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In ivory towers, oblivious reigns,
Blind to the weight of scholarly chains,
Reports unread, insights ignored,
The fruits of labour, rashly scored.
Heads turn away from midnight oil,
Unseeing depths of earnest toil,
Quality dismissed with careless ease,
As if research grew on trees.
Passion exploited, dedication scorned,
Complexity of thought, summarily shorn,
"Just another paper," they decree,
Failing to grasp what they can't see.
Understanding falters at the gate,
Where ignorance sits in high estate,
Dismissing years of careful thought,
As if such work was dearly bought.
In halls of power, a tragic play,
Where value's judged by yesterday,
And those who push the bounds of knowing,
Find recognition never growing.
O, the irony of learned spaces,
Where wisdom often hides its traces,
And those entrusted with the helm,
Fail to fathom their realm.
In a quiet town where shadows blend,
A boy named Dustin learned to mend,
Born to a mother, young and alone,
With dreams in her heart, but a heavy stone.
No father’s hand to guide his way,
But a grandfather’s love would light the day,
With wisdom deep as the ocean’s tide,
He taught the boy to stand with pride.
“Integrity, my boy, is worth more than gold,
Hard work and honesty, let them unfold.
Knowledge is power, a beacon so bright,
In the darkest of times, it will be your light.”
As the years rolled on, the family grew,
With siblings to care for, Dustin always knew,
That love was a burden, yet sweet to bear,
A great big brother, with a heart laid bare.
While his mother worked, he took on the role,
Of protector and guide, with a nurturing soul,
Though childhood slipped by like sand through his hands,
He learned to be strong, to meet life’s demands.
Through sleepless nights and endless days,
He forged his path in a myriad of ways,
With dreams of UGA, he set his sights high,
Determined to reach for the limitless sky.
But life can be cruel, and fate can be tough,
When his grandfather passed, it felt like enough,
Yet in every tear, in every sigh,
Dustin held on to the lessons that never die.
With a heart full of love and a mind set to learn,
He pushed through the pain, for his dreams he would yearn,
A PhD in hand, he stood tall and proud,
Knowing deep down, his grandpa too would be proud.
“Look at my boy,” he’d whisper with glee,
“From a boy to a man, what a journey to see!
You’ve carried the weight, you’ve weathered the storm,
In the tapestry of life, you’ve woven your form.”
So here’s to Dustin, a beacon of light,
A testament to love, to courage, to fight,
For in every struggle, in every embrace,
He found his own strength, his own sacred space.
With integrity, hard work, and knowledge in hand,
He'll walk through the world, a proud and noble man.
(APROPOS OF 11/21/2018)
i
The fires came and the winds blew;
Nothing remained the same—
If only they knew…praying for the rain;
The floods came the next day
And the flowing mud had its way:
Houses that had remained
Went down the mountain drain;
But they vowed they would build again
Knowing that they were not the blame
And that the old Devil would be put to shame;
For they remained filled with sparkling hope
And fueled by igniting faith in ways to cope;
ii
How could they have ever known
That the fire next time
Would be so dreadfully blown
Consuming all they held so sublime?
Yet, despite the devastating cost
Etched memories would not be lost;
The heavenly Eagle had stirred the nest
And their souls’ spirits had survived the test.
iii
Without caring to warn, fiercely famished
Flames came knocking at fuel’s gate—
Like flesh-eating bacteria
Scorching the ripe Cali landscape;
Most were devoured within the path of the flames,
Leaving ashy structural architectural shards
And remnants of charred human remains
Laying naked among charcoal baked clods;
If only they had known—even imagined—at least…
Nature’s unleashing of such a power—a roaring beast,
With strange winds carrying sparking needles of pain’s grief;
iv
Destruction and death raised ice bed thoughts of long ago—
Of the charred cities of Sodom and Gomorrah—
But healing memories fired flaming faith with spirit filled Gloria:
Remembering Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah—
Also known as Meshack, Shadrach, and Abednego;
In the end, deliverance came sweeping along the charcoaled way,
And the sunrise of time granted them a new blessed day
As the mournful death charred journey remained to be tread;
The Most High, Jehovah, heard their prayers and nodded His head.
v
Everything under the sun and moon come in due season;
Whatever nature brings, the Creator will reveal His reason.
Know then that for what has come, you are not to be blamed;
For in due season, the old Devil will surely fall and be shamed.
Quote:"In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins."
Elizabeth Goudge
In the depths of my soul, I strive to be pure,
To resist the lure of sins, I endure.
But as I open my door, they stand in a line,
The seven sins, tempting, oh how they shine.
Pride, the first one, with its arrogant grace,
Whispering accolades, urging me to embrace.
But I turn my back, with humility in my stride,
For I know that true greatness stems from inside.
Next comes Envy, with its green, jealous eyes,
Showing me what I lack, fueling my disguise.
But I resist its pull, for contentment I seek,
Knowing that comparing brings only anguish and bleak.
Greed, the third, flaunts its golden allure,
Promising wealth and power, a life secure.
Yet, I reject its promises, for I understand,
That true riches lie in the love of my fellow man.
Sloth, the fourth, with its lazy embrace,
Whispering comfort, urging me to embrace.
But I refuse its grip, with vigor and might,
For I know that achievements come from relentless fight.
Lust, the fifth, with its fiery desires,
Burning passions, igniting internal fires.
But I quell its flames, with self-control and grace,
For love and intimacy, in true connection I embrace.
Gluttony, the sixth, tempts with excess and feast,
Indulging in pleasures, satisfying every beast.
Yet, I deny its cravings, with moderation in sight,
For a balanced life brings true joy and delight.
Wrath, the final sin, with its fiery rage,
Urging me to unleash, to engage.
But I choose forgiveness, with a heart so pure,
Knowing that anger only brings pain and rupture.
With determination, I stand strong and tall,
Resisting the temptations that surround us all.
For in the face of sins, I find my inner peace,
Choosing a path of virtue, where my soul finds release.
room without walls reaches sky
bleeding tears where shadows play with dust
in conference rooms they eat dead flesh
with tomato sauce
room bleeds more tears
evil cannot be good
op-art is an illusion
tears dry into salt
tomato sauce spills like blood
lamb meat they gobble with mint
tears of lamb fall into dust
walls in sky hold no rooms
darkness is not light
dualities mix not
corridors of learning and corridors of
power merge in abyss
of life’s true longing
space is where all are free
no keys to hold or hide, follow not shadow
call not bitter sweet
distress will be your name
my footsteps go where angels fear
space holding atoms near
true longing lounges in Heart
abysses of no consequence
learning and power a game
honey is sweet not to be called bitter
recognise what is what
sky my knowingness
understand how daisies bloom tears
undying freedom is where all start again
they call tomato sauce ketchup
pouring it over keys lost
affliction to ones calling good evil
bees do sting the unfortunate
our bodies universes traverse
whilst conference rooms, malls shatter
queues are long for dead flesh and chips
tears silent salt in encrypted veins
they run corridors of dollars
dark is night as it passes midnight
put not bitter for sweet as room reaches sky
[Prompt : Isaiah 5:20 / Anthony Biaanco
HONORABLE MENTION : Standard Contest
March 26 ]
Life's canvas, a vibrant hue,
Where colours dance, a symphony is true.
Harmony's embrace, a gentle hand,
Anger's fire, to peace is planned.
Walls rise high, a fortress of stone,
Built on cries of power, a bitter groan.
Tyranny's shadow, a chilling blight,
Power's corrupting touch, a soul's night.
Red, the blood of battles fought and won,
Yellow, the sun's warmth, a struggle began.
Blue, the sky's vast expanse, a yearning plea,
Green, the land's embrace, for all to see.
Indigo, the wisdom of ages past,
Orange, the fire of hope, that will forever last.
Purple, the royalty, a crown of might,
Black, the darkness of greed, a soul's lost light.
Passion's flame, a love that knows no bounds,
A tapestry of lives, where peace resounds.
Across the borders, a shared humanity,
A vibrant future, for all to see.
From ancient hues to modern-day's embrace,
Let colours guide us, to a peaceful space.
For life's true value, is love's gentle hand,
A world united, across the land.
When Rico said, Thirty days will go by
and I’ll be forgotten after I die
I knew what I had to do
I’ll make a book for you
At least the cover will catch your eye
I decided to do this in case he croaks
It's a chapbook with his incredible jokes
Double-entendres filled with sex
At Kinko's-AKA-Fed-Ex
Obsessed with Vladimir's power, a hoax
Thousands of words it cost me some chen
Kinko’s gets it—they always have been
Lucky for Rico Leffanta
I have chosen the right fonta
At my source where they make things happen
Mana'o wau e ola mau 'oe
translation: I hope you live forever!
Shattering the Unbroken Cycle
Bully's shadow looms, a pervasive stain
across all sectors, absurd, yet sustained
Governments and schools deny workers' rights
incentives, facilities, and dignity's light
Seniors torment juniors with blows and pain
emotional scars, hunger, and shame's stain
Educators wound with words, with physical might
abuse and fear, a toxic, endless night
Domestic walls conceal violence and despair
husbands, wives, and shattered vows laid bare
Governments neglect, oppress, and deny
basic rights, humanity, and a chance to thrive
Even sacred spaces hide oppression's face
wealth and power, a sharp, humiliating knife's pace
Do we bully for fleeting power's sake?
Is happiness not our purpose, our heart's ache?
Can't we choose kindness, unity, and love?
Break bully's chains, send humanity from above
On the outskirts
of a line comprised
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on the possibility
that if heard, they
stumble not to the fore
of inexistence. Due to
clocks power, a measure
of petite conversations formulate
in between. My aroused pupils
correlate with yours...(SIGH) Your
soul accompanied by the brown sand you're comprised of
is indeed...
Exquisite.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
I sit in worship, facing the brightest star,
like me the dirt below me admires it from far.
The laws dictate the pull of heart
and I narrate my painful art.
Be it I am selfish, her warmth, my only peace,
I am blind to a universe, always on my knees.
Trying hard to find a way to please,
Offered up my soul, to cease a scorching breeze.
High above the ground I witnessed sorrow.
Below me time has fled, none left for me to borrow,
Drowning in a current I could not follow.
Mostly I just hope, my chest is not yet hollow,
Yearning for the pain, that fades, it’s hard to swallow.
Love is such a rush, it molds the way I grow,
Only you could make me wish I slowed the fall.
Verily, I find the mountains before us tall,
Eager to climb high, I would even crawl.
Though I find it hard to even walk,
if you are not the view I’ll come upon.
It’s odd my dream is you and I want you to change.
Mold you into comfort and these times are truly strange,
if only you were my poems, ink drying on a dusty page,
I’d write you calmer than the oceans on violent stormy days.
I’d write my pain away, far from my existence,
I’d erase all characters and boundaries in an instance.
This world will be ours and we will roam as free,
it would be us forever, only you and me.
I would no more desire me to flee,
now simply wish to sit with you, underneath that dreamy grim tree.
I just think of us and how calm the world would truly be,
if it was only me and you and her, my eternal three.
So before all the candles can go out,
your wish set in stone and I not your route,
I’d like to shout just one more time,
your joy’s my joy, so hear this loud.
I hope you’re happy, from the bottom of your soul,
if you’re cold, burn my soul a little more to feel warm.
You are eternally the one, I always admire,
for you I’d embrace the flames and the fire.
You deserve, far more and better than I,
my arrogance bloomed and I rose just to die.
Regardless of all, you gave me a life,
my love is eternal, I breathe for your smile
Smile on and blow out these candles,
make a wish, the world could not handle.
You are a power, a queen, a desire,
be you, fly on and fly on much higher.