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1/26/24
Y'all woke up a sleeping giant
Y'all interrupted my peace and quiet
Ya'll don't know how to be silent
Y'all still remain mean and violent
Most of y'all fake
Just like these tyrants
Y'all think you're so great
Let the world know, there's nothing you can keep private
Many of y'all already three striked it
Most of y'all switch sides like tide shifts
As quick as a flick of the light switch
Y'all act all high and mighty, yet are far from righteous
Y'all still are being biased
Y'all don't listen even when one is teaching the science
It's always three sided
Skies darkened or brightened
Senses heightened
Don't be frightened
Just be yourself not anything that's unlike it
She just wants diamonds and private islands
He wants money to buy it
Most of these sheep blinded
To the truth by staying weak minded
The sound of police sirens
Amid street riots
Meanwhile all across the seas pirates
Targeting elite clients
As the steam rises
Are we to blame for causing extreme climates
Another new disease or virus
Leading right into a deep crisis
William Lewis woke up one day to see
a jungle, frightening and dark,
not knowing how he had arrived there
or which way he should embark.
He heard the stirrings of strange creatures
in every cranny and nook.
There was fear, violence, and aggression
in all directions his eyes took.
In trepidation, he wondered, "where am I?",
as he got ready for a fight.
"Is this another planet, or is this Hell?"
he asked and slogged the bitter night".
Just then, he was interrupted by a voice
that informed William as it spoke,
"Your free trial has been completed.
It's time that you awoke."
Upon hearing this, he remembered
he had signed up to see,
given it was the year 2125,
"How is the new virtual reality?"
The legal team and marketers decided,
based on this beta trial,
a warning label must be attached
stating the risk of experiences, vile.
We search through the contents of your brain
and take what we can find,
WARNING: THE WORLD THAT YOU WILL LIVE IN,
IS A REFLECTION OF YOUR MIND.
As I sit in my sunroom,
I watch the squirrels climb the trees.
And smoke my cigarettes,
As I please.
I hear my parakeets,
Chirp away.
And ponder my issues,
As I pray...
Dear God,
Why have you forsaken me?
I'm interrupted by dogs barking,
Which I cannot see.
The community has branded me,
A broken man.
My only friends are oak and holly trees,
Which I watch them stand.
The smoke gently...
Fills the room.
Have I a future,
Or am I doom?
I see fallen branches,
And freshly cut grass.
Though my mind is filled,
With societies wrath.
Can Jesus come,
And save my soul?
Or am I alone,
With all I know?
I now pace around,
As I hear and feel the cars.
Dogs barking again,
Both near and far.
In life all I wanted,
Was a hug.
My bare feet are cold,
There is no rug.
The universe and time,
Are moving fast.
While I'm trapped here,
In these walls of glass.
3-September-2021
I was abandoned in a new place
there were so many alien faces
Thought it was my life's final phase
There, the flowers bloomed in different hues
Bright sun rays embraced the dew
Everything and everyone was so true
I discerned some true faces with no masks
who spoke straight from their hearts
who never interfered in other tasks
I did glimpse my ancestors wander
"Am I in Heaven? Am I dead?" I pondered
"No,Not really",heard a mellow voice yonder
"So, This must be a dream", I solaced
"No,Not really", again a voice interrupted
"This is a nightmare", I cried
"It's not you here
It's your alter ego
that frequently visits us"
the voice expounded.
"But just tell me
where am I?", I adjured!
None replied and I came back
But I still wonder, where was I!
I wind and wind and wind
And then I watch the ballerina spin
I never get tired of the soft melody that accompanies her dance
The music haunts me in my days
I hear my neighbor playing it on her piano
And I think of the way you laughed, and talked, and moved your hands
And how you danced, and danced, and then you stopped
Because, well, the ballerina and the music cease too
The gears break, the spring bends too much
The box is cracked into pieces
I’m standing alone and wondering
If this was really what I wanted to feel
I lay at night hallucinating your voice
Thinking of things you could’ve said to me
If we had spent more time alone
And wonder how you did it
The same dull click of the closing music box
The torn off notes and the interrupted ballerina
The same dull look in your eyes
How did you do it?
Was it calloused rope or was it your uniform tie?
But they don’t wear ties in the military
They don’t wear white shirts with ironed collars
They only wear guns
You were wound and wound and wound
Forced to play this ugly music
Forced to spin around and dance against your will
I didn’t have the time to shut the box and let you rest
You got wound and wound and wound
Until you snapped
Written March 8, 2012
Death mixed with morning rain and darkness,
Icy patches hidden on the pavement
Lived comfortably on the outside
As I rode along in my car like the
Planchette of a Ouija board.
Unaware that the power(s) that be
Were battling against each other
To push my car on the board to
Spell out either life or death,
My morning thoughts
Were interrupted
By a 360 spin faster than
The distance between
Two thoughts...
Ending up muffler-first gagged on
A snowbank with nothing,
No one around for miles.
I gazed at the three-lane
Highway where LIFE
Was spelled out this time,
And realized that
DEATH may have been on the
Board thirty minutes later
During a busier time.
Thirty minutes later
Found me talking
To a mechanic
Instead of my family talking
About me in the past tense
And trying to communicate with
Me through the Ouija board.
Death inefficiently cheated
Marked off on My To Do list
For the day.
How many more times will
I be able to mark that off?
Dare I ask the Ouija board
Knowingly sitting in the corner
Of my closet?
They say Adam and Eve pranced around wearing nothing
But fig leafs and the biggest grins the world has ever seen
Imagine NO FREAKING RULES!!!
All they had to worry about were those thorny bushes
And the occasional lightning bolt accompanied by a loud booming voice
Reminding Adam, “You owe me big time for this one, my friend!”
Caine and Abel along with seven other offsprings
Were the result of a lot of hanky panky
Do you blame him??? He was the luckiest dude EVER!!!
My question is, how did they keep those fig leafs in place
Scotch Tape? Elmer's Glue? Velcro?
Also why did they need those damn things to begin with
There wasn't another living soul to be seen
Imagine today, if we walked around naked as a jaybird
The population of the world would soar from 7 billion
To well over 20 billion in a matter of nine months counting twins
I'm not saying we couldn't carry on as usual with our daily routine
But perhaps the routine would be interrupted now and then
I have a suggestion for future generations if this becomes a problem
Think of Drew Carey nude!
These walls are broken,
termites eaten, the bricks crumbling
clay, the remains of dust.
was this ever a house, ?
Their first fire extinct,
it was never real,
The early smiles were deception
A makeup never truly made from the heart,
The haste of amity, the oath of the court.
Soon to end at the court
She will never let it grow,
Her stout, domineering rebellion
The canker-worm of their joys.
Unwilling, unyielding
The burden
Friends turned foes, filial bond interrupted
The external bond beckons and her mind now yielding to ousters
Calling her back to her long spinster days
As she watched friends build; left to tell their stories as a busybody
Add her interest in politics and never the trick of a happy home
She will never build hers,
Envying the world
Seeking approval from strangers
Comparing her journey to mammoth public ovations
Begging bystanders for pity
Armed to dominate, it must be her way
Unwilling to learn, whining like a toddler
Anger her weapon, to manipulate to consent of unsavoury standards
Animosity her sword, a trade well learned and days of embittered recklessness
Presumptuous, bent on her own ways, ignoring the holy law
Stouthearted. With a hymnbook, with bitter anger seeking mercy
Her public show, commended by deceived comrade.
As they fight for her in ignorance of her real person at home
A mask of deceit,
The house is boiling
Because she takes no instruction and will learn
How wise women make their home
This house is crumbling
Beyond all redemption
She was in Court yesterday
To seek divorce, that is her house of wisdom.
Because she could not sustain the home in humility
Perhaps a pattern of divorce
A kindred spirit resuscitated,
Learn from me,
Never crown immaturity,
Especially the hard to teach.
Or honor her for a mother
She may never know,
The secret of all mothers
And may never learn the pattern of sustained home
This house is broken
It did not grow to become a home
With the Bible in the rain
This house may never be built
Christ’s new ministry was so interrupted
By Satan the Prince of the World
The fallen anointed demon in jewels
Trying to take charge in a whirl
“What is this teaching?” The amazed crowd asked,
“Isn’t this one the carpenter’s son?”
Unsettling as it was, he went on his way
Departing on foot for Capernaum;
Jesus made house calls in homes of the ill
While engaging Himself in their lives;
He rebuked the fever not the person
Determined with compassion he strived
Take the boat farther from land, Jesus called,
Throw your net into the deep water;
His call to Peter is His call to us—
Now you will catch men, do not fear;
You can make me clean, the leper believed.
Friend your sins are forgiven was echoed
As Jesus saw faith coming through the roof
To the paralytic, Take up … go…
Earthly bodies are mortal – life’s handbreadths—
Our lifetime is nothing in His sight;
Christ ignored neither the urgent need nor
The ultimate goal; the latter being right;
Satan is everywhere, e’en the wheat fields
On the Sabbath day of lawful rest—
The Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath,
Withered hand restored and stretched out – Blessed!
Jesus is the authority and the LORD!
We are His tools to use in world’s strife,
Not needing praise and free from prideful hurt
We find rest in Him, the Way and Life
Luke 5:4, 10;
Luke 5:20, 24--
Sweet dreams are fantastic and enchanting,
The golden wings of brightness are quite chanting,
The natural beauty of songbirds is like fairy dust,
In this dream, I broke down with joy and bust.
Oh, dream! The ominous curved shape was not scary,
Chimera! The vampire seemed merry,
Then the classic scary stigma of horror vampire,
Fear of satanic blasphemy grew as a damper.
Oh! I closed my eyes in horror at that terrible sight!
His hypnotic eyes stopped the trembling, awe-inspiring flight!
The Vampiric myth unsolved puzzle may be resolved tonight,
My heart raced as the ego chiseled my family's artistic heights.
There is tranquility and calmness in my head,
Trying to remember how beatific this time is ahead,
I am grateful to God for my golden vision,
which appears to be a wonderful envision.
A mysterious traveler from our odd planet,
At home, into the magical realm of sleep gamut,
In a dream, I filled out a waiver and escaped Vietnam,
And I joined the National Guard, my favorite aplomb.
My favorite subject at school was English Literature,
Dad said math and science were vital, not litterateur,
I focused on calculus and left grammar to my proclivity,
I learned to design technical visuals, not creatively.
We were labeled "baby boomers," but we were war babies,
It ensures the happiness of possible rivals abides,
Living in America exposed me to a touch of pioneer history,
Technology and industry drive us forward through mystery.
The dream ceased without falling for the intelligentsia,
She freed me from lethargy by having me fight inertia,
Without her, I could have abused booze and heroin,
It's simpler to surrender to laziness than to be a heroine.
I rode the conveyor to the consulting to provide luxury,
I wrote finance and tech books to show I hump Riff Poetry,
Now I am in search of mystical sights and cosmic vibes,
When the writing is over, I shall resume painting the jibes.
The most exciting dreams are abruptly interrupted,
When the sun's rays approached, rouse erupted,
Appealing experiences, from a need for sleep,
More people assumed occult esoteric creep.
1ST place contest winner
Written: September 15, 2022
The Mystical Dream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon