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Ill fated
Life was so smooth
until one condemned evening
They bundled her up in a van
and then took to a deserted place,
She could sense her misfortune
to their sarcastic smiles,
A sense of hatred and agony
watered clear in her helpless eyes,
Treated as a vegetable
for no fault of hers,
Stripped of her modesty
was it a male pride ?
Five of them and her subtle being,
not a stitch on as the body shivered bare,
Hunger for flesh, scarring the soul,
wonder her strength to survive that scare,
Not a human being, she was just a consume,
rights can we talk as insane hooligans roam ?
Pity them for the crime not so heinous ?
or punish for murder of the soul as well ?
Unconscious they threw her on road to die,
to hospital she was taken by a passer by,
There was no end to the ill luck,
label of a rape victim dumbstruck,
Inquests, courts and then the ugly game,
in name of law, it was such a shame,
Her bubbly heard bled, stabbing cry,
Ripped soul could heave no sigh,
An year now, guilty roam free as tears burst,
as if females are born to quench their thirst,
Why not teach our sons to respect ?
Ill fated or is it our bringing up neglect ?
Quick justice the need of the hour,
she is no lust, she is a man's power,
Can sons ever prosper at daughters' price ?
Hold the flame high against gender crime rise !!
Written Sept 12th, 2015
For Charlotte's "controversial" contest
dedicated to all brave victims- lost or won the battle, but have given a tough fight.
THE STONE WALL
I was loitering lone aimless in pathless wood
making way through thorny bush and wild weeds
where creeper secretes peculiar fluids.
Feral flowers flowing fine fragrance fresh.
Stunned to discover a stone wall covered in moss
and climber coiled getting wall as strong support.
An awkward structure, mismatched in verdant scenerio.
Surely the wall is the remains of some construction.
Might be a portion of boundary wall of a garden.
Might be a part of demolished building.
Whatever however once it stood rigid bold
watching noisy lively habitation.
Once well maintained, now in wreck and ruination
standing as sentinel in solitary wood.
Only witness of past habitats
presently adored and adorned
by moss and thorny climbers,
arousing curiosity of passer-by.
Stone wall standing shy embarrassed
finding itself misfit contrasting
rhythm and harmony of woody panorama.
10/10/20
' A Wall in The Woods ' Contest by craig cornish
Love finds its way from dead magma of my Soul
We giggle on our island with seemingly no enemies
I wonder if the Seven Sacred Pools are just an illusion
and waterfalls are tears of joy or ... sorrow.
This is a journey of a day for Gods
- we leave a place and get back in full circle.
You prove to me how weak I am in your emerald embrace
but do not look me in the eyes when searching for Our eternity.
Heavenly Earth - My Love - I ride alone although the car is full...
I do not trust these rainbows - I think they play tricks with my heart-
How can Purity regenerates from the coldness of Insanity
and still be eternally yours when I am just another passer-by?
Teralani - E Ku'u Aloha - it's time for me to go !
*
"A tearful nude with wings slapped by the sad beauty of her sunsets"
is missing here, today, at the burglarized Island's Art Gallery of Life...
for Syed's "Free Style"
I was just a passerby, a Prince Charming
trying to be a gentleman while helping
a Damsel in Distress wasn't trying to be a hero
yet my heart lead me to be with her
A site revealed in her life
I acknowledge continually through her strife
And aloft that I mention had no intention from my heart
To be lead to this spot to be entangled, but the hero is and yet smart
Any chivalry destiny then within my mind
I Fallen acutely aware of her situation
So involved I volunteered some time non-dangerous I felt compelled
So to try to stay near to help her out, I was faithful, not a doubt
Her seriousness and her actions are more of needs than a want
I, for the time, embraced some of her shortcomings and some of those needs and wants
For all that I tried to do in my heart wanted more than to try on her shoe(s)i was just a Passer by a hero who in help a damsel in distress while fighting some of her villains
Got all caught up a hero just helping who got caught up and fell fallen in love
5/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
AND I'M HUNGRY FOR YOU
Three days passed, Billy again is sitting relax in his favorite place. Smile flower from his face as he watch closely a single file of shadows on the wall. He is envious that these ants are more systematic and resourceful in gathering their bread and butter.
my need, my want, my
feelings of desire arise
by the smell of foods
Billy's hollow excited eyes accompanied by spiderlike hands
cram to spoon the fallen scattered crumbs of rice and biscuits
from a passer by on the rough dirty floor.
Today, I desire
an eat all you can meal treat
"all" including filth
He is done eating all crumbs but still a lion growls inside his stomach,
he ran like a train to ask her mama for milk but how can he suck--
... when fertile breasts two weeks now is suffering drought.
parasitical
technically edible----
I am eating you
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8:41 pm; July 27, 2015
The sun danced on lightened leaves, my muse aligned, in zeal
Greenery of palms with the windy tantrum, touched me , still
The tribal walkway and the rural patsy rushing for more, in pace
The village girl sitting on mud, with her lonely bouquet of grace
Looking ahead, felt a perceiving truth of my tambourine sparrow
This is my charming flute, assonance and refrain, flying o’er meadow
Sounding clay and a subtle may, greets my soul , a humble solo
The clear blue sky lit up a sun danced cry, quenching of the thirsty new ones, a mellow
These boys and their gaze, an amazing delight my pondering eyes adored
My tambourine arose with their morning flight of youngster voices, a chord
Refrain and my troubadour o float afar , a homebound, must it be, so shall !
The village sky and the golden hue a beckoning once again to me to prevail
Unyielding nearby clues, honeysuckle muse, no more of a voyage to avail
Of all these , the aimless riddles, unresolved mystic , a wait to receive
Unsung these songs of mundane repertoire,incomplete till today, inconclusive
My muse and my enchanted clues, my daylong a soothe, my song, singing cadence
My daylong zeal had no toil, no more of hard chore sweating, a bypassing hence
My mind, my eyes, my apparent plethora in calling back to do well
They are ambitious, in optimism, let them gather their own stack , to gather and feel afresh
I will be a mere passer by lull there, immature a cupid try passing up close , eternally a grace.
Ei To Bhalo Legechilo- Sahana I Aditi I Damayanti I Basabdutta I Samantak I Rabindrasangeet
I wish to be the gentle breeze
Sweeping tearful eyes
Of the weary midday flower.
Or to be the horrid shadow
Casting fearful darkness
For a passer-by to rest.
A rippling river of white
I wish to be the one
Drenching thirst of arid earth.
Or to be a dancing wave
Of the mighty sea
Playing with a child.
A guild of fleeting clouds
Hiding splendid sun
For a homeless soul,
Or the canopy of green
Thwarting rain for a home,
I wish to be the one.
I wish to be a cresset
Guiding glimpse of hope
In the prosaic paths of pangs
Or to be a firefly
In the dim toilsome journey
Of a soul to his divine home.
she's gasping for
the lifelong turmoil
under the spotlights
and cobwebs
into the cavity
into the forlorn mill
by marshy meadows
a passer-by mumbles
and kids play hopscotch
meanwhile in cold blood
she has been cynical
and started a hunger strike
when the kids kicked all the molehills
tender surrender
to tuneful fragments
of Monday mourn
the pilgrim carried
a burden with legacy
and everyone heard
the coalmine symphony
playing overnight
it was a helter-skelter
a midwinter mirage
scrawled with dagger
on a corrosive corset
she watched the flamingos
out on a field
when all of a sudden
hordes of hunchbacked
mannequins stood up
and she was like
what the heck?
Smile-spot scintillates on the path of every passer-by,
Unfurling petals are showers from a day’s blissful sunrise;
Nymph-like wonder beyond the pleasure of our eyes,
Flailing triumphant joy for every human to hope - fly!
Luxuriant embellishment, usually carpeting a field,
Ornament along the aisle, mobile booth-parade’s grand frill,
Witness of grandiose affairs, when love of two hearts sealed;
Everlasting love of God shines brightly through
Relentless blooming of this celestial beauty-thrill.
May 27, 2021 8.58am
Sunflower Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
Place: 3
Judged: May 31,2021
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
They have all kinds of entertainment
That has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Some people say their fugitives which
Keeps them on the out skirts of town
To where their confined
Yet, through their travels they've become
Quite intelligent.
They make honey sweets with no
Preservatives that are just to a dieter
Or diabetic unkind.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find the
Gypsy encampment.
People arrive to have their fortunes told.
They see the signs in front of bright
Colored tents where the palm reader
And the targot card dealer gives them
Some enlightenment
To take them away from their daily grind.
The tamborine shakes and a long haired
Gypsy girl with green eyes will mystify
Any passer by steps in to the circle which
Is the cue for the instruments.
Do you have an inquisitive mind?
I guess so. The crowd moves in closer to
See rose colored lips, pearl white teeth,
Provocative hips, that are really defined.
Sway to the beat as waist length black
Hair with just the right amount of curl
Swirls with abandonment.
Her ankle length bright colorful skirt
Shows off tiny dainty bare feet and
Shapely legs as it unfurls unconfined.
See they have all kinds of entertainment.
Watch her spin, the way she tilts her chin
As you take the dance in it gets under
Your skin as a testament
That nothing can compete with the Gypsy
Girl when she has combined
The twirls and whirls to the music in her
World she is definitely in her element.
It has to be lucrative for them to stay
Alive you'll find.
Her dance is designed
As a convenient
Way for all to hurl coins of any kind
To help support their wonderful life of
Merriment.
In wooden covered wagons on the out
Flanks of town is where you will find
The gypsy encampment.