Long Roles Poems
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Why don't we discard the mask, let all the stage props fall?
The answer, whispered through shadows, is found in our sunlight-forgotten guise.
The true color has washed away in the rains of days, so that we no longer recognize who is,
The figure now wearing our face, lost within the deceptive, layered veil.
From the first moment, when innocence played upon our dexterous, nimble fingers,
The mask clung to our skin, grew with us, roots burrowed deep into our veins.
It transformed into a second façade, nearly forgetting the original countenance,
We've identified with the role, into its gentle silver chalice we poured our spirit.
We have wrapped ourselves in the banners of characters, taking on thickly drawn contours,
Elaborate shells that muffle the sound of the sea, the voice of our true self.
Behind this crafted wall, the solitary 'I' incessantly questions, tirelessly grinds:
"What was my former being, where is the chain that linked past, present and forever?"
Thus, we become acclaimed actors in a play we no longer know how to finish,
Where each fault, longing, laughter implies a scene masterfully depicted.
In this perpetual theater we act, sending echoes of applause into void chambers,
On stage, we perish and revive, in the wings we forget the mask that once served as our collateral.
As we lose ourselves behind this façade, the ancient beast of light gradually extinguishes,
Offering only a flash when one gazes into the deep waters of unfocused eyes.
We have become the dwelling of roles which we change as easily as the leaves of days thinned calendar,
We continually wash in the river of forgetfulness, solidifying into steadfast and mute characters.
Behind this zealously painted wall with its numerous layers,
Lurks the enchantment of relinquishing, the chalice of courage to be simple and undefined by realms.
But if we peel away, layer by layer, thought by thought, the mask off the face of eternity,
Perhaps we will glimpse what we once were - a barren soul, yet full of its own essences and sap.
[Stanza 1]
I DID NOT know your name when we met on the train
destinations like ghosts who have lost their bodies
Onward we road the rail with thunder and destiny
[Stanza 2]
each way station a detour from malaise - save you
your performance of attitude and cashmere shawl
escalate an effect upon me - fluid movement
[Stanza 3]
Here comes the revolutionary woman - neoclassic
hair worn natural, loose and flowing fashion
the wealthy Parisian takes the Grand Tour
[Stanza 4]
diaphanous soul keeps my bitterness at bay
you count the clackety-clack of our path
red lipstick and smoke swirls - the eyes say
[Stanza 5]
In the evening red fire across the horizon
trees and promontory - raise the glass of red
in my dreams I dream of a tender path - you
[Stanza 61]
The conductor shouts - all aboard left may stay
we two - the only ones, a glance and sensuous grin
fall back upon leather bench and teach a lesson
[Stanza 7]
Roles of feminine persuasion turned upside-down
at odds with social reality - you squeeze the fruit
the devil may care tonight - we ride the rail of destiny
-- // --
A 15-year-old’s eyes, sharp and bright,
Watching his mother through day and night.
She stands strong, but her heart feels torn,
In the classroom, she’s a beacon, but at home, she’s worn.
She teaches with passion, guiding each mind,
But when the bell rings, her smile’s hard to find.
Her shoulders, heavy, weighed by the years,
Fighting silent battles, hidden in tears.
Her lesson plans scattered, books left unread,
She’s up late working while he’s tucked in bed.
A mother and teacher, both roles she plays,
Sacrificing herself in so many ways.
Her hands are tired, but her spirit won’t bend,
The world asks much, but she won’t let it end.
He sees the tired eyes, the stress on her face,
Yet, she smiles when he calls her, offering grace.
She’s the heart of the house, the rock they rely on,
But there’s a loneliness that lingers till dawn.
A single mom, giving all that she can,
Hoping that he’ll grow to understand.
To the boy, she’s everything, a love so true,
And he silently vows, as the years pass through,
To lift her burden, to help her stand tall,
For the woman who gave him everything, after all.
two thousand and ten years
after Christ birth
one would think there'd be
peace on earth
all the laws and commands
having been in place
showing our impudence
and our disgrace
love one another?
in this place?
evil and destruction
ever before our face
and having been given laws
impossible to follow
seeing miracles but finding them
hard to swallow
we have faith
and are guided by his hand
but death and destruction
are taking over the land
angels are wondering
why did God make man
why has confusion reigned
over Gods plans
but dare not they ask
about the hoax
or how much evil the demons see
before they not believe in God's
heavenly host
who are they
that left and divorce
while love still burned
caring not the consequences
of the contempt they have earned
why are they capable
of malice deemed diabolical
evil intent
destruction undeniable
what cause have they
to destroy the created
innocent with the guilty
with horrible intentions
unclean and filthy
where was that first love lost
like a burned up candle
or melted like frost
where did their love go?
kept under a mattress
flown out a door
when will evil cease to be
will they lose there will
and be still like trees
no eyes no ears
no mouth to talk
planted in the ground
no legs to walk
no skin to feel the hot or cold
just seasons yearly
while eternity roles
NO! they have the fire
hot and ready for them
in an inexaustable amount
of fuel in the flames they swim
a fire that will burn
much longer than the sun
for the kind of evil
they called fun
what if one man died to stop world starvation?
what if one died to end racial segregation?
what if one man died for social justification?
what if one man died so we could have eternal salvation?
what would you do? what would you say?
would you get on your knees and for them pray?
what if one woman stood up for gender equality?
what if one woman refused to stand and give up her seat?
what if one woman served all her life trying to save lost souls?
what if one woman took a stance to help empower woman's roles?
what would you say? what would you do?
would you stand and applaud them and give them their proper due?
throughout the history of mankind
many have stood up and many have died for a cause
men and women who were fearless in their quest
willing to died without pause
Ghandi, Dr. Martin Luther King and Medgar Evers
Rosa Parks, Susan B. and Mother Theresa
they all took a stand in this world to make a sacrifice for us
but the one who died to set our souls free was Christ Jesus
Lie to men, but not to God,
I'm sorry for those I'll hurt,
For this is what I must write,
I'm not writing because I'm holier than thou,
Neither am I better than thou.
I know I'm better than nothing.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You call yourself Christians,
Ready to go to heaven,
Just because you go to church,
Every Sunday ushering in church members,
In every mass you are the altar boy.
Lie to men, but not to God,
You crucify others,
That they do not go to church,
They are always in the pubs,
Drinking and taking the roles.
You crucify them,
Isolating yourselves, at times quarantining,
Didn't Jesus associate with them?
Lie to men but not to God,
In the village and the streets,
Fornication and adultery,
The clergy eating from their flock.
Is sin better than sin,
Every church going day you go,
Well and good I appreciate,
But can you recall the last sermon?
In your phone using the church WIFI,
WhatsApping and facebooking,
From Twitter to Instagram,
From Ticktock to the pornhub
I tell you again,
Lie to men but not to God.
I have no apology for this,
Love me or hate me,
You say you are a church girl.
From Monday to Saturday,
In your bootyshort and bikinis,
Yes we appreciate the fashion,
On a Sunday a dera to church,
Your body is the temple of God, remember
Lue to men but not to God.
Your neighbor dying of hunger,
Your store full of foodstuffs,
At times going bad,
An ardent Christian you claim,
Quoting verses and even chapters
Where do you practice your words?
It's preaching water but taking wine.
Lie to men but no to God.
I see no heaven, I see no paradise,
All have sinned and fallen short of glory,
Forgive us God remember we're your children.
Forgive me more, for I have done my part,
From the talent you gave me I speak to the masses,
Even the deaf I speak to them,
Even to the stones I'll speak.
Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
As a boy, I wanted to be a teen.
To be free from playgrounds, older and growing.
To go where I wanted, vibrant and seen,
Life as a kid, carefree and outgoing.
As a teen, I wanted to go on to college
To leave high school behind and move on.
Some naivety gone, now yearning for knowledge
Life as a teen, exploring and strong.
As a student, I wanted to learn then find work,
To leave Higher Ed and have money.
To put away study, I’ll start as a clerk;
Life as a student, is too poor for my honey.
As employed, I wanted so soon to retire
To step off of the ladder and goals.
To no longer control who I mentor or hire.
Life as employed, juggles so many roles.
As a senior, I wanted to stay home in bed.
To be free from the work my life has been.
To no longer sweat, but find rest for my head
Life as a senior, holds peace or chagrin.
As I die, all I want is my life to replay;
To leave this old body and go back to when
I could cherish each season and seize every day
God take me back, to my childhood again.
However short life always seem
The road ahead is ever so long
Never enough sleep for too much dreams
Is there enough life to belong?
As I sat as I watch the never life
Ever roles ever so evermore ever hold
Speaking volumes when only death survives
Why is it of death we cannot grasp and behold?
Wasting and saving time sometimes
What exactly did we waste or save?
Can you ever hear those silent chimes?
What of life splendor to only say hi then wave?
Forever living for moments until
Moments never living till living we knew
Faking a living life for life living real
When did death becomes old for life anew?
Good times are always short-lived
Bad times... given lifespan perhaps too long
To otherwise choice less to believe
Have you life or simply death to belong?
I woke up on a tropical island, mesmerized by ocean wonders:
Abounding with marine life, so awesome
Blessed by God, the Supreme Creator
Colossal bodies of water* function verily well
Delighting mankind with their oceanic roles…
Enabling oxygen production with ease
Freely regulating the Earth system
Graciously transferring heat around the world
Helpfully driving climate and weather conditions…
Influential in the global carbon cycle
Joyously supplying aquatic resources
Kindly providing economic and social services
Lovely home to a lot of biodiversity like coral reefs…
Main reservoir of sea nutrients, minerals and salts
Nurturing atmosphere by decreasing green-house effect
Oceans act as transport means by merchants
Purposeful in trade propelling progress and development…
Quieting distress and qualms midst recreation pursuits
Refreshing, reinvigorating and truly relaxing
Simply satiating sailing satisfaction with serenity
Therapeutic indeed while indulged in nature trip, triumphant…
Useful, profitable while employing millions worldwide
Valuable in food production… that’s obvious
Worthy for menu ingredients midst festive dining
X-factor to population that lives on coastlines
Yes with their health benefits for humans
Zest and zeal they contribute to cultural and spiritual significance!
*Genesis 1:2 And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
September 16, 2023
1st place, "After the party, I woke up on a tropical island" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon; judged on 7/30/2024
“Those who depend on us, if cast away
Will return to haunt us another day”
~ quote by poet
When the love of our life abandons us,
we feel that the world has come to an end,
as our heart contracts and dark fears nonplus,
spark of joy in soul we fail to defend,
so in dark dungeons of despair we blend.
All seems lost but if we give God a chance,
His grace let’s us see that life’s but a dance,
where all that comes and goes is unreal
so thus accepting our changed circumstance,
innate love and light, we begin to feel.
Roles reversed, if we have the upper hand,
feeling we’re now from our partner estranged,
having gift of flirtation on demand,
would we maintain our loyalty unchanged
or walk away, leaving our love deranged?
It’s so easy to judge and to find fault
but if our soul we’re to truly exalt,
we must work on consciousness correction,
that from call of love we do not default,
beholding in each heart, God’s reflection.