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listen as you hear the fear
to late now to shed a tear
the sound of a heart racing
the sound of feet pacing
the thoughts in the mind of a witness
the looks of deception this i guess
should we ignore vanity and gain
could we be forgiven if this caused pain
listen and then believe
that a wire tap is placed up your sleeve
suits all the same shades greys and blacks
my eyes are wide i see only shoes and slacks
maybe it's over i'm not needed anymore
my face is now pointed at the floor
who are these guys here in conference
i know to be alive depends on my silence
to shed yourself of loyalty or to be caged
how long to be quiet how long to be outraged
the wiser the guy the emptier the sob
these are the results of being a witness for the mob
Written March 3rd 1999 by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
3613 w. bay ave. Tampa Florida
In the mine of silence,
within the furnace of pain,
a burning soul, prepares for
a tremendous explosion!
The mantle rocks fractured
by the tremors of turmoil,
seething like fire at the
bottom of the inner realm.
Dust and ashes surged forth,
emerging to be blown out
as a spiraled ember gust,
that set the sky on fire!
Condemnation and omission,
Repression and oppression,
-what more is needed to splinter
the inner walls of a helpless soul?
The hidden defensive feelings
spewed out as soot and dark smoke. Suppressed hopes and cries
burst open the chinks of the soul
like a crackling fire!
The boiled over aches of the soul
scalded the unjust,
The outraged blaze charred
the unrighteous people!
Tears, thick with grief,
in the womb of the Earth,
melted and streamed as hot lava
to pursue the wicked, and coiled them
like a squeezing python!
The suppressed sighs engulfed them
like black smoke that suffocates.
As the fuming flames swallow them,
the fiery mountain erupted
for the salvation of that vengeful soul!
Our mirror shattered for whatever reasons.
This day we're harsh, outraged, and chaotic.
The sky is veiled with a set of vivid regions.
The wave alters sparkly scattering as idiotic.
Perceiving the vibration of every living being.
A peaceful mind that neither know nor care.
There is no action required to fulfill anything.
On God's glory wing, I was in generous galore.
Tolerating and allowing the rhythm with delight
Hypnotized by heavenly fascination happiness.
Reemerging long-torpid sensory system fright.
We're all coiling in sync as we live in sameness.
Increased ecstasy and everlasting happiness.
To the divine beating throb, they won calmness.
Written: May 26, 2022
In the resonant noise of continual commotion,
as the voice of hysteria feels quietened
by the tender touch of consummate calmness,
the serene sheath of sentiments sinks slow
with uniquely unexpressed notion
in the unreachable forsaken depth of the mute mind.
When the cacophony outside finally subsides,
the unsaid becomes the sound of silence,
that vibrates where it finds the desired niche,
strikes softly the unknown chord of harmony.
The expression enunciates what isn’t conveyed yet
from the placid depth of quietude.
In the chaotic space of crumbled relationships
the squally sentiments spiral outraged
in the whirlwind of invasive indignation,
where they once grew in the eye of resentment storm.
Many hues of sensitivity act in the kaleidoscopic show
in the frozen depth of the heart unfeelingly hollow.
When the tempest stops after the apocalypse,
the designed perceptual shroud of stalled silence
spreads in the psychic pathway paved by cogent essence,
where the fragrant wind of seraphic spring blows
with floral emotions that walk the dormant desires
in the desolate streets of solitude.
When a rape happens or
When a rape is performed
Every one wakes up, gets outraged, infuriated
Finds moving phrases that affront the rapist
Leading to agitations at the India Gate and Jantar Mantar.
Everyone has a say,
Exasperation, vexations of all sorts.
President expresses her shock and displeasure.
Some popular neta says, “Boys are boys.”
Some sacrosanct puritan calls for stringent laws for women.
Dress code for women.
It is their dress which exposed their flesh
Causing the rape.
It is the raped who should take the blame.
The rapist will script stringent and austere regulations.
Hues and Cries and Cries and Hues.
We have to do something.
Meanwhile another rape.
Rape and murder follow strictly.
Blame the Chief Minister, Prime Minister
As another minister from another state rapes a teenager.
Whole country debates and discourses about law.
Commission is appointed, nationwide debates.
There seems to be change is coming.
Anti-rape law enacted.
Rapist multiplied.
It is now reported, women are courageous now.
The ing law is working.
Law is curing the disease, not preventing it.
Why this ing rascals indulge in rape
In this great country of traditions and God fearing rich cultured people.
The family was in a state of distress
The mom stood pleading with the dad in her pink dress
The motif on the fireplace was quite elaborate
On the table nearby stood a vase, with flowers to decorate
The pattern on the rug was of exquisite design
And the room was well furnished, very refined
Father stood sternly his pants tucked in his boots
They were in shock as they found out the truth
Attired in a white dress, their daughter sat in a chair
looking forlorn and filled with despair
As her" beau" stood by the fireplace across the room
The whole house had an air of gloom
The young lass was pregnant and she had no groom!
Her dad was outraged by this devastating news
And was ready to beat up her "beau"
Her mom pled with her dad
Saying "Please don't harm the lad"
The young man did not come to ask for her hand in marriage
Causing the family's reputation to be disparaged
To add insult to injury the lad said he was already married ! (mother was in tears)
This was too much for the father to bear
On that fateful day one shot was fired
And there by the fireplace the young man expired
No storybook ending, no happily ever after
But love did triumph....a father's love for his daughter
Headless penguins doing their dance
Walking their walk on the pebble sea of chance
Their fat little tummies pushed out so proud
But no voices at all in this penguin dance crowd
Are they twins? We others ask with concern.
Without heads can the penguin dance they learn?
They trot in the our midst and begin to jive and jiggle
In no way worried they are headless in the middle
They are arrogant! An outraged uncle yelled out.
And without heads! How is it possible? Says another angry lout.
I do not care for they are pleasant enough to me.
After all how nasty can two headless penguins be?
There wouldn't be haters if you ignored negative admirers
Are you really expecting honesty from a person who's a liar
Stay positive and expect the unexpected
Ignoring ignorance keeps you unaffected
You leave the house knowing you good in that dress
Yes the insecure are going hate so just ignore that mess
If most of us ignored ignorance road rage wouldn't be a success
Those who do things just for attention would fail in their quest
Ignorant people fuel their fire when they gain the attention of others
Why else does a spoiled child act out in public with it's mother
If you don't like ignorance then why do you stare at it
Listening to a person talking to himself knowing he's a drug addict
Have you seen the way people talk too loud just to be noticed
They would feel like a nobody if you would keep your focus
Ignorance becomes outraged when it doesn't get the attention it wants
Violence can't ignite or escalate if you ignore someone's taunts
Half the ignorant are defeated when you don't show a reaction
I ignore ignorance because i cant stand it with a passion
Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom,
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously.
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging the other!
Minding his own beeswax, without any rigmarole,
topsy-turvy on his feet, he reached for the balustrade,
became quite flabbergasted, and very discombobulated
when the doohickey provided for his ambidextrous aid
jiggled free from its screws, and found him footloose!
It seemed the doo-dad, put there by some nitpicking pipsqueak,
some flat-footed, hooligan, who knew diddly-squat, who obviously,
recklessly, constructed a railing, only worthy for failing!
Such foolhardy shenanigans! Was it some practical joke
to lambaste aged codgers, eliminate lodgers, and boondoggle the old folks?
Cass, was an old rabble-rouser, considered a blabbermouth,
was thrown off his epicenter, while his cane went a'sailing, appendages flailing
Onlookers, were outraged, ....in stage of amazement
but laughs grew contagious, and cock-eyed hilarious!
Those carpetbagger carbuncles of society….can’t stop this old fogy
Cass, brushed off his hinny, would not be blind-sighted..
Barbaric bedevilment, won’t halt his felicity!
Some even predicted, with his acid tongue lashings, and his eccentric behavior,
he would stir up entanglement, kibosh the haranguers
and strangle the caboodles, who hooted and hollered!
His face turned beet red, but no meltdown,......instead
He held his chin high
to the dining room, ahead....he ordered French bread
Ordered some bouillabaisse, toasted with balderdash and a shot of rye
He dined with the multitudes, ordered some strudel, and one snicker-doodle
Then he told folks a riddle, "There was a man with a cane, who slipped on a noodle, a handrail came loose, he injured his caboose….and cooked his goose!"
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Swish tailed Hamish, gloss black Stallion
Proud prize show hero bore blue medallion
Champion head turner tenacious steed
Lonely hoof stomper longed for a companion
Incidence of coinciding reserved to imagine
Narrow minded owners oblivious to his need
High knee haughty mare trotted by his enclosure
Temptation's waft overcame limited exposure
Hamish neighed a friend request, - she agreed
Lake rippled muscle, alpha outraged neck tossed
Winner's whinny recognised chance may be lost
Breaking barriers now became a necessary deed
Chest of windswept lake assisted stable escape
Charging through victoriously, gate swung agape
Asked lady to dance, she daringly took the lead
Dust distubed finesse surpassed usual manuevres
Hamish whispered happily, " Forever, the two of us."
Most cherished equine paradise known while freed
28th July 2020
Written for Contest: Tail End Stanza
Sponsor: Emile Pinet