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He fills his syringe with poisoned words
pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon
They rise up through the needle in perfect order
"Disgusting" "failure" "worthless" "loser"
There in the cylinder they mix together
until they are a perfect black ink
Although he no longer sees the words
their meanings are not lost on him
As he injects them into his arm
he feels the blackness
Ink travels slowly up his arm towards his heart
At first he enjoys the burning sensation
as capital letters make way for the smaller ones
In the moment he's convinced they are lies
When they reach his heart
he becomes a true believer
By choosing to be less than he is
he occupies his excuses
The I can'ts and never coulds
The poor me's
All the reasons
he's not good enough
The words stack one on top of the other
until his heart is filled with empty
Empty promises
Empty dreams
Somehow this comforts him
He holds tightly to
It's not my fault
It's just the way it is
His is a waking dreamless slumber
only lies seem believable
So he injects another word
"Anger"
Then a question
"Why do others have all the luck?"
Someone who cares
Takes a silver spoon
Fills it up with better words
Feeds him nourishing words
Smart, tenacious, kind and happy
He starts with small sips
one letter at a time
in front of him a golden bowl
filled to the brim with phrases
"You are Lovable"
"Anything is possible"
"Your opinion is important"
At first he is convinced they are lies
Until they reach his gut
Until he becomes a true believer
Taking everything to heart
Satiating his empty
Now he can see beyond what he thought was impossible
His actions speak louder then words
His life is not a wasted gift
From this day forward
He's living his life to the fullest!
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You’ve maddened me to the core
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate
We’re contrary to each other…
So don’t even think about
Getting us back together
Because without a doubt,
We don’t click with each other…
So let us go our own way…
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…
I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?
So let us prepare for that day…
Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime
You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish?
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue
Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…
I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown?
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why?
Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…
Like A Shower Of Rain
Dr Ranjit Dutta
While he inject me
A painful sting of sorrow
A reminder of memories that cling,
With every word,a wound revives,
Literally I cried without restraint,
As emotions overflowed in every way
A heart was heavy with sorrow
And the soul was swelling in pain
And tears fell like rain.
A reflection of pain
In his eyes too,
A shared shadow,
A bond that remains.
She injects again in my veins
A heavy dose of sorrow,
A weight that presses
A heart that she knows.
The memories linger,
A bitter taste,
A relationship shattered,
A heart in waste,
Your betrayal was a lesson
Learned too late,
A scar that remains,
A heart that waits
Tears fell like rain.
Crystal-clear drops of sparkling dew
glint, as day greets the rising sun.
And a sky of vergining blue:
affirming that the night is through
injects color where there was none:
for a new day has just begun.
Jewels of early morning mist,
glistening dewdrops soon appear.
And though we're aware they exist,
these gems are easily dismissed.
For clinging to plants, moister kissed,
they tend to quickly disappear.
But where tiny droplets amass,
they glint like shards of liquid glass.
And like the tide that ebbs and flows,
Dawn's breaking light soon comes and goes.
While the dewdrops tickle your toes
when you walk barefoot through the grass.
Caucus in the chamber of poor men
Twisted by powers of failure
And tortured by believe is sinful dreams
With their fate being decided by charities
Hence, they have no reason to smile
If they do, is fraudulent smile
For smile symbolize joy
Smile endorses satisfaction
Smile injects happiness in the vicinity
Smile pictures having, with ability to get more
In their traumatic scene
Poor men have none
Poor men have no reason to smile
Poor men fall outside realm of satisfaction
Bereft of hope as they are,
What can they say in their chamber?
What kind of music will they listen to?
Which dreams will they display?
For even their names do not appear in the scroll
So, their chamber is chamber of tears
Their chamber is chamber of hopelessness
Their chamber is for the powerless and voiceless;
Hence, I whisper in my prayer
For the barriers to evaporate
That the poor find way to climb the ladder
Prayer for them to pitch out of the dying jungle
For them to triumph like the weather,
That tomorrow they rise and shine even in the dark
Roll up with human dignity
And whistle in the chamber of happy people
I pray for the world to line up for perfection
3.Watercolors.
I could talk about love,
The rainbows she painted at the end of my dark skies,
But I'm colour blind.
And this congenital defect is exactly why I'm the worst.
Kissing her is painful,
From sadness that injects into my lips like lip fillers.
Scars from going under the knife extending both sides of my smile like the joker.
The big picture filters everything else as we then pose side by side.
Disguising the stained armour with a polished glint
Because it matters what she thinks as part of the collective good
Maybe I'm not the hero she deserves, but have deemed myself one she needs right now.
The magic we conjured deceives just like the bible says,
It is a sleight of hand by a villainous clown everybody hates to love.
All along she's been the one.
Deceit injects hurt with its sting,
piercing a heart struggling to cope.
And reality starts to slip,
adrift with no anchor of Hope.
As trust wanes, lies proliferate:
snagged on the edge of deceit.
And innocence gets compromised;
for a sense of feeling complete.
It is hard to face betrayal:
summoning all your strength of will.
For love's illusion gets exposed;
purging dreams that may linger still.
Fueled by fear, doubts resurface,
threatening to destroy your heart.
And emotions intensify;
as memories tear you apart.
There's no shortcut past heartaches,
no magic spell, or quick undo.
And you drown in a sea of tears:
thinking love has abandoned you.
Yet love has never left your heart:
like a sponge, it absorbs your tears.
And Hope offers you a fresh start,
free of past frustrations and fears.
Dialectic differences injects bias preferences
Individual qualities overlooked for general stereotypes
Social grades increase to nourish systematic partiality
Contempt towards a people with a different ideology or mindset
Ringing the bell of vengeance towards any slight or honest mistake
Intentional neglect to their needs and serious wants
Minority becoming a classy word and tag for the created second class
Inventing structures to make this an acceptable societal norm
Nauseating on their achievements, development and perseverance
Always attempting a blockade on any stream of their progress
To frustrate their growth and sustain marginalization
In all these, one may seem to succeed and feel quite on top
Over time, reality will prove its point that,
No race, religion, tribe or culture is superior.
Written: August 26, 2023
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Oh world, all swollen with pain,
The opulent smell emits an almost harsh refrain.
Languor fills the air as the sun still hides.
Behind a shroud of clouds, where it softly abides.
Every surface is damp as the rain falls heavier.
Oh, world, don't welt the earth; don't be a destroyer.
Don't shush the air; let it whisper its song.
Don't dry the water; let it flow swiftly and strong
Don't engage with fire; let it dance and ignite.
It injects warmth and ardor on cold nights.
Allow me to fit in and wander toward my goal.
Let me speak; let me share with every soul.
My voice needs to rant, rave, and roar.
To echo through valleys and reach distant shores.
Let me walk and let me talk with fire in my eyes.
Whenever there's a flame, words can reach the skies
Oh world, all swollen with rain,
Let me speak my truth; let me not be in vain.
For the earth is in need of a voice that is bold,
To protect and preserve, to break free from the mold.
To remind us of all our duty and care,
To cherish this planet, this world we all share.
So, don't harm the earth; don't wield it with greed.
Let's heal, nurture, and fulfill our every need.
Don't shush the air; let it carry our dreams.
Let it whisper hope as it flows in streams.
Don't tumble the water; let it quench our thirst.
Let it sustain life, for the best and the worst.
Don't be angry with fire; let it guide your way.
Let it bestow light and warmth every single day.
Let us walk and talk with passion in my stride.
Let us spread love and wisdom distal and wide.
As long as there's a flame, my words might fight.
Someday, what I say could inspire and ignite.
Let us join, constantly rise up, and transform.
A higher world, where love and peace will swarm.
Spongy brown fingers quenched by gentle tide
Eerie boardwalk creaks near the white sandy beach*
Lapping crystal mix of silt risen rush
Injects me with lovely imaginings
Purrballs scooping milk with ridgy cupped tongues
I'm zebra confined, house stripes shade on sun
Pallet paradise by the pier, free rent
Fat foot kids trample, rudimentary rods
Raised to find fish among pungent mangroves
The label I hide on my wine bottle*
Some ask can they come into my cubby
I wander off, tell them sure, it's all yours
Kids are too big, - I like them less than cats
They told me of the psycho cat's demise*
Psychotic in my absence, poor purrballs
A busy home befitted me, writhing
With action, scratching, litters, loud implores
Wrapped leg tailed affection restored meaning
Virus had no impact, purr friend Kingdom
Council had no business disrupting us
Sabbatical dreams after quarantine*
Let me sit again amongst my purrballs
Families leave with their buckets fishless
Within woody walls, water tint glass green
I lay blanketed by fish fattened cats
Piled purposefully, though haphazardly
On rocking vessel built of curved pallets
Bobbing on mangrove mazes burgeoning
With seafood delights no can can contain
Vino voyages bring my purrballs back
6th September
Collaboration Poetry Contest
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