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For me life is suppose to be a fight between you and yourself.
A fight to the death, were you’re supposed to push for success.
Only after when you came face to face with your greatest enemy,
Which in this case, the greatest enemy of yourself is yourself.
Sky is the limit only applies to those who are ready conquered life ground up.
Because one step forward is one step to greatness.
Walk with caution and be ready to mitigate the progress-hindering factors,
Because among all things, losing to yourself has a greatest AGONY of them all.
Finding meaning in the art of survival, pushing to thrive in life.
Engaging by means of debating with one’s inner void.
Even if you act to self-preserve what’s left of your own wreckage,
You’ll only find pain stitched with shame no veil can cover.
For when I’m pale I endure, because I’m becoming.
For I know my purpose.©
Devoid of personal exposure to Spring wonder’s iridescence
I thank God for vicarious experience-fluorescence
Enabling me to testify about Spring’s delightful essence
Through technology with varied media’s presence.
Among the four providentially-created seasons
Spring’s the best, anchored upon scientific reasons:
Moderate temperatures offer freedom from winter-prisons
While granting relaxation against scorching summer-garrisons.
More daylight in the Spring allows much work-fulfillment
Ushering toward opportunities for creativity-engagement
Opening to outdoor exercise routines’ involvement…
For natural Vitamin D enjoyment and health investment.
Watching avian influx eases mental distress
Birds’ melodious songs bring joy of serenity-buttress
Beholding baby animals can vanquish stress…
Like bunnies and ducklings frolicking outside their fortress.
As leaves come back, they mitigate urban heat
Flowers in bloom produce “true smile,” hard to beat.
Growing plants provide vital environmental feat
With fresh vegetables and fruits as nutrition-meat.
Indeed, I praise God for Spring delight
Though I live in the Tropics*, upheld by His might
With His blessings of love, light and faith triumph-height
Spiritual revivals** of new beginning’s plight beautify my Spring flight.
*We only have two seasons in our country: the Dry or Summer and Wet or Rainy days.
**Isaiah 57:15 For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.
March 23, 2019
Edited on March 23, 2023
for Divorced Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
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"I need a brake" words that twisted my heart-
shattering the dream that we would never part.
I asked myself 'what ever did I do wrong?
sad, gloominess could`ve easily been my song.
I wouldn't let the anger and misery grow or cultivate-
uprising feelings I wanted to curb and mitigate.
Took deep breaths to suppress loathe and hate-
didn`t want these feelings to be my everlasting fate.
To change I had to show myself some discipline-
so to cure my sickness I took my medicine.
Alone but not lonely my goal to liberty-
to my old self I'd write it an eulogy.
A change in me became my one and only mission-
out with the old and in with the new, my true ambition.
I opened my mind, revisited the pen-
mended my inner self to be born again.
Wouldn't let others be my one downfall-
to my inner voice I`d answer it`s call.
Worked at keeping a positive inner mind-
exercise and meditation, two combined.
I went about losing a bit of weight-
transforming me, motivation to create.
Walked many miles to feel the light-
braking binding chains always in sight.
Now it`s joy to bathe in the ever shining day-
'cause I braced the warmth, and not the grey.
My story is honest, so very true-
hope it inspires, not bring the blue.
you are ambedkarite then raise your voice,
don’t give up your rights raise your voice,
that’s not your god who created,
your dalit destiny,
man is his own creator,
and master of his destiny,
do have a reality check
see your ardent buddhist mate
succeed far beyond the rest
whats dragging you behind,
is you and your own mind,
if one man can do it,
you too can do it,
don’t complain later,
come together follow dr. ambedkar,
arise, awake and gain buddhist sight,
to conquer the caste might,
to overcome your past atrocity,
see right into future possibility,
be educated, united and agitate,
nothing else could mitigate.
...rAHUL
Form:
Hear ye wisdom’s excellence
thankful to God for our existence
testifying about grand natural essence
as trees* of noteworthy functional prevalence
oozing with aesthetic environmental iridescence.
Weathering all seasons, varied roles we fulfill
being perennial or "long lived plants" steadfastly still
in the forest, valleys, at the backyards, or upon every hill
classified as deciduous and evergreen trees of scientific thrill
serving well as resources the Almighty provides for mankind’s good will.
Our value showcases the Lord’s commitment
with our partnership to be useful in every engagement
such as furnishing oxygen, essential for breathing moment
along food, shelter, medicines, tools, bridges of great enrichment
midst ecological enjoyment, health investment, and life-enhancement.
As our leaves mitigate heat
we share climate amelioration feat
improve air quality toward a joyous greet
conserve water, preserve soil where we all meet…
midst our community and social contributions, hard to beat.
Peace we exude can vanquish stress
wafting freedom that relieves woe and distress
along playgrounds, we bring joy of serenity-buttress
whereas parks and resorts become rejuvenation-fortress
inspiring a poet ready for songstress and choir conductress.
We praise the Creator for enabling us to be a delight
since our wondrous usefulness pleases Him with full might
maximizing our best for optimized utility of triumphant height
with His blessings to be shared with love, devoid of selfishness-blight…
Now, our question to people: why are you exploiting us for greediness’ flight?
*Psalm 104:16 The trees of the LORD are full of sap; the cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted.
Personification in Rhyme form
May 22, 2022
2nd place, "Wisdom from Trees" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 5/28/2022.
Extant autobiography devoid
of livingsocial, I berate
whatsapp pining now resultant
outcome coping poorly did create
courtesy, sans avast kindled
linkedin self denigrate
predicated series of unfortunate
events buzzfeeding ill fate
capital one after another pinterest
newpages writers block did generate
countless blank pages interspersed
with scrawled sentences untrained great
fully dreadful bully heavable
box scarred tortured letters humiliate
head arabesques twisted abc's...
...xyz's, a field day for graphoanalyst,
wrought cribbed hand did obviously illustrate
chicken scratch inferiority complex intimate
lee evinced worthlessness, intimidate
dead visibly withdrawn frightened
undersized lad meek nasality intonate
head out button nose invalidate
ding any professed parental love
adopted, believed, coaxed...
hermetically sealed inviolate
coda sustaining purposelessness
reinforced silence no matter irate,
when glared, jeered, mocked,...
defenseless scapegoat remained isolate
internalizing harassment groveling
bowed boy smarting as hectoring did lacerate
quotidian repeated bajillion times
hence, where death could liberate
academic, demonic, horrific struggle,
now unable to shuck off residual
emotional fallout thru poems literate
attempt to expunge counterproductive
thoughts smoldering like kindling
gray matter festered toxicity did marinate
skool of hard knocks did matriculate
pharmacological cornucopia doth mitigate
in tandem with therapy delivers soul asylum,
a theme yours truly often doth narrate.
The voices of the poor and or poverty ridden cry out from the lopsided political swamps for help or some kind of meagre assistance.
Drowning in the quagmire of neglect from the rich 1percent.
Totally ignored. The Rich are either delibertaley ignorant of their plight
Or they just don't care.
The Rich force them to take so called vaccines which poison them
and make them sick. And kill them. In order to keep a job, or to travel.
Experimental gene therapy.
Now surely that must be what they mean by draining the swamp.
Again the rich keep on abandonning them in every which way.
So the remain downtrodden, oppressed and victimised.
Crying out and bleeding in vain. In a mire of Pain.
Unnoticed tears keep running down their weary faces.
The beat goes on, no concern for the voices from the samps of Poverty.
Penury, Destitution, Indigence, deprivation, Depravity, want, need, hardship,
repeating Deaths, fast funerals, fast and furious and often.
Pandemic, Plandemic.
Bare, Mere sufferers like the straving dying children of Gaza.
They treat us worse even than animals.
Sometimes the innocent just have to pay.
It's A part of Life---A part of death,
Nobody hears, nobody listens. Cries fall on deaf ears.
My Message to the guilty---the transgressors, Try to do something quick
To alleviate or mitigate the cries, tears and crosses from the swamp
Which go unherad or unheeded but abandonned.
There is only a deafening Silence.
Advantage never dies. It always prevail.
It's always the same. Itv always goes the same way.
They never seem to care.
My mind turns Autumn,
again
And my thoughts undress from coherence
I can sense that my scarlett feelings
Are trying to escape?
I was reading stars from my tea-cup
today
but conversing with future tends to sadden me
Did I say:
My mind turns Autumn
Again ?
I keep envisioning sunsets from past weeks
back then the air liked to mutter a
peach-coloured scent and I
(watching the softly falling rain)
Muttered along
My mind turns Autumn
Again
I know I will walk those streets with a sense
of this beauty being too much to comprehend
I wrote a letter to a friend saying I missed
a true connection but that such beauty
Compensates ? (For that)
My mind turns Atumn,
again
I'm afraid
That nothing can really mitigate this
Sense
(ation)
I think I must paint
a bird who returns to his nest
(Like the birds in my head)
My mind becomes Autumn
again
some agents provocateur didst maim
self-acceptance, and (found thyself
as a boyish twenty something
weathering onset of gum recession,
maxillofacial surgery, impressions,
xrays galore, scaling)
necessitated (score years later) urgent intervention
i.e. treatment plan under auspices
re storied name
University of Pennsylvania
Dental School to mitigate malady
entailed every last tooth plucked with ease
since no other recourse could tame
accompanying jaw bone loss,
which destabilized rootless choppers,
and despite the state of the mind turning to pulp
(this haint no “fiction, nor FAKE)
thus I acknowledge sincere gratitude thru poetic aire
for the entire fleet of dental students,
and staff that didst care,
who assuaged distress, exceeding the best expertise flair
which eventually warranted being fitted for dentures here
bringing an exemplary end result
encompassing yours truly writing in his lair
after about a dozen years encompassing
so many wing (bitten) angels far and near
across webbed wide world to help repair
chronic distress minimized now, cuz there
prevailed the most blessed delight
when Medicare picked up the tab
now smile more willingly with artificial dental wear.
Not all poets are kindred souls
That theory is full of holes
For a few, poetry extols
Different goals Different goals
Words guided by what's in our hearts
Wanderlusts or humorous thoughts
I value artful counterparts
I don't hurl darts I don't hurl darts
Don't point fingers of shame at me
I treat no one with treachery
and I don't act like a queen bee
Hypocrisy Hypocrisy
Don't harm poets with pen or knife
If you're unhappy with your life
Why are you filled with angst and strife
Like Barney Fife Like Barney Fife
Sadness is a depressing trait
A mood that might simply abate
If you stop whining... mitigate
No need for hate No need for hate
I'm not part of a gang or pack
My friends and I do not attack
We have not stabbed you in the back
Disgruntled flack Disgruntled flack
Take screenshots like a bombardier
We've no need to tremble in fear
You've no reason to shed a tear
Now is that clear? Now is that clear?
With poisoned seeds of malice sown
Repeated complaints you bemoan
A cawing crow you now are known
Contentious prone Contentious prone
Broken fences will never mend
With a mindset that will not bend
Into those depths I'll not descend
I will transcend I will transcend
I'll write no more and waste my time
On one who thinks her views sublime
I will choose a healthier clime
To write in rhyme To write in rhyme