Long Normality Poems
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Dare to venture.
It's a small thing.
It's a different thing,
But has great dividends.
It's practically painless,
And is absolutely priceless.
Dare to venture.
For just a little while,
Break from the norm
Like a mild rainstoSea.
Dare to venture.
Sometimes, continuity
Adversely affects our sanity.
So, for just a little while,
Insert a little adventure, and
Get out, take off and breakaway
From the drudgery of normality.
Dare to venture.
Take a flight you've never flown,
At least 2000 miles from home.
Take a cruise on the deep blue sea.
Take a long slow ride by railway,
Where timelines are hard to tell.
Board a bus and relax a while.
Take a ride on a route that you
never planned, in a vehicle
That you've never driven.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
and too gentle zephyr of mortality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
My mind reels with the thrill of whiteout blinds
buffeted by green field sentimentality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.
Exciting the throng, leather football winds.
Gruff padded players gift us vitality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
To feel so alive in sweaters, not thinned,
bouncing along in haywagon of normality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds.
Pumpkin and apple pies, corn, all else tinned.
Harvest festivals of cordiality.
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
A scarecrow field stays put in our minds
filled with Halloween unreality.
The threshing floor divides the brisk cold winds
I choose the rose-red blush where death rescinds.
6/21/2020
Month of the year I like most Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
I can’t tell you how it all started,
That night when manic moon
Probed and punctured the pall.
I awoke hurtling through space,
Somewhere between ideation and shellshock,
Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases.
I remember redundant circularity,
Premises tumbled into conclusions,
collapsing onto premises,
A colliding kaleidoscope of real and demonic terrors.
I pieced together feeble fragments of form,
careening, cringing, crying out muted,
screaming out silently in suffocation.
For decades or a day, I was unable to say.
Faces swirled by, studying me like a lab rat.
All their labels flew, but no one really knew.
Dumped at asylum’s door,
I was an indentured servant to delirium,
Where old drooling men were fed in bibs,
Where a nameless woman always danced with me,
Where another kept clicking a TV remote,
and a transgender angel spoke the sanest words.
The staff dispensed neural elixirs in Dixie Cups,
Switching most of my socks and underwear
With strangers.
Then, one random Tuesday, it all reconstructed.
Everywhere permeating petrichor,
Everything erected like Elysium, lush and dripping.
Speaking softly, I offered sensible, sentient sentences,
Words assembled the way mental doctors liked.
I walked in consistent, persistent directions,
They sent me home, my muscles still
Quaking from all the meds.
In the end, no expert dared speculate on these events,
The how or why no one really understood.
My normality now suits everyone’s comfort zone.
But to those who shun my type, beware!
Deviant delirium always languishes hidden in every heart.
Accepted for publication: The Opiate, Spring. 2024
Two of our have gone missing today
Two guys from the corps sad to say
The demons they have are strong
Lets get these guys back where they belong
This is happening more frequently now
Veterans going missing Why? How?
Something more needs to be done
The battles they have, haven't been won
More care and funding would be a start
From society then they could feel a part
They are not weird, strange or odd
They are veterans part of a squad
Removed from their familiar surrounds
An alien country there in with unwanted sounds
But no it is home they are at
Not feeling normal how'd you fancy that
Panic attacks and unwanted dreams
No normality here or so it seems
They say be strong stand and fight
You can't see the enemy it's time for flight
The enemy is not in far off lands
Its in the head eating out of your hands
They don't know what to do for the best
Anxiety depression burning their chest
Saddly one of the guys did pass
The other still confused in the grass
He cannot see the love all around
He just wants to be on the ground
I hope this chap is found safe soon
He really needs help to find his moon
His family and friends are worried sick
This young man needs a gentle kick
Get home young soldier your family await
Find the love you deserve lose all the hate
You are a veteran now please stand tall
No more veterans need to fall
R.I.P Jak I didn't know you at all
I feel great sadness that you did fall
My condolences to family and friends
Hope they find comfort as your pain ends
This shouldn't happen in this great land
They should grow old hear marching bands
But alas I know it allways will be
Untill funding is found can't they see.
Craziness Became Fashion
Craziness has became fashion
Normality has became abnormal
Man has became madness
See that man
Sagging like a prisoner
Man has became madness
Wears like rags
Their wears are rags
Tore here and there like that
Of street passers
Creatures without destination
Craziness has became fashion
Sexual arouse in public
Behaving like animals
Craziness become fashion
Eyeglasses without lens
Man has became madness
Sharing chain with a bingo
That is the man with elements of madness and craziness
Wears like rags
Sexual arouse in public
Chain as bingo
Those are the elements of craziness
That later became fashion
®©Abdul Wakeel "young writer " 1/8/17. .. All right reserved
“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.”
Quote by - Vincent Van Gogh
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Well aware of art, seeing star-lit, deep-blue sky
High above the ripples of Rhine
A delicate one chose a brush to bring it down
to a canvas, working with hues
painting stars and man-made yellow jets of city lights
descending to green reflected blaze, reflecting
not stars, but brutal city-lights
Two human figurines stroll love in the foreground
Gogh's sensitive symmetry gave
half the canvas to earth, other half to the sky
Deceptive tastes of fickle world
Failed artistic symmetry, Failed gentle artist
Stealing sky above Gogh's fixed gaze
Mortals took too long a time to appreciate
Starry Night Over the Rhône
Tired Gogh's 37 year old hands
Wilfully shot his sympathetic genial heart
Hands that never quivered even
While painting water, shivered at uncertainty
Rushed to find peace below brown earth
Losing direction is quicker than taking
a deep breath when fear frightens us,
and that's our wake-up call to stark reality;
why do we give more attention to banality
than to God who gives and takes lives?
Why do we follow characters so deceiving?
Are we all going mad giving up sanity?
Let somebody you slap you hard
and quickly snap back to normality;
lay off at once any harmful substance,
keep away from the somber graveyard:
choose life and value your existence!
Drugs are a quick-fix for many indeed,
they impair judgement, don't snort Fentanyl;
it eventually freezes up the conscious mind;
seek God instead and live longer, pal!
The Pandemic is finally over: we are living
without restrictions and feeling freer than birds;
why are we all going mad for absurd reasons?
Isn't our purpose to keep going and thriving?
Some people put the blame on stress, not cocaine
when they hit a brick wall and go totally insane...
then, green becomes blue and red black:
will they die or survive their ship-wreck?
" Hello dear duckling!
I know it's been a while.
Every time I hear your story
I cannot help but beam a smile. "
" Hi! How are you? Yes, my story travels on
Like a bird in migration...You do realise I'm a swan? "
" Ha ha ha! Of course I do! I call you 'duckling' with affection.
Your story comforts many, who with it feel a deep connection. "
" Wow! Really? I somehow got separated
From my family years ago.
My new brood called me 'The Ugly Duckling'
For what I was, they did not know.
So for a time I felt quite lonely
Sometimes afraid, always dejected.
For however hard I tried,
I did not fit in and was rejected. "
" But one day, you had a twist of fate!
You found the place where you belong.
Your radiance, your beauty praised...."
" I wasn't ugly all along! "
" So what message would you give
To those who feel misplaced,
Whose difference makes them victims
Of bullying, of disgrace? "
" I'd say that their normality
Lies in how they feel.
Their vulnerability misconceived as weak
Is the very thing that makes them real!
So if you face 'The Ugly Duckling' phase,
Please remember, it won't last.
One day you'll be valued and
This will be part of your past. "
" Thank you for your wisdom
You precious, famous swan.
You've not allowed bad beginnings to embitter you.
This is a moral that lives on.
Many more will benefit
From the inspiration you supply.
May they think of your example.
May they hold their heads high. "
Any tourist visiting the Big Apple
has noticed a big change in attitude;
everyone rushes by looking sad and acting rude,
" Our city has gone through a year of struggle!"
All cafes are shutting down, my City Cafe' too,
I came here on weekend and read my poetry to everyone;
my fellow poets acclaimed, I hated the deriding boo
of a passerby who knew nothing about how to write one.
I'm stuck in the Big Apple, I could leave Gotham*
and go to another city as vibrant as Amsterdam...
would I find the same enthusiasm from words spoken vividly?
Will young people listen and learn how to write good poetry?
Life has lost its vibrancy in the Melting Spot, smiles are gone
and all the friendliness has cooled off, it's a cross on Calvary...
when one thinks of death and nothing else, instead of clinging to hope;
can a glass of Bordeaux change the sad mood and break their sobriety?
Pfizer seems promising, volunteers line up to get inoculated,
other are skeptical and rather wait, their cynicism is unreal;
many have lost their dear ones and fear to be in a hospital bed,
Trump is proud of his accomplishment and that's his last squeal.
The city that has never slept will return to certain normality,
no masks or distancing are required after ninety days;
the livelihood it had and the death toll is a tremendous loss,
the nostalgia echoes in all, but stronger is the desire to live freely.
GOTHAM: New York City
I’ve had a stark reality check
Lost my job, oh what the heck
Tears fall freely from my eye
As I survey bills piled mountain high
I’ve lived all my life at full throttle
Got gripped by a demon contained in a bottle
Alcohol has taken its toll on me
I’m a pitiful wreck for all to see
Folks find me lying in a gutter
Drunk again my neighbours utter
My wife has left me; I hang my head in shame
But I’m an alcoholic – I have no one else to blame
Lost my dignity, my family and I know the reason why
If I don’t give up the booze I’ve been told that I could die
I realise I need help to cure my addiction
Get back to normality, reduce my stress and friction
I’ve had a stark reality check
I need just one more drink… oh what the heck
FICTIONAL WRITE
2nd place in Reality Check Contest judged on 05~20~15
Submitted to Second Place contest sponsored by Laura Loo
title changed to Intoxicated for 'I'' Contest New or Old Poetry Contest
sponsored by Constance la France
05~19~16