Long Panicking Poems
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Turned on the TV to see what they'd say
There's crowds in the streets all around the UK
Shelves being ransacked at Tesco all day
It's happening too in the U S of A
My TV depicting an end, clearly near
With Donald Trump there and Brexit right here
Then back to the masses, although it’s unclear
Whether it's panic or madness or fear
They're showing us scenes of emptying shelves
With mobs going frantic, all out for themselves
TVs get lifted from where they were racked
It's easy to see that society's cracked
Hoarders are scooping up baked beans and bread
Brand names all gone, own label instead
'Food for my family', is what one said
'I've got to provide for fear they'd be dead’
Coffee and alcohol, biscuits and cakes
Sausages, burgers, bacon and steaks
Folk grab at board games with ladders and snakes
And luxury watches, both real ones and fakes
And now the news treats us to Donald Trump's face
He's saying he's set for a nuclear race
He's gonna build brick walls all over the place
Cos the US is full and there ain't no more space
So they're panicking far and they're panicking near
The whole of the western hemisphere
The Ruskies have nukes and they're all pointing here
It seems that the mobs are in justified fear
Then back to the markets and bustling streets
Shopping bags bulging with with copious eats
Vegetables, fruit and myriad meats
All crammed into car boots and on the back seats.
Now we view traffic jammed up standing still
Ambulance racing to someone who's Ill
Drivers attempting to show some goodwill
No room to manoeuvre though sirens are shrill
Then back to the clambering hands and shelves bare
Frantic swipes reach for the last items there
Desperate housewives all pulling out hair
Their trollies still holding a square inch of air
As fighting breaks out in aisle number eight
Some fellow bought milk... An entire crate
But what made the other bloke really irate?
The last crate was grabbed by the first bloke's mate
I turn in shame from my TV
Can't bare to see the things I see
Where once we had humanity
This war has brought depravity
But as I turn, the room to leave
I hear the words I can't believe
Do my eyes and ears deceive?
This is not war... It's Christmas Eve
White Space
In perturbed silence, I sat
with music dancing in my ears
within a blank and bare room
solitude quieting the mind
against ever racing thoughts.
I dipped my head, eyes blinded
by a false sun, gazing upon
echoes of now forgotten names
scribbled in layers upon eachother
their owners now far away
from where I now sat.
Sitting there, I wondered
if they sat as I did,
panicking over tests and essays
scribbling their names in stressed fervor
so no one forgot those who struggled before.
The thought crossed my mind
to add my name to the web of echoes
etched into the wood, to be observed
years after I've walked the stage
moving onto ‘greener’ pastures.
but it was not time for that just yet
the book infront of me instead
drawing me away from reality once more.
COVID-19?
What have you not heard about it?
It’s all over the place
In my face
In your face
In our faces
Only to instill fear
The fear of losing
The fear of dying
Panicking
Rushing
Fidgeting
Pacing
Unsettling
But, we have to be still
And everything became still
It seemed the air became fresher
It seemed the land was not stressed
It seemed the water was clear
It became clear
We had been destroying our environment
With all the everyday bustling
BUT that didn’t last
Because COVID-19 remains an enigma
No, it is not a figment of our imagination
It is a nuisance
An interference
And people want to break free
People want to break free from the stillness
People want to keep moving
Moving forward
Some say the end times is creeping upon us
With Floods
With Fires
With Earthquakes
Destroying lands
Killing people
COVID-19 is the signal of our earth gone bad
Because our sins have gone mad
COVID-19 is a sign that the end is near
When those who have been faithful to God
Will ascend to heaven
When those who have not been faithful to God
Will descend to hell
So, let us take heed and prepare ourselves
For the day will come when the Lord will return
And we must be prepared
So then, can we try and live in harmony with nature?
Can we try and keep it simple?
Or have we progressed so fast we do not know what it really means to be still?
COVID-19, will you come to an end
Or will you overcome the world?
I resume the world soap,
'Cos by celestials' rule i cannot cope.
Bind i myself to this world by luxury rope,
That by faith i'll be firm,even if a slope.
And to all my crafts entrusted and dope!
I will return never to that hood,
Neither will i to the beggars nude.
For to them was i presented as a food,
A flesh in their midst is qualified to be
consumed.
For that did i all myself seek good.
I'll retreat to the king's abode,
And will in anxiety and curiosity a-rode.
That i before him will again be a-mould.
That if peace tarry not,joy will be to me a-
load.
And to luxury will i eternally unfold.
Wealth,luxury,Grace,Joy,money,
Honour,heights in my lodge be.
Strife,death,indecisions,menace,worry,
Loadgers,panicking,illness,perish be.
From me an to me; Reads; pleasant thrills.
Clays,mortal,pestals; my guards are,
Iron,metals,gun are from me far.
For they to human world sketch scar,
And on destruction were they a star.
Let the formers be found with the potter.
I am what i choose to be,
A Potter,that'll all wealth fix.
That if joy and hope be amiss,
Or if they be slack; mend be.
That if Joy,peace and hope did slack,they'll
be mend by me.
I'm a potter,
To all slacks; an answer.
I'm the mending panther.
Moulding mortals,
The pot-ting Potter.
I AM
c.2017
Moonlight creeps through the writhing woodland as
Arion walks alongside me—upward toward the lone mountain.
We had trekked for miles and the way was wearisome,
heavy fog in its obscuring fidelity stalking our every step.
Winds shrieked around us like dissonant flutes—
high pitched, fortissimo screams that died in
and died out dismally.
They reminded me of my own undulating doubts
manifesting into fits of malignant mess—
but the steady sound of our unified steps
soothed my panicking heart—tears flower
my eyes, dropping like dew.
Soon—as many storms do—
the winds died away along with my fears.
That is when the mockingbird
began to stridently trill in the distance,
its venting variations vaguely familiar.
Arion and I stopped in a flat clearing, stunned by its clarity,
listening intently to her songs.
Timelessness touched the forest
as melodies touched our hearts.
When her trills ceased, I first witnessed
the tears of my loyal companion.
Somehow, they made him younger and freer.
Excitement sprouted from his eyes
like wildflowers witnessing their first dawn.
He wiped the tears away with his sleeve
and beamed like a sunrise.
“For just one moment—one moment,
she sounded like my mother,” he stammered.
I grasped his hands and held them to my heart.
Arion looked up to the sky, above the circle of trees,
as if he recognized a face in the midnight expanse.
We made a camp and settled silently in the clearing.
The last thing we remember before closing our eyes
was the overhead flutter of shadowed wings
and a gentle sigh beyond the pines.
(note: this is the third part of an epic about Arion I shared a while ago. The first and second pieces are “Little Glistening Salmon” and “Ocarina Steps”)
While the thick fog blankets the bright night sky
A full moon illuminates my dark path
Suddenly I'm crimped with horrific pains
My heart starts to pump faster and faster
Flesh begins tearing away from my bones
All my bones breaking and growing larger
Hair covers my body from head to toe
I've lost total control of my mind now
A strong desire for flesh consumes my thoughts
Unaware of the beast I have become
Visions come in and out, of empty streets,
Knocking over trash cans and chasing cats
Now glimpses of an old man and his dog
Getting closer and closer, my heart stops
Taking every step slower and slower
Till I have found the right distance to pounce
Reaching the mark my heart begins to race
I jump at the man and my mind goes black
Seeing clear now, I'm not in the same place
My body naked and cold, drenched in sweat
I look to my hands they're painted in blood
Now panicking, wondering what happened
Fearing now, the unknown reality
Focusing on my current location
I stumble to my feet, dizzy and sick
And scurry through the dim morning sunlight
Miles, later knowing now where I am
Finding my home I entered in a haste
To dreadfully wait and pray for the truth
6/24/2017
A war without gun send the people on the run.
A war without gun thats the best thing that the world could have done.No guns, no bullets,no knives
Just the virus is making them pay the price.
Airplanes are grounded, schools are closed
And the army is on the look out.Big guns in hand
And the military getting ready to sing their song
Big guns but no bullets they parade around the street
With guns pointed in the air, there is nothing to fear.
A strange mood is sweeping through the air
that is causing people to fear, you can feel it
But you cannot touch it, it creates a mystical mood
and it leaves everyone confused.Something dangerous is
hapening that leaves everyone panicking, the sun is getting hotter and the frantic mood is burning up the place.Something just is not feeling right especially when
You have made so much sacrifice, man can hardly come
To terms with himself, heaven has finally make him bend.Humility burns like fire in his soul he has to stand up and be bold and open the next chapter before he grow old.Mankind racing against time look for everything that is divine.The music has finally toned down
and everyone is listening to a different sound.
They are buying out the store and food is ration more and more.The cars are lined up in the street getting ready for the final decree, everything will soon be
lock down and the real impact will be felt all over the land.Man will drop like mice in the streets and he has to
Play to his own heart beat.The weak, the old and the innocent will have to face their own consquences.
And when the day is done, victory will be on the run.
The world will wake up to a new song when this battering is done.Say sorry when you can say sorry.
Say sorry and you don"t have to worry.Powerless guns whose point is blunt bacame silent as corono rip through the place.Vinigar and salt will help to calm the storm.
Vinigar and sugar will sooth your liver.Garlic and spice
Has everything that is right.School children tumbling dowdown the street cannot understand the motion that is in their hand.Time is closing in and everyone will have to pay for their sins.Get up and go.You are fighting a war
Without gun and victory is on the run.
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips,
like my hands are trying to escape.
Do I lean in? Do I lean back?
Please don’t let me stumble over my own feet.
My heart is doing that ridiculous thumping thing.
Why does it feel like the world is waiting?
Should I say something? Something clever?
No, just stay quiet, it’s fine.
Just breathe…oops, too noticeable.
Why is everything suddenly so tricky?
Your eyes are so close, almost too near.
Okay, maybe not, maybe it’s the perfect distance.
What if my lips are awkward? What if I taste strange?
I’m panicking, yes, in every corner of me.
I tell myself stop, act normal… but my pulse gives me away.
“Hey… is everything okay? You seem nervous.”
I nod too fast, my thoughts scattering everywhere.
I want to laugh, I want to crawl under a rock.
I feel like I might float or fall all at once.
My eyes dart everywhere, but you’re right here, holding my hand.
And then it happens, gentle, hesitant, soft.
Our lips meet, and my stomach flutters.
It’s awkward, it’s funny, it’s perfect in its messiness.
I think, maybe this is how first kisses are meant to feel.
And I secretly hope it never ends.
When I walked in the room,
I saw no sign of you,
your shoes or your jacket new,
even your car was gone.
Called up all of our friends,
knew nothing on their ends,
no message did you send,
or note that said ‘so long.’
Called police panicking,
three days ’till your missing,
they got you on the first ring,
but would not speak to me.
Now so confused I am,
we had a life, a plan,
I loved being your man,
but without a word you flee?
Alta….
you said that everything was well,
Alta…
what bothered you, you would not tell.
Why up and leave me,
barely believing
that it could all end this way.
Alta…
I thought that you would wear my ring,
Alta…
we’d buy the house and everything,
gone without notice,
how could you do this?
Nothing that you had to say?
When I ask why you’re gone…
for nothing did you want,
no quarrels, nothing that wrong,
and so much time I gave.
Was this hypergamy?
Are you monkey-branching?
To some man more than me,
is it the cash that you crave?
I’m not that bad for looks,
never asked you to cook,
so what left our world shook?
And why not even explain?
I’m not a perfect man,
but I’m no also-ran,
and I’ll never understand
how you left without shame.
Alta…
it seems I though too much of you,
Alta…
our time together wasted too,
All on the wrong track,
real feeling you lack,
I’ve come to regret the days.
Alta…
I put you on a pedestal,
Alta…
was wrong to be that gullible,
and I say right now
I will not allow
myself to play such a game.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Breathe in, Breathe out.
Help Me! I can't breathe!
I can't catch my breath! I'm gonna die!
Luckily a friend close by,
gently caught my arm and said:
Calm Down! Calm Down! You're panicking!
It's not the in, It's the out!
You're brimming breathless!
You've forgotten to breathe out,
desperately clutching on, to what you have.
You're holding on, too scared to let it go.
Your lungs are topped up, chock-a-block full!
You've gotta let it out, let it go, to begin again.
The tides gotta run out before the tide comes in.
Be brave my friend and exhale, exhale,
exhale, again, vacate the void, feel it fully empty.
Let it go, Let it go, Let it go.
Breathe Out! Breathe in.
Breathe Out! Breathe in.