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It’s late and dark,
In a place where the hands have lost sight of existence
It’s a pause of panic. Butterflies are erupting elevating with frustration
I can see the thoughts float by as my heart is ticking
My body is gaining momentum but it’s anchored in my deep illusion of thought
I’ve now penetrated the inner layer of my mentality
A vivid production featuring a spectrum of genres
Act 1 scene 1: starring Anger, Jealousy and hatred
Anger is provoked by the jealousy
It has been cracked by the venom of jealousy and leaked the fragrant liquid of hatred
Venom of no antidote
They’re long lived rivals always keeping alert from their conspiracies.
And now its infected, but then comes the Sorcerer.
Act 1 Scene 2:
Here Sorcerer begun the old rituals, started the fires of its wisdom in the thin air of
A twinkling full moon,
The wolves’ howl and the crickets’ chirp
Melodies of love and harmony.
They soothe, motivate and make us dream,
A Dreamy mischievous night.
Your addictive body scent doesn’t abandon my nostrils.
I can smell it of my garments and feel it in my memories.
Reminisces nights of joy and love.
Where our lips have crossed the boundaries and united.
Rosy, soft lips that I can’t get enough of
The smile that can’t leave my mind,
Thinking of you drags from hell
Don’t know if it’s the touch of your lips,
The feel of your skin,
Or satisfaction of lust
But its keeps me hanging waiting for the better tomorrow
It’s my antidote for my inner demon,
My angel that creates my halo
He smells the passion and perfume,
the mild and manic moments
of a young love.
Here comes a ragged flight of crows;
he squints in the cold sunlight.
Blue shadows glimmer and glint.
He has a lover in mind;
a dead one,
the crows carry her memory to him.
The aroma of deep red wine,
silk stockings discarded
yet still writhing and tangling.
The clumsy sincerity
of sexual pantomimes,
Tipsy lipreading's of arousal
utter their naked words,
glimmers sculpture
tantric passions into recollection.
He wonders
did any of this change -
the girl, the crows, the tidal musk,
the surfacing ebb and flow
the sense of it all?
Autumnal flares
restore a late warmth
to cooling images.
The long-lived
out run their dreams.
Ardor awakens once more
between scarlet lips.
It's a kindred, half-living
kind of being.
The seasoned
shelter such memories
under concealing crows feet,
or beneath
chameleon-lidded eyes.
The affectionate mother, whom I loved has long left
her earthly dwelling to flee
to a Paradise extrasensory peaceful;
and surrounded by angels,
she tenderly flashes an effulgent smile and looks upon
me and whispers many prayers
for a son whose face is her total resemblance!
And in me her noble soul lives with a sweetness,
which has made me forgotten that there's death...
by rekindling that maternal memory!
Before I go to sleep, I reflect on my day that has passed without dire...
by staring at a portrait, which makes her facial expressions
seem so real like when she eloquently spoke, glimpsing into tomorrow;
I'm wishing for tears to fall, but none do...too numerous tears
have her child's eyes shed to empty themselves of their sorrow!
Why cry and induce more mourning...when glory has awarded her a halo?
She endured much, and said little, to strengthen me with her example,
and will harsh winters lash me with their furious winds, no fright...
no discouragement can overwhelm me and make me shiver and tremble;
violent storms extirpate trees, fears won't uproot what I extol!
Extraordinary was her motherly love: intense and insuperable,
to build me up when my confidence was down and I refused to have fun;
and if I felt miserable, she mollified my misery, grief and sadness,
to never let me lose my momentum, to miss out on a great, indelible moment!
Showing my mistrust intensified the tone of her vocal chords...
low esteem wasn't another kind of modesty, just a lost milestone!
Secular and firm...and yet divine, was her faith emboldening me;
emerging in the form of a lovely rainbow to brigthen my obscurity!
I longed for affection, hoping it would have been long lived...as that love so tangible,
which still guides my footsteps to rekindle that maternal memory!
An American legendary comedian and actress
Now smiles on new stamp of USPS
A long-lived fellow born in Illinois
With perpetual charm and glamor, oh boy!
Betty Marion Ludden-- her real name
Her screen role and contributions brought her fame
First woman who produced the American national TV show
A sitcom star with various awards, still to mention below.
For almost seven decades on vast screen appearances
Brought world-wide entertainment, great happiness
From radio, starred on TV productions and variety shows
Game show host icon and on Emmys--winning awards snow!
Considered as Guinness World Record Holder
For Longest Career on Female TV Entertainer
An author of six books, some with audio, a talented writer
Her charity works advocated animal rights, so remarkable!
Sometimes we all do and say
Things that hurtfully betray
Those we should never dismiss
When did it come down to this
Making us pain those who care
It's not moral, nice or fair
To see tears in someones eyes
From the awful long lived lies
Coming out more and more evil
As we play this devils deal
Never leaving us alone
Turning our hearts into stone
Causing us to be more brutal
To resist is just plain futul
Once it grabs on and sticks in
There's no turning back again
Even the sweetest and kindest
Person can't run==they will find it
Bubbling up strong and deep
Inch by inch it starts to creep
From their inner darkest soul
Losing your sense of control
This evil will penetrate
It takes over and can't wait
To cause more trouble and chaos
Loving every time it takes us
To a place we know is wrong
But the powers much too strong
To avoid the hurt once more
And watch another sad tear
Start to fall and re-appear
On the painful faces of
Those we care about and love
SELAH
As the sharp rays
of sunlight slowly sliced
through the tarring tinted clouds,
I wiped away the web
of darkness of night;
broke off a piece of time
and used it to scrape away
the corrosion of apathy
from the heart of my mind
and resuscitated eroded emotions.
Today I will open
dusty luggage of creativity
and pull out wrinkled war worn words;
etch ebony emotions of long lived life
onto the refined pulp of trees
And weave soul stirring songs;
mould scented flowers
of peace, love and justice; as
I feel the breath of God
warming my serene sweet soul
while feathering the nest
of my precious, poetic pregnant mind.
Selah.
I love the browns in Tahoe’s nature,
I cry from the beauty in each acre ….
I have seen many parts of America,
savored each region’s unique flavor,
yet I am now a mute and awed appraiser.
In Tahoe, nature and enchantment neighbor.
Deep inside me, emotional tribute waves
gather, build and then rise in praise.
I feel the fuel of my soul’s veneration
as it revels in my Father’s creation.
My head and my heart harbor no doubt
that God comes here for any timeouts.
The oldest, tallest and most sturdy trees
are the lakes and mountains strong trustees.
Each flaunts an assured, confident attitude
for they have long lived their attributes.
I watch these trees with my soul’s eyes
as each nestles clouds in lazy, velvet skies.
Trunks reddish to dark brown are superb.
Such huge trees dwarf mankind into a blur.
Ancient brown trunks are divine to behold.
I give thanks man left them undisturbed.
I would love to dwell in this forest’s folds.
A simple cabin would serve my fantasy.
Each day I’d visit a different brown tree,
absorb them one by one, most happily.
Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.
Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly still
in the forest, valleys, at the backyards, or upon every hill
classified as deciduous and evergreen trees of scientific thrill
serving well as resources the Almighty provides for mankind’s good will.
Our value showcases the Lord’s commitment
with our partnership to be useful in every engagement
such as furnishing oxygen, essential for breathing moment
along food, shelter, medicines, tools, bridges of great enrichment
midst ecological enjoyment, health investment, and life-enhancement.
As our leaves mitigate heat
we share climate amelioration feat
improve air quality toward a joyous greet
conserve water, preserve soil where we all meet…
midst our community and social contributions, hard to beat.
Peace we exude can vanquish stress
wafting freedom that relieves woe and distress
along playgrounds, we bring joy of serenity-buttress
whereas parks and resorts become rejuvenation-fortress
inspiring a poet ready for songstress and choir conductress.
We praise the Creator for enabling us to be a delight
since our wondrous usefulness pleases Him with full might
maximizing our best for optimized utility of triumphant height
with His blessings to be shared with love, devoid of selfishness-blight…
Now, our question to people: why are you exploiting us for greediness’ flight?
*Psalm 104:16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted.
Personification in Rhyme form
May 22, 2022
2nd place, "Wisdom from Trees" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/28/2022.
mass burial
we did nothing
to deserve brutality
is not our hopes
to shade this tears
in public
where have we gone
too wrong to deserve
this atrocities
for every blast we die
in multitude
for every egg of fire
we own a
mass burial
this is cry's in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just
blast innocent humans? again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
we long lived
peace full
never we intend
to lay our own
people in multitude
six feet
we have been
existing peace fully?
before this stranger's
came in
first they came as friends
and now we are in hell
from this friendship
as our life are devalued
right in front of our view
as this strange friends
keep robbing and killing
our dignity
and when we try
to fight back
they turn steal bird
so each egg it lays
curse us a
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just blast
innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
what shall we do
when all we know
how to do is maintain
peace
so we choose to stand
up for our right
despite they keep
killing us in multitude
we believe they can't kill
us all
so the brave say keep moving
don't gave up the fight
for peace
don't gave up your right
is not a crime to be free
yet as we fight
we lay somany of our
own to sleep forever
when ever the steal bird
lays an egg is a
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird has just
lay an egg from the sky
another animal has just blast
innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
mass burial
we live with a religion
of truth
under the foundation
of love we knew
the value of peace
not until our land was
invaded attacked
while our walls were
painted with blood
so we choose to defend
our selves
i wonder if that is a crime
yet while we stand our
ground
it cost is painful
as it out come brings a
mass burial
at the end of the day
i know one day it will
touch intelligent humans
so they could cry like
we do in our
mass burial
their is crys in the city
another steal bird
has just lay an egg
another animal has just
blast innocent humans again
and now we have a
mass burial
As a war journalist, my new assignment
took me to the side-line of the Elfin war zone,
where I found an old tavern,
a long-time community center for the travelers and locals,
flocking to meet, share stories and unwind
in the cozy rustic milieu,
that preserved the essence of social camaraderie
and congenial hospitality with a touch of familiarity.
The patrons heartily drank pints of chilled beer,
that the owner proudly called Old Ale,
brewed specially and aged properly
to get the strength and the darkness
with the sweet malty flavor of dried fruits
that I found immensely invigorating.
I heard the staff and patrons converse animatedly
about the current status of the on-going war not far,
where the Elves, the oldest Middle-earth species,
were fiercely engaged with Morgoth and his clan
for hundred years, with Feanor as their leader,
who found natural ally with the humans,
and was supported by the Elven adventurers.
I came to know that many long-lived Elves
had grown weary of the long-drawn war,
and had returned to Aman where the Elves had settled.
Those who stayed in the Middle-earth
were close to their long-cherished goal
of establishing their own kingdom.