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Red in China and India,
Purple violet at Jerusalem in Israel,
Blue in Russia and Greece,
Blue light above Rome and Paris,
In the USA, there is green,
But the smoke of Cain the Pharisee,
Talents of common Light concealed,
Talent of the commandment "don't kill,"
In any culture, expressed in his energies,
Else the natural rainbow in the sky disappears,
Juggling of shady fakir,
The giant Ferris wheel,
Devil's toxic wings,
Torches pale of missiles,
Hypnosis,
But I insist,
Waves of the blue ocean are the silver,
Bronze of sound in a blue-light atmosphere,
Golden shining of flowers by spring,
Steel of light green from leaves,
On the bones go the tissues and fabrics,
The bowstring,
White linen with yellow from England,
Embroidery Coptic from Ethiopia,
Orange tree,
Kings-Magi bring on the wings and feet,
Abel's gifts,
Red warmth from Delhi and Lima,
Wool of sheep,
For the temple of God Love and Friendship,
Seven churches of the Apocalypse,
Cherubs with metals and fabrics by seraphim,
Kings-Magi and shepherds at Christmas,
Not for that alchemy
Of the beast
That rises just now from the bottomless pit,
The choice of peoples,
To be or not to be,
The parts of the beast's body, the feast of Herod, or the communion of Jesus?!
By service, ministry,
Two signs — of the dragon or the united apparitions of the Virgin,
Queen of Peace,
The beast hides the talents, for to kill with a fake apology,
Arm the peoples and give the gunsight with a kiss,
The king of "Sodom and Egypt,"
Six six six of hypocrisy,
Say welcome with a dinner for the pigs,
To eat all beings,
I said "no, no, no" for me and this little Eve,
With all my medicine of vine and olives,
Flowers in the alive vase of onyx
Before the Very Beautiful Mary,
In Truth and Spirit,
Protection ring
Of my noble destiny,
Arena against evil,
These suiciders don't kill before the end of my mission,
Witness of the Trinity,
Trinity, the First Virgin with children of my family.
Images of children dwelling in developing world
In plight of poverty~~ some two billion strong,
Fly a flag of existence, waving distress unfurled,
Crooning mournful song: is this where we belong?
Struggling in parched lands of bared dreary sights
World they live in is the world they have known,
Where days of emptiness cede to dreary nights
Churning nightmares as dreams vacant bemoan.
Wishing upon an angel~ I would endeavor to plead
For turning places despaired into domains of hope,
For means to educate, learn skills, write and read,
For rewriting will of destiny, while striving to cope.
If I could bend sorrow and the fate of tomorrow
Seeds of knowledge I’ll sow in the dreaded woe
Marveling the fields of wisdom sprout and grow
As minds edified glow, defying misery’s shadow.
My wish for peace echoes benevolence spurred
As hymns of unity in the temple of goodwill toll
And calls of equity from endearing hearts heard
Reverberate harmony in euphony of sublime soul.
I wish upon a candle, for world to join a sing-along
Lauding pledges of love to spur the youth on and on
Cheering to acclaim: this is where the kids belong~
In benevolence of hearts, over seven billion strong.
June 13, 2022
Placed 1st: If Only My Wish Would Come True Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
(5/25/12)
They had married at a very young age
At the time they thought it was a game.
They had been together for a long time
and he thought that everything would be fine.
They had lived together for two years or more
And they thought they knew the score.
At seventeen years of age they felt they knew it all
And life was to have a ball.
With part time jobs they paid their bills
Living together was such a thrill.
Not having to worry about a curfew hour
Now “ they had all the power”.
Going out partying every weekend
Not thinking of the money that they spent.
Coming home late at night , being drunk
They would start to fight.
She started feeling some menstruation pain
And from this point on their lives would change.
She went to her doctor to check it out
Pregnant she was - there was no doubt.
Now their eyes opened to the fact
From this point on there was no turning back.
They now had a child on the way
And they could no longer go out to play.
He got a full time job and straightened up his act
And a better position he would have to attack.
He went back to school To get a better education
And to give his wife and child all that he could give
And with both their incomes they would have to live.
She worked for seven months till she
Could work no longer, and to get their house in order.
When she went to the hospital because her time was due
She found out she was having not one but two.
She gave birth to a beautiful boy and girl
He was a diamond and she a pearl.
The most precious babies you’d ever want to see
And he was the proud father - as proud as can be.
They struggled like most couples do
But he was determined to see it through.
She took her children and held them tight
For in their faces she saw their fathers might.
His love so strong for his family
And this is what they all did see.
And the rest is history.
'Twas
bit
of a joke
for most
of the folk
that had
rallied round
the town
'twas
the first
I heard
a bit absurd
so I
went and
asked around
'twas
up the
hill and
down again
until
I found
my friend
'twas
then I
learned
he too
not heard
what rallied
round the town
'twas
curious
tad furious
that
neither
him nor I
heard not
a thing
about this thing
lest someone
told a lie
'twas
my
furtherance
bit
impertinence
that I forged
around
and about
insecurely
most
sincerely
that the
truth must
be found
and out
'twas
the
silence that
lead to
violence
from forge
to force
was I
did pick
and choose
what more could
I lose
but the
dignity
of a lie
'twas
an awful
shame
how they
play the game
be it
this way
or that
way or not
but even so
they gave
it a go
or where
it went
I really
don't know
like going
to a
picture show
and see
till the end
when it
all began
that started
this rigamarole
that what
you knew
was a thing
or two
that had
nothing to
do with you
so buckle
your shoe
and sing
howdy-doo
you fish
eye fool
IF
ANYTHING
had to do
with you!
***A PUZZLE***
***A RIDDLE***
if anything,
***FOLLOWS***
My wife's adorable, but her stockings made her
fallible. Broken nylons could cost me a kingdom.
Funding a family can be tricky, such as claiming
it was spaghetti but it was truly vermicelli. Zero
tolerance challenges as they learn it translates
to "little worms." Faceoff rank yielding terms so
finite, albeit, lacking: take 2 aloxiprin, cessation
of pain. Nonetheless, the sword of Damocles is
o'er our heads arose as winnable; you'll attack,
IMO, first. If anything, be anything, --then find
my seven kids' nicknames that are hidden aloft
in the lower aforementioned phrase, if anything.
Pursuing peace and prosperity passionately
When the clock chimed seven to eleven
Earnestly emerging elegance into everlasting effulgence
When we experienced our earthly heaven
Oh so enduringly and oh so endearingly
Aimlessly acknowledging the amazing anxieties and admiring them from afar
My uncanny ways took it too far…
Like a ever-glowing shooting star…
Like an incurable scar is who we are…
When the clock chimed 3 in the dark morning
When the clock chimed 3, all were mourning
When the clock chimed 3, we were forlorning
Contemplating once more…
My darling dove from up above...
I adore this aching, breaking, overbearing and ensnaring heart of horrendous, harmless love
Remembrance of radiance rapidly remains my remedy of the highest of reverence
When the clock chimed 4, I prayed for deliverance - oh, it was rather intense
Meditating mindlessly and merrily while in slumber serenely and shamelessly…
You prey upon me pangs of pitiful poverty
Underestimated again and again and again
Never truly understanding where you've been
When the clock chimed 5, you weren't home
Where did you roam? Tell me, where did you roam?
The rest is left unknown…
I am all alone,
On my own…
When it struck 6 6 times, I desperately need a fix...
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6,
I wandered around, throwing stones and sticks
I tried to find you, but you were nowhere to be found, so I built a house for you made from bones and bricks
When the clock chimed 6
When the clock chimed 6
When it struck 7...beyond 10 or 11...at least I'm no longer a 6...
On my own…
I am all alone -
Where have you gone?
Death is lingering at my doorstep of desirable dread
Left in the scorching morning sun at 7 AM instead
Life is on the other side of the barbed-wire fence
Life is fading...disappearing...vanishing...listening to Evanescence…seeking depression's deliverance if that makes sense...
Just to feel like I belong in a sense…in childlike innocence...just to feel fulfilled in this worthless-like existence…
On this and in many occasions
We've seen him proudly display
His titles along side of his
World Championship.
Tonight he enters the ring a
Battered and Bruised man.
Allowing a non contender to
Best him, and then again being
defeated by the number one
Contender. He was battered and
bruised by the two and took the microphone
In front of an unsatisfied crowd saying it's
Obvious you all don't like me To then have
a guy who has been an upright official come in
To help him after the brawl, to pummel your
Worlds Champion who refuse any help, he wanted
To do it his self
On the gurney microphone in hand he began singing
" I saw it in her smile" to wild the bunch, he got a loud
Standing ovation, to his and the fans delight .
Tonight the Champion enters as the underdog.I have
Been told they have the video ready waiting for it to
Become official. It's believed this is the champions night
To be defeated. He is out muscled, he is out gamed, he is
Injured and wrestling in pain He can't be disqualified or counted out.
Past champions have called for him to forfeit the title and try to reclaim
It in a "rubber match" if you will, or use the series stipulation to have
him who would be champion to commit to a continuous seven series
Where the odds would be in his favored. His opponent can out wrestle him
On his best days and tonight, they say only a fool would go in
Not thinking about himself.
" I saw it in her smile
The look upon her face"
These the lyrics we have heard all evening, we just wanna know if she can dance!
Against de Slate
Reporting
Most salient benefit
anorexia nervosa wrought
excerpt, qua gut tease
burg address er...
four decades and seven years ago
plus countless hours, days, weeks...
elapsed with nary morsel
passing between two lips
starving lovely bones
dedicated grueling proposition
suicide knows no equal,
where puny pubescent (me)
engaged with self
consuming civil war
testing whether that
psychologically afflicted lad
willingly conceived during
heated passionate lovemaking
'tween young married couple
copulated, created and begat
one scrawny son
flailing his spindly limbs
arm n ham heard skinny legs
still generates risible outbursts
analogous to firearms bursting
nearly met his demise
wit dem dim eyes of his,
though nursed courtesy mother
licensed practical medical practitioner
livingsocial severely undermined,
even presenting disunion
at this moment
peudo soldier of misfortune,
though quasi silver lining
stitched into corporeal being
nsync with coaxing
increased devotion to curry
lame literary accomplishments
until gratefully dead.
No meal taken until task
witnesses completed writing assignment
usually poetically kindled
flummery accomplished
hungry artist hyper aware
literary creativity bubbles forth
accentuated, buttressed pronounced
attempt crafting epistle,
endeavor to write heightened,
when sustenance withheld
body electric induces nattering nabob,
(yours truly) thwarts appetite
digestion process consumes energy
buzzfeeding grumbling beast
within mine belly
predictably, immediately, automatically
satiatiation consummated
to appease nagging wife
induces without fail mine glorious
eyes blink shut tight.
What child is this?
Already tears blind the page.
Even in utero I was under attack.
My mother in a coma from domestic violence.
No wonder I was Daddy's favourite.
I was as a coral sponge when seven.
Absorbing the tension in the air.
Mummy showed me the clump of hair
Daddy had pulled out the night before.
Hidden in the rafters overhead.
This child watched siblings fight.
It was all we knew, so I hit out too.
A refrain we learned well as father said,
"Children should be seen and not heard".
Voiceless and defenseless were we.
This child grew up insecure.
Feeling worthless I repeated history.
Only this time no bruises seen.
Hidden emotional blows leave no mark.
A marriage mistake from the start.
This child died inside as an adult.
But sibling love saved my life.
A strong hand reached out to me.
Her love and tenderness plain to see.
A shared history makes strong bonds.
This child now now enters old age.
Three daughters raised in abundant love.
The chain of violence broken.
X husband I have now forgiven.
Releasing myself from that awful prison.
I am a Wordsmith
I love the words I play with
I respect the fith
I am a poet
Sometimes I hardly know it
I try to show it
Five, seven and five
How I make a Haiku jive
It keeps me alive
Then there is the rhyme
All about meter and time
Do you have a dime?
Sometimes I'm a mime
A run on poem's a crime?
It is but sublime
Where's the sense in this?
Where's the pretense for poet's
Like me, there it is...
That does suit sir
Are you absolutely sure?
The suit that you wore?
We're loosing the war
I don't mean to be a bore
Safely at the shore
I never abuse
I dissect he words I use
Make them more obtuse
A wordsmith my friend
Slow to start but fast to end
I have time to spend
Time is on my side
I have time to take a ride
Nowhere left to hide
Bring me my arrows of desire
And bring me my chariot
Of fire to serve sire
Yes, I'm a wordsmith
Pope Wordsmith the Fifty Fith
I need meds forthwith
Meeting of the minds
I don't color in the lines
Where has flown the time?
Sometimes I do rhyme
But don't take that as a sign
Sometimes I do not
October thirteenth
Demise of the Knights Templar
Couldn't be simpler
Give me liberty
Or give me... something to eat!
Said Patrick Henry
Time is running out
Now what am I on about
There's no need to shout
Poet on the run
I do hope your having fun
I've more lines but one
Rhyme the syllable
If you are agreeable
It's not horrible
Oh, It's a mad house!
It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world
For a boy and girl
See what I have done
Demanding your attention
It's all just for fun
How grows your garden?
Be careful where you're fartin'
Benjamin Franklin...
I have no pretense
You've read my run on poem
Sentence by sentence
Ah, one more refrain
Now that you have toured my brain
Can you still be sane?
It's my requiem
My doesn't make sense poem
Bit of funnery
What could you lose on
By reading my confusion
Now it's no use son
But now I but jest
And I've given you my best
So now I must rest
I'll put down my pen
And stop the torture my friend
Now this is the end...?
In Central Park, a polar bear
Would swim and swim and swim;
At least twelve hours every day
Was not enough for him.
His name was Gus and at the zoo,
A therapist was sought
To see if this obsession
Could perhaps become untaught.
An animal behaviorist
To Central Park was lured
And he concluded, in the end,
That Gus was merely bored.
They gave him toys and hid his food
To occupy his mind
And slowly, he began to leave
His figure eights behind.
Still, tourists and New Yorkers both
All loved to visit Gus,
'Cause after all, he seemed to be
Neurotic, just like us.
But sad to say, Gus passed away;
His age was twenty-seven.
Perhaps he's doing backstrokes
Up where polar bears have heaven.