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I know Nothing, and I know it well;
and that ensures that my head doesn't swell.
Nothing is nothing to gripe about,
suppressing any desire to shout.
Nothing is the stuff of sleepless nights;
it's like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nothing has no heft or feel to it:
the legacy of a hypocrite.
Nothing, sometimes, is all you have left;
loss of innocence is a slow theft.
Nothing isn't easily washed away,
even by the tears wept every day.
Nothing is frightening to confront,
like an empty gesture or affront.
Nothing can obscure your path to love;
it forces your heart to rise above.
Sitting by the firelights glow
Immersed in personal thought
Wandering down memory lane
Dwelling on life-lessons taught
Trying to accept things
That nobody can change
There will always be questions without answers
(That's strange)
If you ask a question
You are entitled to a reply
Is the stifled silence
Because the answer is a lie
When you are young and innocent
Your mind is a clean page
How sad to become cynical
About life as we age
This causes me stress
I become anxious and depressed
The loss of innocence
Upsets me I confess
I know this way of thinking
Is idealistic and unreal
This doesn't alter
The way I feel
The world's gone crazy
Perhaps it's not the case
In the beginning
The world was a beautiful place
What more could anyone want
When God supplied our need
Until Satan showed his ugly face
And introduced us all to greed
The firelights fading now
Night is drawing in
This life is not all
Tragedy, sorrow and sin
If we try to accept
The good with the bad
Life would be easier
And we wouldn't feel so sad
In Memoriam of brave, lost souls during the First World War
Our insides churn, nostrils flare, with the pungent stench,
Order given to leave our sanctuary and trench.
Battle cry, whistle blown and up and over we go;
Standing together in advancement row by row.
We, doomed soldiers, marching onto the battlefield
holding our rifles, killing weapons, as our shields.
Hats made of tin lay cumbrous on our head,
Boots holding chaffed, unsteady feet, as we tread.
Upfront the enemy and fast approaching us,
Peaceful bygone days, oh— how beautiful it was!
Loss of innocence, bloodied through war, outbraves,
Blades turn crimson red — so many early graves.
Bugles sound, shells explode, blinded and choked within;
Shattered dreams, shattered lives, battle we may not win.
Comrades that became friends fall at our feet —
Only death awaiting them now to meet.
Their last breathless, muttered words lovingly spoken,
A falling silent tear, plea, gesture or token.
Remembrance to behold for their sweetheart, mother;
Final last memories, thoughts, can be of no other.
Resonant of sound and echoes of war
a shroud of smoke filled air as now and before.
Remember us always today and forever more.
We gave to king, country and those we adore.
Sitting by the firelights glow
Immersed in personal thought
Wandering down memory lane
Dwelling on life-lessons taught
Trying to accept things
That nobody can change
There will always be questions without answers
(That's strange)
If you ask a question
You are entitled to a reply
Is the stifled silence
Because the answer is a lie
When you are young and innocent
Your mind is a clean page
How sad to become cynical
About life as we age
This causes me stress
I become anxious and distressed
The loss of innocence
Upsets me I confess
I know this way of thinking
Is idealistic and unreal
This doesn't alter
The way I feel
The world's gone crazy
Perhaps it's not the case
In the beginning
The world was a beautiful place
What more could anyone want
When God supplied our need
Until Satan showed his ugly face
And introduced us all to greed
The firelights fading now
Night is drawing in
This life is not all
Tragedy, sorrow and sin
If we try to accept
The good with the bad
Life would be easier
And we wouldn't feel so sad
First posted 2020
Forgotten memories of childhood resurrect,
Layers of colorful events get, together, decked.
Adamant screaming continues till I got them,
They burst, oft, midway though each seemed a precious gem...!
Did I know, then, the meaning of these chic child charms?
Loss of innocence, and their tint tentative norms!
Their feebleness, tragedy of timeless transience,
Spread within the sky of heart gloomy ambiance...?
Though they gave me a feeling of freedom and joy,
Did they teach me the loss of innocence and coy?
Did I know the signs of their various colors?
Did anything except pleasure fill me, alors...?
I love you, balloons, at this my late fifties too,
Midst every moment of my happiness and woe;
Betwixt junctures of perplexities, and sorrows,
Your rainbow prism smiles promise pleasant tomorrows...!!!
Each balloon overblown breaks I have known by now,
Can even vendors save them from bursting, somehow;
Doesn't this fact speak volumes about human life?
Doesn't it, breath blown once, undergo endless strife...?
18 February 2023
Balloons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Act 0, Scene –3 : Eden, Immediately before The Fall
Eve reacts to Adam’s reaction to Eve – Divine Cause and Effect.
Man, for weakness has a name, should have been left … alone.
ADAM
Tall and slender
Quiet Man
Piercing eye
Gentle hand
Need unspoken
Deep inside
Pledge unbroken
Self, denied
Asks for nothing
Wants for much
Aching for
A tender touch
Human, Nature
Soul and Strength
Emerging in a
Fateful length
Of time to which
There is no cure
That purity
Can long endure
A choice unfair
A force too hard
For one who cares
To disregard
A whispered word
Deceptively kind
From somewhere deep
Inside her mind
Condemns us all
To bliss and then
Eternal fall
For serving man
Exit the Right Hand of God … Enter players.
Written: September 30, 2023
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Incipient of dusk, with heavy eyes shutting.
My spirit dies with each day of leisurely cutting.
Folding oneself in a featly state of reminiscence.
I recall when love meant a loss of innocence.
In the depths of time, I recall a letter you wrote.
With words that touched my soul, every note
In ink stained with passion, emotions blaze.
A testament to passion in an ethereal maze
As the curtain opens today and casts
Sets blur in mists of fallen drops, amort contrast,
Vivid hues of happiness are now washed away.
Leaving only shadows of what used to sway.
The inability to forget your final farewell
My heart harbors words: Infinity to dwell.
Standing tall and standing true
That was the child that was in you
Now all that you seem to do
Given half the chance
Is join on in the latest scream
Not even sure of what it means
Just so it your way leans
You're more than happy to protest
With the loss of innocence
That sang along with common sense
No idea of where it went
Nor could you even guess
You feel the pain you feel the hurt
But does the mud you sling really work
If truth be known in what you've heard
Would you find it of interest
Or do you just go with the flow
Blindly follow because they said so
And who are they to even known
Though you're no less passionate
I think sometime's we take the facts
Set them aside let them relax
Only use them when they fit us best
Be it Right or be it Left
All I see is wound up hate
The spring has sprung, are we too late
The end is here as our last blind date
As it's now just one big mess
There is so much protesting these days from all sides. I think if we stopped for a moment and checked out the facts half the protesting would come to an end....
SOLDIER OF BATTLES.. Steve Hudson
It started, in silence, in infancy; the eyes look beyond the darkness
To understand the sounds of rage, echoes of misunderstanding,
The beginnings of normalcy wrought with disturbance,
Bereavement for the loss of innocence and the first lesson learned.
The lines in ground becoming clearer.
The only thing that ever came easy for me is warring,
Not because I chose the ground, but because it chose me.
Here is your sword; here is your battle,
The field is endless and there is no turning back,
So find your heart and find your place among the ranks
You sojourn with.
You tell one another it will be okay, and that we will pull through,
But no one really knows.
Its only after our first encounter and mortal blow that we find some
Courage to face another foe.
The welcomed peace endured for a season, then skies darken
On eminent splayed horizons and shadowy realms of spirit
You try to make sense of the next wave of terror,
Taunted and vexed at every turn.
Your enemies take form in shapes of, what is true?
Wrestling, pondering among bloody concepts and the why.
Wounds received through fearful encounters take shape of scars,
Scars take shape of trusted moments carried through
Onslaughts of deception.
Fallen men on smoldering ground, tormented by hounds of confusion.
This is how it started, but not how it ended for you see,
There was One we found in heated skirmish
Battle hardened and sure footed, the spear and shield wielded
With skillful hands, He inspired confidence in us all.
On days we found respite, He sat with us and taught strategies in warfare,
The secrets to winning the hearts and minds of defeated bretheren.
The certainty and comfort in His eyes, told stories of ancient victories held.
A kingly stature though plain to view, never considered Himself better
Then the lowliest man I knew.
We asked about some of the scars He brandished,
“They are scars received from the greatest of man’s struggles,” He said,
He got them while defending the poorest of souls.
It was then we understood, it was of us He spoke.
So now we gladly fight for this One who became the captain of our heart,
We’ve learned from the truths that have pierced our very souls,
our greatest cause and reason to be.
A soldier of battles was He…
When boom means BOOM
When your world changes
When everything stops in that second
When memories flash flood your thoughts
When your mind distorts your senses
When you know every pain you feel is REAL
Somewhere in your head a door closes
Somewhere in your head the old you dies
Somewhere in your heart your soul remembers
Somewhere in your heart your soul cries
Part of you is dead forever, part of you that once made you whole
Now your eyes reflect a sorrow that only you will remember, a pain that only you will ever know.
This loss of innocence, this game of fate has made something once so warm and tender now so very hard, ruthless and cold.