshift fires with no where to escape the chill
The evil Russians fire missiles and drones that are designed to kill.
Russia hopes by taking out their power grid that they will give in
But its made them more determined not to yield to Vlad Putin
They're melting snow for water it's what they're having to do
And if we didn't live in a civilised world it could easily be me or you.
Women and girls are sexually assaulted at the point of a gun
Their families are forced to watch while these dogs have their fun
Another report a girl watched her friend raped and shot in the head
They didn't want any witnesses and made sure that she was dead.
Mass graves have been discovered with bodies tied and bound
With many showing signs of torture investigators have found
Russia claims only military targets have been hit but of course its lies
Anything that comes out of Putins mouth should come as no surprise.
Iran is supplying Putin with missiles and other cheap hardware
Putins rants about nuclear weapons I don't think he would dare
The axis of evil has now changed its now Nth Korea, Russia and Iran
They're all a bunch of cowards and they'd never fight man to man.
The Patriot missile system Ukraine needs and I urge the US to supply
Because if they don't Russian bombers will fly and many more will die
The war has already escalated because weapons we are supplying
And only by doing so will it prevent the death toll in Ukraine from rising.
Written on 13th December 2022
I have supported Ukraine since February by writing poems about what is happening there and trying to bring to light atrocities that have been committed by the Russian army against the Ukrainian people and have at no time written anything negative about some brave Russian people who opposed Putin and many who have been imprisoned for making a stand.
Out of hell’s breath the Devil’s Coachman comes and turns
around the tale to woe twists as the world creeps backwards
underneath the clay slithering sacrificial savagery begins
Ghastly ghostly spectres watch on with soulless glee
under laid this icy moon the toxic evil venom spews
within hideous precision it claw’s innocent victims prey
Fiercely gnashing jaws instinctively in this fiendish predator of night shades
dark striking off balance this stead of hell delivers his deadliest of blows
disturbingly the pungent smell permeates this surrounding sphere
Paralyzing unwary sufferers arching like a scorpion ready to strike
acrimony spreads stealthily through the shadowy invasion within the beast’s bite
suffering of hades destructive force inflicts a prelude to the apparitions
Awakening within this lair of madness an unsuspecting sacrifice
blinding under tombstones creeping slowly chill’s out
through one veil of darkened soil a nocturnal predator comes to feed
Liquefying resistant victim within the glaze of ebony eyes
mystic powers claiming to be magic crushing the core of Eve’s apple
emerging covered with its sclerotized plates the Coachman devours
Repast of putrid skin the last victim lies rotten
one captured soul sinks into the river of Acheron
final reward for the unwitting wounded prey
Begins eternal downward descent
drawn up and treasured by this hungry decedent of a Rove
carried away into hidden hollows of the dead roaring
Fiercely jealous of it’s captive trophy
sector’s remain vigilant to guard such treasured stored
this Coachman’s rightly domain claims a legion to an underworld
The deepest and darkest secrets expelled unrighteous
this scarabaeus reaper as black inside with a rapier blade and sickle
condemned are the two faced between thee jaws of this deadly fiend locked on
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
Out of hell’s breath the Devil’s Coachman comes and turns
around the tale to woe twists as the world creeps backwards
underneath the clay slithering sacrificial savagery begins
Ghastly ghostly spectres watch on with soulless glee
under laid this icy moon the toxic evil venom spews
within hideous precision it claw’s innocent victims prey
Fiercely gnashing jaws instinctively in this fiendish predator of night shades
dark striking off balance this stead of hell delivers his deadliest of blows
disturbingly the pungent smell permeates this surrounding sphere
Paralyzing unwary sufferers arching like a scorpion ready to strike
acrimony spreads stealthily through the shadowy invasion within the beast’s bite
suffering of hades destructive force inflicts a prelude to the apparitions
Awakening within this lair of madness an unsuspecting sacrifice
blinding under tombstones creeping slowly chill’s out
through one veil of darkened soil a nocturnal predator comes to feed
Liquefying resistant victim within the glaze of ebony eyes
mystic powers claiming to be magic crushing the core of Eve’s apple
emerging covered with its sclerotized plates the Coachman devours
Repast of putrid skin the last victim lies rotten
one captured soul sinks into the river of Acheron
final reward for the unwitting wounded prey
Begins eternal downward descent
drawn up and treasured by this hungry decedent of a Rove
carried away into hidden hollows of the dead roaring
Fiercely jealous of it’s captive trophy
sector’s remain vigilant to guard such treasured stored
this Coachman’s rightly domain claims a legion to an underworld
The deepest and darkest secrets expelled unrighteous
this scarabaeus reaper as black inside with a rapier blade and sickle
condemned are the two faced between thee jaws of this deadly fiend locked on
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
We can’t see God Almighty ‘cause he lives in Heaven high
but we can see Jesus the Lord ‘cause he’s the our kind of man,
though some people say he’s the Son of God, yet mindless mobs mocked him ‘cause he looked most ordinary. His nature is compassionate and that’s why he walks with me as my friend, that means God’s glory came upon us as flesh and dwells in us.
If I collapse on a cotton field from heavy labor more than I can bear,
Jesus comes and lifts me up, and when my toe bleeds from a stone
I tripped over in the field, Jesus holds it to stop bleeding.
But then, how to heal my heart’s wound; O this damned
summer’s scorching sun.
After barely finishing a day’s work at the field, and when I come
to my cabin dragging this worn out body, the return for my long day’s hard labor is not more than a quart of corn.
I grind, pat and cook them ‘cause I must eat to sustain myself,
I gobble them with tears but my stomach is not filled to full.
And that’s why all sorts of worldly thoughts torment me when
I lie down on a straw bunk and dream a dream of unwanted dreams,
O Lord mercy on me, help me overcome every matter, whether it’s good or bad,
as you endured your share on the cross.
Occasionally I curse the world that inflicts pain on me and my inhumane master who tortures me, but neither world nor my master changed for good to lessen my load. So, whatever circumstances it may be, it’s all right now my Lord, if you just give me an understanding heart to accept the world as it is and forgive my master who doesn’t know what he’s doing, rather, O my merciful Lord, forgive my sins and surely don’t condemn the world, let me look at you on the cross tearing for me and keep in mind to never let evil rule over me.
O Jesus my Lord, deeply I trust on you. Don’t delay but come quickly on this earth as you promised. This time not as an ordinary person but as a mighty ruler the glorious king to reign over this world forever with love in eternal peace.