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Thin are the lines between love and hate,
Between life and death...
But I'll tell of your fate
With my dying breath...
I open my eyes wide
To see through the windows of your soul
All those long nights I've cried
Longing to know all of your traumas untold.
You may bleed for me
As I long for you
Dry those pain filled tears
Replace them with the mornings dew
They may hold a blade to my throat
And a gun to my head
But betray you? I won't
Not even after I'm dead.
Weave all your lies
Brew all your secrets
Hiding from the truth breaks ties
And seduces lowlife miscreants
I walk these dark streets nightly
Dressed as a man
Keeping my act up and my truth locked tightly
As secure as I can
The skies may seem to change
From day to day and stage to stage
But the city below
Ebbs and flows
While I alone remain
To observe the possibilities
Of bringing beauty out from the stains....
-Caitlin Rockey
This is Graduate School
What do you expect?!!
This is graduate school!!
The girl, glowed in her importance!!
This work was important!!
And who did he think he was, shirking work!
Our importance is pivotal.
For without importance, we’d have no artifacts.
And our importance oozes from smokestacks and chokes the very breath we breathe!
And our importance keeps us safe from the Jones’ below us, those miscreants!!
And our importance makes us real!!
We put a man on the moon!
I am that I am! I am MAN!!!
And my towers reach to heaven and scream, “I no longer have need of you!”
But at night, some nights at least.
I look up to the sky,
And realize that I am stuck on a spinning rock, with no way out, and I have no idea where
I came from or where I am going?
And I know panic!
If being a wicked soul is a sin,
glimpsing a person
performing crime
And do nothing ontime
even if you could
is the biggest sin of all
Just answer me,
What if the same issue
happens to you?
Will you be dumb?
Won't your mind goes numb?
Will you be able to feel the sin then?
Awaiting the punishment from god
Delaying the judgement of lord
Should not be the escape route to miscreants
Just wondering, does not god know
that justice delayed is justice denied
What is there hiding his sight?
What's the point?
If the justice wins
And the accused dies?
Will he know that
he is now free of guilt?
Who would inform him?
Blaming karma for all the faults
Has been now a fashion default
Mistakes and carelessness are
certainly the human errors
And reasons for many offense
One cannot defy their true sense
Justice ought to be like the forest fire
To play with it no one should dare
All I pray is
May the fire burn inside
May the fire not extinguish
May the force be there always
September 22 2021
People are tembling, let’s just watch,
Others are watching, let’s just watch.
In us dwell a crowd of cowards
Who stand lips sealing, let’s just watch.
Blank eyed as most of the crowd gape,
Their pain is pleading, let’s just watch.
Whose light let us watch all this time,
The last lamp’s dying, let’s just watch.
In place of books in bags, students
Stuff stones for pelting, let’s just watch.
Dreams that were ripe to realize,
In fire are scorching, let’s just watch.
Miscreants sure, we’ll keep watching,
Are now closing in, let’s just watch.
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Ghazal |13.08.2023|apathy, indifference, lack of concern
Based on a Gujarati Ghazal by Bhavin Gopani:
Lately, I have been a-thinkin',
About President Abraham Lincoln,
And about the witty sayings he told,
Quotes for the ages that shall ne'er grow old!
Some I've slightly paraphrased,
And others I've left unscathed.
"No matter how much cats yowl and fight,
There always seem to be plenty of kittens alright!"
"If this is coffee, please bring me some tea,
But if this is tea, bring me some coffee, I plea!"
"I like to see a man preach as if he's fighting bees,
Bringing wayward miscreants to their knees!"
"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?
I think not when all is said and done!"
"Marriage is neither heaven or hell, 'tis said;
'Tis more akin to purgatory instead!"
"General McClellan, if you are not using the army now,
I would like to borrow it if you would please allow!"
"I can make more army generals, you see,
But horses cost money and that is of concern to me!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
We of the upper persuasion
resent the insipid invasion
of the lessers you see who lack pedigree
who properly are nothing like me.
My people have always been seen
where miscreants never have been
playing polo the equestrian way
or golfing where elites only play.
Better to inherit than to labor
it's things artistic that we favor
creating is best not to try
we prefer beauty that we buy.
Pampered privacy is surely sought
entitled exclusion is usually bought
seeking always to own what is better
expecting excellence right to the letter.
Off season where we all go
our delight is to fashionably show
when we know all the faces
that's where the right place is.
Resist as we will, change is here
it's the worst of all that we fear
gilded times are fading away
only our thinking is likely to stay.
Dogs dogmatically guard the home
Sounding the alarm with a growling bark
As owners are alerted to the threat
Miscreants flee into the dark
Cats are categorically useful too
Their mouse-tracking skills renowned
When a feline is prowling on patrol
Rodents scurry underground
But rabbits are a tougher sell
Their herbivore hunting skills quite moot
Unable to save the day or keep vermin at bay
They mostly sit there looking cute
Rabbits are thin-skinned as well
There's one faux pas you must not commit
Please do not call them rodents
Order Lagomorpha is where they fit
Why then do we delight in ours
The doe we call simply “Bunny” ?
It's cuz her antics provide comic relief
When she yawns it looks so funny
Bunny blithely flips her little plate
A curt review of pet shop food
She’s holding out for blueberries or kale
Depending on her mood
Baby carrots and parsley sprigs
Make for a tasty Bunny lunch
She regales us with her table talk:
Munchity, crunchity, crunch
After a hard day’s work, I come home
To my gray-and-white-furred friend
She’ll run to be picked up and petted
And my stresses are at an end
Yes, Bunny is priceless to us
And she certainly earns her keep
Familial duties done for the day
On a little throw pillow she falls asleep
_______________________________
for contest: Furry Friend
Sponsored by: Royal T
Why am I hurt so sore, my folks
Why does my heart bleed
Why do I take it so personally
Why do I need to worry at all
Yesterday my General, his men
And the family were here in splendor
Today they are nowhere to be seen
Men in uniform were together for breakfast
But for lunch, they will never ever be seen again
Is it the suddenness of the event
Is it the bizarreness of the tragedy
Is it the mystery behind the trauma
Is it the loss of blood, of our very own
The nation has lost a Military Persona
The army its Chief de Forces, CDS
This event has shocked the nation
As the General and his wife died in horror
To lose them all this nation can never afford
We fail to see the web that spelled doom
To a helicopter that was versatile
The mystery is baffling to the nation
Just as the fear of the unknown
A team of decorated warriors vanishes
In a tragedy on the mountainside
A ghastly mishap of Himalayan scale
A sadness that has left the country in tears
Did some miscreants have a plot
A scar on security prowess
An insult to a nation’s pride
A lapse with huge implications
Can the army ever fail at all
With war clouds looming large
This Gladiator will be missed a lot
Enemies rejoice in another’s wound
We just need to turn a page in history
Our love for the General stays in our hearts
The Indian military may mourn its dead
But it never ever spares its enemies
Time will reveal the true story
Now let us bid farewell to the General
And great warriors a woman of honor!
where abhorrence towards
encroachment on erosion of
basic inalienable rights
doth not abate
and clampdown on exercising freedom of speech
squelched courtesy jackbooted thugs
who violently interrogate
supposed miscreants who berate
whereat within cradle of democracy
where forefathers/mothers didst create
the figurative spadework to cultivate
the safe haven
where citizen bankers can debate
videlicet parry and thrust against
those who eviscerate
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
where the commander in chief doth fulminate
against hard fought democracy
once honored now squelched
expressions banned protesting
disallowing exhibiting any
lauding freedom banned
once cherished fête of course in my dreams
where Tony the Tiger
ranks as one hip cat gr-r-eat
showcasing adroitness
with ability to turn a phrase
evident if we could arrange a tête-à-tête
where immortality doth wait.
Pacifist bard of Perkiomen Valley
regaled at Alpine Fellowship conclave
regarding erosion of Democratic rights grave
alarming usurpation of power - Republicans
each and every one a nasty and brutish knave
intent to pronounce decree sentencing
every *****sapien to pave
back breaking laborious bloody path
trumpeting, signaling and attesting slave
versus master linkedin relationship
essentially scuttling emancipation proclamation
forced to pledge flag of servitude
amidst wreckage broken souls
washed away courtesy totalitarian wave.
Foreclosure on purported inalienable rights
though hard won freedoms crimped
foregone conclusion demanding
to stage coup d'état and overthrow autocrat.