Long Maps Poems
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Kill the Silent One
(Silent Killer)
He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed
The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn
Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
And
We shall overcome
The silent one
The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready
Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free
The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won
Where do you go when you sleep?
After dozing off, counting sheep.
Another place far, far beyond,
where you can cast a magic wand?
Are you a super hero or king perhaps?
In a world devoid of maps,
where you can swim, dolphin like,
and walk on clouds, on a hike.
Might the sun be green instead?
Do goblins sit upon your bed?
Maybe you live in a drain
pray every day it doesn’t rain?
Do mushrooms grow as big as trees
where the world is ruled by giant bees?
Where three moons fill up the sky,
made of salt, covered in rye?
A place where it snows every day
which the sun can never melt away?
Are you a witch or even wizard?
Concocting soups made out of lizards.
Maybe you’re a giant worm,
where underneath the ground you squirm.
Or an astronaut on planet Mars
where skies are full of airborne cars!
Maybe you’ve won the lottery,
gone on a massive spending spree.
A famous actor loved by many
or poor without even a penny?
Where do you go when you asleep?
After dozing off, counting sheep.
I know you might not want to tell
as it’s the same for me as well!
Enrolling as a pirate is much harder than it seems,
You’ll need to speak in present tense and chase your wildest dreams.
Well, once you’ve trained a parrot and been measured for your hook,
You have to plough through pages of the health and safety book.
The pointed end’s the bow, whilst your rudder’s near the aft,
Our crow’s nest has no greenery - that struck me as pretty daft.
We share the seas with submarines, with shipwrecks and blue whales
An’ there be umpteen ropes and pulleys with which to hoist our sails.
If we earn a jug of rum, we treat that as a gift.
The winds are strong and variable, I hopes you get my drift,
You’ll need to bring some cutlery and a deep enamel dish
If you want to get your ration of vegetables and fish.
You’ll have to learn to tolerate some rough-and-ready chaps,
Forget those childhood stories about chests and treasure maps,
You need to wield a cutlass to acquire the upper-hand,
So there ain’t much time for paddling, or playin’ on the sand.
You have to act as look-out when you’re sailing through the mist
But once you’re down the gangplank there are lassies to be kissed,
So be somewhat suspicious when they tries to hold your hand
They might be agents for The Revenue and want your contraband.
We hate the swarthy merchantmen, the Spaniards and the Danes,
We hate them water companies spillin’ sewage from their drains,
The noise of heavy cannon-fire plays havoc with our ears,
But that’s a strong tradition amongst us buccaneers.
Every job has downsides - it’s always been that way
But we get to see the sun go down almost every day,
And when you leave your hammock you may catch the sun a-rising
So sign-on as a pirate and your life will be surprising!
Clustered by the world into a cubicle fortress
a corporate seat in boundaries of white walls
daylight dreams fade into colors of sunset
in moonlit shadows, feeling of freedom calls
engulfed in darkness, night yearns for the sun
to explore beyond galaxies, to a new horizon.
butterflies celebrating in ecstasy of freedom
a voice in heart breaks all shackles of reason
Open my cage, I have grown new wings ,
into an effervescent breeze ,O, set me free
barraged in waves of long forgotten tunes
the blue bird says, now the sky belongs to me.
Standing on a mountain, I can see the world
blurring all maps, in voyage of a sea unseen
wild flowers tamed in a pretty vase on table,
words flow liberated into a free verse serene.
22nd February 2021
Sponsor Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Name Imagine A Freedom Beyond Imagination
We are the people of a new era, with patchwork hearts and longings in craters,
The generation of bold dreams sketched on shards of fallen stars.
Let us not forget, let us breathe in: the source of dizzying love springs from our depths,
From the secret garden of the self, where I and me merge in an embrace.
I shall not build a home in handshakes that wither flowers nearby,
I dare to cross over waters when my soul calls, barefoot on the soil of my resolutions,
Where those like me blossom, rising like walnuts in the midst of the desert - unfathomable, ever-growing.
Abandoned will be those masters of bitter whims, whose tangos crushed petals instead of igniting passions,
Those who sketch maps of woe on your beating heart, with anchors of injustice.
I shall be my keeper, the well-digger who delves deep until waters tear free from the dry sand.
I will speak in the voice of opening, with the heavy eyelids of sifted honesty,
I will listen with the blood, with the resonant cavity of my chest, a sacred space of resonance.
Trust in the arrow of the heart, that compass steering our journey through the dispersion of genuine kisses.
Remember, love is the expanse of the ocean that joins us in growth, not the steering of ships towards collision,
It's an ally, which, like the sun in the fight with the dawn, gives you the warmth needed to blossom in cold limestone.
Let's lay side by side the open books of our souls, page next to page of grand becoming.
And above all, over thought and feeling, I shall not leave to oblivion my case valued in divine gold,
I owe a love that rises beyond words, conditions, and chains,
A belief in my own purpose, a categorical refusal to accept anything less than stellar.
Believe in your own divinity, in the waves that beat at your eternity's gate, within you –
The house of love that knows no foreign altar, only its own, vigorous and freely sculpted.
From the silent loom
the single thread is drawn,
A fragile line
that binds the present day;
It weaves through shades
of twilight and of dawn,
And maps the paths
where fragile heartbeats stray.
In sorrow’s night,
in joy’s ephemeral gleam,
The pattern forms
a tapestry of time,
A waking truth,
an everlasting dream,
Touched by the hands of fate,
of human crime.
We watch it flow,
this river of our years,
A current deep with laughter
and with loss,
Through sunlit fields
and valleys of our fears,
We bear the weight,
accepting of the cost.
Until the shuttle halts,
the pattern done,
The story told beneath
a common sun.
We are born into the abyss of existence, like birds trapped in cages of beginnings,
we don't run toward death, but flee from the catastrophe of birth, hiding from truths,
survivors who forget their first breath, like a dream lost in the mist of time,
in each moment, we strive to forget the primordial cry that shattered our silence.
The fear of death is but an echo of the fear of the first light that blinded us,
a projection into the future of the shadow that accompanied us the first time we opened our eyes,
the memory of that first moment haunts us like a ghost in starless nights,
when the soul struggles to find peace in the turmoil of unfolding life.
In our intimate universe, we carry the scars of birth like hidden maps,
seeking to lose ourselves in the labyrinth of forgetfulness, to escape the memory of the beginning,
but in the depths of consciousness, that forgotten cry always resounds, like an ancient song,
reminding us of the moment we were cast into the world, naked and vulnerable.
We are prisoners of a desired amnesia, fugitives from a memory too heavy,
for birth is the catastrophe that opened the doors to an unknown destiny,
and the fear of death is but the shadow that dances on the walls of our soul,
a dance of shadows that begins and ends in the eternal silence of the beginning.
When all your efforts meet with cruel defeat,
And shattered dreams lie at your weary feet,
When shadows dance, and fear whispers its dread,
And hope seems lost, like a flickering thread,
Don't be afraid, dear friend, don't lose your heart,
Let your spirit rise, and play a stronger part.
When doors are closed, and burdens weigh you down,
And smiles are hidden, like a fading crown,
When joy seems distant, a forgotten song,
And the weight of despair hangs heavy and long,
Don't be afraid, dear friend, don't give in to despair,
Find strength within, and breathe the fresh, hopeful air.
Life's journey is a path both rough and grand,
With valleys deep, and mountains at hand,
Each stumble, each fall, a lesson to learn,
A testament to strength, a chance to return.
Don't be afraid, dear friend, embrace your scars,
They are the maps that guide you, reaching for the stars.
There's no limit to the wisdom life can bring,
Each challenge faced, a new strength will sing.
Break free from chains that bind you, take flight,
Climb mountains tall, and bask in the golden light.
Don't be afraid, dear friend, let your courage ignite,
Like gold refined, you'll shine with radiant might.
When doubts surround you, a suffocating shroud,
And silence whispers secrets, dark and proud,
Turn weakness into strength, a mighty force so bold,
And keep moving forward, with a story yet untold.
Don't be afraid, dear friend, don't lose your hope,
With every step, you're closer to the life you elope.
Gaze into the battling fire - a whisper in savage red,
And into the clouds that travel at the blind and cyclic wind's behest.
When the murmur within starts to weave its frail thread,
Calmly, let your soul rest in arms, as both alchemist and martyr in your quest.
Don't ask if it's allowed, or if it's right,
Nor if the advice of scholars tightens its grip in your palm.
Or if Zeus, Christ, or Vishnu might smile with delight,
As you drift from the world to your infinite realm, so calm.
There, in the cradle of fire and dreams, midst the heart of the blaze,
Your echoes build palaces from whispers of silk, so faintly humming.
Your conscience grows vast, and the desert, thirsty for rains,
Answers, achingly alive, to their call, deeply drumming.
Let thought cross from the sacred to the profane,
Make a hymn of the spirits that voice your inner sanctum’s domain.
For teachings are maps of dreams, not fate,
And in the sea of knowledge, you're a diligently wandering wraith.
The leaf bows in the wind, and the star in immensity,
Just as you, before your own flame, reverently incline.
Don't ask for permission to heed your own words set free,
Their scent is sacrosanct in your temple, no door shall confine or undermine.
Listen to your voice when it sings, when it wails,
When it writhes in your chest like a serpent, or like an angel prevails.
It's more than just a flutter, it's a charter divine,
A personal testament, a chronicle of your path, through the fog and the wormwood entwine.
Shameless,
we admit
living Earth chauvinism.
Our home
and favorite planet,
better, not necessarily bigger,
in our collective opinion,
than all other revolving planets,
stars,
suns,
satellites,
moons
orbiting through four dimensioned images
flowing maps
expanding frames
dynamic paradigms
More nurturing to us
than all stale constellations combined,
unchanging orthodoxy,
staid stillness
of an inflexible compass pointing out
prophecies of light versus inside dark,
warm life against cold dead unturnatives.
Our love of life on Earth,
like revolving regenerations ourselves,
begins with noticing Her colors
stellar blue and primordial green
with flickering highlights of flaming red,
bold yellow,
burnt orange,
blustering purple and violet,
bashful pink horizons in transition,
All harmonic signs elevating life
from dead stardust
and flowing baptismal water.
Humane Earth worship
includes, on better resonant days,
all communing EarthTribes
living within multiculturing song
and liturgical dance
of wealthing health,
celebrating well-being,
resilient being well
Together
regathering celebration of life
in all Earth's majestic sacred forms
and revolving patterns,
rhythms of dark
then light,
outside
then inside,
before
then after,
being
been
becoming
Shameless,
guilt free,
born again,
eternal living Earth
con-celebrants.