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What kind of system, what kind of light,
Where the poor stay in darkness despite the night.
A government servant burns a thousand bright,
Yet pays no bill, no burden in sight.
Free connections, excuses so old,
Feeding on the nation’s wealth, greedy and bold.
Even the electric poles weep in pain,
As justice hangs trembling in its fragile chain.
And there stands a laborer, sweating for bread,
Burning just two hundred, but drowning in dread.
Ten thousand in charges, crushing his soul,
Is this what you call justice whole?
Days of struggle, nights without sleep,
Children’s laughter hidden beneath cries deep.
In mansions, the rulers bask in the glow,
While the poor wait for light they may never know.
O kings of the time, hear this cry,
When will this cruel system finally die?
Light belongs to all; let bills be fair,
Or this darkness of injustice will swallow you unaware.
Vagabond Reveries
I awoke one apple-ripe autumn afternoon,
While shifting my necessity to care, dreaming,
To gaze upon the twisting trail in reveries of untethered reality
A quest for halcyon enigmas that chased me into cloudy castles.
And glancing back over fields of maize and green apple trees
I dreamt of meandering - suntanned faces, gentle eyes,
Campfire stories told in stargazer mists on childhood summer nights
Country roads and country stores with squeaky hinged screen doors.
I saw through mists kaleidoscopes of skyscraping cities, living postcards,
Steaming, groaning, sweating-swaying -
Crowded avenues named aspiration and pipedreams of working faces
Pushed into honeycombs of question’s smoke reflecting my reflection.
Through gossamer fleeting fragments rumbled symphonies
In movements of freight cars and highway hum
Vagabonds of REM sleeping tugged at chugging feasts
Of my winter-spring planned fetes and wakes and festival jubilees.
A wispy scent of reminisce felt the rushing, ever rushing, sun
Dashing headlong ahead of earth in my wishing stars
Pulling earth like a dawdling toddler running into chimeras of
Fleeting dawns and uncatchable dusky time in taunted moonlit glee.
Stormy darkness of gypsy memories throbbed in lightning flashes
Illuminated my godless thundering regrets
On wild midnights stumbling through windswept briar tangled valleys,
Soul soaking rains of prodigal shame, and I remember waking to grace.
9-4-21
Contest: "V" New or Old
Sponsor: Constance La France
1-23-23
Contest: Poetry Marathon Mile 24
Sponsor: Mark Toney
24 Lines
A long line progressing slowly, the long line to receive results for the students. Apala was standing almost at the end of the line. Pulok was standing in front of her. Pulok is her classmate, but Pulok is more famous as the fiancé of Bindu. Both are from different departments of the university, but they are very famous within the whole campus.
But a recent rumor is spreading everywhere about their break-up, Students are observing them separately in different places.
Apala was sweating a lot. She had a terrible understanding of a difficult subject to grasp, the exam also did not go easy.
Two people rushed through the line. Apala saw them, Bindu was passing her with another boy. Apala, with an astonished face, looked at Pulok, standing in front of her. Pulok was staring at the swiftly disappearing shadows of Bindu and her friend. His eyes had grief or anger, Apala could not decipher that.
She turned around and watched Bindu, one more time.
Apala felt a rage inside her. She felt she could slap this boy that Bindu was with.
Last night, some unfortunate incidents happened in Apala’s house, too. At one point Apala’s parents handed her a packet of cookies politely and told her to take a quick walk and come back within an hour. They permitted her to go to any of her friends' houses too.
An hour was probably enough to calm down a manic episode.
She was groaning in anguish,
” Are there none sick in this world? Why so much pain on me? It is killing me too!”
She was wandering around aimlessly near the nearby bookstore. She was almost numb with an acute headache. How many revenges of life are awaiting in one life?
“Are you okay? Are you feeling dizzy? Do you need help there?” Apala returned to sense with Pulok’s question. She looked at Pulok.
She saw a pair of gentle, curious, and caring eyes. She could not find any traces of heartache.... lost love.
Apala lowered her gaze.
And then, she uttered a sentence with every single word, clear and loud.
“If I fall down, let me be that way.”
Darkness fell like the heavy cloak of fear,
Bursting all around the cross,
So I could see the grief erasing His life,
His grace, though, still glistened – sweating
Breathless mercy, even in this state
When absolution meant giving up the moment
Breaking through the darkness, vanishing
From the earth, dying – in the ultimate sacrifice
Pouring from hearts, tears clung to lashes
Moaning, mourning, making haste
Through the torn words, “It is finished”
Comes the heart wrenching ending, the final
Expression from One who is more beautiful
Than the moon or stars, more inspiring
Than the stirring of daybreak, when the reflections
From the dew kiss away the night, the darkest dread
Fragrant spices emptied over His wounds, tenderly
Remembering His wisdom, His kindness, His gentleness
Tears fall onto the mangled body, the One who gave
Up every ounce of blood so that those who believe,
Those who follow His lead, could be rescued by the flow,
His gift of grace, flooding the souls who know Him
As light, as love, as the Son from above who brought to
This world, the greatest gift of hope, the gift of redemption
Grieving filled the land where this man had been crucified,
Hearts were breaking, agonizing, reminded of the One
Who had touched lives with His miracles, His promises, His
Forgiveness… His touch remains the greatest gift on earth,
The only gift worth living for and the only One worth dying for
Wonder so generous and compassionate, a touch so blessed
It feels like there is peace in the promise, breakthrough
In the consolation, liberation from darkness, freedom’s touch
Savoring the last moments of His tenderness, followers
Gathered in hopes of somehow saving Him – yet
It would become apparent, after three days in the tomb –
Those who knew Him would be favored by God
When they realized He had risen and His love still flowed,
Still blessed, still flavored hearts and souls with grace
That can’t be described – grace that is alive, like the heart
Who He inspires with this joy that comes from tasting of His wonderful!
Sometimes it sucks being me
Destiny staring me straight in the face
Senses are stirring on high
Watching my steps that I cannot retrace
Silhouettes form in my eye
Careful is something I must try to be
Though in my heart I resist
When someone wonderful stands before me
Something inside will insist
Never have I seen such beauty before
Eyes made of chocolate cream
A smile that shimmers like stardust so pure
I must be lost in a dream
Wondering if I should say how I feel
Mention these thoughts that I bear
Holding emotions, afraid to reveal
Not sure if she’ll even care
But I’m too nervous, I can’t speak a word
Tongue tied in knots oh so tight
Sweating profusely, it’s kind of absurd
Not sure what’s wrong or what’s right
Oh well, I guess I’ll just move on my way
Leaving the unknown to be
Keep to myself things that I’d like to say
Sometimes it sucks being me
They come to her hungry - hopeful
To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held
Stowed in boyhood through decades
Recessed where sweating shame dwelled
Invisible while he achieved accolades
Gridiron big man outperform boastful
Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream
Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble
Turquoise tip of nose - How is it him she chose!
Cheerful, charming, character a pure miracle
Bulging cheeks, bubblegum rubber musky rose
Blonde polished cup pours cordial ruse supreme
She is melting, delicate, lacking, needs guidance
Developed via his worldly wisdom, operation infuse
Gifts to uplift her, mould her to become recognised
As his arm or appendage, entrenched, morning muse
Showoff chattel mantelpiece trophy, triumph prized
Afloat in alter ego, dazzled by desire, her vibrance
By her childish chat chuffed - heart tackled
Tables tipped like scales, nubile ponytail smile
Untied ribbons rewind wrongs, forgiveness fulfils
Putty, petty criminals are tethered, put on trial
Paying a penance for their filth, provision spills
Pirated pockets prescribe her opiate tranquil
Sheathed in subtle saccharine mystique, as he prefers
Entranced by her emptiness, he creates facets suitable
Cherry topped toffee coffee scoop serves saturation
Crushable ribs, jutting hip bones, bird fragile beautiful
Flutters fast on fathering parts, orgasmic exaggeration
Favourite flavour - thousand sprinkles what’s his is hers
Fourth of September
Flavour of Seduction
Pressure all around us governing nature
low means a good chance of violent storms.
Gales blowing the waves into enormous crests
that rush smashing at cliff and the beach.
High signifies good weather and sunshine
that warms our heart cockles with smiles.
Bringing life to our lovely landscape
coating all in a rainbow of gorgeous colour.
In between all can be calm, but take your brolly
least you get drenched in a sudden down pour.
One minute sweating pulling off layers of clothing
the next you are shivering and reaching for a sweater.
Yet it is this very pressure that makes our world
the most beautiful one known in our universe.
From space we show up as a blue world of water
if in a plane mainly a green place with patches.
Vibrant bands of yellow, reds, purples and violets
fill in the patchwork quilts. If we ever lost pressure
our world would completely change maybe even becoming
barren. So I say long, long live pressure even when low.
Falling in love
Caught in a web that a spider is spinning
Counting his legs as I notice him grinning
Perhaps a dream that is just now beginning
I must be falling in love
Singing a song while the music is playing
Don’t know the words, I make up what I’m saying
I can’t stop dancing, my body is swaying
I must be falling in love
Running a race down a path that is bending
Seeking to finish, I know it is pending
Sweating so much it could be never ending
I must be falling in love
Chasing the moon that is constantly shining
Waving my hands as if stars I’m designing
Even with Elm trees I’m forever pining
I must be falling in love
Picking up petals another is dropping
Sweeter than vanilla butter cream topping
Delicious moments there’s no sense in stopping
I must be falling in love
Hitting a drum in a cadence that’s pounding
Played in a very nice rhythm, astounding
Just like a heartbeat in spring it is sounding
I must be falling in love
Writing a poem with words that I’m feeling
Every desire your beauty revealing
Asking your hand as I’m carefully kneeling
I must be falling in love
Now as I stare in your perfect eyes glowing
Feeling affection they’re constantly showing
Finding each day of my life I am knowing
With you I've fallen in love
HILLY ICE CREAM IN A DISH
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SCOOP afternoon, mom W O W
0000000 brought strawberry ice OOOOOOO
00000000000 cream in my bedroom OOOOOOOOO
0000000000000 Placed in a big dish OOOOOOOOOOO
So I gave her instantly my sweet hug and kiss. I took the strawberry on top,
and jumped out of bed...danced hip-hop. While salivating midst sweating,
Hilly ice cream started melting. I ate one to two spoons,
Oh, what a a cool afternoon! Got another and put at
my tongue’s tip. Ice cream smeared
my face and all over my lips.
July 15,2022 7.47 pm
Form: Concrete
Am still remember,
When it is still standing.
I tried to climb it,
So that I will finally find myself behind it.
As it where my journey end,
where I will hold my diamonds by my hands.
How can I forget that punch I got.
When am still trying to reach the top,
so it will be easy for me flowing down to the gift of my heart.
But the favor never looked at me.
As before I reach the top,
I came back like a piece of paper after a big wind.
Now the rain of my happiness is raining.
Because that incident never changed my heart destiny.
My heart took it as the correction of the trial I haven't achieved.
That's why my hopes blusted that mountain like when am breaking eggs.
Now am enjoying the fruits of being brave.
As now the road ended.
As there's no more sweating for fighting with storms on the way.
As there's no more obstacles.
The road ended,
The diamonds are on my hands.