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When in my heart I feel a shade
And I see that darkness blend into a grey.
When a soul corrupts from spite and hate
When all they are is led astray, one kind act.
May be our tomorrow's sorrows saved.
As our innocent suffer,
and our privileged feel blessed.
Whats there to show
For every breath we invest?
In the clothes and the cars,
and the goods that we make.
We watch rich men laugh
As they skip to the bank.
For what evil lives in this cruel world
Does so in the grey.
It lies not in the poor families shambled house,
or the homeless man sleeping in the cold night.
Not even the criminal who repented for his mistakes.
If what is good and true is what they embrace.
Where wealthy men sit and lament in fine clothing
But to the poor? He says "No sir not one cent more!"
"To hell with the jesus crap, I paid for these church walls!"
"I made my own fortune, poor people should too"
"Everything I did is what you could do too!"
Then he walks right through the house of god's doors.
He smiles and shakes hands with our daughters and sons
Where if you looked deep in his heart
You would tell them to run.
What lies in his soul is what tears us apart
There is such where all demons hide,
Where daylight flees a pale winter sun,
And the blood moon rises
Above a withered sacred oak,
Where legions march
The rivers run with blood
The houses empty
No fires in those hearths
and all the wealthy man's souls,
sit beside him on the throne.
Form:
I made an attempt to locate the light,
Stirring my heavy weary eyes,
Glued to the ceiling.
Only to find myself,
Lying on a bed hovering by an inch.
A bed that touched no ground.
Groped around in a pitch-dark room,
Trying to trace an eerie, faint screech,
A black raven scraped his claws,
In a futile invading effort.
I ambled towards the cloudy window,
With cold shivers worsening my condition.
An archaic chandelier, barely hanging.
The rustic ceiling had it cut loose.
It smashed the bed onto the floor with a bang.
Avoiding the clutter of glasses,
I shambled backward,
Soon stumbled on a threshold.
I fell inside a room dark as space,
And almost omitted a vulnerable cry.
Then brushed off my clothes with my wet hands.
On closer inspection under the beam of the peeping moon,
I was bewildered.
For I was covered in blood.
A moment passed in dead silence,
Where I perceived my breaths only.
Hundreds of vague breaths encompassed me now,
Seeking a synchronization.
I cried my throat out, wailing!
They mimicked it too.
I was nearly unconscious but then,
I grabbed an emerging cold hand in the dark.
A hope of light.
The hand of a bald kid.
I pictured her face through those terrifying groans.
A bad idea, though no alternatives.
She guided me to a door,
Turning her head like an owl.
Without flinching her body, she whispered.
"Leave or live here for eternity"
I was numb, frozen and cemented!
I felt faint approaching.
Her face, made of ashes,
Eyes bled black, reeking.
They dripped off her decaying fangs.
My eyes caught her bare wounded feet,
The feet gazed at me, accompanying her face.
The twisted torso defied bones, still backing me.
I fainted on earth with a loud thud.
Drowned into nothingness,
A sea where serenity prevailed.
A muffled distant voice,
Tore through the dark,
And woke me up.
I made an attempt to locate the light again,
Stirring my heavy weary eyes,
Glued to the ceiling, in hope.
Only to find myself,
Lying on a bed hovering by an inch.
A bed that touched no ground.
ONE FOOT OUT OF THE BOAT
The white hotel! “Clinic”, slips behind his dragging coat and shambled shirt
He surprises himself once more; swallowing prescribed prescription freedom,
From who knows best for both of them?
It seems to be a mixture of minutes and many memories,
A steep prominence takes his breath, plus the breath taking view,
It sends him toxic, biting his hand for steady, but feels the red wetness seep through,
One hand in the water;
The suns morning is still, and bitter; in the finger chilling wind!
And seeing cloudy like; two reflections swept by, in a green pool held by drowned seaweed.
Tangled in nylon line, rusty hooked; held, trapped, and separated!
His home to the south west, painted in the glitter water is far;
The salted soup; of sand and shell fragments foam;
Painting the rocks, Washed up! Served relentlessly, each tidal day.
He continues on, in small, unsteady, dark foot-steps!
One foot out of the boat.
My Child,
I Need You to Realize, When the Storms of Life Threaten Security
Like A Predator Stalking it's Prey
Unpredictable Devastation May Occur
But Storms are not Here to Stay
When Peace is Plundered, Security Shattered In Disarray
Scattered and Tossed In The Tornadic Stormy Rapture
To Redirect, To Renew, To Wash Away Decay
I Offer You A Parasol of Faith for the Rainy Days
It May not Hold Up Against Strong Winds
But It Will Shelter Hope, Like Elder Folks Often Say;
"The Storm May Rage for A Season, but It Isn't Here to Stay".
Storms are Necessary Obstacles Strategically Placed in Our Way
Wetting Stones Planted Props For Life's Orchestrated Ballet
Restless Child, I Know You Long to Run Wild Outside, Tumble, Scream and Play
But Rain Is Wet For Both Meek And Wise, The Weather Forbids Today!
When The Tempest Rage, Thunder Bellows the Jagged Bolts of Light Display
Selfish, Careless, Ungrateful Vices of Your Inner Judas
Ourselves We Oft Sabotage, Ourselves We Oft Betray
Storms Amidst to Keep Us Alert, Fragility of Our Frames Becomes Primal Concern
Gather Around, Clutched Hands on Bended Knees To Pray
Falsehood, Crookedness, Cultivated Resentments Designed to Separate and Lead Innocent Souls Astray
Come Oh Come Stormy Winds, Drive the Filth Away!
Shambled Communities Crippled By Storm Devastated Debris,
Weather Beaten Mothers Drenched In Sullen Dismay
Overcoming Rubbles, Barely, With Tear Streaked Faces
Vulnerability on Nude Display,
Forlorn and Haggard, Denying Defeat, Just Another Leak To Keep Her Focus and Grounded on Her Feet, To Nurture and Comfort Innocence Who Will One Day Lead the Way
Let Not your Confidence Be Swayed
The Winds Will Calm
The Rains Will Cease
The Covenant Renewed, Gifting Hope and A Stormless Day!
I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn
I fell apart like dessert moon;
The scent that once perfumed my reign
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the woods.
All my husks fell to the soil
each petal dried right where it stood
No gardener's hand of hue embroiled
that filament that quivered slow
like dying embers of nights glow
Shambled, windblown as the wind
beneath the last of summer's ray
regretfully I did rescind
As summer lost her fired splay
I wandered,
Lost and alone like a rose,
until the end of summer froze.
I’m out here in the wilderness.
I’m baffled, Lord, and in distress.
My heart is downcast, troubled, gray:
O Lord, be merciful today.
At times like these, I’m far from you
That’s how I feel, though it’s not true.
I feel far off and gone astray:
O Lord, be merciful today.
I cannot seem to find the path.
Forgive me, Lord, and stay thy wrath.
My sin on me does heavy weigh:
O Lord, be merciful today.
Lord, if I’m honest, I’ll confess
My life’s a shambled, tattered mess.
Why does it have to be this way?
O Lord, be merciful today.
Yet in the morning, when I rise,
Dawn pierces me, I realize:
You always hear me when I pray.
Your mercies, new, greet every day.
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My first kyrielle, so have mercy on me :-)
In the hushed forest a deathly silence prevailed
there was a ram shackled hut in the clearing
Three men stood in chains waiting their fate
with a bright flash the witchdoctor appeared
Cavernous of face and skeleton like body
he was a gruesome sight in his tattered rags
banging his villainous staff on the ground
he summoned the ghouls, witches and Zombies
Capering around him clambering for fresh blood
they advanced on the hapless men undoing chains
first the ghouls had their feast on fresh meat
the witches grabbed the intestines and organs
The Zombies got what was left and reshaped it
forming new Zombies to haunt the local people
so very fearsome with their red flashing eyes
they shambled slowly in a disjointed fashion
For this night of Halloween they were free
to gather souls and turn them into the undead
to serve their evil master and follow his biding
until the first rays of sun send them to the grave
Shadow Hamilton
written 10/15/2013
contest Halloween poem contest only one theme
I danced with an Alien
At the Diplomat’s Summer Ball
Though I’m not sure Dancing
Correctly described it at all.
A dancing partner with six feet
And thirty six naked toes?
Trying to be graceful while avoiding
Kicking or stepping on any of those.
I’m not quite sure I appreciated
The appeal or the charm
Of dancing with a creature with
Tentacles instead of arms.
I was so grateful when
It mumbled its thanks
Then wandered off to recharge
The gas in its breathing tanks.
Another one was waiting
To step up in its place
And I had to accept
With a show of grace.
We mooched around in silence,
We shambled round and round,
As out Universal Translators
Had both totally broken down.
They say silence is golden
But it doesn’t help pass time
When your dancing partner
Exudes a green sweaty slime.
The next time I’ll throw a sickie
If I’m given the chance
Rather than be on duty at
The Aliens Diplomatic Dance.
Diplomatic Dancing
A duty to avoid
But then life is boring
On our little asteroid Embassy
At least we’ve made progress
We’re not the only sentient race
As we practice our Diplomacy
Here on the fringes of Outer Space
27th&28th march 2012 by: Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian)
Sunlight brightens the ruins a white,
The devastated & shambled walls speak to me and tell me all nite.
i merge into the walls as though i am a part of them
and now i whisper to myself about her and this is how i begin:
My love your seductive stance is so lusty
My feelings for you are passion filled and gusty.
Your hips so wide,
Your navel stares with glowing pride.
Studded on your shinning face,
Your eyes withhold a world for me to gaze.
So sensuous you’re seeking stare,
Blinds me like the suns glare.
I desire to grasp you fondly into an embrace,
And do so with comely grace.
And make you feel and see,
That I am made only for thee.
Your body I feel is smooth and suppleful silky,
Its texture to me is creamy white and sinfully milky.
Its shape is perfect in any which way,
My eyes from here to there to peek they sway.
You are unique and a dream’s reality,
Beauty and passion collides for your sensuality.
Oh! Fair woman of my dreams,
For you to be mine my heart it dearly screams.
Oh! Fair woman, in these ruined shambles,
Your curves and softness to feel my body it rambles!!!!!!