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Masked
…
The rain pelts down
On this soft and gentle day
But inside my head, I wonder
If you will always stay.
Because that’s what you said
Before you slammed the door
On our hopes and our dreams;
We could be so much more.
Than just a pair of friends,
Together watching
This world’s horrid end.
But our life is not over
And we still have some love
Leftover.
As with each page’s tear
My mind starts to wear
Down each and every final
Situation.
And so I drown
Those tears away,
My broken heart-
Forever here to stay,
Swallowed up by each down
Of my hollow medication.
But it’s nothing like mine
Which will always get worse
Each and every time.
And instead of numbing
Each and every crossword,
I knew that you’d come running,
The single second that you heard.
But my cries and my tears
Are not for you to hear.
For I am still lost
On what you want us to be.
I thought it was forever-
That night that we crossed
Our full names together
On that rainy lake’s broken tree.
So I wonder if you’ll ever
Drop that stupid blank mask
Or if it’s just for me to see-
As an actor, you bask
In all the fame and all the glory,
As I one day tell our story.
Oh, it certainly is
A monumental task.
But I’ll write ‘till I cry
‘Till the words make me die.
And just you wait and see.
My story reverbs through our minds.
And one day, through our galaxy.
And if you ever doubt your power
Of your damn blank mask-
In every waking, horrid hour.
Well just sit back and think.
My hands are drenched in my pen’s poisoned ink.
And you didn’t even have to ask.
If sky is a sea of
fallen flowers
and dusty diamonds
glazed in red,
I’ll unfurl the
saffron sun within,
stretching sandalwood
arms of serenity,
upon gardens of
glistening grief,
with healing herbs
and soothing spices,
from greener grass
of life amidst sorrow.
For I can
move mountains
and secure trees,
to a therapeutic realm
where perfumed
petals never wilt.
While kindness I sow
shall sprout in hues
of warm honey and
raspberry dreams.
I am an
unshakable rose,
blooming from
roots of ruins,
facing fiery fangs of
the phasing tulip moon
above wildfires
of whirling woes.
This musky
spirit is timeless,
resembling the
flaming heart of
an untamable phoenix.
My silence soars
beyond mourning wolves;
ice blue eyes
of fleeting seasons.
And you, twin-star~
my sister I cannot
breathe without,
will forever be the reason,
I’ll wear this amethyst
sequined armor,
to sail through
ripples of rage,
like a floating candle
amidst eclipsed tides,
that shifts and sparkles,
while flickering eucalyptus elixir~
upon scentless tea lights.
So if tomorrow, clouds
above your
sleepless sanctuary
swing with poisoned rain,
to drizzle splinters upon
your bed of melancholy,
remember, I’ll find my way
to your unrhymed spheres,
steal perfectly metered
syllables of hope,
from the elysian above,
that sprinkles
champagne lunar-beams,
and I’ll weave
a curative poem
beneath the ink-less
canvas of acrylic dirt,
to calm your
midnight musings with
mellifluous metaphors.
Autopsy of a Bitter Heart
My thoughts vomited upon the page.
No rhyme, no reason, no beauty;
Raw, bare muscle and torn flesh.
No cute love hearts colored red and pink;
No, this is the heart of human anatomy.
The heart bared with a “Y” incision on a stark, cold, metal table.
The heart that glistens with swollen purple veins and arteries that pulse with black blood. Chest torn asunder with metal hands. The white of rib bones broken like twigs, leaking viscous blood and bile.
The autopsy will not locate the cause of the death of My soul, the death of My innocence and flowery poetic phrases.
Murder committed with words and indifference leave no physical marks.
The scars are there, wherever the soul resides…the mind, the heart, the bowels. The scars are there and they build atop of one another until my soul has its armor.
Armored with tough, white ropes of healing flesh…shrouded with remembered pain.
It's not pretty. It's not rhythmic and metered...
No flowers here, only weeds and poisoned leaves.
Words laced with the taint of bitter arsenic…foaming from a perverse choking throat.
I vomit this bitterness on the parchment…leaving me empty and new.
When evil rules in the heart of men
When evil rules in the heart of men
There's no satisfaction unless they cause death
The mind schemes hurtful and malicious plans
The heart meditates on it's malevolent traps
There is joy in seeing the innocent one suffer
When the heart is embittered with poisoned fervor
When evil in the heart conquers the rational mind
Vestiges of a conscience vanish into space and time
Without that inner voice motivating him to choose good
Only vicious twisted hate filled voices are what's understood
Remorse is not something to be considered, or ever applied
When it's the goodness and humanity inside that has died
No options are left for the mentally tortured and deranged
Although to innocent and decent people it sounds so strange
It's hard for the blameless and right hearted to visualize
How a fellow human being can be radically dehumanized
It's one of those unsolved mysteries that forever will be told
How a youth changed into a serpent whose blood runs cold.
John Derek Hamilton
June 16, 2016
if I could trace back
to that period
before it all started
some hundreds shameful years ago
when, under thatch great men
with courageous minds were made
Days,
when we aim neither
for fancy houses
nor folding bridges
true peace was what we preach
Then,
our egos yearn for more
we set to conquer civilization
our brethren we exchanged
for soap, gunpowder and tobacco
After we made them great
on their intelligence they heap praise
that their so-called industrialization
our labour they exploited
what they'll never mention
They fooled us
to believe that
we can catch up with them
invisible ladders they built
which we have to climb
to meet them on the top
Slowly,
we poisoned ourselves
with their westernization
embracing all those illogical concepts
shaky as a kid's first steps
Then,
came our realization
of how foolish
we had been
Gladly,
they left
knowing they will
always come back
for they know our minds
have embraced their every thoughts
Years passed,
radically they came back
this time with new faces
of remorse with impunity
to suck the marrow from those bones
Foolishly again
we allowed them
to confiscate our brains
this time not with chains or canes
but with thoughts of doubt
Now here we are
crippling and dripping
of sweats that would have been theirs
instead of mending holes in our thatches
we fought for their badges
But,
what if we learn to breathe under water?
what if our chiefs can lead better?
what if they need us morethan
we need them?
where are those ideas of Pan-Africanism?
where are those men
who fought with swords and words?
Let's bring back those days
..............BUT LAMENTATIONS.
Originally posted on: https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/
https://hfoday.wordpress.com/2022/04/25/this-isnt-poetry/
I grump, I slump, I scowl, I'm in a mood
To judge, nitpick and be abruptly rude.
Skies heavy under clouds of concrete gray
Lost are the pinks and lavenders of May.
This winter has worn down my sunny cheer
A season's rain lasting throughout a year.
Manners abandoned as passive and prim
The strain on kinder spirits running grim.
I swallowed full this bitter appetite
Too eager for the apple's poisoned bite.
An ice stone lodges where my heart once bled
Frozen where human charity has fled.
Like princesses asleep in frosty tombs
I wait on kisses dropped from rosy blooms.
At last, a crack, a ringlet of green thaw
Renewal, like clover, fragile and raw.
A rise in warming skies by shifting blues
Outlines the sun's return in heathered hues.
The promise within rainbow spring relies
Upon the wings of snow white butterflies.
05/06/21
Rhyming Couplets contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
The syllable count was verified on howmanysyllables.com
I hear your cries echo through the corridors of time.
For three thousand years, hope was stolen,
your humanity bartered away like coin in a market.
They branded you untouchable,
yet you are the pulse of the earth,
the dark soil from which all life is born.
Look at them—
they build temples of stone but crush the living temple of flesh.
They parade in garments of purity,
yet purity does not dwell in their hearts.
They call themselves white,
forgetting that white is the shroud of death,
while black is the womb of creation.
India sings of democracy—
but only on paper,
while in the streets,
the Dalit drink from poisoned wells
and walk with chains invisible yet heavier than iron.
O land of sages and scriptures,
why do you blind your eyes to your own children?
But listen—
karma is a wheel that never sleeps.
The wheel turns,
and the high will fall,
the low will rise.
The first shall stumble into the dust,
and the last shall be crowned with dawn.
Nothing remains the same beneath the cosmos.
Your oppressors believe night is eternal,
but even the longest shadow bows to the morning sun.
Suffering is the blacksmith—
it tempers your soul like steel in fire.
They see permanence in your chains,
yet permanence does not exist in the universe.
O Dalit, sons and daughters of destiny—
do not believe the lie of exile.
Nature was not foolish to birth you.
You are the missing verse
in the unfinished hymn of India.
She dreams of greatness,
but her dream is hollow
until your dignity is restored.
The beauty of the world
is not found in sameness,
but in the symphony of differences.
And so I say to you—
though the night is heavy with sorrow,
though the stars seem far and dim,
tomorrow freedom will come,
and the chains will fall
like dust before the wind.
FURUHI, A LAMENT
(Based on a poem by a Japanese poet of the seventh century, Yamanoe Okura)
What in all the world is most desired?
The precious ores, the seven precious stones?
Yet what are these to one
whom Heaven gave its fairest pearl,
that gem love brought forth to day,
our son Furuhi, our little son?
O why did Heaven lend to us
its fairest jewel?
When the star of evening shone,
he wakened us, laughing, jumping,
and when the star of evening shone,
he lay between us, there to be
a lily cupped by two green leaves.
But like that short-lived flower,
his freshness faded, wilted, paled,
as he grew weak and sick upon his bed
until like bird of night death came
to snatch its prey.
O Lord of sky and earth, tell why
you, possessor of both realms,
took from this scant store our gem,
our most loved only flower.
And Lord of dark shades of night,
to whose realm of nothing falls
all the realms of being owned,
why did you seize with such unseemly haste
what in full time was yours with better grace?
What cause had you to deny
a little season's bliss?
O Lord of dreams and visions, why
did you, as though consoling, promise
to return to us our pearl
and let us see him smile again,
and let us hear his laughter as before,
at our waking, till cold reason
with vial of gall poisoned the cup of dawn
that we felt his death not once,
but again with each returning day?
O Lord whose name we do not know,
lead him gently and with parent's care,
or call us soon that as before
our shoulders bear him high.
As the world turns into the unrecognizable
As justice is completely destroyed,
and laws are merely twisted at will
As corruption distorts and destroys
As people are divided and murdered
As hatred spreads like lava spilling,
and safety wanes rapidly like snow in rain
As voices are censored and people silenced,
while our rights are stomped on and stolen
While diseases are man- made and food poisoned,
with proven bio engineered ingredients on labels
While toxins are deliberately burned around us
As the fire heats up and the water is boiling
When you cannot find positive things once there
If you feel lost in daily crisis, feeling alone....
The righteous will be given strength to survive all odds
The righteous will be given courage to speak truth!
The righteous will stay sane and make miraculous differences
The righteous will work and they will never give up!
There will be no fading of light, no way to stop the righteous
The righteous will be considered truthful, kind, courageous
- and the righteous will be saved -
Heidi Sands
6/1/24
(C)opyright
You put a face to every cliche about love
You bring balance where I feel off
You water the fruits of my spirit I neglect
You are the one I want to share my garden with
You make Texas feel like Eden
Got me cheesing through any season
I've never been this comfortable
I've never felt this strong while staying humble
Today God's breath breathed into your heart
Evidence of the son how your life flowers
I could never pick your petals but I'd always choose you
You are a blessing that overflows my cup
You challenge the best parts of me
So this is a thank you
For being in this part of my journey
I hope I can give you at least half of what you bring me
In a world where love is poisoned
You are a key ingredient to the antidote
You help me paint the color of hope
And I hope regardless of what life looks like
You know my heart grows deeper when thinking of you
p.s. for her…