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Firing the raging forces of chemical warfare in every cylinder
Upon collision of these particles
An offspring of mechanical movement is born from the rigours of combustion
It has strokes for a pulse
It eclipses shyly over the tar of the freeway
I was told on it's fourth
It moves.
Today I'm petrified by the rumble of engine and metal
A well painted box with four wheels that is to swallow us whole
An Uber that savors the highway to my coffin
I wonder if the vehicle that is to unmake me is made yet
The Japanese are probably working on it as I speak
Are my to be afraid of the silver that lines my own pockets
For we created this
We are a generation of steel and engine
I hope to place the letters RIP on my plate
To remind myself of how it is to end as I climb this beast.
I wish to try paint the portrait of manhood
Tinkle a Little
For what else except humility makes humans angels?
For being a man is hard but that's something I wish to become before my tombstone days
Manhood
The unexplained and unidentified phenomenon of etymology
I've been told real men have a salvation in their touch
Eyes with gallons of gasoline two matchsticks short
And a heart filled with fire hoses and riot gear but yet still bonteous in the offering of love
They have a chest of a dragons lungs
And anguish that a lady with a bowl of cheese cannot satiate
I've known men with hearts like these
Their minds are made of diamonds
Formed from constant pressure of the rigours of tied responsibilities
Perhaps in a thousand years
We will be diamonds from the dust
For anyone is born male but not everyone is a man.
Contest ; Haven
Sponsor ; Constance La France
posted. ; 14th September 2026
My home, lull amidst balm, solace in sequestered dwelling,
escape from rampant load and skewed burden in towns,
where close knit family loiter with passions swelling,
wistful hindsights swoon oe’r sumptuous tree crowns,
I extol mint leaf purlieus, tranquil garland phase,
in course sentient, where friction, discord, worry,
is banished at the whiff of an ambrosial haze,
prismatic hues, scenic views soothe when in a hurry,
seconds taciturn as the peep day sunrise looms,
to linger in silence yet caress the spring omen,
purple clouds tint cocooning garden blooms,
In artic winter, tranquil spot engulfs twin snowmen,
time counts for little when under bright shelter’s spell,
relief from futile rigours found behind green hedge,
sweet chirp from red crest bird cordons off this shell,
mine to cling to and seek refuge when life is on edge,
fresh fruit one munches in orchard dribbles down chin,
to pluck mushy berries from sprawling brambles,
and inhale scented gust with a surreal grin,
heaven in a haven, sweet home from madcap scrambles
This long or short grotesque shadowy path,
this dreadful sorrowing sojourn through the vale,
this burden of ceaseless hope banished at the instance
This thing we called Life, puny bay leaf of time.
marooned by rigours from birth,
sentences of windy chase,
asperity and exertion as attendances.
the quest for known yet unknown.
the rat-race for passing filth,
where dirt conquers dirt for dominance
Pride garbed in many forms
Multitudes Journeying on paths of obscurity
Even Solomon searched in vain,
so did i till i reach the precipice.
When in troubadour i transverse through the dreary path,
I heard of King Jesus.
I looked up the hill Calvary,
the fountain from the Pierced side flowing free,
He bade my anxious soul to His rest.
I fled, still fleeing from aimless and empty toils
to Christ the King of mercy.
with eye set on His Light he leads through Jordan vale,
The Risen king gives me hope.
And this for me is more than gold
JOY --- great gift springing from the heart of God
has made my babyhood bubble with mirth
to ripple along sweet glee’s purity
so cherished by family as treasure…
…Such exuberance thrives midst love’s nurture
enriching childhood albeit growing pains
advancing toward adolescent years
zest reigning over great challenges’ angst…
…As maturity paves way to progress
blest happiness wrought by Christ grips my soul
since His eternal life’s grant secures me
assuring freedom peace by pardon’s seal…
…With that offered vibrant relationship
my reached-out heart yields to divine changes
though struggling against carnality bouts
striving to please the Lord Who brings triumph bliss…
…Propped through the Saviour’s strengthening gladness
my faith constantly seeks for His favour
while surmounting rigours, causing distress
in prayer-communion’s sublime delights…
…When conquered by human nature’s attacks
my grieving spirit finds rest in the Lord
ready to lift me up with revival cheers
rejuvenating me from drained ardour…
…Ascending upward zealous service
I press on with fresh vigour’s fervency
fortified by the Holy Ghost’s power
grateful to “Rejoice in the Lord always*.”
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
February 15, 2021
3rd place, "Joy continuum" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 2/26/2021.
Sitting upside down in the car
On its roof and well concealed
By the hedge it just leapt to
Land upside down in this field
The lesson being learned
When going round a bend
Trying to pick up a ciggie
Can cause unfortunate end
It seemed all quite peaceful
In an ending somehow right
To what had been a memorable
And very worthy Stag Night.
Deciding to respond to
The penetrating shout
Of are you all alright
We decided to climb out.
Good Lord but I’m chuffed
This beery voice said
I saw you jump the hedge
And I though you were dead.
We stood around a while
For a laugh and a joke
Each one of us enjoying
A much needed smoke.
Can I give you a lift he said
It’s the least I can do
I can’t wait for the police
‘Cos I’ve been drinking too.
A country road mid 1960’s
A cold and bitter night
Isolated and deserted and
Not a person or house in sight.
So he drove us back to Bert’s place
Which wasn’t really very far
And Bert had to wake and tell his dad
That he’d gone and crashed his car.
A good solid early1960’s model
And although we got a bad fright
I think that’s what helped us all survive
The rigours and vigours of Bert’s Stag Night
The desire so strong to have a great night’s sleep
The shortcomings are how one feels when the morning greets?
An old lost companion who resides in the thickness of night
That presence becomes more elusive and my longing amassed
Whence does one have a moment to be at ease?
Deliverance is a subject that revolves around hours and minutes
Time out from the rigours of a quantumly perplexed life
No escape from the relentless vacuum that persists time after time
Whether here or there no refreshed states exist
No matter, for I alone endure all that matters and is amiss
Sleep and wakefulness lay side by side
One calls to the other and the two are entwined
Delusional mind, irrational thoughts
Processing moments that becometh the norm
Yet it plunders this soul and removes all prosperity
This looming curse has my alignment at wits end
What salvation or saviour can offer some saving grace?
All the wasteful moments accumulate and I am trapped in despair
Sleep is allusive on these cold long winter nights
Repetition to toss and turn and never learn what abides
Recognising the disorderly imbalance, unruly in one's head
To dissolve under camouflage and let no thoughts nigh….