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Sudden as thunder they crack in the night,
the boys in the lane leap over fences,
bottles crashing into stone walls,
and bullets whistle with echoing sound.
Political war,
Tribal war,
Gang war.
The boys fight with one another for the release of "the Don"
they rampage in the little town,
and round up all the informers.
Night comes alive,
doors open wide,
then suddenly,
"Lord, someone shot Sammi Joe!"
Lights bang!
and everyone rushes to look at the innocent one
lying peacefully in her pool of blood.
"Sammi Joe is dead!"
Her frightened mother yells.
Gunshots cracking in the night,
smashing glass,
and chiseling walls,
the burning night heat,
people scatter in the street.
Mr. Crow pisses his pants when the boys spot him as the informer
Dragged in the streets,
Crow's face flushed with the wall,
bullets puncture his head.
Further down the road,
the innocents grip tightly to their beds,
trembling,
wondering who will be next.
Bullets dances around the walls,
wailing heightens,
The massacre begins.
Blood washes the street,
dead bodies blocking the gate of the little town.
©2013 Christine Phillips
My heart lies drowned in its own pool of blood—
Let your love secure me from life’s flood.
Let it come to my rescue from tonight;
From my life, sweetness has just taken flight.
My flower vase has long remained unfilled;
All my heart’s desires stay unfulfilled.
Let not your soothing care depart my life—
Please save my soul—say yes, become my wife.
Listen as my heart makes this plea for love,
And place my longing all other loves above.
Shut silent the mouths of each of my foes—
I need your presence to strike them a blow.
Please ensure that your soul hears as I plead,
Share it with others as your heart may lead—
That it’s in there that true love ever dwells;
Backwards or forwards, your love sweetly spells.
Note: Words written with bold letters are a pair of anagrams in each paragraph.
The wind bellowed from the west
This young boy joined the rest
Without realizing what they are up to?
Followed them blindly just for fun
Poor fools were out to agitate
This boy thought they were out
On a picnic with banners in hand
And shouting the slogans, they are singing a new song.
In his naivety, he kept walking
Then suddenly something happened
And started a violent battle
And stones came out from their "Jholas"
Before the boy could realize what is happening
A hand came out, giving a stone to him
And with them all, he also threw the stone
Without knowing who he is hitting
When his attempt was greeted by tear gas
He thought it was another playful act
Yet it continued for hours and hours
The boy waited for this scene to end
From nowhere came a bullet straight
Hit the boy on his head and his body
Scrunched in a corner of iron bench
A pool of blood got clot beneath
His life ended like a playful joke
Nobody came forward to claim his body
He was naïve villager who came to the city
Then suddenly the drama unfolded
Came forward a mob motioning silently
Kneeled down and began a mock crying
To me they appeared some street entertainers
They showed crying faces for a photo session
The government announced a committee to investigate
God only knows what will be the outcome
Meaning of life I learned from there
Think twice before joining anywhere.
Wicked Love
And Clean Desire
Cruel and dirty desires, blackened love, broken life
You aren’t my life, I am a skilled guy, unclean our love
Please, shut me, up and call your gangsters, clear my life
Clean up my life, it’s death, a pool of blood of your life
You swim and swim in my life, you are an ill will of life
But not from the Life. And not from mine. You are a parasite mind
Our love is hellish, but it could have been angelic bright
Our wicked life is yours, I want another one, and that’s fine
Will be pure, if she is poor, then it is not a problem; clean desire
Wicked love, wicked love is not a future, not the Life
You created this horrible vortex in my life. Get it, enjoy your life
I chose Clean Desire, pure life, she will clean off your dust from my life
Screams and raucous screeches
Identified world of owls in the darkness
The tears of vultures in the darkness
The doom of man
Stuck in a faux environment
A frivolous and fervent mood I was
As the red-legged black saints cried for food
Forgotten in the pool of blood an innocent being
Dogs crowed like cocks
Cocks barked like dogs
Fishes cried in the sea like men
Fishes sent out as the ocean dried up
While young crocodiles carried the bigger ones
The meeting of the black saints
So unfortunate to witness
Night embattled the day as
Day embattled the night
To relate all the woes?
Better I walk in the sun
Than witness this black atmosphere again
As I walk in the night.
Detective Laura Norder wouldn’t recognise a border
Her jurisdiction knew no bounds when there had been disorder
As the toughest girl in town she always won the day
The cells were crammed with criminals that she had put away
Laura Norder stood her ground if she should be confronted
By vicious thugs who’s I.Q. seemed to be a little stunted
She never failed to face them down and see it all as fun
But then she never failed to tote a fully loaded gun
Laura Norder went downtown, her senses they were tingling
There were people all around with whom she could be mingling
But all those people scattered when a knife man blocked her path
She grinned and left him battered in her bloody aftermath
Laura Norder had no way of knowing his connections
And later she would still indulge in zero introspections
A mobster aimed his gun and said, “You gonna soon be dead.”
A blur of motion left a bullet lodged inside his head
For Laura Norder, highly skilled with weapons or unarmed
Left the foulest gangster prone and she herself unharmed
She always had the upper hand; she’d see minute inflections
And spot the tiny details that belied their next intentions
Laura Norder wasn’t someone anyone crossed twice
Treat her decent and I guarantee she’d treat you nice
But leave a greasy fingerprint or shoe print in the mud
And you’ll be lucky if you’re breathing… in a pool of blood
For Laura Norder walks a line that’s almost tightrope thin
She’ll skirt the very edge of law to bring the felons in
So, run a mile or run a thousand, she will hunt you down
And you had best be ready… she’s the toughest girl in town
Laura Norder isn’t butch, she’s pretty as can be
But that and what I tell you must remain with you and me
I found her sobbing in her car beside a busy road
And when I asked, “What’s wrong,” she said…
“I think I squashed a toad.”
It seems like the darkness,
Risking tears, - erasing the prayers
So sensitive, kissing away all the fears
Dancing through the leaves, enchantment
Like winds, collecting all the light
In gently flowing moon song, beads of hope
Glistening on the night, starlight
Reflections, brilliant and alive, surviving
Eternal infections, abiding on the spirit
Who listens as the wind forsakes the past
With its expressions of graceful wishes,
Collecting on the endings, the storybook
Endings, blowing in the breeze
Stirring up the miracles, covering every
Need with a feeling, a feeling meant to be
Peace, sweet peace falling over the land,
Resonating on the seas, waves tossing
Tumbling with the melancholy in the grief
It is the grief that sees…
Grief, such grief – spellbound, she grieves
Erasing the mystery with her doubts,
Her sorrow like a pool of blood, dark and crimson
Flowing from the wounds who revealed
The truth – his heart was cruel. He was vicious
A criminal. A crime, the destruction of a life,
A sentence of life would never suffice
What he had done – what he had done was
The craziest darkness, a dark more ominous
Than the sinister in his shadow, the doom
Predicting his heartless war, a war with himself
Bleeding into another’s breath when he
Took away her breath, cut away her smile,
Left her lifeless body – motionless, frozen in time
Her memory, her sacrifice – his ending
To the story of her life!
for Monica
“Why d’you take so much care? Why don’t you dump her altogether?”
That’s the question they ask me for the umpteenth time and more.
She lies upon her bed; her blank stares pierce the mirror in front of her
The immovable torso that she has been accursed with lay facing the door
Twenty years ago met a beautiful girl with the man she liked
The courtship period soon passed by, the marriage was solemnized
Wedding guests had a sumptuous meal, everyone was satisfied
The fairy tale began; the new couple merry, their life was prized
Perhaps you thought the fairy tale would survive? Heck, no—
Two years later we were on a hilly terrain ride
Squall and thunder, a great boulder suddenly had a go
The car slipped and somersaulted; seconds later a tide
Gripped me by awe, my beautiful girl was in a pool of blood
She survived; only to be left in such a ruin
I was dumbstruck; had a great pain to evade the flood
Of public sympathy, anyway once again made ‘our’ life a-going
Since then we have been living here, people ask me why
I haven’t dumped her; left her at her own fate
People are crazy, their pokes and nudges should be kept at bay
Have you been answered? Well now I think am getting late
Several miles downtown my mistress’ bed is prepared; she must be looking my way
War is hell, it's a fact not lost on those
Suited and booted to fight in it.
Like shy kids in class reluctant to raise
Their hands to answer the teacher's questions,
They'd rather not be sent off to the trenches.
No one volunteers to be the sacrificial lamb
For the greater good, for glory, for legacy,
Not even for country. They'd rather not experience
The sheer ugliness and the crippling aftermath of war.
They'd rather not hear the dreadful sounds of gunfire.
Given the choice between war and peace,
There's absolutely no doubt which option
Soldiers would choose. Like beauty pageants,
They also cry for world peace.
They'd rather not step over bullet-ridden dead bodies
In a pool of blood, with guts hanging out of bellies
Images likely to haunt their dreams.
Soldiers are achingly human; they have real fears, too.
They'd rather be somewhere else than on the battlefield!
All Ukraine wanted was to be left alone to continue
Existing as a sovereign nation. They never asked for war.
Russia invaded Ukraine, bringing war to their doorstep.
The world is now watching David fight back Goliath,
And we know all too well how that story ends, don't we?
Given the choice between war and peace
There's absolutely no doubt which option
Soldiers would choose. Like beauty pageants,
They also cry for world peace.
World Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Date written: 03/09/2022
Swimming in a pool of blood-
Baptized in my own sins.
Dancing with my demons
Almost as though we were friends.
Soaking in my misery-
And I cannot evade.
The memories inside of me -
That I relive every day.
I've tried to understand.
Why I deserved the wrath of rage.
Or why I had to suffer-
By the hands of the deranged.
No matter what I've done-
(to) erase these visions in my mind.
They leech off of my soul -
And they don't leave much life behind.
I try to carve the voices out-
Which buzz inside my skull.
But then they all pour out-
And overflow my cup, so full.
And then without a second thought-
I'll drink that full cup down.
And then the voices, yet again -
Replace silence, with their sound.