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From unknown sources springs a strange, brain-splitting pain.
My physique and psyche burn in the urn of strain
Have my carefully raised moral castles collapsed?
Has my energy, like the toss of time, elapsed?
As though virtues and values have become corrupt
Like lavas of volcanoes, unknown graves erupt.
With whom shall I share my struggles and sufferings?
My cries fall into deaf ears like mad mutterings.
Like a lame, I fail when I try to climb the hills.
It seems like no medic can mend my inner ills.
Nothing, here on earth, appears to be sensible.
My thirst for tranquility is unquenchable.
Blood of pains of isolation flows through my veins
My strength is not strong enough to free me from pains
Who'll ease my jetlag that rises from the void?
Should I be, by viles of normless creeds, annoyed?
I call to God. I seek help from each of my kin.
How, when, and from where will my salvation begin?
in illuminated sky glitter sparkling stars,
my precious star dazzles blissfully in my heart.
from the splendid day my special girl came to me,
everything around felt magically soothing.
monotonous life turned supremely glorious,
her graceful spirit transformed my prosaic life .
brought inimitable joy, boundless happiness,
she carried heavenly bliss and endless kindness.
gazing at exceptionally courageous face,
my sorrows, my sufferings, instantly forget.
with a compassionate soul, the angel of light,
unfailingly caring, lively, cheerfully bright.
talent and humility - blended in one soul,
rare to find, healing agony her unique goal.
stands comforting and vigilant by the bedside,
of the sick, of the frail, the ailing - day and night.
makes me the proudest, exultant mother on earth,
truly blessed, having unparalleled gem like her.
October 22, 2020
For From The Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Mcintosh
Checked by HMS (12 syllables in each line)
FIRST PLACE
A Brian Strand Couplet Poetry Contest
The Gods must be crazy
Blessing longer lives to ailing some
while snatching from many young,
Showering immense riches on few
as hunger strikes to those not getting their due,
Sufferings made for the very kind
flourish the rogues as you pretend to be blind,
Educated subdued to work under fools
Assigned deep digging in dark but no tools,
Oh Gods! You must be crazy !
Did you allow flowers to bloom without Spring ?
Then how in fuming passion one can sing ?
Could dark clouds fly without swift wind ?
Then how bruises of soul can heal tamarind ?
You gave us courage
and then parting,
You gave us hope
and then despair,
You gave us faith
and then disgust,
You blessed us peace
and then put to war,
Are we the marionettes and you the puppeteer ?
Gods you must be crazy, yes you are crazy !!
Written Jan 7th, 2016
For contest by John Lawless
Our views and sorrows are mirrored in life.
Each jagged shard epitomizes some strife.
Our wounds, sufferings, and personality,
It will include one's beliefs and morality.
Are we netting insight or primarily existing?
Veins would shiver with shattered feelings.
The sharp edges puncture into the intact body.
A wrecked heart squall for plenty and vitality.
Inside the proper limits of a selfish quiddity.
Contemplations from one's own perspective.
Moving good faith grips to a broke history.
Surprising yet rather fiery and lively festive.
In fear of what I can view, I won't stare in the mirror.
My fierce peek and jagged shards scold a sinner.
Written: May 04, 2022
1st place contest winner
In the Mirror of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I've heard the beginning and end of many stories told
I've seen life's flame flicker out both young and old
But the world keeps turning
I've had love conquer and condemn us vay
I've seen trenches dug and filled with dreams of the day
But the world keeps turning
Nobody wants to be truly free
Nobody wishes a future they can't presently see
But the world keeps turning
I hope for freedom and peace my friend
I hope as blissful as your innocent beginning was so shall be your end
But will the world be turning?
I wish all hope and goodness is fulfilled
Without the payments of sufferings and temperance is willed
I hope we never see the world stand still
And i know it will keep turning
Life is an interesting phenomenon
Everyone talks about it.
But who knows about it completely?
Is it so difficult to be fathomed?
Having said that it’s not bizarre to comprehend.
All scriptures teach the logics of life.
But the journey of life provides one to make it out better.
If so, why should we read those sacred teachings?
They are the documental evidences
Make us get convinced with what we experience.
But experience is not mandatory to learn so many things.
What does the pedestal of Ozymandias speak?
But what is remained there?
The dangling hands of Alexander the Great teach the noblest truth.
The bloodshed of the Kalinga war transformed Asoka the Great.
Arishadvarga, the six enemies exist in every mind.
There is no exception to any mortal.
They stay in dormant state.
When evil impressions intensified, they unfurl their wings.
Fulfilling desires adds colors to life.
The more you want the more you get tangled and life becomes a Gordian tie.
"Desires are the root cause of all sufferings," Lord Buddha said.
We come and go with empty hands.
Give your best during your sojourn on this platform.
Agape love alone brings the lasting happiness.
Now that we are here
Let's carry forward the call -
“May Ben Adhem’s tribe increase!”
PLACED : 1st
Now that we are here Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Date: 27-03-2023
Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them at the base of her wall.
She sees the trees as he increases her diseases.
Deepening predatory penetrations as he pleases!
Cracking, fracking, hating, taking, and breaking.
Bringing about disappearing, as pain stains, her shamed awakening!
If we could have, would we have, mournfully watched?
Or instead, would we have held her wrists,
pulled at reddened panties, excruciated her sufferings?
Instead, we placated horrific tugged observations,
waited, pretended to see nothing,
drank our mocha-chino from starry cups!
we sat and licked our lips to the calming sound of muzak,
preferring voyeuristic aristocracy.
Oh how she cursed his kissing and biting,
the sucking of her Texan black gold!
All the while he praised her caged loins,
filling a billion barrels with her oil...
Until the time her flame set fire to his cursed wanting!
Until she summoned the winds from the east.
It was time to birth the spawn of his treachery.
Lava poured forth from mountainous risings!
He must suckle upon her displeasure,
until like creosol, his noxious presence,
combines with his own wasted wood.
Thus preserving his monumental failures,
encasing them within layers of his strangled death!
A voice called out from the West, "Where is the foolish man?
Who is left to sing about his great accomplishments?
His peculiar monuments have been laid to waste,
not a single brick remains in it's place."
No one is left to excavate the woeful forgotten.
She "Mother" seeps into the soil to reclaim his blood,
her womb is once again fertile.
She asks "Do we wish to begin again?"
The start of a great pause stings her ears!
She looks and understands,
"It is no longer good.”
The world feeds on tragedy, with an insatiable hunger for misfortune,
They demand confessions, not out of care, but to dissect and devour the soul,
When I reveal my pain, their eyes become glassy with disgust,
And their pity drips like acid on my open and bleeding wounds.
Perhaps that's why I've made my sadness a "nameless grave,"
A place I visit alone, away from prying eyes,
Where no one can turn my pain into a fleeting spectacle,
Where silence weaves veils over memories and unshed tears.
There, in the dark silence, I bury my sufferings one by one,
Away from eyes that wish to turn my story into a show,
I have found a sanctuary where the echoes of pain are my silent confidants,
And only shadows keep me company in this dance of lost souls.
It is a place where I can breathe without feeling the weight of curious gazes,
A space where pain is not a phenomenon but a part of me,
A corner of the world where silence whispers solace and secrets,
And where, ultimately, I learn to embrace my own darkness.
Wear the coat of kindness each and every day
Ease the heart of others with a kind word or deed
Abandon not your God and pray for all your needs
Remember to be fair in life and always share a slice
The world is often cruel and that is why we're scared
Hold the hand that trembles and do it all for love
Acquaint yourself to life forgive each slight and wrong
Truth be told we only got one chance to do it right
Count your blessings every day, own a grateful heart
Offer up your sufferings they're only full in part
Accept your misgivings, but all your talents too
Take the best out of your day, leave the rest behind.
August 11, 2018
What does it really mean to know God?
yes God in all his perfect state
the creator and sustainer of all things
he who always has been so great
This Jesus who rose from the dead
has the power to resurrect a new order
one that reveals divinity so bright
it's fully inward never near the border
Jesus suffered so much on the cross
being obedient unto death for his own
to fellowship in his sufferings so real
we can never feel like Jesus a living stone
Consider Jesus death more than another
to be conformed to his without a breath
living in Christ bow to his will
secure in him remembering his death
O to know Jesus God's own Son
in all his mighty power not a doubt
forever and always resurrected
being fed on his ever living fount
(that I may know Him and the power of His resurrection, and the fellowship of His sufferings, being conformed to His death,')
Philippians 3: 10 (NKJV)