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The pen I paint my expression with is mightier than a sword
I push into the page, until every word and letter's sore
With it I endeavor more force to settle scores
And craft an opposition beyond anything you've met before
You can set a war; weapons that leave blood shed and poured
But I can paint the sky above you, with a single metaphor
I can wage incredible violence beyond what u ever saw
Then Ill picture it deeper; scribe it, and sign it in letter form
Your upset I'm raw, but I've learned to furthur myself forever more
Because for every good move I made, there's two I regretted more
That's the lesson formed, to some it means less or more
But it harbors the power of expression in this pen I forge
Surpassing any and all physical sets of laws
Pushing me past giving up. I see failure never more
And I'm never worn, I'll always find myself stepping forth
Because I know there's a fighting chance in this mess of words
Form:
I am comical with the nature of being fickle
I am delicate and dainty, my spine sometimes jells
My bravado wobbles and wibbles
Life being me sometimes tickle
I have the strength, depth and vitality of a w-o-m-a-n
Sometimes I am frail under a love spell
Still I am mightier than a locomotive
More fierce than a raging bull
Yet, I am sweet as sugar and dignified beautiful
Emphasis on the ferociousness of my being
That dead stills your heart and expedites your breathing
I am a sea shell ashore with great meaning
I am vulnerable and vernacular
Versatile and spectacular
Peace is my avatar
I am woman
My swagger thrust me to soar
My magnificence out pours
I am w-o-m-a-n
Hear me roar
Pray, I know, I feel it, I sense it
The intuition which is mightier than my wit
Tweets it to my mind
And I just trust it
As it holds the same power
As a walking stick would, to a blind,
Pray, i just know that about me
And about all the others you do ponder!
See, you do care solely to see that which you choose
The bright smile which makes us all lovelier than a rose
The glamour which bids us all to fly high on ecstatic clouds
And of course, the cause for which we do sound our bells loud!
And I just know, that, behind your gentle facet
You do let unfold, about us, a doomed ballet!
Why, does it even matter
If we are lovers or mere philosophers?
Does it be a cause of bother
As to bring up a tsunami in your flowing river?
Pray, know that the world is made of difference of all sorts
Know that to judge others is a virus easily caught
Know that you can be immune to such an infection
All it requires is to be able to muster up, in you, an introspection!
See the world as it is, a revolving mess upon its own confusion
See yourself as a particle of dust, made of mysterious concoction
See your being as being devoid of meaning
For the life you live is a lie,
Meant someday to be treated as would be an abortion!
Upon it, souls tread, carrying dutifully their own burden
Even if they know that their existence remains as that of the fly
Fickle and uncertainly driven
So much that easily and without warning
They do become, faced with Death, downfallen!
Why, in such a world, tell me, brother or sister
Tell me,
Is it worth wasting your time lost in hatred
Or lost in creating a judgemental corner
Where you do spit out your rancour
Causing you to feel, about yourself, illbred?
Tell me,
Pray, is it not better
To smile, so totally intoxicated
By the birth of stars in your own essence,
To love, so totally moved
By the warmth you feel
When you do share this essence
And to hold each and everyone
In a bond as strong as steel?
4th Dec 2017
For Contest Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
I’ve recited this a trillion times
now I utter one single word,
but in code,
Not through amnesia or illness of any kind
Moreover because I have become
part demigod and part devil,
Nothing can be more dangerous than a two sided,
duplicitous variance, sharing one soul,
Each equal in every way,
yet simultaneously opposite,
Sugar salt and everything in between,
Poisonous to the whole all humanity,
yet compulsory to our very existence,
Pen mightier than the sword, impales upon nothingness
for utterances are omnipotent, as a force of nature
My one encoded word, now incinerates our entire planet
Dear god forgive me, I’ve launched all the nukes.
Stand down peace is restored!
came one second before impact,
Tried and found not guilty,
I’m exonerated of genocide,
a point of law is said inadmissible,
My responsibility was too enormous,
hence deemed a bad call, preemptive,
The prosecution appeals, I plead guilty,
Sleep deprivation has altered my opinion,
For good behavior, I’m to be shot in the morning,
I’ve talked my way into modernity’s annihilation,
Now arrives reason alongside insanity,
It is better to die,
From the tips of a bifurcated tongue,
What is heaven
What is hell
I am both.
By David Kavanagh.
Outside the camp
In mocking cruelty
They crucified
Their King.
‘Away with him’
They cried,
And thus
Religion triumphed
For another day,
The status quo
Preserved for priests
Impelled by hatred
To defend their faulted cause.
Too blind to see
The God-writ symbols
Of their ancient rites,
Those pointers
To the Prince of Life
They pierced
And pinned
Outside the camp.
They saw their deed
A timely vindication
Of their careful rule
To keep the Roman peace.
This self-appointed Christ
Suits not their concepts
Of Messiah come –
Too mild to liberate
Their Israel from its pagan yoke.
Dark prejudice saw not
This faultless Christ,
Messiah born to live
And die
Deliverance
For the greater captives
Chained in slavery to sin.
Outside the camp
His death-cry founds
A kingdom
Mightier than a thousand Romes,
And crumbles all the edifice
Of Judah’s temple fair.
Outside the camp
In death
He slew the greater foe –
And I go free!
Written many years ago after reading these words: “Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood. Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing the disgrace he bore.”
Hebrews 13:12-13
Mum said "birds of a feather flock together"
so I searched for a man who liked similar weather
until Dad stressed "opposites attract"
and I tried to determine just what I lacked
"Small packages", Mum said, "held the best things"
so I looked for a humble guy with diamond rings
until Dad said I should find a real go-getter
because it's a fact "the bigger the better"
When I fancied a guy from amongst the herds
Mum said "action speaks louder than words"
but Dad said this advice should be ignored
because "the pen is mightier than the sword"
Mum believed men should be kept closely entwined
because of the saying "out of sight out of mind"
Dad urged I give them space and make them ponder
because "absence makes the heart grow fonder"
I worried how I'd react to being charmed
Mum emphasized "forewarned is forearmed"
The male perspective gave my ego a hit –
Dad said "cross that bridge if you come to it"
When I found love the saying Mum liked to push
was "one in the hand's worth two in the bush"
Dad said "there's always time to be the faithful wife"
and persuaded me "variety was the spice of life"
I struggled at courting and was getting old
but "you're never too old to learn" I was told
However my confidence was hit for a six
when Dad said "you can't teach an old dog new tricks"
"If first you don't succeed try, try again"
this was Mum's attitude toward courting men
Dad's radically differed of course –
he told me not to "flog a dead horse"
My parent's advice couldn't have been sounder
for I found a genuine all rounder
but I hope he can live with the reality
I now have a split personality.
From David's unpublished book entitled 'Poems for Wedding Receptions & Poems Definitely NOT for Wedding Receptions
Strong are her hands,
Darkened by summer’s touch,
Now pale like ghosts in twilight's hush.
Could these be her hands?
Did they dip in scented creams
By tranquil pleasure pools?
Did they bathe in moonlit beams
In serenity’s quiet rules?
Did they drink from wild skies,
Resting upon gentle knees?
Did they roll cigars
Or barter in diamonds with ease?
On the feet of holy Madonnas,
Did they wilt golden blooms?
Is it belladonna's dark blood
That in their palms now looms?
These hands, hunting and bruising,
Swelling like dawn's first light,
Seeking nectar, mixing poisons,
Bringing the day from the night.
What dream seized these hands,
Stretching in distant lands,
A dream of Asia's mystic ways,
Of Khenghavars or Zion's days?
These hands did not sell oranges,
Nor shine at the feet of gods;
They did not wash the diapers
Of blind, heavy children in squads.
They are not hands of cousins,
Nor workers with sweat-streaked brows,
Burned by the factory’s fire,
In the woods where stench endows.
These hands bend backs but do not harm,
Stronger than machines' alarm,
Mightier than a horse's might,
They stir like furnaces alight.
Their flesh sings the Marseillaises,
Never prayers in sanctuaries,
They tighten necks of wicked women,
Crush the hands of noble dames,
Hands stained with guilt and shame.
The glow of these loving hands
Turns the heads of meek sheep;
In their fingers' tasty rings,
The sun sets a ruby deep.
A mark of the common folk
Darkens them like a mother’s breast,
The backs of these hands kissed
By every proud rebel’s quest.
In the great sun of loaded love,
They pale, yet marvelous they stand,
On the bronze of machine guns
Through insurgent Paris grand.
Ah! sometimes, O sacred hands,
In your fists where hearts tremble,
Lips unsobered by your command,
Chains clinking, clear symbols.
And it’s a strange shiver
In our beings when, sometimes,
We seek to unwind you, Angel Hands,
Even if it means making your fingers bleed.
:: 06.05.2024 ::
Spirited meeting, don't faint
Real or surreal, it is momentary, as cannot stay long on the same plane
Want to protect from mirthless life's winding chimes
Only if it was easy as mending the book's spine
Rarely lurking demons underneath the bed
Don't waste yourself peeking beneath the bed
Blindfold daydreaming,lines you up to heaped relics of unsung martyrs in a sepulcher
Starkly outshine rabid prince makes shy away the vulture
Never be too soft or daft
Not completely at fault, for programmed specimen of the mightier craft
Amidst the bantering on lease
Just don't succumb to the whisper of inherited guilt please
In summation to any wrong answer
Even rustling waft of your ashes will be sneezed at
Don't plug out the sound of closing doors
Sign to focus on the right one just designed for you
Betide as it was destined
Brush frivolous talk aside as choice is destiny's invoice
Essential to periodical diuresis of precarious enslavement
Rejoice to all sensations, before obfuscated by life's retirement
2.
All I Want
Love and kisses we had shared
Warm and radiant like Renaissance Art
More than sensation of intimate care
All I want is to keep those in my heart
Moments in time we had together
A glistening chalice of sweetest wine
Better than all the purest cider
All I want is to treasure these in my mind
Dreams and hopes we had established
Created me a strange blazing heat
Mightier than I had ever wished
All I want is to restore these in my spirit
All I want is to have
These goodness God has given me
I want all of these just
Like I want this simple poetry!
-sometime in 4th year highschool
(Dumarao)
*for school paper, La Primavera
Life rages around
Mindless of the amount of destruction
She causes
Life rages around
And brings me to cower in my own shadow
Shaking, as leaves do in storms
Scared, as kittens are when faced with hounds
Broken, as poets are when faced with harshness!
Life rages around
Stomping over me and over everything else
Stomping over my fragility
My unique individuality
My self built fortress
As if, meaning to have it accepted
Once and for all
That she remains the mightiest of us all!
Life rages around
And I, cowering in fear
Can hear not, the sweet song emanating from the skies
The same song that has been playing since the
Beginning of times
The same song that echoes in my heart
The same song that resounds in everyone's hearts
The same song aiming to have us empowered with faith
So that, bold and strong
We cower no more in fear of it!
But then, the skies open up and hold out to me
Their glowing hand
And I, full of hope
Can only reach out to these, hoping to be saved!
But the skies remain mightier than life
Instead of saving me
They thrust me in the center of life's rages
And I have no choice other than
Stand up and fight
With the same might
As would a merciless battling queen do!
Pray, life scares me
But faith has enveloped me in such a way
That though fearful
I do dare and I do walk amidst its web
As one so convinced of her own invincibility!
For Contest Fear
Written on 28 August 2017