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If only I had the will to fight it
a sword to smite it
an injustice to right it
a famous quote to cite it...
But of late I teeter and totter
bumble and stumble
creak, 'cos I'm weak
drop the ball or fumble...
If only I could take a pill
to restore my iron will
to bring back the thrill
to leap for joy with verve and skill...
But we both know there's no such pill
not in valley low or high on hill
So what to do? I guess I will
capture lost glory with a quill
No more to fight it!! ~ Just to write it!
June 13, 2023
Entry in John Lawless'
DON'T FIGHT IT - WRITE IT
Poetry Contest
Greatness
Born of hearts desire
A flame of inner fire
Dies to quiet fear
Fades and disappears
Or rises like a dove
To the atmosphere above
Of contempt and envy
Where mediocrity reigns
For doth not heat rises into hovering cold
And light disperse into the black of night
Indeed so
But greatness finds a way
When guarded day by day
Encased in iron will
Protected from the chill
Burning as a glow
For they who find and know
To lock away all aspirations
Within the iron vessel of courage
For heat contained destroys the cold within
And light encompassed dispels the dark
Guard therefore
Every goal and every dream
Let your purpose go unseen
Keep it ever tucked away
Til at long last come the day
When all shall look
And see…
Greatness
…Jeff Bresee
Captain Nemo,
I; Captain Nemo from the silent darkness of the deep search for a rare lost treasure that vanished so very long ago.
Keenly my periscope surveys the shores, scanning intently as through the dark of the deep the Nautilus does silently go.
Always stealthy, yet when the magnificent Nautilus surfaces at any port, the grandest of entrances she makes there putting on such a show.`
The genius in building the wondrous Nautilus everyone can see, with the grandeur of the spectacular Nautilus giving them all such a glow.
From the elegant state rooms decorated in ornate gold, to the lavish meals in the opulent dinning room, then dancing in a room fit for a ball.
Around each corner some fantastic new way, enamoring everyone because the beautiful and stately, awe inspiring Nautilus captivated them all.
Yet even with such riches, I remain the sole commander of the deep, here all alone in my fortress of solitude, by my hand and mind's iron will.
Searching everywhere for that long ago vanished treasure, never content until my one true soul mate I may find... until...
That rarest of rare treasures stops always beckoning unto me from somewhere that I must find, “out there!”
Doomed to travel the world if that is what must be, combing the lands to seek out my soul mate so fair.
To ever so gently take her by her delicate hand on the most amazing trip of a lifetime there together at the bottom of the sea.
Sharing all this whole world has to offer with my soul mate, as Love abounds on the Nautilus living our lives wild and free.
Alas she has been nowhere to be found as yet, and I pursue my vigilant task to find my soul mate true.
No matter where you may be, that place I will some day find, and never relent on this daunting search until I find you.
Remaining ever stealthy hidden in the darkest keep, yet always hunting for you my soul mate with whom our love forever more stays.
Traveling in the wonders of the majestic Nautilus to all parts of the world, happily ever after unto the very last of our many days.
I. The Path Before Her
For years I walked alone—
not by chance, but by choice.
The world felt cold,
and I wore that cold like armor.
Love was a myth,
a tale for the naïve,
while I forged my fate
in the silence of exile.
My heart?
A stranger.
A relic buried beneath
iron will and shadowed skies.
---
II. Her Arrival
Then you appeared—
not as a savior,
but as a spark.
A gaze that pierced
the frost I called home.
You didn’t rescue me.
You reminded me
what warmth could feel like.
Each time I see you,
I am undone.
Not broken—
but rebuilt.
In awe of your grace,
your defiance of odds,
your quiet power
to make the impossible
feel inevitable.
---
III. What She Saw
You saw me—
not the scars,
not the silence,
but the soul still burning beneath.
You called me beautiful
before I believed it.
You held my truth
like a sacred thing,
never flinching,
never fleeing.
---
IV. Legacy Rewritten
You are the jewel
I never sought,
the light I never begged for,
the rhythm that taught
my heart to speak again.
And now,
I do not walk alone.
I walk with wonder.
With you.
---
V. The Echo That Remains
So let this be written,
not just in ink,
but in the marrow of my myth.
She did not just touch my heart—
she awakened it.
And through her,
I remember who I am:
not a shadow,
but a flame.
Not forgotten,
but forged.
The man who walks forward
with love as his legacy.
I stare at people and know
exactly what they're thinking;
a mind-reader who needs no gessing!
You act out your drama...
like you're starring in a soap opera,
but attention and applause
are the things you crave:
a red carpet for your dreams to glow!
I can never be Leonardo di Caprio,
not as young,handsome and kind;
I am an Aquarius, you are a Leo:
two different signs, two contradicting minds;
And I should consider myself a conqueror...
to kiss you on the main deck of the Titanic:
glancing at the midnight's stars above,
feeling the strong wind in our waving hair
as we lose ourselves in deep love...
that seemed so distant and platonic!
I am nothing out the ordinary,
a simple guy looking for the perfect girl...
living on delusion, feeding on fantasy,
trying too hard to bend your iron will;
let's stay friends,forget what could have been!
Look at the bright side: life still moves on,
so don't waste anymore of your time;
going down the road you'll see a sign
that tells you not to be in that drama,
forgetting about being as big as Madonna!
Not Judas alone has sold the Lord,
We all have bartered flesh for sword.
Not Pilate alone has washed his hands,
We all have turned from burning lands.
Not spears alone have pierced the side,
But tongues of fire where lies abide.
Not nails alone have fixed the pain,
But hearts like doors that won't remain.
For when the orphan sought our bread,
We fed him dust and turned our head.
For when the mother screamed in flame,
We bowed our eyes and praised God’s name.
Not Judas alone shall bear the blame,
The world is crucified the same;
And till the stone rolls from the tomb,
War plants its seed, love finds no room.
Not crowns of thorn alone still sting,
But crowns of gold that curse their king.
Not wooden cross alone can kill,
But laws unjust, and iron will.
Not blood alone upon the ground,
But silent debts that still abound.
Not only one betrayed with kiss:
We trade the truth for war’s abyss.
So let no heart claim it is pure,
While bombs fall far, yet we endure;
For every soul that turns away
Adds nails to Calvary today.
From riven ways and lent-for heaven’s vault
we clime on breath enwrit with slender ink,
each word a sworn avouchment ’gainst the dark,
each line a stout denial unto Lethe.
Hands erst in thrall do now the aether shape
with sigils forged of cinder, ash, and balm;
the orphan’s moan, the widow’s fervent cry,
lie twinn’d upon one consecrated leaf.
No tongue herein is beggared or despised—
the hush’d confession, clamant plea alike;
the scripture born of weal and wounded flesh
doth pace as peers in kingly even-stead.
We sing of marches loos’d from iron will,
of Right relearning how to quicken fair;
for Peace is not engender’d out of hush,
but sired by heedful ear to elder griefs.
This labour is no idle courtly sport,
nor dalliance of metre, wit, and breath—
it is a synod call’d by mortal hope,
where Mercy mounts the throne of trembling Fear.
Here, in these staves, the world recalls itself:
that Freedom waketh when all tales are weigh’d,
and Concord draweth first untroubled breath
when every soul long mute is bid to sing.
Oh! Mother India,
Let the pain of bereavement, with all its might,
try not to express itself......
For it will encounter a huge cascading defeat,
And it'll over-flow for sure!
For the cause of pain is so very deep....
Whole Nation is weeping for the great loss of
a noble son of yours!
Dr.A.P.J.Abdul Kalam-
an invaluable gem in your crown!!!
Born in a village called Rameswaram,
laced in the lap of your eastern coromandel coast;
Poverty and hardships filled his childhood,
So he supported his family selling newspapers...
He overcame all struggles of life undeterred,
With an iron will treading the path of hardwork,
Righteousness and sincere effort!
Scaled new heights of success and
grew up to become an eminent aerospace scientist,
A revered professor and
a graceful author of several books,
igniting the minds of millions!
An inspiring soul,a versatile genius
A noble teacher for young and old till the end...
His life-an epitome of discipline, humility, simplicity!
His genius he dedicated, for your defence and designed several missiles
Oh mother so he is rightly called
'The missile man of India'!
He graced your nation as the eleventh president and
touched the lives of millions!
Honour of highest civilian award-The Bharat Ratna, an honour
well deserved!
He ignited a spark in millions of children and youth,
A spark to dream, dream and dream....for
He believed that dreams would trigger the thoughts and
thoughts in turn into actions!
He opind that its always easy to defeat someone,
but difficult to win someone....
Oh mother, your noble son conquered billion hearts
so easily with the charisma of his persona!
He stood an indomitable champion of universal brotherhood
and global peace!!!!!
Salutations to this noble son who has set sail for his
heavenly abode....oh mother this great son of your land
will reside in all our hearts today and forever!
A legend he was while he lived and will be a legend perpetually....
Our loving homage to this enlightened soul!
So far...one world, one destiny
and despite how men have ruled and rule,
courageous women still seek equality.
Who ever said, without comparing, that a female is weaker than a male?
Open the pages of human history...how many heroines have we loved and admired?
Shouldn't they take, at least, partial control without demoting their mate's iron will?
So far...one world, one destiny, but peace is the fartest dream in reality;
and we imagine the existence of other races more advanced and intelligent than ours,
and without any proof, we fear that they will reach Earth and will dominate us indefinitely.
Shouldn't we learn how to get along with one another...
before attempting to settle in other planets, where there's no life?
We'll be wasting resources on discovery instead of helping each other.
So far...one world, one destiny without the gift of intuition;
everyone's eyes stare at each other and simply see their differences...
what if they could be useful in improving our mutual admiration?
We are set apart by national pride and color,
and like beasts we attack, harm and hurt to survive;
but all these thoughts and actions drive us further and further.
He chafes the prayer beads against his wrist
Has died lesser deaths of exasperated rage
It’s not forgiveness he seeks but purifying anger
To feel the rawness of emotion he focusses
On undefeatable loss and zealous slaughter
Of cross fires approaching target practice
A peaceful man and oft discerned by thoughts
In overthinking modes of analytical destruction
The old warrior aims to unleash condensing fury
‘I want to feel the hurt’ and so he turns inside
For considerate vivisection and careful attribution
Selects a modus operandi to excise the pain
Rips off the bandages and washes ointment from
Years of contained and preordained resilience
And resolves that ceasefires of mind must stop
Turns off the light to engage with boiling darkness
Plugs his ears and braves an onslaught of deaf voices
As cacophony and synaesthesia fuel the silent bellow
Once iron will is hot and set on scalding blisters he confronts
Injustices and ravenous beasts of incinerating prey head on
At last they fall on his scalpel once boiling point is reached
To remind himself of the successful operation he chooses not
To stitch the gaping injury because he needs encouragement
Instead he cauterizes his soul and seals a union with himself
16th December 2019