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So many packages, for no reason, I carry,
And walk burdened, my body and soul seem scary...
Tensions, I call them; nothing if I look within,
Just like an onion when I remove the whole skin...!
Any little word of my friends or neighbors, odd,
Any act for which I do not get their applaud,
Is enough for me to brood within long like fowls,
And lose my sleep and wake up many nights like owls...!
So many foes, thus, in my life I had soon earned!
Full of pits in each step, thus, my life had upturned;
None, like eyes before staring sun, I could not face,
Betwixt us, I could feel, forming an unknown space...!
Enemies and only enemies everywhere,
Shades of foes did shadow my soul and rudely glare;
Anger, fear, guilt, doubt, loneliness, and helplessness,
All, in their toughest chains, bound me in callousness...!
Having suffered, as though throat-choked, I decided,
These pessimisms, like sun shades, are one-sided;
Optimism, with rainbow colors, when, fills the soul,
The world, with diversities, will turn single whole...!
I unlocked my closed heart with keys of faith and hope,
Though coping with all seemed to tread on a tightrope;
I did not give up; a bit bloom of smile; a hug;
And felt, at last, each tension is a mere humbug...!!!
13 January 2023
Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
1/16/21
As of recent times
Another one-sided agreement signed
I'm trying to leave the impact of a meteorite
Very little peace of mind
Haven't found, what I seek to find
Struggling to sleep at night
I do not need advice
I'm a decent guy
It doesn't matter if anybody else does, as long as I believe in I
We just can't always see eye to eye
Not thinking outside the box, then you will be confined
If you never mean to try
Quickly you will fall behind
Not everything is good
Nothing withstood
The test of time
Another one out the door, and another next in line
In a world full of pesticides
Humans still committing genocides
It was emphasized
Or just swept aside
Felt like I made tremendous strides
In nearly every area, I started to specialize
Then I began to feel dead inside
It's been a pathetic plight
And an epic fight
During a hectic life
Close and far from Septic pipes
Can't handle the truth, they always want to edit my
Content, don't want to let it fly
I did it wrong, but said it right
There really is an end in sight
Which is why, it's so important to always try your best in life
Rain gently falls from clouds above
Upon a couple new in love
Who under red umbrella hide
To walk the puddled path outside.
Now ponder all the varied bends
Where rain and lovers' journey ends.
In shallow puddles some will stay
Or seep through filthy alleyway.
Some drops will fall to deeping lake
While others, thirsty gutters slake.
But soon enough the land will dry
And all will vapor back to sky.
9.8.18
Photo #4 (the first umbrella is a couple)
Contest: A Rainy Day
The following was added after the contest ended.
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Interpretation: I've struggled with whether or not to add this, but if you'd like to form your own opinions on the meaning of the poem, just don't read on.
The four fates of rain and lovers:
Shallow Puddles - romantic flings that spring up and are fun but not meaningful
Filthy Alleys - Toxic, Damaging relationships
Deeping Lake - True, deep love
Thirsty Gutters - One sided relationship that sucks everything out
But in the end all relationships end so find the best one while you can.
Eyed in midnight's milieu
mistakes can be illusion, see
like branches of a tree
lop-sided and set free to play.
Settling sides works this way -
all angles on display to those
who wrongly presuppose.
In morning's light, two foes can find
mercy and truth aligned.
Forgiveness of a kind breaks through.
We all know this won't work
for some who want to shirk the blame,
for those who play the game -
bringing others to shame with lies.
It's cruelty's disguise.
And so forgiveness dies? Oh no!
This is where hope must grow.
What the midnight would know as pain -
Love’s Dayspring holds as gain.
How does our Lord arraign his church?
*written 06-10-14 as a Vietnamese form - luc bat
One never want to wait until the Midnight hour to make his choices regarding forgiveness.
This is the tale of a girl named Jana,
grew up watching badass women on screen,
was inspired by their strength and their pluck,
the way they cut through bad guys in each scene.
In middle school she started martial arts,
she moved through the belts to become the best,
in high school she put on exhibitions,
and many to her great skill did attest.
On college fields she kept up with her art
as intensely as she did her studies,
they held her up as an ‘empowered’ woman,
to be envied by all of her buddies.
The administration encouraged her,
she was a poster girl fit for brochures,
professors claimed she could beat anyone,
that no woman or man could long endure.
A feminist professor plugged Jana’s talent
one morning in an intro-level class,
most of her students just nodded blindly,
but one let out a harsh, belly laugh.
Twas a future engineer who cackled so,
said,”I’m sure her skills bring her the highest score,
but I gotta think fighting against a man
she would experience nothing but floor.”
Now the student, who went by the name Rick,
caused quite the stir with his candid remarks,
professors and students jeered his outlook,
but Rick just blew it all off as a lark.
Jana was the maddest of the outraged,
and decided that she must prove herself,
she claimed that she could defeat any man,
then challenged Rick, who she planned to whip well.
Now Rick wisely chose to ignore her crap,
because in truth, he could see no good play,
Ii he won then he had beaten up a girl,
and if he lost, he’d be covered in shame.
But the denunciations continued,
and the college sided with Jana’s cause,
so Rick agreed to a proper match-up
in a ring, obeying all the state laws.
Jana seemed thrilled, and set to training,
and at least half the school said she would win,
her opponent was fifteen pounds overweight,
she was faster, and better trained them him...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Someone recently chided
Twisting what seem like serious events
Into silliness quite one sided
That's why I'm here to lighten things up
Adding sunshine to the group
From the great responses coming my way
It seems everyone's happy as poop
It's a tough job but someone's gotta do it
To counter the doom and gloom
That permeates the airways every day
Whisking them away with my broom
A broom of happiness of very good cheer
Coz life's a very short trip
Just live love and laugh at the world
With a happy-go-lucky skip
“You have a wicked sense of humour”
Had it since I was a young'un
Now decrepit but still chuckling away
Every day is for funnin'
I really have this urge to tell you something
it probably isn't anything too deep
and though I sit and reminisce about our love life
this question in my brain won't let me sleep
Do you think you love me or don't you?
Have you even thought about our situation?
You excuse my doubts with undue concern
'cause they only tend to cause you complications.
I gotta bring myself to one realization
that you may not even like me anymore
and when I finally tell you what I am about to
any love you had for me will wander far
I still adore you love, though I can't find it
but somehow I still know that it's right here.
So please don't show your irritation for me
when I beg for your attention through my tears
I guess I could go on writing forever
but you have your life to live
and I have mine
I just wanted to stop and tell you
'thank you'
for the love I thought was both of ours through time
A healthy distance for tolerating LeftBrain dominance
is to recognize our global incarnation
into RightWing intolerant prominence
as dogma of a strictly white hetero-male privileged unkind.
A distance between silent impatience
and loud dissent
is the distance between nonverbal nonviolence
and irritatingly verbal communication.
A tolerable distinction between quieter dissonance
and boisterous intolerance
is a distance between non-violent
and full LeftBrain dominantly overtaking
and/or sado-masochistic bipolarity
and/or socio-pathology
and/or undemocratic kleptocratic
Win/Lose capitalistic intention
in a LeftBrain alpha dog eats and beats
RightBrain beta feminist...dog world
on any over-heated...itchy day
he chooses inhumanely sick
ZeroSum one-sided pleasure.
So sorry.
This started out as a quietly sedate communication
and ended in a most unfortunately aggressive
sound of furious way.
The existence and reality of who we truly are
The reflection we see everyday
The villain we choose to hide
The two sided coin we cannot ignore
The monster which continues to roar
Hatred we cannot hide nor ignore
For centuries hatred has been the key factor for war
Mankind is always searching and wanting more
Until the color of one skin is no longer significant
Hatred will be the key factor for war
Mankind will still explore and even lie for more
Until all race
Respect and regard the human race
And understands there is no inferior race
Hatred will be the key factor for strife and war
Mankind will still invade
Continue to kill and trade
Until the human race acknowledges
That there is no such thing as a superior race
Research and embrace all of the human race
Mankind will continue to fight and try to erase
Equal opportunities will only remain but an illusion
To be followed but never obtained
Until human captivity has been abolish and abandon
Destroyed and dismantle
Hatred will remain the key factor for war
Mankind will continue to plot and fight for even more
Hatred in the East
Hatred in the west
Hatred at it's best
Isn't time we learn to unite and give it a rest
Written: May 22, 2026,
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DARK COSMOGENESIS -:-
primordial
pall
tremored
turbid
tendrils
now COAGULATING IN VOID
half-remembered
pearlescent
premonitions
unlatched
now UNVEILED IN STILLNESS
chiseled
chthonic
chromatic
three-sided
sigils
as CAST IN VAPOR
embryonic
embers
unmoored
sepulchral
silhouettes
as SHAPED BY SHADOW
sacrosanct
sinews
sundered
spiraling
sorrow
noctilucent
nascence
narrowing
numinous
nested
tandem
throbs
tolling
efflux
of
forgotten
furnaces
nimbus
of
nullity
nurtured
cataclysmic
canticles
chanted
ashen
architectures
ascendant
until—
the abyss
itself
stirs
and names
its first
light
a wound