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It would be good to escape from this place, to detach myself from heavy memories,
To leave behind the shadows and stories that have intertwined over time,
To lose myself on unseen paths, seeking the hidden mystery of the unknown,
But staying has its own charm, a bittersweet taste of nostalgia,
All those goddesses of the past, now living in their palaces of dust and dreams,
Weaving their stories with every intensely lived soap opera episode,
And those heroes from the yearbook, with their smiles frozen in time,
Have become keepers of the mundane, among paperwork and sandwiches, searching for meaning.
It's fascinating to stay and watch how dreams scatter in the wind,
How reality wears its heavy cloak over hopes and desires,
But when you step in front of the mirror, avoid seeking the truth of time,
Not to see how the years flow, how they slip away without return in life's hourglass,
In the inevitable whirl of things slowly disappearing into the shadow of forgetting.
i am the land of legend and dreams
billions of years ive been here its seems
a land of dreaming and ancient ways
i have survived for so many days
now my future is very unsure
a modern corruption is burning my core.
my ancient keepers killed and slaved
by the white masters that dig no grave
my oxygen lungs burnt to the ground
my forests are empty and void of sound
i sit in silence
as the the new owners cause violence.
stripping me of my valuable soul
to make money by drilling a hole
why cant they see
the real wealth is here in me
without me you are dust
so why destroy me ?why you must
modern owners with their chains
enslaving the land for their gains
here my voice
we all have a choice
i am gondwanna land
Classrooms ain't boxes, they're launchpads, ya hear
Where minds catch fire and fears disappear!
You don't teach subjects, you light up souls!
Creative sparks flying, beyond old-school goals!
"Can't do it?" No, you flip that script!
"Not yet" is the mantra that's got us all gripped!
When the world screams "QUIT," you whisper "Try,"
Grit in their bones, you're teaching them to fly!
Questions like hammers, shattering' the norm,
Critical minds weather any storm!
You see the genius in every child,
Multiple strengths and talents are running wild!
Culture ain't a costume, it's the heart of your class,
Every story is honoured, no voice shall pass!
The real world's your textbook, with problems to solve,
Projects ignite, and minds evolve!
One-size-fits-all? That ain't your style!
You tailor-make learning, mile after mile!
Ancient wisdom flows through digital streams,
You're bridging worlds, or so it seems!
So here's to you, sculptors of tomorrow,
Stoking the flames, burning through sorrow!
You're the architects, masons, and more -
Of minds unfettered, reaching to soar!
We see you, we hear you, we feel your fire,
Lifting us higher, ever higher!
Now on this day, we shout it clearly,
"Happy Teacher's Day!" Let the world hear!
Your passion ignites, your wisdom guides,
In you, the future of nations resides!
So take a bow, you've earned this praise,
Teachers, we celebrate you, now and always!
In the depths where the hounds of nonexistence bark,
Vigilant guardians of silent eternity,
On the land of somber undulation, the dogs of death howl relentlessly,
They are the keepers of the secret in the tattered webs of time.
I hear their deep cry and recognize their feeble sentence,
Rainhearted, we cannot delay the ferocity of death.
Even if we strive in vain to tame the fleeting passage,
Enslaved by blind fate that leads us, pauses in nonexistence,
I confess with a shame-burned cheek emerging from the depths,
The greatest sin is not that we exist, but that we are not eternal.
The dystopia of death with its outstretched arms encompasses heavy horizons,
In the realm of silence where the spindle of light has never rolled,
Under the humble earth, we shall entwine coolness in a night,
Becoming amnesiacs to the thought that once animated us all.
In the great abyss of nothingness, an uninvited shack lays its threshold,
A refuge for souls that cannot withstand oblivion,
There, with knots playing with thoughts, I bow in respect,
In the labyrinth of silence, I kneel, making an altar out of the spark of a weary world.
Towards the cycle that returns, where the threads of life and death intertwine,
The warmth of a new beginning burns me in the tumultuous crucifixion that repeats,
In the myth pulsating in the depths, where life becomes dying the moment it enters,
After the forgotten universe lies, draped in yesterday's cloak over today.
The copulation of worlds, that cruel game of ignorance,
Childhood and old age mixed, the eternal tale,
Constantly enveloping us in the cloak of false hope,
I wander like forgotten dreams among memories that attempt to quench my thirst.
I let the echoes of deaf death soar over the embers of silence,
The poetics of a lost soul, the song of inkless passage.
Time flies and takes shape in the chaos of estranged grandeur,
Like an altar raised for the madness of unknown and unmarked gods to come.
Yet the dogs of death howl with a crescendo that shakes my bones of history,
Their tears reveal themselves like acid rain over dying and distant times,
Under the weight of the earth, our sins prepare for solemn decay;
We were born and live in a world where perhaps we shouldn't be.
Heat in the poet’s haiku night
Sexyku is the new alright
Baby baby is a new disco inferno
Burn baby burn
Love needs the heat
Music makes it all so sweet
Taste the bourbon
Taste the life
You should all be dancing
Life is so alright
Forget the strife, forget what’s not right
Seekers run amok
Fake news is the new preacher’s lot
You should all be dancing
Life is about love
Sharing and caring
Disco inferno with Travoltas’ flair
Let’s get down, let’s boogie, its only fair!
Clear the air
Burn the preachers
It’s a disco inferno
Burn the judges, burn the prophets
Take a dollar out of Jehovahs’ wallet
Buy the drunk a drink
The good lord will know who is who
Who it is who stinks like an old smelly shoe
It’s a disco inferno
Feel the heat
The sheep is in disco disguise
Trust me on Grimms’ verse
Fairy-tales speak in whispers and ring often true
Is the Wolfe who is the nurse
The sheep so white the devils curse
Humanity looks to the sky
As evil doers wonder why
To the judges our masters and our keepers
We shout
We are free
Of Trumps mockery
Me and Alex were walkin' on State Street one early Saturday morning
in the bright sun reflecting off deep snow. I saw long-haired ghosts of '67
drift by on the nearly deserted sidewalk....Alex didn't see them, but they looked
my way, held my gaze, and shuffled on.
....I heard bullhorns blasting truth, and
students rushing by, clutching busted heads,
early in the mornin'
.....30yrs. ago,
walkin' on State Street.
now,
silent anthems sleep,
while ages sow keepers
who lift hearts
like the sunrise,
spurring miracles from
helpless seeds,
amid the yearning, frozen will, and
gun-clenched enemies of peace,
....30yrs. ago,
walkin' on State Street
....dedicated to the courageous students at the University of Wisconsin, Madison who, in 1967
staged a peaceful sit-in on campus to protest 'Dow Chemical' (manufacturers of napalm)
recruiting at the University,
Madison Police were called in to clear the building, (at the request of the school's Dean)
brutality erupted, sending chills to College campuses nationwide, sparking students at
Universities across the nation to protest the 'Vietnam War' the rest is history...
Dear all, because this beat's for the dreamers,
The rhyme-slingers, metaphor-bringers, and meaning-seekers.
We're the Friends of Inkwell, a tribe of our own,
Where every voice matters, every poem's a cornerstone.
There is no judgment here, just open hearts and minds,
We're co-travellers on this journey, leaving no one behind.
Your struggles are mine, your triumphs I'll cheer,
In this circle of trust, there's nothing to fear.
Stanza break? We've got your back.
Writer's block? We'll help you hack.
Meter wobbling? We'll steady your feet.
Rhymes not flowing? We'll help you meet.
We're peer teachers, soul-reachers, inspiration-preachers,
Breaking down walls, we're the judgment impeachers.
Your words are gold, don't let anyone say otherwise,
In our eyes, every line's a prize.
Positivity is our mantra, humanity our guide,
In this space we've created, there's no need to hide.
Bring your raw emotions, your half-formed thoughts,
In this garden of verses, see what blooms from the plots.
We celebrate diversity in style and form,
Free verse or sonnet, haiku or brainstorm.
Your unique voice is what makes us strong,
In our collective, you will always belong.
So pick up that pen, let the ink start to flow,
In this safe space, watch your confidence grow.
We're the Friends of Inkwell, and this is our creed:
Every poet has value, and every story we need.
From novice to master, we're all on this quest,
To express our truths and put our souls to the test.
In joy and sorrow, in triumph and doubt,
We'll lift each other, of that there's no doubt.
So come one, come all, to this poetic feast,
Where every word's sacred, from greatest to least.
In the Friend of Inkwell, you'll find your tribe,
Where creativity flows and positivity thrives.
Remember, dear poets, as you spill your art,
You're not just writers, you are keepers of the heart.
In this space we've created, let your spirit take flight,
For in the Friend of Inkwell, every word shines bright!
Dedicated and with thanks to "Lash" who inspired
this, lived it, and cried as he told me.
Peace keepers they called us
But we’re just uniformed fools
Paying lip service to security
While terrorists broke all the rules.
That’s my best mate
Sitting over there
Eyes fixed on the wall
In a long blank stare.
His body’s all a tremble
He’s nodding his head
I try to catch his attention but
His eyes are blank and dead.
That last street patrol
Was just one patrol too far
In his mind he’s still seeing
That fast burning car.
The child he’s holding tightly
As he smothers out the flames
The mother holding another
Screaming out their names.
Just innocent people
Who happened to walk past
Caught by chance in
That car bombs blast.
It seems to me he’s in
A near catatonic state
So I guess for now I’ve lost
Another long standing mate.
It’s down time now
A wad and a smoke
Somebody cracks
A spirit lifting joke
But my best mate is still
Well away from it all
That glassy eyed stare
Still fixed on the wall.
The medics are coming
They’ll sedate him to bed
See what they can do
To sort out his head.
It just won’t be the same
Now that he’s gone
I’ll miss him like hell
But this life still moves on
Back out in the streets we made sure
We didn’t act without due thought,
Some trouser polishing johnny lawyer
Would’ve have had us up before the court.
We've come across great waters
and this land we do proclaim
to be our lands forever more
through eminent domain.
At first, we'll let you co-exist
like the keepers of a zoo
it's best for us, that you don't know
what we have in store for you.
We'll tell you that we come in peace
that there's room for all to live
but that promise will soon run out
like water through a sieve.
At first our numbers will be few
but many more will come,
and when we have all gathered
to our wants you will succumb.
You of course, will struggle
you'll put up quite a fight,
but we'll stand firm, for after all
our God give us the right.
We'll rape the land for profits
kill off all your food
we'll herd you up like cattle
for a life of servitude.
And when the dust is settled
and all is said and done
we'll give you back your arrows
but we'll just keep the guns.
For after all, we're civilized
unlike you heathen breeds
you no longer have a home
but you got that string of beads.
We'll crush your native customs out
in just a few short years
we'll walk the path of our destiny
while you trudge your trail of tears.
The motto for Canada is, A Mare Usque Ad Mare, you see,
it is Latin from the Old Testament of the Bible taken;
Psalm 72:8 "He shall have dominion from sea to sea,
and from the river unto the ends of the earth"(I like it !)
So, since 1921 it has been Canada's motto "from sea to sea"
we touch the Pacific, Artic, and Atlantic (that's neat you must admit !)
I have never figured out why the motto should not be,
"from ocean to ocean to ocean" the country would with pride awaken;
but what does this girl know in reality.
The motto represents a country with open doors,
we have beautiful forests, mountains, wilderness and ocean shores;
Canada is a country of unity and diversity and we have great beer !
Our borders accept all who need a safe haven from wars,
we are a country of peace keepers from sea to sea;
of course, I am proud and bias because I am lucky to be born here !
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January 08, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/A Mare Usque Ad Mare
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1420-005-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Latin Lessons
sponsor, Margarita Lillico, Judged 02/17/2022