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Stronger by the Hour
David J Walker
It is
Afterall
Only a wall
Made of words
How many lawyers does it take
To make
A wall of bricks
So thick
That not even air can pass through it
Not even sunlight
That might
Allow passage
but willfully won't
There is a nimbus
Surrounding the border wall
There is an order to
Maintain order
There is a cold fog
That eats the light of
The seawall
on the West Coast
There is a ghost who will
Not rest unless it has
Raised a glass in a toast
To those it is about to devour
There is a storm
In the middle lands
That is growing larger
stronger
By the hour
Perhaps the fear will pass,
they say time heals all wounds,
but wounds of the heart?
Assurance is not enough,
though some find happiness in delusion.
When reality brings the forgotten fear back,
and slaps you hard;
do you stay or leave?
Have not the cries and pleas of children,
penetrated your ears and touched your heart?
Are you so withdrawn and so accepting,
you can ignore,
only to live and love TERROR?
Do the important things enter your head,
only to disappear
as fear constricts the mind?
Can you escape?
Do you dare to risk such thought?
Or just avoid any possibility,
that you can make it safely,
And SURVIVE.
There's a big disconnect
one that we can't seem to perfect
It ain't gotta be perfect
I just want this to have purpose
they say whatever you want to grow
make sure you keep it watered
but I gotta say, these issues we have
still seem unreal at times
it's like being at a restaurant
and they keep messing up your order
This ain't about pointing the finger
because I know we both have our issues
we tiptoe around this lingering problem
thinking as the days pass we can just
we sweep it under the rug
but this isn't the way you deal with things
especially when you in love
Maybe it's because of the disconnect
with our love languages
I know arguments is something
you rather abstain from
but a relationship without the tough convo's
isn't a real one not by far
understanding and loving each other
is still that star I been shooting for
I know well what I’m supposed to be
need to be before I die
Looking desperately for beauty
amidst the ugliness
chaos and confusion
of desolate wastelands
Shoeless on sandy shores
deserted beaches
rife with washed up
irrelevant revelations
Hacking my way
with a machete of hope
through the brambles and thorns
of a wanton wilderness
There are no signposts
to guide those like me
without a name
a claim to fame
the freedom that money
grants the fortunate few
Meandering my way through
without a map
I sing solo desiring a duet
as I pass by bleached bones
The starved skeletons of
those who came before me
Their empty orbits
stare menacingly
in stark warning
Yet still I search
seeking what I may never find
Mocked for my tenacity
by the demons dancing
to funeral dirges
in my mind
Suspicion always finds the poor butler.
This time, he was carrying a large box.
I think I saw her fingers--if not her
perhaps it was her sister's golden locks.
People say that she slapped his lovely face.
Not one to pass stories loosely, mind you,
but a grain of truth may favor this case:
She loved him, but I hear, he wasn't true.
I've only heard these things, and, yet it's true:
his was an evil look I saw that night.
Passing judgment, I'm not accustomed to,
(he could have done it when far out of sight.)
At last this story is wrapped in a glove.
The Butler's name, by the way, is Daniel.
The box contained a gift for Daniel's love:
A golden, freckled-nose cocker spaniel!
July 20, 2022
Theme: #2, Suspicion Fell on the Butler
One in Five 2 poetry contest
by Joseph May ~ First Place!
These battle scars,
don't look like they're fading,
Don't look like they're ever going away,
But darling that's ok,
Because battle scars show how much you grow,
Grow through the highs and the lows
Set fire to my purpose
And I let it burn
Do you feel how your stomach does churn
the fear changes us all
at some point we all fall
Make me feel stupid,
Try to fight it off but its useless
How did I get into this mess
We all ask ourselves this
But the truth will never miss
Even if its painful
Some things, they're
Solid, they're built to last
Some things, they fall
Apart, they break like glass
Some days, all you want to do is say pass
But if you continue to grow and to learn
The thought of life, you will come to yearn
What's worse?
Hearin' what you wanna hear
Or hearin' what's honest
Pain like daggers from lies promised
darling rip those daggers out
Turn to the world and shout
Wakin' up knowin' I'm
Somebody's daughter, but
I don't know a lot about my father
Maybe that's the reason i don't do stuff like I ought to
No matter what we've learnt
we can build ourselves anew
You know I, I'm afraid of change
Guess that's why we stay the same
Most of us throw a rope around our horse to tame
the one wild part of us
The part that's not scared to make a fuss
We bury it down deep
And go along with the sheep
I got nothing left, just an empty heart,
I'm a solider, wounded so
I must give up the fight
There's nothing more
For me, lead me away
Stop don't beg me to stay
But wait there's a torch that leads you through the dark,
Even when the outcomes look stark
Instead of hate, please pass the scones
There is no need for guns and drones
A tablecloth of white and pink
Is better than a shroud, I think
With saucers of a china blue
To hold our cups of loving brew
No need they match in color style
For beauty knows them all the while
The petit fours in rainbowed squares
Reflect the world of one who cares
Where differences are meant to be
To live and love all truly free
Why must this be a sugared dream
Somewhere inside us, it would seem
That common sense and goodness dwell
To seek of heaven, not of hell
It’s a lovely day for a tea party
Caustic fears,
Campaign smears,
A candidate faking tears.
Spewing lies,
Employing spies,
No one willing to compromise.
Platforms,
Reforms,
Recruiting in college dorms.
She’s a bore,
He’s at war,
No one knows what we’re fighting for.
Take a stand,
Shake a hand,
Spreading rumors about the man.
Red states
Blue states
Pregnant chads in debate.
Filibust,
Loosing trust,
Does anyone really care about us?
Socialized,
Criticized,
Citizens are polarized.
Impeached,
A promise breached,
Nice lessons for us to teach.
Pass the hat,
Diplomat,
Why didn’t I think of that?
Politicians,
Full of sins,
In the end, who really wins?
Saffron coated dreams
rolled into mind,
clouding all
and touching nothing,
lisping to entice
promising to feel
Sapphire nights
at windows edge,
in shadow
I saw you pass,
starting,
at a familiar curve of face
my heart paused
and contracted
speeding to tremble,
my chest on fire
But,
it was just that,
my mind again playing
an endless circle,
of a blind leading mind
to the always
inevitable,
emptiness
Fallen leaves brush my face
I am with you again,
laying next to a stream
cords of rippling flesh
glisten the waterfalls
and magic melting in and
to these moments,
alas,
it was just the curtain
dancing in the wind,
bringing thought of you
with a sweet and sour
longing,
its aftertaste bitter,
still,
I crave more
I close my eyes
leaning back into eons
embracing sadness
comforted in memory
Yet,
I still cry for you
yearning in the dark
for a wisp
I cannot wake
I’m awoken by another
the emptiness,
holding me in his embrace,
sucking to taste my life
living in this darkness,
Thus,
I commence
the unbecoming
in beginning of his
darkened pustulous reign,
I am devolving,
in saffron coated dreams,
empty
THEY WALK AROUND AIMLESSLY.
IN SEARCH OF THEIR OWN IDENTITY.
BONDING WITH OTHERS WHO POISON THEIR THOUGHTS.
FORGETTING EVERYTHING, THEY WERE TAUGHT.
NEEDING TO FEEL THEY JUST BELONG.
EVEN WHEN THEY KNOW THEY'RE WRONG.
NEVER HAVING LOOKED INWARD.
THEIR CONSCIOUS THOUGHTS WILL GO UNHEARD.
SEVERAL YEARS WILL PASS THEM BYE.
BEFORE THE OPENING OF THEIR EYES.
WHEN THEY REALIZE IT WAS ALL IN VEIN.
THEY SEE THEMSELVES HAVING BEEN INSANE.
FEELING THE NEED TO RIGHT THE WRONG.
THEY PASS THE STORY OF FAILURE ALONG.
SOME WILL LISTEN. SOME WILL LAUGH.
OTHERS WILL IGNORE AND THEIR LIVES WILL CRASH.
A VISCIOUS CYCLE, THAT GOES ROUND AND ROUND.
THROUGH OUT THE WORLD IN EVERY TOWN.