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Michaela Renee 's World
Creative, Visionary...Welcome to Michaela
Renee's World,
Where truth endures raw, where the margins
Swirl,
Where life don't maneuver in a straight-
Line scene-
It arches, it snaps, it flips between.
Twist and turns in every gist, Rhymatic
Beats cut keen-edge and gleaming.
This ain't just poetry- it's pulse and momentum,
It's breath grasped tight in a crowded space.
Life talks blaring in the path you choose, opt
Some wayside break, some on the roads
Bruise.
But you walk powerfully built through every
Curve, Spoken word solid with grit and nerve.
Storms impact hard but you don't fold, you
Revise pain into bars you hold.
Every setback flickers a line you acquires,
Every information taught flips into a zigzag
Flow in your pulse and pace,
Truth in your voice, fire in your territory,
This world is yours- You set the locality,
Michaela Renee...
You carve your path, turning thriving chaos
Into spoken-world flame.
She covets luxury so unprecedented
especially a lingerie made by a thousand hands
with sparkling diamonds out of bounds to human sight
and covers made out of a century of crafting.
He wants a green eyed Caucasian female
with typical African voluptuous curves
and an Asian radiance and rare brilliance
rendering an unthinkable level of submission.
They want a colourful and commanding job
giving a bank-staggering salary which is inversely proportional
to its official tasks and responsibilities but go hand in hand
with luxurious benefits and jaw breaking allowances.
We want a locality made up of
Australian cities, the British police and German manufacturers;
Swiss leadership, Chinese flowers and Italian designers;
French delicacies, American entertainment and the wealth of Arabia.
Thus the world of our fantasies is limitless
and the map of our imaginations is borderless and endless
even as our wishes and good life temporarily date,
we should always shake up the senses
to the realization of the actual existing world
while we pursue in all honesty, the one’s within our reach.
written on the 6th of January 2016
sponsor- Broken Wings
Needing desperately my time on the porch
The cloudy days have gloomily encroached
Upon my emotions so that I could cry the tears
Equal to the rain that is pouring down around
The sun has already risen
Hidden behind dark gray
Blanketed clouds weeping
Moisture on all the ground
The only gold to be seen
Is the golden Helianthus Maximilianii
Prairie Sunflower that blooms
It definitely has to be the sun
On a day like today
The trees are holding
So much moisture
That the leaves weep
Onto the saturated ground
Is God weeping
Over the whole world
From his throne
In the third heaven above
So much is wrong
Moral decay
People lost for what
Life is all about
People feeling that
There is no hope
That all is lost
Financial ruin for many
The rooster still crows
And the crows are
Crawing from a different
Locality far away
There are dogs
Barking down
Across the creek
Where the fighting roosters stay
Like there is something
Wrong down there
Maybe a hungry Bobcat
Or wild dog herd
Responsibility calls
Need to go and leave
The peace and comfort
Come down from the mountain
Form:
I now must live my life by a code, "Trust No One."
I know the extent my government will go with their ruthless intimidation.
Your worst enemy in the world could end up being your very best friend.
Here is how I envision the possibility of this happening.
My best friend is in a pickle, major tax liability.
This debt has been orchestrated and exaggerated by the IRS agency.
He is about to lose everything and he's supporting his family,
then my government steps in very polite, but very intimidatingly.
"You do this for us and your country,
and we will leave you alone, along with your entire family.
We will negotiate a very reasonable plan to settle your tax liability,
all you have to do is help us and help serve your country.
Bring your best friend alone to this locality.
We will take it from there, and escort you home directly.
We appreciate all your help and your service to your country,
in our War On Terror and all terrorist activity."
The next thing you know I vanish mysteriously.
This Kind Of Thing Is Happening Presently All Across My Country.
Individuals on this god forsaken terrorist watch list,
have mysteriously, suspiciously suddenly vanished,
or have met premature uninvestigated deaths,
most likely because they all were very active activists,
successfully reaching the masses,
and my government doesn't tolerate this.
Since I'm too on this list, I must now live a life of complete isolation,
and never break my code, Trust No One.
JERKS OF JEALOUSY
Two thick n' lovely friends, friends forever type
Ugly poverty had its brutal curse on both of them
Thick n' thin of life, equally did they share...
Both good at sports, budding athletes of their locality
New contest announced, In prize-trophy, sports shoe !
Both took up challenge, preparation on in full-swing...
Motivation n' moral boost-up, coach and the trainee, both were for both!
Arrived the D- day - One lost , One won!!
This is the point where story takes a U-turn..
One who lost got jealous, best moments till date
dissolved and diluted.
Wicked jealousy corroded his mind like sulphuric acid...
In fit of jealousy burnt he the shoes won by his own dear friend...
Another contest declared in neighbouring town, winner friend said,
I won't partake due to ligament tear.. but buddy you have to win this time
The new shoes I won, you wear and keep it as my gift all yours!
Good luck my friend he patted and left, still unaware
about shoes' fate which he had kept safe in chest.
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
When heavy rain has caused mass run-off from bare farmland above
and the creek has become murky and muddy reddish browned
How do the fish, the turtles, eels and also tiny shrimp, maintain vision,
to fossick for their food in the locality where they are found
In the tropic monsoon wet season, it can often take some weeks
before the creek has subsided and the water finally clears
Environmental pollution, that results from mans pursuits,
it's exponential, been happening for years
Will it take mass extinction of most of humankind to return to sanity,
on this beautiful creation, known as planet Earth
Craziness prevails throughout the human race
common sense and love seems to be in a state of dearth
I am an enemy combatant house detainee.
Surveillance cameras are placed in my apartment strategically
and a computer chip has been implanted in me surgically
which informs my government of my every locality.
It was decided not to incarcerate me.
I'm more useful working and contributing to the economy.
I've been judged a suspected enemy combatant because of what I believe
and my government sees that as a threat apparently.
What is this truth that I hold to be self evident?
My U S Constitution and Declaration of Independence.
*
The above is a fictionalized fantasy,
but is well on its way to becoming reality.
It is not one's right but one's duty to dissent
when one's government has been over run with corruption.
the last tram passes away
the boy
who is the owner of every parted-kite
sits lonely on the empty bench of the park
and makes it enlightened
in one pocket
he has few pieces of dry breads
in another
the air to play on bamboo-flute
the night is filled with
mushroom
all the shout within the dialogues
gradually becomes weak
and vanishes
there is no tangle in the
hair
the bier of the hindu-satkar-samiti
runs away
causing a quake in the locality
some needles
small medium and big
are doing their morning-walk
on the thread-line
that is the secret of a phoenix
One night returning home from the marketplace
Street lights suddenly went out.
I could see the road curving in the headlight of my car.
After driving for some time ,I reached a place
By the side of a streamlet.
Yet there is no streamlet in my locality
Nor on the way from that market place to my home.
Confused I turned back but reached at another place.
This time by the side of a rill ,water hyacinth floated,
Some houses standing quietly in the darkness
On its other bank.
Again ,I failed to know where I was;
It seemed nature disguised herself in another garb.
Then, to my relief, in that lonely atmosphere
I saw some local youths loitering.
I asked them for directions to my locality.
One of them gave me directions of the routes
I should take
I resumed driving my car to the direction he indicated .
After driving some distance on the right turning roadway
I saw some women standing on the roadside
A pressure lamp placed before them.
Oh, a beautiful girl I saw among them !
She seemed like a maiden in an oasis
To a tired wayfarer who lost his ways in the desert.
I politely asked them for direction to my locality
Not sure, although told by those youths which direction to go.
One of them told me to go further till a crossroad
There to turn left and drive to find my locality.
I again drove my car.
Then the street lamps illuminated the dark street and I knew
The place where I was .
Oh, that was the place I frequented, and it
Not far from my locality.
I reached home, finally out of a big puzzle.
But I felt that night I had roamed to unknown places
Exotic in the darkness of the night .
It was an exciting experience .
25th April 2008
The town lost its street maps,
new plots of land appeared, houses were built
where just yesterday there had been none.
Her world seemed relocated,
changed, as if it had been redrawn.
They had not shared their likes or interests
they had not even shared an equitable life,
and at times had pawned and reclaimed each other,
negotiations and currency
always a part of an unwritten deal.
Now she understood how landscapes can change
minds see from their own windows
through different lenses.
She recalled with late regret
that each of them had not surrendered,
they coexisted in the same place
but a locality riddled with mirages,
scenes they mind-painted
with unseeing eyes.