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Glam became a voodoo artist; by reading the holy book backward twice in the middle of the forest for forty nights so he could challenge the demon.
Then Glam and three others and prayed a spell in the middle of the night on a log fire. Then played the flute. He unlocked a door and he beckoned a demon called Sire Marcus Barracus to assist him. Glam overpowered Marcus and stole the key of the door. Then stole, hair, nails, and umbilical cords of their victims. He put it in a grave and mortuary to steal their gold in heaven. They also stole the all-seeing eye so he knew exactly where to look amongst other things. All he knew was he needed perform a ritual, he needed a pure souls. He had no idea what he was doing as he was literate.
He didn’t know how to arrange such an act. He and the others ended up putting their bodies in a mortuary too. Then Marcus didn’t know how to explain to him, as he was horrified. All Marcus did was ask him to sign a contract and pay him for use of such items. Which he never did until now thirty-five years later. Now Marcus managed to get through to them what he tried to advise them back then. As they have used up all the gold they stole and fallen into hell. And don’t know what to do now.
The sneaky dead souls come through the door
Making deals
They wanted resurrection, health and beauty
Glam and Manzoor and Abid was greed
Suraya and Khalida were jealousy and beauty
Saying T is to blame for their misfortune
And began their reign of terror
They crossed the demon’s hand with silver
The demon wanted proof
They played dirty hoping to fool the demon
With lies and deception
They took out loans
They signed the contract
Now there’s no proof to their accusations
And must pay the fines and heavy debt.
A poet dreams, a tale to tell,
With ink-stained fingers, heart aglow,
He wanders paths where wild thoughts flow.
In valleys deep where echoes dwell,
A poet’s soul weaves tales to tell.
Through bustling streets and the still of night,
He captures whispers, the world in sight,
He sails on dreams, Finding beauty in moments,
but never at a cost.
He scribes down visions that float in the sky,
In laughter and sorrow, in love's sweet embrace,
The poet finds solace, a sacred space.
As doubts creep in, and the nights turn wrong,`
Yet with every stumble, a lesson learned,
He learns that truth wears many a face,
In the silence, the chaos, the mundane routine,
The poet discovers what living can mean.
So he journeys on, with the world at his feet,
In the language of longing, where passions meet,
Forever a seeker, in verses unchained,
He weaves his legacy into the night,
For the journey of a poet is never complete,
It's a boundless odyssey, where hearts and words greet.
A poet finds their sacred space;
With every stanza, every rhyme,
They carve their mark upon the time.
For every journey starts anew,
With ink and passion, they pursue.
His eyes glisten like the seas of that color,
Sapphires glowing in the mysterious moments,
His light silences the moon and the stars,
Shining into the promises from everlasting nights,
His beauty, a song in rhythms of joy,
Praying and praising… erasing the shadows who know him…
He clings to my spirit, forever a sigh,
Both tender and intimate,
Revealing the gentle
The giving
The gift
He is now and then, and eternity,
Dancing like the leaves,
Who sway gracefully,
In the serene,
Stillness
He embraces my music, my feelings,
With endless seas, forever winds,
Storms in passions rising,
Broken words, pouring forth,
From my soul,
To listen…
To his poem,
The way it bleeds quiet wonder,
Secluded familiarity,
A feeling – like the moonlight,
Raining down hope from the night,
Painting the moments so alive!
Dusk fades again…must I entreat.
As glimpses peer over the sea;
Past borders of uncertainty.
Where love's yearning becomes a feat .
The minutes change to waves and rhyme
Nights follow his prints…sand aflame;
This trace I feel from whither came
My destiny on edge of time:
A breath; a sigh, I turn alone
A whisper blows as moments freeze--
The distant shores, a fleeting breeze
My prayers dull like hardened stone:
One rowboat tugs along the quay
Yet his image through mist unseen...
Until he calls behind moon's sheen
Our faith affirmed from heaven's ray.
John Hamilton's Best Rhyming Poem
April-July15,2018 Contest
Written 6/19/2018 Repost 7/10/2018
I am Rainbow
seven colours merged to flowing
glow in Dark Nights of the Soul
landed in a country nicknamed
the “Rainbow Nation” untamed
my mission to transform, transmute
colours covered in dust and rust
with rain we gain, attain without shame
sublime freedom for Self and fellow
with not much bellow never shallow
arcs of colours we witness together
comradeship our survival dope to cope
heliocentric symbols unified we hope
regard one another with approval and respect
as we watch rainbows high-low, know neglect
through struggling pain red became orange
orange yellow, yellow to green to blue then
indigo to white sprinkled with fight, onto light
arcs across sunny skies, sunflowers, koppies
such radiant patterns flood our mixed-up blood !
I’m in such a state of confusion,
I don’t understand what I’m doing
I know your there
And I know you care
But I can’t see you
I can’t hear you
I just don’t know what to do
I know your there in the stillness,
Waiting to heal this illness
There is a deep hole
A sickness in my soul,
Disease in the depths of my heart
But How to fix it
I wouldn't know where to start
How it came to be
Is a deep mystery to me
I know that I am broken
We all are in some way
But rarely are these things spoken
Rarely do I have the courage to say
The secrets kept within
The depths of my sin
But if I hide it how can it be healed
How can the healer heal?
If I keep my heart sealed
What if I let down my shield?
Will I be attacked or disgraced
Or will I be embraced
I’m too scared to find out
To be found out
So I hide my face
I only let people see part of me
I only let people get so close
I don’t want them to see
I don’t want them to know
And so I end up alone
I’ve been to the bar, the clubs,
All the social hubs
But no one cares about my hurts
Life’s all about chasing skirts,
Fancy cars and nice shirts
Or is there something beyond drunken nights, and flashing lights
Is there something really worth living for, an open door to something more?
An invitation to a new destination
A path to peace, a sweet release
A new life to claim, an escape from the shame
I believe there is, some days I forget
But my life isn’t over yet
Tomorrow is a new day
I can live life your way
With love and peace
With guilt and shame released
With a new heart
And a new start
A reason to live
And something to give
To this broken earth
Of invaluable worth
At my very core
I know I was born for more
Than to live and to die
Without knowing why
I don’t have it all figured out
But I know without a doubt
That the world needs love
And that love comes from above
Because human love is not enough
That is why there is a deep hole
And a sickness in my soul
But to me has been revealed
The way to be healed
Now I have a mission
A reason for existence
To bring healing to the earth
To the unloved, the broken, the rejected
And tell them what they are worth
So that Jesus’ love will be reflected
And this love will give birth
To many people being resurrected,
Redirected and completely accepted
To a wonderful and glorious rebirth
A life I have had has left me
And willingly I gave it all up
Time has left memories for me to see
And hide I cannot to be left in doubt
And I am to have a visitor at this time
A stranger I do not at all… know
Though familiar he appears from behind
And a likeness in kind indeed he is to show
The once me, a once me he appears to be
Looking at me with those sinful eyes of his
Reminded of a past from him I can only see
With nothing to suggest any comfort of ease
How can I begin this new me I wonder?
Stepping into the unknown, onto unfamiliar grounds
With already many nights away to ponder
My distant from the world knows no bounds
The stranger reminded me a time
A time I desire lesser for my future to be
A future in exchange for memories behind
Is there but a life I am to have in me?
Once we lived together in a surreal world
So full of beauty and fluorescent light
I remember those lovely blissful evenings
We rambled along country paths in great delight
I think of the beauty and charm of twilight dusks
When we listened to the enchanting choir
Of crickets and night birds singing for us
Counting glowworms with tiny lanterns of fire.
How those romantic nights swim into view
When we slept in each other’s warm embrace
Your tender touch and love’s soft murmurs
Contrasted with your snoring, my handy topic to tease
I still recall the vacations we enjoyed
In a thatched cottage by the riverside
Lulled by the quiet music of the river
Neither concerned nor conscious of time’s swift ride
How we sat together weaving magical dreams
Of building a posh house with modern facilities
In a far-off place beyond the village, we lived
And our occasional trip to enjoy the amenities
That was a time when existence was like a dream
When from joy to joy- uninterrupted we flew
Relishing every act of concern n' care we shared
And in mutual love and trust as we grew.
Now I stay, a phantom under this rotting roof
With awful memories barging in~
On windswept nights like marauding thieves,
When I sense a cauldron churning within.
All things you once used remind me of your absence
The armchair you lay sprawling, now lies empty and bereft
The books whose pages you often turned lie unopened
Bearing marks, your constantly moving fingers left.
What remains is the love you planted in my soul,
The deep scar caused by your absence, time can’t heal.
A handful of memories, passing years can never erase,
And traces of an eternal bond, no force can ever steal…
As I stood in the clouds in perplexy
and looked around me satirically
I shook my head and sadly said
“be it life thus, I may be living not”
standing there, I wished for death.
I was sad because I was lonely,
lonely because I had nobody,
nobody because I have not seen the right one.
the right one was not there for me for comfort
the right ones are always scarce
And so i continued living a life of voidness
in me there was no sweetness
but then never did I lose faith in God helping me
I continued being optimistic
then suddenly it all happened!!!!
walking home from school one noon
this Queen i beheld
she was as beautiful as a goddess
as enticing as an apple
and as sweet as lollipop
just watching her made my heart skip
a tingling sensation left my heart to my toe
I started seeing things in slow motion
as I watched, a soft wind swept my brow
I was so hpnotised
she started featuring in my dreams.
she was voluptous,
and moreover, vivacious,
she was also enticing and tantalising.
my heart started yearning for her.
when insects chirp on moonlit nights,I long for her
when on moonlit nights
the breeze blows leaves in slow motion
I will always think of her
I now have a will to life for eternity
when on snowy nights trees are swaying in snow,
when the dew mix with snow blanket the earth
I will always love her
for love can turn balck to white
By: Sashi.Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society.
The moon, the stars, the sunny skies, so beautiful they seem,
All mankind can sense and appreciate what it means,
Their beauty and the beauty of others,
Are in no way a comparison to our mothers.
Mothers are God’s gift to us,
Least appreciated and most worked without a fuss.
Mothers are there to help teach and guide,
And through thick and thin stay by your side.
Mother loves us right from the start,
From the moments she fondly holds us close to her heart.
These moments forever seem to her like only yesterday,
But we all know they were a few eons away.
Mother is there right through our troubles, conflicts and strife,
And every endeavor she undertakes to keep us afloat through pains of life.
Any time in life we can rely on her strong helping hand,
And she is there for you till you have regained the strength, alone to stand.
Mother is one we can lean on,
As deep in her heart she is very strong.
At times it is only mother who can soothe our running tears,
And calm our mind’s lurking shadows of fears.
Mother filled our days with multihued lights,
And put us to bed with lullaby and sweet dreams nights.
And on a foreign land you gave life to me,
And when I was old enough to my wife you set me free.
Whenever I needed you were there with tender care,
For advice and support you were always there.
You taught me right from wrong,
And how to the world whistle my own song.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a diamond to you,
For every tear you shed for me without much ado.
Mother, I wonder if you could accept an emerald from me,
For each truth you made me realize and see.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a ruby to you,
For every midnight coffee you did brew.
Mother, I wonder if I could give a pearl to you,
For every lesson of wisdom you have given me anew.
But I don’t have these and this you are aware,
And all I can offer you is my love devotion and care.
You are so dear to me but yet it took me so long to say,
Have a “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY”.
I know that when you think of me,
A part of you in me you will always see.
Thank you and I Love you Mom,
This is me your first born son