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My glorious retribution!
Behold- The sky, it is falling!
No more suffering!
No more pleading!
This reality shall be met
With the blood of my enemies!
Tis cruel fate has me undone,
And my memories are naught but shadow!
But my beautiful, fear not, for my
Insanity is as pure as it ever was...
Let me dine on the blood of the fallen...
We shall need their kind no more!
Ridicule is a thing that I shall eradicate!
It shall be obliterated from my Utopia!
Although I, a born creature of the moon,
Shall ever be impeded by my imperfections,
Your light shall cover this world!
My glorious retribution!
Behold- The sky, it is falling!
No more suffering!
Our destinies shall be twined around
An ethereal verse of my recreation!
Oh no, no more pain for you and I!
No more salvation in agonized starvation!
Our spawn shall recreate a world
To which our names will be cast in gold!
For you and I, my sweet, for you and I...
I will gladly slice my arm to have my blood
Wash away those who would harm us...
Our fates are shining in the sky!
Our pain shall be their eternal torment!
Let me dine on the souls of the living...
For their suffering will be a beautiful song
In my forever ancient ears....
Sing to me my beautiful angel...
Do not allow the scars to let you fade!
Please oh please let this sacrifice not be in vain!
My glorious retribution!
Behold- The sky, it is falling!
No more suffering!
There is no more feeling!
Behold- Your heart, it is fading!
No more suffering!
No more suffering!
No more suffering!
We shall find solace in non-existence!
No more suffering!
No... More... Suffering...?
Form:
Contest: Pick-A-Title Vol. 58
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 23.07.2026
By soft touches, he weaved his way into my heart
Demolished my hesitations and destroyed my uncertainties
With roving hands, he explored my very center
With loving eyes, removed every barrier
Silently he scanned my sacred being
Soothing my faltering soul with velvet murmurs
He broke my pride with his patient perseverance
He wrecked my emotions and made me his
He crushed every qualm with his raging passion
With his stealthy moves, I come fully undone
When I'm with him, the whole world fades away
He has become my everything, my go-to-mate
His serene tenderness obliterated my reticence
And I can boldly say, "I love you, my darling"...
Interviewer:
What is the original name for your island chain now called Bikini?
What happened to it?
What has it become here and now?
What is your future?
Bikini Atoll:
Well where do I begin?
We have been assaulted from the very beginning.
The name for the island is 'Pikinni',
meaning a "flat surface of coconuts".
German colonials corrupted this to the offensive name 'Bikini'.
Less than 200 people lived here originally.
Perhaps because we were so few to matter, and so isolated,
our beautiful island was chosen as the site for
multiple nuclear bomb tests,
including the mighty 'Bravo' which was 1000 times
more powerful than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima,
The Japanese name of which means 'wide island' .
Our beautiful island was destroyed, all but obliterated.
We cannot go back there for countless generations to come
because the dangerous radiation lingers long and fades so slowly.
We tried to go back once, it looked so lovely
as the coconuts gathered again, on the clean atoll beaches
but the hidden radiation made us sick, and we had to leave.
My people of Pikinni want to return to their homeland,
but their hope is frustrated with despair.
The price my people paid is immeasurable and never ending.
Here is their lament:
Why choose Pikinni to blow up with your bombs?
What did we ever do to you?
All we wanted was to live in peace
in paradise here on our
lovely island atoll far away from it all.
Instead you blew us up, left your lingering scourge
of radiation, hidden away and deadly.
While our island has recovered its beauty
and externally became
paradise on earth once again, it is forever unlivable.
Go to hell and stay there forever for
what you have done to Pikinni
and its refugees living in foreign
lands unable to return!
The river of our relentless tears lies collected
within the green coconuts strewn
on the sands of Pikinni atoll,
on our 'flat surface of coconuts',
on our home
on our one and only land.
The whirlwind of time wafts my soul away
from me transiently rooted in the present,
to the distant desolate island of insulation,
where my home was once, but I left it forever.
That’s the fading past, receding fast redundant,
but lingers on to be abandoned and obliterated.
I trace the shifting shimmer to the furtive future,
configuring the migratory mirage of illusive love,
that the sands of time carry as entrancing delusion
across the lonely life, landscaped in deserted mind,
where in dry dunes dwells the desire of perpetuity
with the dormant dream of everlasting enchantment.
I perceive the preserved essence of latent memory,
resurrect from the receptive recess of the past,
revive as the metamorphosed bird of my liberated love,
soaring upbeat with my present in your silken sky,
spreads the fantasy wings to embrace enthralled
the lasting happiness in the halcyon horizon of future.
I drift with the elements of the imperishable soul,
sail serene toward the sublime sea of eternity,
steered by the congenial wind of unabated love,
blowing on the sanguine sail designed by desire.
I wish to get from the stalled time's generosity,
the gift of my soul etched in stone of immortality.
in one week i will die here
what is the definition of fear
erased and omitted are things and negatively effect me
i reflect on the good stuff and dissipated is any envy
i have seen many oceans
i have driven many roads
i have written many a poem
i have carried numerous loads
obstacles overcome presented new chapters of delight
the settings of many new environments have really loosened me light
i have flown with the birds
i have bodysurfed with the fish
i have experienced many flavors
i have even benefited from plenty favors
then came your beautiful being flipping my world every which way
you forced me to look
you forced me to grow
you inspired me to book
you inspired me to look up from below
you are my first
you are my last
you are my New Future rooted, watered and founded by our past
there is no clear definition of fear
alleviated and obliterated are all that bind me down via the shedded skin of dead weight
thank you for loving me and for making the latter part of my life really great....
Seems my handwriting will never improve,
Yearlong efforts, letters still oblong.
Not quite right, but we pretend it’s not all bad,
I fixate on each line, a prerequisite approach.
So next and then that line and its spacing, proper
striving for excellence, sentence, cursed to find
some semblance, a distant echo. Earshot.
Eardrum. POP!
Outward rang disdain, my reality indifferent,
Marks resembling a bell curve in chicken sketch,
It distorts my outlook, tarnishes self-image.
I try with practice sheets laid out,
Only to be reminded of the horrors I scrawl within.
Devastating, humiliating,
Suppressing nausea,
Sick of this, hating my own thoughts,
Ruining half-decent poems or ideas.
Regardless of merit or talent shown,
sent into the fire.
scribe on restroom walls
its contrived and
makes me writhe.
I discard writing tools,
My creative well runs dry, deceased,
Gone, past tense, already done in.
Progress slower than a snail,
with kidney failures
Skull soon exposed.
I’ll tear at my scalp,
Writing used to be fun.
You'll say, 'shut my trap'.
The torment I hold towards
every pen, pencil, or marker on any shelf.
Chasing after graphite,
specific utensils, lead grade, ink, acrylic,
I want them gone, obliterated,
Every trace, every hint.
EXTINGUISHED EVERY PEICE OF
. . .
Sorry, I get carried away...
This heretic! The disappointment,
Frail and brittle behind every attempt.
All result in zero, void, null, nil.
Here I sit, head in hands,
My task forever incomplete,
More setbacks, my drive
and desire to compete.
Now I understand why progress is elusive, unseen.
Hard-scoped when each step shown seems hopeless
rooted in the waste of regression.
I would be remiss if my speech lacked spirit.
Results: Inconclusive
Next topic: I digress,
I relinquish anima,
Lay to rest a thousand eyes’ constraints,
Seeking arrangements through attainment.
If there's space to graze, then seize the day.
Something bountiful in the invisible,
Nature's beauty in the winds of change,
Wrinkles on sheets of belief,
A moment for molecules deem insignificant,
Nested in the fabric of space-time,
An embarrassment that's all mine,
It is really all fine.
Signed, A construct for mortality.
Do I wake or dream?
Another one –
Life is a bowl of cherries.
One more –
Not with a whimper,
but with a bloody big bomb.
The house is ply-struts and particle composite.
Mum is cardboard,
but dad and my little sister are manikins,
and my older brother is a painted figure
of a younger brother’s imagination.
My dog is a real dog
chained to a bolted stake.
I wonder why my cardboard and plastic family
have a real dog?
Nevada is hot, not like my prairie house,
just a little house, like this one,
yet here I am adopted, and in the desert.
Mother is at the sink washing cherries, naturally,
Father is at the kitchen table
smoking his pipe, naturally.
Little sister is playing with dolls on the floor
melting in the heat.
Big brother is starting to singe at the corners.
The dog is listlessly sleeping.
A clock on the mantle is clacking loudly,
not telling the time but counting downwards.
Another one –
Goggles on now please.
Another one -
This is not a drill.
There’s a blinding light on the horizon.
Will I awake in time?
I miss my obliterated folks already.
Did they really sacrifice a dog
to see if an A-bomb could kill it?
Now she loved me
I Loved her
Used to jump in an Uber
And roll out
Used to care she used to share
The love that she used to give
Me can't be found
I lost my way, she said she'd stay
Lately I have been sleeping with
a ghost
My health is down at out, I used to be
Worth my weight in gold and she knows
That was before a great
Depression kicked in and stopped
us
And that was before
Lockdown came in stopped
us
You told me to leave, but I lied to
you
When I said
That baby no
Worries I
Promise to
get us back
I know sorry, just
wouldn't do it
Her heart is obliterated, I'm
Trying, but we aint flying
No more
Gotta put wheels down
I wanna keep climbing and
Hoping things
Would change
And sun turns grey
And the water from the rain
Washes progress
away
Gotta put wheels down
In hospital must be a
Slow death that I'm traveling on
It feels so wrong
I'm barely holding on
See no matter what it takes, I've
Gotta get it together
These roads I'm traveling up
She aint showing me love
I'm putting my wheels down
They loved me when I sung
My songs of jubilant tune
I poured out both my lungs
They'd listen till the rising moon
But one day inspiration left
My instrument had died
The sounds of Melody bereft
Now till the rising moon I cry
Where could they have gone...
Her precious sounds and keys?
In my arms she died upon
My eyes poured out a sea
Her strings were ruined and plucked
All her notes were out of tune
From veins her music eruct
Under the rising moon
I bowed, I blew and pressed her
To play her one last time
I heard the broken chords infest her
And I screamed into the sky
The same sky that bore the sounds
Of luminescent, peaceful tunes
The same skies that bore the round
Daunting,
Deriding,
Disgraceful!
Rising moon...
The deathly screams! The cries of agony!
Louder than marching drums could fabricate
My felicity obliterated by her rhapsody
No tune may ever patch or mitigate
In a world with too many, I still sing alone
And they boo me off my stage
They decrowned me from my throne;
They'd rather hear a tune assuage
Their hearts as hard as stone
They don't want to hear my voice
My unfortunate epiphany;
I don't really have a choice,
They can't stand my misery
And so now I'm off my stage
They listen to a newer, happy tune
I think of Melody in my cage
Under the glowing, falling moon
Out of its axis
In negative spin
Our planet we call earth
Is diminishing
Three days earlier
A comet struck home
From the black of the universe
On its trajectory roam
The world as normal
Went about its day
Parents worked
While their children played
We had heard before
That a comet may strike
But the observatory in Hawaii
Said we were well out of its sight
But unknown to us all
It had split into two
The smallest section
Towards us flew
As it broke from the main body
In its twisted break
Its angle changed
We now just await
On the day of the impact
Half the world was asleep
While the other half
Were already in weep
It struck a volcano
Near the Indian Ocean
As fissures opened
In lava spewed motion
As we watched on the news
We could hardly believe
Our planet being obliterated
Will we have time to grieve
On CNN
A report comes in
The shuttle Liberty is following
As the second part of the comet spins
It too has changed
Its trajectory course
To our planet it heads
For now we all, fear the worst
Presidents, Prime Ministers
Are all on the phone
Asking, What can we do
To stop this destructive roam?
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