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Like wounded soldiers they walked down the street, carrying their bullet less guns on their shoulders leaving a war that is not yet over, their marred with sweat and tears drips from their swollen face, it is not victory or defeat but they must separate themselves from the fleet.
With battered bodies and broken bones they journey towards their celestial home, with a rancid stench seeping from their breath, and a bashful frown leading them toward a woeful death.
They come from various clans and multiplied all over the land, many of them were slaughtered like trapped sheep in the land; they are no match for an army carrying tons of artillery, rockets, missile and automatic weapon .
The wounded soldiers were placed on the frontline without handguns and grenades, without trenches or barricade and so the bullets from the sky rained upon their head leaving blood spilling all over the street.
Like wounded soldiers they marched on to a place of nothingness, going to place where no home exist, burnt out buildings’ and charred body left in the street and the wind carried the stinking aroma and deposit it in the sea. There is no sign of life, and even the trees have to pay a woeful sacrifice, animal and beast lie down dead and there was no one to bury the dead so they kept marching on.
The other side was bursting with life, traffic was flowing up and down the street and some people went shopping for meat. The smell of freshly brewed coffee perfumes the atmosphere and the smell of fresh baked bread tempted their appetite.
People were having a feast and others were dancing in the street, the markets were busy the malls were overcrowded and life became alive in that city but they kept marching on.
They came to the roundabout, and converge underneath a big tree, nothing was happening there but they had something dynamic to share, the leader pulled out a map and everyone was shocked.
He circles some points and said. “we are crossing over there”, we are going to take this city be surprise with just a butcher and a knife and so the wounded soldiers cross on the other side in dead heat of the night and took the entire city by surprise with just a knife.
Lower food and gas prices
The lies you tell.
No cuts to medicaid
The lies you tell.
The war has been won
The lies you tell.
Transparency for the Epstein files
The lies you tell.
The deal with Iran
The lies you tell.
Why is everything that come out of your mouth a lie?
It's a shame that people don't practice what they preach.
And for that this idiot should be impeached.
No compassion for the soldiers who risked their lives
For a president whose told the world nothing but lies.
But some will follow this nut to the end, and with that some will vote for him again.
Are you that demonic, blind to the fact
That hatred is expensive and we witnessing that.
How many more have to die before enough is enough?
Before this idiot is removed and placed in handcuffs.
Held accountable for all the crimes
that congress has turned a blind eye.
It's sickening that so many more have to die.
But that's how you voted so thats what you get. What you reap is what you sow. And so the shoe fits.
So there's no need for crying
Cause we sitting back chillin
Not trying to be bothered with this tyrannical villain.
The world is in chaos the economy has slumped, but yall believes the lies that were promised by Trump????????????????????
I write about the things I know
Sometimes it’s places that I’ve been
Or, maybe places I would go
If I’d find time to now and then.
But mostly I write what I see.
A description lives inside of me
That forms a picture, but in words,
To reproduce in simple verse.
It might rhyme, if I’ve the time.
But, mostly I’m an artist poor,
With words for color, nothing more.
Poems that must have rhyme and reason,
Sometimes, just don’t fit the season.
Poets must be given freedom
To express feelings without borders.
We’re not soldiers given marching orders.
So I write of nature and man,
And try to rhyme it when I can.
But sometimes trees and birds and clouds
Will send me to a place I go,
Deep within my mind.
And there, with pen and paper,
I’ll see what I can find.
Like ships and trains and oil rigs,
I scribe around the clock,,, tic toc….
Like books and babes and butterflies,
Just because,,,that’s why,,that’s what…
In the twelth hour
We're pursuing generational wealth
From a generation who stole
Everything from us
The clock ticks closer to doom
But we're no closer to finding our own reality
When dreams are nightmares
Fueled by foreign wars
I thought it was all wack
But I held everything back
Taking the back seat
To let others drive the car
And as we fly off the bridge
I have to ask myself how I even got here
Because my hope is drowning
In a dead sea of blood and oil
I'm tired of sitting and crying
Listening to cowards who aren't fighting
But put our soldiers on the streets
As they parade their new yachts
You sold your children's future
For foreign investment that didn't manifest
And as infrastructure begins to break down
See the reality of a dying empire
This land was not made for you and me
And the melting pot is beginning to boil over
But sadly we're caught in the crossfire
Of a media fueled race war
Because to divide is to conquer
And maybe I'm a victim of the game
When I point fingers and attribute blame
Because I'm clearly guilty too
Somewhere on this pretty planet,
There is a heart made of granite,
Indignation its pulse would take,
The soul’s machine fear'd trust too fake.
On righteous wings glory’s noose,
Hangs the head of war’s best muse,
Her eyes befit the worst of times,
The look, the stare defies all rhymes.
Reaching into forgotten tales,
History chose armored males,
Dusty tomes on hidden shelves,
Books in tongues for tiny elves.
Here’s to He who broke the bread,
A promise too many came instead,
Land so fertile flowers swooned,
Food to heal the people’s wound.
Abundance wreaks what dreams deny,
Riches breach thy neighbors cry,
Winds begin like soft whispers pass,
Fear the tempest that might amass.
No one heard the approaching storm,
The blind saw not the eyeless worm,
Man’s great cities it came to breed,
A pathos so hungry it began to feed.
The poor of mind hailed this time,
Its witless soldiers stuck in crime,
But this was no Christian phase,
Powerful waves, everyone pays.
Morning took hold, the sky was dark,
The bow was bent and knew its mark,
A book of facts, a thousand lies,
Verse so deep frozen beauty cries.
With thunder’s yoke rains wash took hold,
On tides ebbed out went all once old,
Upon spring flowers hope took turn,
Lime and ashes make death’s love yearn.
Once the deluge heavy airs broke,
Weeds and vermin went with a stroke,
Poison and bile, cancers two friends,
Fell to the grounds hungry amends.
Trees laughed loud and grew their hair,
Opulent green color’d the air,
The crowds were gone, the coast was clear,
Butterfly songs for all to hear.
Know you man’s hopeless devices,
Always waiting for a crisis,
To stick a sword in another’s heart,
Man’s most pathetic lost dead art.
Wolves and tigers follow no rules,
Never betting on prudish tools,
Blaming not the world as given,
Their jaws obey love’s laws arisen.
Eons ago a vow was made,
Years before words lost to trade,
The path before you poets know,
Only your heart can make life glow.
Pointed fingers hide three blind mice,
Beware of crowds and mob’s advice,
J’accuse writ large holds guilt away,
Thumbs up to She who holds her sway.
The moon illuminated the scenery of crisis
Leaving my hands on my sweating face, as my eyes fade in hypnosis.
I see life at a glance,
Sweet and bitter
Lost in a trance
Of flowers with butter
Awoken to the real world by rifles, bombs, commotion, sounds and drones
The strikes of soldiers, the screams of newborns
Many torn apart by anger at dawning
Streets full of blood, wails and yawning
Buried deep, choked in silence
I took to my eels, pacing the pavement blindly in turbulence.
My gun on me, bullets for safety
Still life reads continuously
I hope I see the moonlight again
Not from this cave, but out there, freely drinking champagne
With no nuclear shots but fireworks in Ukraine again
A pretty big gate it was...
Overseeing the strict soldiers at the entrance.
Firmly, they stood with heavy weapons.
Stepped inside the picturesque place,
Gentle girls welcomed with grace.
A beautiful big lawn,
Guarded by patient pawns,
Ample aesthetic rooms around,
Occupied by pretty people abound.
Classical songs were playing on one side,
Dancers accompanied them the other side.
People indulged in their adorable arts,
Celebrating them with happy hearts.
Dazzling dance or soulful songs – which was best?
Both were divine. I couldn't even test
And on the other side, I heard people's emotional pleas,
Indeed some returned with glee.
While others practiced war,
with scratching swords loud and clear.
Trumpets of grand war elephants bold
Whinnies of harsh horses of cavalry echoed
Their mighty roars,
Tore the sheets of clouds
Beautiful princesses shone, in attire so bright,
Vedic scholars chanted vedas with voices so light.
Was I dreaming? No, I was inside a palace!!!
The place where the Kings roared,
The place where the Queens roamed,
The place where the princesses played.
The place where the swords swayed,
The place where the princes nourished
The place where the arts flourished.
Yes, I was at the Thanjavur Maratha place.
A glimpse of the above visuals
opened like a curtain before my eyes,
instantly when I stepped into the palace.
The breeze over there
whispered secrets of stories untold,
Only a few can hear
the tales of old
June-30-2025
Ambiguous Loss**
(a paradox of presence and absence )
(coined by researcher educationist Pauline Boss)
You disappeared.. without a last goodbye
a story ends incomplete, holding on to hope
beneath frozen tears, an ambiguous sigh
an uncertain mystery, tell me how to cope.
a story ends incomplete , holding on to hope
you are dead or still alive, an unresolved grief
an uncertain mystery, tell me how to cope.
ruminating worried thoughts , never in relief
you are dead or still alive, an unresolved grief
a persistent sorrow, where have you gone?
ruminating worried thoughts , never in relief
in cold storage you live, how do I move on ?
a persistent sorrow, where have you gone?
beneath frozen tears, an ambiguous sigh
in cold storage you live, how do I move on?
You disappeared... without a last goodbye.
**Ambiguous loss is a loss that occurs without closure or clear understanding.This kind of loss leaves a person searching for answers, and thus complicates and delays the process of grieving. (Wikipedia ).It is prominent when a loved one goes missing , soldiers lost in action , the family live in continual loss difficult to reconcile .
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15th February 2020
Sponsor Line Gauthier
Contest Name PANTOUMT
Sponsor : Constance Le France
submitted : 6/7/25
Placed : Third
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lovingly she opened a tungsten gate to his Heart quantum lasers sharp, her ordained healing art
penetrated a gossamer of silver spider-webs
drew slightly aback to allow patu marplesi to ebb
ghostly armoured soldiers wandered within
from Constantinople fields to Berlin yields spin
filling spirant space with unearthly eerie sound
mighty rainbow light had much to gently unbound
grave were crested captains and kempt kings
strategically planned to destroy men with rings
ages of teary traumas they marched to destroy
humanity’s bounties, dear heavenly bows of joy
godforsaken armies toyed with swords
guns, grenades, rifles until nuclear bomb boards
angelic realms sang in fear, egos refused to hear
dismal throughout these ages of little heart cheer
grief-stricken mothers could not calm
wilful warlords of wasteful weathering charm
programmed to flex muscle in massacre ways
mind had to practice Arts of Dark in many bays
groaning has to end so instructed Divine Light
time to unloop cycles wretched, rampant might
clear Heart Spaces with conscious awareness
melt gates of tungsten or gold, nothing careless
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On this September day
From the air they came
Cowards in flight
For what to gain
Airliners hijacked
For their pathetic cause
The praise they choose
Were religious flaws
To take ones life
Is not their write
No where is it written
Or hidden from sight
A phrase i now mention
Is " The Scum of the Earth "
This chosen few
Are just not worth
Heroes and martyrs
Are they supposed to be
What gave them the right
To attack, the land of the free
What do we do
In the years ahead
Do we sit back and watch
As they instigate dread
The excuse we call oil
Is now in the past
For our soldiers will continue
To be maimed or lost
Can you imagine our countries
As they attacked on mass
The world needs democracy
We are in it, to the last
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