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A Safe Haven Amongst the Stars

Enveloped within the ambiance of night where the moonlight comforts my soul—the absence of anyone else around leaving me at peace.

“Stay for as long as you need to”, a quiet voice whispered, “for no one can hurt you here.”

In that moment, I felt safe and a sense of freedom to be just who I am.

Amongst those stars, I found refuge and a place that I could now call home—the hours of darkness redefining its reputation.

And within that time, I became grateful for the silence of not being ridiculed amongst a population that normalizes cruel intentions.

Leave me here and let society carry on, for when the sun takes its position in the morning, I'll be a memory that daylight was never meant to hold.


Life and Death

Unknown, unseen, the invisible demon has arrived to annihilate 
Anybody out in open becomes a pray of his wrath
Soon gasping for breath, gone forever
Such is his might that no one dares to go near dead body
Lest they be killed mercilessly

Huddled at home, a life of scare
Millions dead, count increasing
Governments battling the hidden enemy
Nothing is working 
All are living a caged life at home

This monster has spread its tentacles all over the earth
Dead bodies fill crematory, human population coming down drastically
Surprisingly he is targeting only humans

Nature, trees, animals, birds, insect, air, water, all are happy
They are glad the monster came to save them from human atrocities 

Land animals still living in little space, now roam about more freely
Water bodies are relieved as they are no longer being used as a big dustbin
Trees are breathing fresh air
Birds are chirping merrily
No honking of vehicles, no loudspeakers, no loud human noises

It seems this monster is a friend of all except humans
He wants to kill humans for atrocities committed against others

Man's ego stands crushed 
One who thought he was the greatest
stands helplessly in front of a microscopic creature.

Earth belongs to all, live and let live
Stop destroying earth, or I will come kill you
Message is loud and clear!

05.05.2021
Contest Name : A Poem of Horror
Sponsor	: Funom Makama
Form: Imagism

Premium Member Bias Race

Human kind, population of many kinds 
Each stake claim over dominant race 
Bias race to think one is better than other 
That their idea be any different than yours 
Because it is not same of yours  
Is it so much that you be right 
Or learning experience to a better way 
A way of change, even our hearts need looking 

Hatred discontent, for your own life chose 
Person we grown to be we except 
With perception, we all seeing life same 
Dreams of make believe come reality 
Bias race, is it your life you follow 
Or world in demand for a solution 
It only be our own desire our guilt 

Heart as wicked as soul of man 
We kill for skin, robbing a life dignity 
We earn respect, loyalty bought mere pennies 
What is it we become the trash you street 
We see man hungry, greed we feel 
His rags rip by life circumstances 
It is not we choose our color by choice 
But by one's demeanor their character carry 
 
The importance of the being truth be seen 
Only in eyes of beholder bias race 
One can not love another without first loving yourself 
Has life destroyed perspective you had 

What is it racism lives but in ourselves 
That we hate another cause not who they are 
Is white a minority, all dark skins 
Should I fear the color or the man 
Makes no difference, one as bad as other 
But except skin, we are still same 
Bias race, not just color but foreigners way 
It's not our land we trample hearts 
But morals of being breathe for same air

Premium Member Democratic Parties

I just read that U.S. Democrats stand in solidarity
against Trump,
but what else?
What is democracy for?

First,
democracy, rather than republican plutocracy,
here confuses collaboration against our competitive opponents
with solidarity,
which must be for both ourselves and our appositional tensions.

Second,
democracy trusts empathy
rather than mistrusting antipathy
much less active distrusting pathology
so democracy stands in solidarity
with polypathic regenerativity,
with wealth optimization as health maximization.

So,
please,
if our parties and cooperatively-owned
and managed
and cared for
healthy workplaces
wear the label of "we are pro-democracy"
then rest assured that being for healthy polycultural evolution
and against degenerative monoculturing competitions
is a humanitarian platform
not limited to gathering votes from 50% of the humane-natural population,
but capable of drawing every vote
from every mind and body of age
to become pro-health for all Earth's species,
including this less upper-caste privileged variety
of democratically polyamorous party animal.

No Harm No Wound

It was holy traveling
Suddenly I decided
after getting up from the long night sleeping,
Over phone I fixed the time of going out

I never visited the holy shrine before
Amazing, strange, solemn environment all to me

Top of the hill the saintly shrine is
Since indefinite time alone all around forest silently there was
It was said once the saint accomplished spiritual contemplation on there
No sounds, no population but birds chirping from far

When I was going to up by the muddy stairs of the hilly body
Suddenly four dogs came and escorted me and my friend
After visiting and praying in the shrine I felt hungry 
Found not there the dogs but miraculously 
an unfamiliar person asked to share with him his meal! 
O' it's maybe called God's blessings and help in terrible far alone

Whatever, on the way back we saw a snake in the middle of the stairs 
Dark black, fatty, long and brown eyes snake
We'd no idea and We’re still unknown to it
My friend afraid of it and went back few steps up
I felt also back to the shrine
But I gathered courage and thought-
“I'm not harmful to anyone and anything
So, why does this snake harm me or barricade my path?"
Generated courage forwarded us to march ahead 
We found the snake moved aside instinctively


12.07.2020 Chattogram
Form: Prose


Covid-19

Coronavirus also know as Covid-19
A deadly virus that is wiping the population clean
It's just like the flu but can do so much more worst to you
It started in the Whuhan city and has made it's way around
It's a virus with no cure yet found
What can we do is the world coming to and end
Will covid-19 put us all to bed 
We can only hope and pray that this epidemic can just go away 
So many people have the symptoms, yet so many people have been put to rest 
I never would of thought something this bad would happen in this world 
But here we are today defeating this plague everyday 
not one day doesn't go by where there isn't someone tested positive 
I say we all put our hands together and really start to pray
For all the people who are suffering with covid-19 and those who have already passed and gone away.
we should wish for a cure to quickly be found 
And maybe start to make some serious rules around 
In this world to make life better and safer 
So we can prevent these kinds of epidemic that just come around.
 
By Naderia

Premium Member If I Could Talk To God - Act 2

For all around, this world I can see
Destruction, betrayal as the impoverished plea
Palestine, Israel and these Belfast child's
A world of man, in destructive wild

We have been here
For millions of years
Why in over two thousand
We have many tears, and many fears


      People became leaders, their population steered
      An unknown word suppression, alleyed their fears
      They were told what was right, told what was wrong
      The unbelievers, well they never belonged!


In every society, there has been a written book
Through modern centuries, we have been told to look
And if we look, and these words have been found
Is is purely belief, or are these words so profound

I am no seer, but my eyes can see
My name is Semaj, and i have no plea
You are here today, respect your tomorrow
For my words above!



My entry into Matt Caliri contest " If i Could Talk to God " 



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-6.php

Premium Member The Forgotten

Our lives are consumed 
With vice and pleasure
Self-absorbed with blinders
And avarice for treasure
The majority indifferent
To the plight of our parents
Or the generation before them
With their disciplined adherence
As medical technology
Prolongs our existence
A materialistic generation
Promotes political resistance
The diseases and conditions
Previously unnamed
Now have an aging
population restrained
Disadvantaged and exploited
They simply try to survive
While the rest of us carelessly
Go on with our lives
No opportunities to acquire
The means to sustain
Plus devaluation of the dollar
Leave them hungry and lame
They face the future like the past
Proud and undaunted
Their only dream left
Is to feel needed and wanted


     October 16 2016
Form: Rhyme

Laid Upon Their Alters

"Laid Upon Their Alters" 

qhapaq hucha 
it begins at birth
the most precious 
resource of all

we are registered,
audited, one by one
under the rod measured
by lizard rule 

the capacocha 
children of complacency
dumbed down, some
thorns, uppity, removed

heads counted 
to be held high 
as trophies, those played 
and won 

for the greater good

oh yes, 
we belong;
we belong, 
we’ve always belonged,

to the ruling class

sapa inca 
orders sacrifice, daily
all are held up to the Sun
of the others’ huacas,

accountable,
we are ears of corn
sheared and scattered 
kurnels sown to replenish

a new world
fresh crops
laid upon 
their oily alters

falls the empires
one by one 
like conquistadors 
they dissolve us

holy sees parted
red and bleeding
we are all children 
well drugged 

foreplay for prophecies 

all war rooms 
cleanly wiped
disinfected, by fire
baptised deja vu

submerged 
together 
we are something else
to behold 

realm of the four parts

these final moments 
matter

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)






“With their royalty and focus of worship destroyed, 
the general population readily accepted Spanish rule 
as “what was done.” This created local assistance which, 
along with outside factors, allowed the Spanish 
to completely conquer the region by 1572, 
marking the end of the Inca Empire.“




“This pattern of manipulating a people’s concept 
of ideological power, in conjunction with 
relational and material power, 
is seen throughout history 
and is often a large component 
of the fall of great empires.”




"That’s why the banalities matter. 
When the real issues come up, healthy states, 
the ones capable of handling and minimizing 
everyday dysfunction, have a great deal more capacity 
to respond than those happily waltzing toward their end. 
But by the time the obvious, glaring crisis arrives 
and the true scale of the problem becomes clear, it’s far too late. 
The disaster—a major crisis of political legitimacy, a pandemic, 
a climate catastrophe—doesn’t so much break the system 
as show just how broken the system already was."
Form: Narrative

Premium Member The Taste of Time, It

THE LABEL I HIDE ON THE WINE BOTTLE                                                                                 There was no real need to know of the brand                                                                                                          I did not want to prejudice the taste                                                                                                                        The wine was chosen on its own merit

THEY TOLD ME OF THE PSYCHO CAT'S DEMISE                                                                           There was no need to prolong misery                                                                                                                            It was better for everyone concerned                                                                                                                     All the family totally agreed


SABBATICAL DREAMS AFTER QUARANTINE                                                                                
Altered behavior will always follow                                                                                                                            Some families get closer; some farther                                                                                                                                                  The population may also increase

EERIE BOARDWALK CREAKS NEAR THE WHITE SAND BEACH                                                   Reminds me of the Santa Cruz boardwalk                                                                                                                                   We were at that beach forty years ago                                                                                                                    Funny how time also made my bones creak

090420PSCtest, Collaborate With Me, Kim Rodrigues
10 syllables per line(Syllable counter). 1P
Form: Verse

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