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This once nation of peace and calm, lies in chaos and anarchy
It's Government in broken promises, imploding indefinitely
Students are the first to react, their future in tattered torn
Through barricades they implore, their resilience will never be worn
To go back on why you've been voted in, is sacrilege to them
Being blatant has been their response, from alleged honourable men
Days of protests abound, whilst the multitudes in gather grow
Anarchy is their cry, it's for you, whom we'll overthrow
A week has duly passed, as the masses rise in cities rife
They target Government offices, now lying empty in soulless strife
Stubbornness kicks in, by these trusted voted in
In blind they see no reason, to allow their lies to thin
We are now into the second week, enforcement officers cannot contain
Around their table the dishonourable crew, call in our fighting men
Through the barricades, dialogues from our forces gain
Brothers shout to brothers, through the same windows, mirrored are pains
For they have similar irks, to be combatant without their needs
Being posted to lands we don't belong, filling their Governments greed's
Barriers now in fall, amidst the students their brothers unite
No weapons are called upon, a non triggered anarchy strikes
Many cities are now affected, in education down
The anarchy cry kicks in, whilst the Government in place sits drowned
On the steps of No 10, it's aged door now lies ajar
I no longer speak for the people he says, our lies have gone too far
Voted in, now voted out, candidates step forward, in truthful elected cry
For whom now elected, be prepared for the reign, or future political die
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No one nor you, me love, be free from flaws,
A flaw endears more than it ever irks,
It sounds strange, dimple a dire flaw ere was,
Life comes alive with foibles, whims and quirks.
A mortal life and faultless? Holy Grail,
A perfect head and heart in faultless flesh,
Is not it too much of an obscure tale?
Perfection’s a pathless pursuit, no dash.
If a thing of art has to be alive,
Forget the fault of faultless offering,
Whence ye think a ray of light would arrive
If there's no crack nor yet an opening?
I love you dear nigh just as ye have been,
A-perfect-you makes you nigh but machine.
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Sonnet | 07.08.2018 | beauty, perfection
Poet’s note: Imagine a couple in conjugal bed and discussing. The lady seems too keen to have a word from her husband describing her as one with no flaw. The man tries to bring home the point that a thing of beauty is always alive like Nature, and yet cannot be perfect like say a machine-made art. Nature is beautiful despite its subtle imperfections.
It was such an uneventful day today
Tonight, I want to prove otherwise
To my Father above, but maybe someday
It's a windy night in the desert...walking tonight would be rather unwise…
It was such an unremarkable day
Tonight, I need to pray away the pain
That's been kept concealed in my heart of stone...I, alone, can't stand this dreariness - no way!
It's a windy night in the desert…I'm wishing for rain instead not to go down the drain
It's such a mundane time for me inside my cranium
It's a mind-numbing numbness I can't quite fathom
Stimulate me with your serenity and everything in between
I'm as dry and worn-out as dust on your clothing, left unseen
Banal words and worthlessness irks me at times like these…
I'm bothered to the extreme, so I want to let go of my worries
In the brisk desert breeze
To set you and I at ease
I've become wearisome and alone lately…
Frankly blind as well as smiling miserably
Please save me from my lonesome state of mind
Please give me back meaning in life, so I can find…so I can find...
Solace for my fragile feet to run to,
Happiness for my fingers to brew,
Progress to make and to freely undo,
And Peace for my hyperactive mind of rue
God will give it to me in due time, in due time
His kindness is as ripe as fresh fruit in its prime
But, this ugly sorrow is like grime upon my soul
You're still beautiful today and tomorrow as a whole
I'm sorry that I wasn't productive in this short life
I'm wanting freedom and liberty away from strife
I spent my time on my pleasures and foolish leisure
Instead, I should have looked up to You and be mature
I'm just a tedious, hideous and preposterous beast before the dawn; dusk is gone,
Left on my own in this castle, filled with coldhearted lies in which I feast upon
I made a good impression on the Lord this afternoon, doing nothing but troublesome ways...
I gave up trying to do what is right in the past like a buffoon, doing ridiculous tricks for silly praise
I am not a circus buffoon for all to simply laugh at
I am not a beast that is neglected and alone
I am not a foolish man or a reckless and dirty rat
I am just a boy who wasted time on his phone..
What can I say
I don't receive it every day
Though I never check it
But once a year
So how would I know
If It was really there
Just like on Facebook as well
I never check my messages
Which irks my daughter to no end
Though I truly must confess
This is also the way of my house
As I watch the messages scroll
And I wonder should I answer it
By the time I figure out if I should
That number is surely gone from sight
It is no big thing to me though
My older sister used to go crazy
She would say how am I suppose
To get a hold of you in an emergency
I'd say because I hear the message
I most always keep the ringer off
Then I had the see through phone
So I just watched the lights go off
Maybe I will check my soup mail
more often than not
I wrote this last night because I checked my soup mail and seen there were 5 messages;
9/ 24- 25/ 12;30am 2012
Coffee and skimmed milk
Fortifying supplements gulped;
Morning hit parade
Fragrant scented dawn
Plumeria flower burst;
Yellow and pink and white wows!
Melancholic me
Stripping sad self;
Indulging irks I...
By and by
We get to then;
Cremated ashes
Be nothing
Do nothing;
Love something
Sensorial rapture
One flinging moment;
The fatal finale
Skyscraper plot ratio
Builders in cahoots;
Pricey real estate
And in the end
Death rewards all;
Beyond insignificance
Truth is bitter
Gall to the body;
Phoenix to the soul
Moments offer
Magic and mystery;
Do you believe
Timeless
Rapture;
Sublime now
Leon Enriquez
14 May 2014
Singapore
Taking the Top Off the Bottom
Have a goal of taking your piece of the world apart,
Taking on, as many as you can, life’s kluges and quirks,
Buy a ticket to the reach the matter’s heart,
Aim to see how the inside works.
It takes imagination, the trajectory of a dart,
To see what is obscured, what lurks,
Shedding light on life’s gremlins’ starts,
Ending demons that drive us berserk.
But though it takes aerodynamic parts,
Be straight as an arrow or your effort won’t work,
Anything has a cause-effect mart,
Paying the asking price certainly irks.
Not paying is like swallowing a quart,
Of 100 proof liquid moonshine murk.
Getting beneath the muddy bottom is an art,
That teaches how to use a scalpel and dirk,
And to be alert, and Heaven knows we need more lerts
Narcissus And Echo
Thou scheme a tale, rightly told through Ovid,
Entreat thee twain hearts thus thee speak thereof,
Grant thee their role, dark, yea set thee forward,
Born per a nymph, reverse, a nymph in love.
Narcissus, hunter, heavenly vision,
Echo, spent in love and a shadow be,
She paces him in hopeful liaison,
He senses her presence but cannot see.
He beckons, his words albeit rebound,
Her confession irks him, she is ignored,
She kills herself, transmutes as a faint sound,
Nemesis made Narcissus self-adored.
He loved his image, were not meant two halve,
Killed himself for the one he could naught have.
*A glen echoes a rippling stream whose banks beget flowering golden Narssisci.
February 21
*1st Place*
Your Favorite Legend
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke
*3rd Place*
STRAND NO 800 ,any theme,any form FINALE
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables
A Tongue firmly in cheek poem based on soup poetry contests
I can only agree with your sentiment Mister Lawless
Although I enter a few select contests nevertheless!
I know you’re discerning, and don’t show any bias
Yet with some sponsors wins they clearly deny us!
Some claim they judge blind, do they take us for fools
Buddies given top spots, they don’t follow their rules!
Regarding ‘no names’ once a sponsor soup mailed me
Saying ‘I could do better’ so my poem wasn’t top three!
I see crass decisions, syllable counts that are very wrong
A typo and poor rhyming, yet they still win a blinking gong!
What irks me is rhyming forms that have errors in the rhyme
Yet the sponsor declares the winning poem was totally sublime!
I take the risk with this contest, knowing I may get an n/a
If it doesn’t place I’ll put it in a ‘screwed’ contest one day!
For those who aren’t aware n/a stands for ‘not a chance’
Some even pull their losing poem in that circumstance!
I use contests to boost my creativity, I don’t enter every one
as it’s not the Nobel Poetry Prize when all is said and done!
I don’t need to enter every stinking poetry soup contest
Knowing many wins are fixed and MY poem was the best!
Contests! We don’t need no stinking contests
Sponsored by John Lawless
7/21/18
Maties I will say Ahoy
And tell you things that just annoy
The wind out of all my sails
As I state a little tale
Of something that irks my ship
While we take a little trip
Through the waters of my mind
Come with me and you will find
The anchor that's pulling me down
Will soon make you cry and frown
Something that needs to be sank
Wishing it would walk the plank
Leaving a big splash of hope
That will climb up a big rope
Into the crows nest up above
Filling up the world with love
Instead of hatred being shot
From a cannon to the hearts
Of the weak in every port
Who have tried so hard and fought
Not to surrender, plead or beg
To what's in the powder keg
Of every racist in the county
Who takes the innocence's bounty
Away each and every time
They do this dastardly bad crime
AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH !!!!!!
For the Annoy Contest
When the day is done
And you are at ease
Just recharge your mind
Do as you please
Just relax
Your heart is pounding
From a fast paced track
Slow the pace down
Just relax
From the helter skelter living
To the treadmill pounding
There is no sense at all
If you cannot rest for a while
Take some time out and discern
So vigour is reborn
Sit down, lie down, float around
But always try, to just relax
Just relax from the strains that rides us
From the tedium of life which irks us
From the sorcerers who torment us
From The Strawman who represent us
Don't worry at all
Things will change
Keep your countenance
Let it shine
Feel the joy, that's inside
Do good, so it may comfort your soul
Sing praises, let your blessings unfold
Your heart is pounding
Beating your chest
You are under constant scrutiny
You are under constant duress
Recharge your aura
Be blessed
Put aside your burden
And just relax
Live your life
With no regrets
Ignite your passions
Seek a redress
So what was hidden from your sight
Becomes the new dawning
Becomes the new Light
Look upon the clouds
Watch the trees
Watch their growth
Watch the animals as they frolic
Over the glens and down the crevice
Watch the trees planted tall
Watch the plants, clinging to the wall
And with purpose, they survive
When I think of the wonders
I then realize
Take some time out to be amazed
Take some time out to laze
For of all the things that keeps us on the track
Never forget your blessing
When you just relax