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One year and more if people should die still,
Bombs keep raining, missiles shower red rage,
All seem routine to hearts hardening nigh,
World feels sad as an after-thought on stage.
But so had people died of Covid scare,
They’d died alone, though buried in same grave,
Becoming just a number so lonely,
When threshold of pain goes up man gets brave.
All suffer, even continents apart,
Not merchants and brokers of war machine—
Business that hardly has a feeling heart,
What with Shylock’s sharp mind ever so keen.
World markets learn to adjust with the time,
Deficit, surplus seek levels anew,
And people’s life gets attuned to new rhyme,
They only suffer—the suffering few.
Alas, today’s wars can go on and on,
Putin putting up an ever grave face,
His rival, far from a chameleon,
His country getting the maximum mace.
Nations now spend bigger bangs on defence,
Merchants of war sole beneficiary,
Defence a pseudonym for an offence,
A way to boost dormant demand from ranks.
Who the gain and who gets pain, hard to say,
Humanity has lost a few rungs more,
West’s happy to harm, shy enough to bleed,
To US of A one more proxy war.
Like enmity do wars on their own breed,
The motion kept alive oh to save face,
Unwillingly as with its handbrakes on,
As if to prove who ahead is in race.
What if heads roll in this senseless charade?
False prestige must go on a starless stage,
What if the stands are all but deserted,
It matters not, shallow gets when the rage.
The price paid has now turned statistical,
Selling bible to atheists in mirth,
Leaving in limbo issues ethical,
In last throe seems UN, Oh since its birth!
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Happenings | 07.02.2023 | war
Poet’s note: Call it an outright aggression or a lingering war. Forget who’s right and who’s wrong, leave all pros and cons. The conflict goes on even after one excruciating long year. No one is the winner, all world a net loser. It just goes on as if it is a routine, international trade. All else have learned to adjust, not Ukraine which is bleeding heavily, but still no less keen to wound, if not win. Is all this war-mongering of any worth? This narrative in quatrains wonders.
My mystical fairy exclaims~ there’s a place I know,
A dreamland of fantasy, exempt from human woe
Undisturbed by misery of tenebrous earthly throe
Where nightmares don’t exist, dreams come true
And moonlit dawns wallow as whispers of love woo
Blushing sun’s amber glow, scintillating cobalt blue.
She leads me on pathways paved in bricks of gold
Pointing to motifs of signs jeweled glamorously bold,
Evidence of affluence and prosperity citizens behold
Free from mortal worries, luxuriating life carefree
On lagoons and sandy beaches of paradisiacal sea
Where passions tango and romantic yearnings spree.
Lies are unheard in this land, truth is never blurred,
Vocabulary insists love is a precious, beloved word
As neither hate, nor bigotry, nor jealousies bemoan
For benevolence and compassion eminently atone
Offering misdeeds forgiveness as prayers seek solace
Sending imperfection to learn from sage of flawless.
Enticed by her charm, to elixir of ecstasy I’m drawn
Traversing unknown where no human has ever gone
In wonderland of opulence~ utopian, exotic, perfect,
Exuding eminence distinguished by esoteric intellect;
There, I’m awakened, hypnotized in kiss of goodbye
When despondent in illusion, my reality utters a sigh.
November 14, 2021
Placed 2nd: “U” Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Utopia
Ever since I left you I have
been through hell
With so much pain that i
can't tell
it’s like a big dark cloud
Hovering over my soul
From my north to my south
pole
I feel like a prisoner for you
like I am in handcuffs
Now I wonder what I was
thinking when I took off
Your absence makes life
meaningless
For my lungs now gasp for
air BREATHLESS
Don’t wanna be on mute no
more
Cos without you life taste
so sour
The pain i now feel echoes
around my heart walls
And loneliness draws closer
as sun rises and night falls
Life without you Is just a rip-
off
All other girls are just
bloody knock off
I was a jerk and i feel
remorse
With a touch of inner force
As Tears rolls down my
cheek
It makes me drown so deep
that i can't speak
Even when am closer to my
heart ashore
I still can't swim out of my
emotional shore
I regretted ever letting you
go
For i never knew it will
cause so much throe
I want back into your life,
am giving you heads up
For people break up and
make up
Girl am not too proud to beg
For I will kneel and kiss
your leg
you just got to understand
That beside you is where i
want to forever stand
You must know that life is
uncertain
For our future together has
been destine
Girl I don’t know what else
to say
For my life without you is
on a brae
I am down on my knees
Waiting for you to accept
my apologies
For Now i realize it should
be you and I forever
You and I no matter the
weather
Girl,please just don’t say no
For if you do, you will kill
my blood flow
And Murder will be the case
against you
Cos my life doesn't exist
without you
Written: May 13, 2025, for contest by Robert James Liguori
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On the golden steed, dreams catch flight,
In the sunny flame, rings of final sigh ignite.
A pale horse and rider fit through the haze,
Echoes of silence amid the shadow maze.
A raven melody on the burial ground,
Listen to the spooky melody where souls abound.
No sights emerge from Earth's frigid embrace,
Wind slashes across ashes in an endless chase.
However, haunting tunes excite my soul,
Your voice is an echo, drawing me whole.
Beyond life's veil, we interact with grace,
With God on our side, age shields its face.
I trek into the freezing mist in quest of light,
Mourning darkness hugs humanity tight.
Sunless days drag back dreams of the dead,
Demons sans souls laugh in mindless stead.
Focus on the raven call and pray for Earth's life,
Must humans explain everything for throe strife
Find a wayward child and follow the wild north,
Fear the black raven and adhere to the wise forth.
He spent an obedient portion of his life on Earth,
Dancing to the sound of the elderly man's mirth.
The dread felt by those who bear an oath,
In the text, he authored the screenplay for loath.
Be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt,
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
I hear all waking dads crying as a crow flies distort,
Life of the firstborn of mankind will be cut short.
Cruelly facing risk is the panacea for each dilemma,
As we hold in nonviolence, some are clear to edema.
Every man's heart from the dawn of time,
Having to live with seduction and crime.
Ascending in the valley of demise, shadow,
Knowing that I will bear my final air arrow.
Embrace the Valley of Death with dignity,
Despite the effects, we will act with divinity.
Join me as I lead you into the depths of death,
Yield me your soul and I will sip my last breath.
O, be honest and ask them the right requests,
An outcry for liberation, a prayer for a life quest.
Despite the events, lives have come to a halt
Ended before it started when the crowd exalt.
I am grateful
I was born
Flung in doleful
Ferocious land
Born to face ignominy,
To be deceited
By licentious village boys
Who are only born to ice
I was born a girl
I wish I were not
With abhor
I look myself
Born in threat
Meant to struggle
Their voices mumble
And i'm left idle
My feelings are rose
I crumble
Of course i'm scorned
I stumble
I bled, I lost my dignity
My blood is blemished
I'm violent, up to infinity
No longer calm, I'm into crime
Because I'm female
I was given life.
I was given life,
And I was given pain
Hell hath no fury
Like a woman scorned
Because she was born in pain,
She was born in struggle
LIKE pebbles upon a beach; my thoughts,
An innumerable number of nights
My feelings, devoured by emotions
As hemlock I have drunk,
Fear, accuses me of weakness
But the last bottle of fright I
Have emptied -- shadows, sunk!
Complete happiness the envy
of the lot; but too much glee
is a single and final nail
to seal fate within a coffin!
O not for lack of a bulging moon,
Nor vintage ways as love moves!
Or yet be you long cooled deep-
Delved and cleaved in earth!
As all souls wear suits of skin
and kiss with tender rose petal’d
lips -- is the floral life of human!
And as some poets drink and mull over
a world most have unseen, with bubble-
Eye’d staring and passion-purpled
Stained mouths;
This one poet and poem (as me)
cannot fade far nor dissolve;
like a fragile dying leaf
Caught within winter’s throe!
:01-14-2018:
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
In leafless demeanor of shuddering trees,
Whispered cries of a dismantled dream
Augmenting dissonance of broken theme,
A theme composed in the promise of yore
Avowing endearing passions evermore,
Of love eternal, enamoring core of soul,
Till its amorous glory, fate savagely stole.
Though zephyrs forlorn, still cruelly blow,
Wailing lovelorn woe of forgotten throe,
Despair is vanquished from song of sorrow,
For hymns of bliss sing of hopeful morro.
Pledges of today, foretell future of ardour,
Vying dreamscapes, musings-ecstatic adore,
Buoying tides of love to tomorrow’s shore,
Abandoning yesteryears memories abhor;
Of pensive sighs, spent-emotions decry,
Of dejection lamenting love gone awry,
Of nightmares trembling sleepless night,
Of allegories wistful, destiny’s hands write.
“The silent song of the sighing breeze,”
Now sings of love, from flowering trees,
Whispering melodies to a dulcet dream
Augmenting allure of lovesome theme.
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Rearing up
before it lies
dark shadow cast
and block the sky
through bitter cold
and blazing light
even its might
now scars are borne
slippery grit
and loose stones
ledges narrow
and cracks tight
flesh so weak
and spirit quakes
the one must climb
and overcome
simple brawn
courage strong
no sure path
nor way marked
still set forth
and ascend
with care probe
and errors find
else do waves
in cold wind crash
splay like ice
on tender flesh
no skill or might
nor daring deed
courage counts not
to cross this path
yet go we must be
in fragile shell
toss to and throe
with towering might
white knuckles seize
as muscles shake
our bowels like waters
and strength flows away
and charted course
soon lost within
and all our tries
are not enough
far below
in blinding light
white gives way
to new life
yet there not
the path is not
and frozen cold
is one our way
mud so cold
on stones slip
grasping roots
stops our steps
warmth does melt
yet bitter cold
steels away
both strength and will
yet others behind
for us depend
to open the path
and mark the way
heart does pound
dry is mouth
and muscles quake
and fear is strong
one cannot know
and hope is weak
still we take
another step
‘tis through grace
that lifts us up
the way still hard
but our burden light
together we
still onward go
together on
‘tis through grace
My evening sky glints motifs gold
In orange vibes turned ruby bold
Glowing remnants of shining snow
Where pewter winds merrily blow
Swirling imprints of amber glaze
Bending hues of setting sun rays
Prairies sway season’s dreaded hold
Wailing in grief, as blossoms fold,
For fallen leaves and wintry woe
That shudders trees in frosted throe
While browning pastures cattle graze
Where foothills gleam in twilight haze
When fervor yawns in dreary mold
And garden sighs of parching cold
Pine trees, ebullient, dance in row
Enchanting hearts in nature’s show
While ogling the stars passions blaze
As romance blooms in moonlit gaze
On horizon mauve dreams unfold
Where blush of morn lovers behold
Greeting November's scarlet glow
That tawny dawn's sunbeams bestow
Glistening face of shortened days
Wooing warmth in autumn's malaise
Written: November 26, 2020
Submitted on October 26, 2022 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest
Placed 1st: Lay November Poetry Contest
Sponsor: William Kekaula
Eight syllables per line (howmanysyllables.com)
I smiled as I ran across this old red tie in my closet the other day…
because in my hands was the reason why…
when I was teaching autistic students…I never wore a tie.
“You should wear a tie to work.” My principal said to me one day…
I responded that with my students I thought a tie would get in the way.
“Still, I think you should try it.” He said with a condescending smirk.
So that night I went out, bought this tie, and wore it the next day to work.
Jackie was a beautiful young girl…caught under Autism’s spell…
and to make matters worse…she was prone to seizures as well.
You learn to detect a seizure…moments before it happens…
to pick up on signs that, to some, may seem small.
It gives you time to run to them and help to break their fall.
I knew Jackie was about to seizure…I could see that glazed look in her eye…
as I caught her and her seizure started…she grabbed on to my tie.
Of course she had no control over her hands…she grabbed my tie involuntarily
which meant as I was trying to comfort her…she was inadvertently choking me.
With every throe of her seizure…which was not going as I had planned
as her arms flailed in all directions…my head was following her hand.
The seizure ran it’s course…and as you might assume…
With Jackie resting comfortably…I threw my tie across the room.
I keep this tie as a reminder…
of Jackie’s smile…
of a time in teaching when
we both survived her seizure…
And why…I never wore a tie to work again.