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Dark and vile truths are known to hide
in secret places that don't confide
their nature to the light of day.
Bodies to skeletons decay
in a closet or a deep well -
an unknown place, a hidden hell.
What is more shocking to me -
the ugliness for all to see,
as folks stroll by without a care,
as if there were nothing there,
when darkness hides in plain sight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
The averted eyes and numbed brains,
as decency no more remains,
as genocides among our species,
without alarm, as he sees, she sees -
For eons man has endured this plight
in the shadow of the sunlight.
Caskets unmade
Naked bodies lie in waste
Can you hear the concealed laments?
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief
Teeth grind
A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp
Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .
The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .
4-7-13
Suicidal tendencies
never seem to be barriers
for the affection of the damned.
When I die,
throw my shoes up on that powerline
at the intersection of homosexuality
and the shortcomings of the Christian religion,
the place where animosity festers
below a guise of neutrality.
On the corner of iniquity
and the depravity that comes with appropriated acceptance,
think of the times I almost jumped;
fly high on my J's to end up deformed
on the pavement in front of the chapel.
Think of the sadness I hid in the tear stains on my mattress,
not to be confused with typical teenage skeletons
in the closet, but a manifestation of the manslaughter
I wanted to impart on my own sentience.
Throw all of the shoes of the broken hearted,
the worldly departed,
the mutually destructed
up on that power line of lost hope.
Let us finally feel the electricity you seem to have humming underneath your bones.
You don't have to deal with things alone. A heart-to-heart can help ease your suffering. Take care and stay safe. Blessings and best wishes.
We've all got secrets
By Michelle Morris
30/12/2023
I've got a secret
I never will share with the world
But maybe if I trust you one day
I'll unburden my heart and soul
You've got a secret
You hide it deep in your mind
You bury it in a box in your soul
But your eyes show the pain inside
We've all got secrets...
Some are emotions keeping us down
Some are mirrors of our regrets
Some are Darkness inherited from DNA
Some are experiences we hope to forget
But when we pause and let it flow
When we allow the Light and Hope to shine brightly
So often the Darkness dissipates
Because enlightenment gives us clarity
Sometimes it takes a heart-to-heart
Sharing our Truth to someone we can trust
Realising that if we change our perceptions
The guilt and pain is released into dust
Sometimes a perfect stranger
Will transform our trauma into joy
Sometimes they'll help heal the pain
And allow it to breathe a little more
Whatever your secrets and lies
Whatever your Truth and soul path
Know that each creature experiences Life
The trick is to embrace our own heart
So, maybe I've got my secrets
Maybe you've got yours
But let's try to remember that secrets
Is how so many people get held underwater
Let's free ourselves and our skeletons
Nothing should ever try to live in a closet
And baggage is a waste of time and energy
Let's travel light, for anything is possible
You and I deserve joy and happiness
Fun and laughter and smiles
Our lives are capable of magic and miracles
So take my hand and let's enjoy the ride
© Michelle Morris, 2023
They burned the green of the woods
they created concrete skeletons
expelled in destruction the nature
banned the past and its culture ..
They put us in sordid somber prisons
in mazes they trapped our acts
exposed us as we were mice to tests
destroyed what we ha of delusion ...
the rivers and seas they poisoned
inoculated our minds with evil
the right, the wrong, established
the horizons were erased
they left no grains or seeds
by chance we were abandoned ...!
It had not rained for months
the bush was dry as a tinder
clouds appeared in far distance
to once more fade and vanish
The sun beating hotly relentlessly down
everything resting in shade so sparse
the trees without their canopy of leaves
grass dry yellow and brown
A carelessly chucked piece of glass
sets the grass ablaze, soon all is burning,
flames moving on devouring all in their path
those too slow ending as blackened cinders
Flames that devoured and raged
devastating all as it pillages on
all in its way left as burnt embers
blackened landscape wherever you look
Can land so destroyed live again?
or will it turn into a dust bowl?
a breath of hope blows in from the east
a small smattering of rain gently falls
In its wake comes rebirth new shoots appear
soon the earth is responding with growth
a cleansing has occurred ripping out the dead
soon most signs of the fire will be covered over
All that is left are blackened gum trees
skeletons on the horizon a timely warning
that nature rules here and will take a hand
in keeping her world fresh vibrantly alive
I
I search myself within skeletons closeted sunshine
Sick from love laughing leers sick from tired lessons lesions clichés
Sick from smug smart snooty soldiers in a war without enemies
Slaying hope light flashed in the whisper of a child’s heart
I beg for the dream again when magic was sown in my soul
II
Now only the outside answers nature wind
My mind suffocates secrets suffered slow
Pitching prayers in the dark room empty
Lights stretch snips of longing on the split wall
In corners perfumes perform mirrored operas
III
The monster changes the law and sows lands
In dust time will be a new hand reaching back
Deserts will bloom gospels pouring beatitudes
Walking religiously toward the thrilling purple sun
Night is a bath of stars boiling life and lust spinning
Subash Khanal
It was quite unexpected, our physical encounter,
Today, I have stepped into your courtyard,
And I hum along a love song.
At times,
I wandered, holding hands,
Embarking on a journey of thousands of miles,
Even today, your color blends with mine,
In your voices, mine echo,
In the rhythm of your heart, my melody resounds,
If you're hurt, I feel pain afar,
Lost in the peaks of dreams,
Perhaps, you'll be saddened.
Oh Benefactor, You, indeed, are yourself,
There's no doubt,
You are just like you, no hesitation,
Yet, the skeletons of our histories are the same,
In the excavation of our genes, the same form appears,
Which is yours,
The boundaries have made you into you,
And me into me.
Boundaries are our truths,
They won't mislead,
Boundaries are our global forms,
They won't be lowered.
In these very boundaries,
Lies another flight,
In the sky of that flight,
There won't be any limits,
We know, For the flight of the mind in the sky,
There are no boundaries.
In the gloom of the night came the screams from the scree
from the foot of the mountain, from inside the cave.
Are they human or animal… phantoms set free?
Will my heartbeat deliver a hero or knave?
So beyond the flat land with a cover of frost
rose the beasts’ craggy peaks with its hair-raising sounds
and the grass neath my feet crunched like bones as I crossed…
Now, I shiver in sync with my pulse as it pounds.
On the steps cut from stone to the chaos I rise
as the hills seem to mock giddy knees as they knock,
but there’s magic in mayhem… all cloaked in disguise
and bewitched by the hauntings inside this old rock...
and as lantern-lit skeletons spook this dark place
for the tricks and the treats there’s a smile on my face.
Susan Ashley
October 13, 2022
~ First Place ~
Contest: All Hallows’ Evening
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
*Meter: anapestic tetrameter
*English Sonnet rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg
Balanced through life's cup
our climate changes as war grips many poor souls
Caught victims in a maze poisoned by this pollution
Trillions dropped in bombs of grave suffering and devastation
the silent screams for justice that's never heard
Media no longer covers true facts bare to the bone
Holocaust where arms are supplied by powers at large
testimony witnesses living skeletons displayed
That would break your heart seeing such unbearable agony
Driven from their home lands by greedy tyrants
the greatest polluters of this world
Warmongers destroying cities and valuable relics
Amounts to the army of darkness never once showing
the olive branch of peace destroying seems to be all they live by
a sad story that is told over and over again