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We find Liberty has left us as we left our guard,
allowing hate and dishonesty to prosper unbarred.
We tempted fate, then saw cruelty's depth
as we watched a man die while pleading for breath.
Strong words either left or came at us fast,
as we longed for the future still mired in the past.
We came together walking as one.
Our voices shouted, "We want decency done!"
The ineptness exposed under masks made of salt
showed dishonesty's purpose was magnifying our faults.
Justice then failed, losing in some bitter game;
while lies masqueraded as Truth's proper name.
When fantasy engulfs Truth is always at stake.
Decisions must not wait for sages to make.
Hate is a virus seeking places to hide.
Democracy languishes while we try to decide:
do we run from this madness or stand here and speak?
Can we withstand pelting taunts hurled by the weak?
Can we uphold the dream our forefathers declared?
Can we look in dark places where no one has dared?
When we conquer, not others, but mediocrity,
commitment's reward will be pure honesty.
When fresh ideas flourish, encompassing all,
we will watch demigods' promises crumble and fall.
Then Liberty will smile, holding her beacon high.
We'll shout, "Democracy lives, we've imprisoned the lie!"
But Truth can be quashed unless steadiness prevails,
it demands diligence. We must not, this time, fail.
All I knew was pain
The way a fall bruised torn leg remained
Intact back together again
I stand
No crutches to hold
Affirmative message made morals to grow
not related
Generated
Injections made whole
Inserting manufactured drugs FDA protested and sold
Bold laced given mysteries
Blindsided consumers greed
Elevated markets crash dummy dense
Signals back washed make no sense
Now nothing created something else
Revealed dusted books left on a shelf
Stand back hold tight pull back design
Masqueraded missiles fly in the sky
Lost power tried again
Frame regained new mission the games changed
Women dressed in bright skimpy costumes
streets drumming to the beat of the heat
A blur of eccentric colors expound the air
as we embrace the culture, the vibe...
Resilience, freedom, pride, nothing to hide
as we celebrate with rhythmic sound & gaiety
There is a whisper of moonlight in the air
that tastes up everything in sight, we dance !
Grand parades filled with masqueraded personas
spread the "Spirit of Love" be one with humankind
Calypso music, hip-hop, dance of every gender
kick up your feet, go ahead and surrender !!!
Toronto's Caribbean Caribana, here since nineteen sixty-seven
excitement like this you cannot purchase it at the 7-ELEVEN.
I thought
flowers of this summer sky would be mine,
official increment would shine daily expenses
I thought
this year would be crown twenty match
in my twisted love
Forty nine fiery lockdown days
Almost eighteen thousand infected
Two hundred sixty nine died
My country peoples
Hilarious
The more lockdown days the more infections and deaths
Parallel acceleration
Today on foot to my office
As if I am in masqueraded town
Ghostly environment is activated in city officialese
Incremental veins and festival bonus are dead with infected souls
My thought making me stranded forlorn sand home
13.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
How mysteriously mythical
And mystical you look
Magnificently minute
Maritime majestic migrants
More than marginally manic
Mesmerizing meanderers
Masterpieces
Peacefully going about
Your business
Magical make-believe
Monarchs of the sea
Upright and elegant
In your mannerly march
Moonstruck prone to
Misfortunes and misadventures
Oft mostly monologuing
In monotonous monotony
Mediocrely misconstruing
Mischievous mongrels
And misconceiving misplayed
Merciless minutiae
But merry merciful
Momentous messengers of love
Marketable motive and
Mission to mirthfully mate
You mavericks matched
To mettlesome mistresses
Masqueraded maroon
From menacing mercenaries
Marvelously masterful
Is your mimed courtship dance
Mellifluous entwining
Matrimonial love embraces
Mounting and moving
Mimicking moody miscreance
Swaying to measureless
Maudlin melancholic melodies
Monopolizing methodical
Momentum and motion
A meticulously modulated
Mellow match of merging
A most memorable metaphysical
Millennium melodrama
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 16, 2018 for contest SEAHORSES sponsored by JULIA WARD - RANKED 5TH
In ruined scatter witnessing the greys into black
Why has it come to this as us humans finally lack
Through my eyes bloodied looking down on such
Crossed I've become in frenzied scarred mode
As to I I'm in awe as to the I that fuses
Centurions from Legions brave, showing confuse
To my left to my right seeing said damnest like I
In wondering their theirs as to their paraded
Mirrored like I that they require I be masqueraded
The tolling bell has spoken as I enter my demise
As I hang above paradise seeing cawing crows fly
Images of my existence, forever, eternally why
The masqueraded ball of the many faces I see,
Cannot at all compare to the love I have from my king,
I can hear his voice from a distance,
I can feel his whisper in the wind,
A love that stands out like no other,
And in my heart, I know it's him,
The world of masks that surround me,
Are taken off one by one,
And each time one is taken off,
He confirms the love of his son,
Some masks can be quite scary,
They can make you want to run away,
While others are so beautiful,
They can make you want to stay,
But one thing is for certain,
Past what my eyes do see,
Is the truth of that love behind the mask,
Its his love that sets me free,
Some perception can be trickery, but he stands upon his word,
The foundation of his love cannot be shaken and is sure.
Children will always remember the void,
They will always recall the hands that couldn’t embrace them.
They will always remember the troubles that nightfall brings,
And the darkness that invades their slumber.
They will always remember the stranger who masqueraded as a helper.
Yet, children can sometimes bloom out of the gloom,
They may open a door to a new day,
With a slate wiped clean,
Finding a meadow free of shadows,
Children can sometimes start fresh on new pages.
Children will still be the seeds of tomorrow,
The stars that embellish the night sky,
The glow of a summer field,
The gateway to continuity;
Children will still be the voices we teach them to express.
Children can sometimes unearth the past,
Piecing together fragments to demystify the strange.
Their minds explore the vast field of existence,
Searching for goodly pearls.
Children will always desire to play,
And the onus is ours to teach them how to balance the day.
August 1, 2025.
I will never forget my ex wife telling me that
... everything was wrong and everything was my fault ...
‘I won’t tell you what because you must find out yourself’
My world broke into two pieces or was it a million more
Countless days of self trial doom and imminent failure
My home had been my castle and now it had collapsed
A charade cynical travesty and ploy out of the blue
The sky hung with sorrow and dark clouds of despair
A cunning pretense of masqueraded intention and plot
All acts in one and emotion picking at incomprehension
I felt like a pawn in a chess game I never intended to play
Faced with loosing all I had and very poorly equipped
I looked at many a rule guides self-help had on offer
Consulted a myriad of experts took tablets and drank
Only to find out that only I held the keys to my fortune
My dungeon had a trap door and that was rock bottom
Deep down in stagnant doldrums of stark void and oblivion
Was a book I never read about fighting windmills in Spain and
A few chess pieces and I was the donkey not set for the game
My ex was more into horses more precious to her than I was
A childhood memory appeared out of nowhere about a ‘rochade’
Castling as the English say in which the King needs protection
From a belligerent Queen seeking victory with blood on hands
The Rook needed repositioning for me to survive the assault
Tarot’s danger with crisis destruction and unforeseen change
It took a lot of abuse and disrespect for me to find liberation
But change of perspective and relocation assembled my strength
I found a new Princess an emotional creature of passion and play
Bright as they come and caring kind compassionate and loving
We do pirouettes together unbridled spurred on by the moment
No reigns no whip and no saddle we are running wild as a pair
The King was dead and now he lives better than ever before
Her name is Tanya literally the Fairy Queen and her gypsy like
Magic comes attached with bells whistles and lavender scent
We collect drift wood and star fish together on sandy beaches
Built a mansion of intricate dreams so full of wonder and joy
Married our vision for so many moments I will never forget ...
Rigors of weary battle long abated
The haze and smoke linger; the
fallen obfuscated
Ignominiously deposited; in death's
unseemly clutches graded
Gradually emanating from the
debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms
emaciated
Battle's residual fodder on spent
ground masqueraded
With the accoutrement's of nature
and nurture now attenuated
Unrequited carcases posthumously
paraded
Only the malingering sun palls the
hulls now jaded
At dusk, dark shadows girdle the
remnants of slaughter dated
Anon, with the eery sounds of
bewitching night serenaded
Death's awning a patchwork of
gleaming stars cascaded
By bleary, mortal shadows in
quilted tents shaded
Waiting for morn's truce, their valor
with honor to be equated