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Oh! That anguishing moment! When I craved to cry,
And pour my tears, like monsoon rains, on some grass dry;
A bit away, hence, from the madding crowd, I went,
To soothe my grieving heart; give benevolent vent...
A hard hand hit my shoulder and commanding, said:
You're a man! Should not cry! Calm! Courage! Go ahead!
We, in our culture taunt, tease, torture girls, torment,
No shame? Showing off before strangers? You pretend!
Go! Wipe tears Apply talcum on your plastic face!
Lest those around judge you an empty broken vase!
Our girls, hence, tie pains like ghosts in their sari-knot,
Paint their faces with multi-color smiles, a lot.
Children! Gems! Never cry! If cry... Bad boys! Bad girls!
Satan is making home in you! His freedom whirls!
Why do angels crave things, like beggars full of greed?
Why, like dramatic artists - fussy tantrums breed?
God's watching like a hawk! Behave! Be virtuous!
Your movement should be angelic! Care! Courteous!
Yet, deaths, dangers, droughts, floods earthquakes for many years,
Have made us shed, like rain torrents, abundant tears;
All who gently hushed up feelings like shut memos,
Have melt into tears as though from lavas or snows;
Seeing harsh callous actions if we do not cry,
God's creating such rich tears has no purpose high.
Dogs cry. Horses cry. Birds, flies, and reptiles cry too,
Feelings, like dew-drops, fill and fall when we're in woe;
Sentiments secrete like wild streams within our hearts,
Full-fledged; flow like fluent falls; finely flits and flirts;
Stopping these, is, like building dams over rivers,
Wherein - water waves; caves; crashes; ripple-triggers...
Holding tears may be raw romantic! Dramatic!
Yet, its nature is to flow and fall full frantic.
Brain stressed; heartbeat skipped! Breath blocked! Body traumatized!
Muscles, nerves, and blood vessels stiff antagonized;
Nature has ways of venting pain and suffering,
Thwarting this is, just like her freedom plundering.
18 August 2021
This or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Yes I've been through the mill
but stronger for it...happier too.
Though I forgave... but cant forget
I remember the lessons I learned so well.
Think of others before yourself.
Give to others from the little you have
share a smile..wish others well
extend love to everyone.
Pain and hardsip were my fare
for many a day ...many a year
but time... that soothing balm
heals the heart...touches the spirit with a gentle hand,
while Angels loving and kind
strengthen us in difficult times.
The body may suffer..the heart tremble,
may be pierced by thorns and thistle
which in the end ....burn and shrivel.
God sees ....He knows and
walks beside us thwarting evil.
Do not worry..have no fear
He is always near.
He knows not time....but He's in charge.
The tests he sends us.....
Make us stronger...and tougher
helps us view each day
from a new perspective.
Thank you Father,
I'll do whatever you say
and never .....never will I question Your way.
Visualize it and you can do it.
But this is not how it works for me.
I do not visualize, I just do it.
My soul leads the way.
Pushing the mind out of her proximity
Not wanting any thwarting or censoring.
The Mind rolls his eyes, knowing his queen.
Soul is in the house, and rules this entity.
I paint, cartoon, write poems, and play.
None of this takes any effort by the Mind.
He is not even a footnote in our creative endeavors.
My daughter once asked “What was the point?”
Pointing to six stained glass light fixtures in one small room.
“The point is, I liked all six of them,” I told her.
If I will not listen to my own mind, why would I listen to hers?
I love Kim and Kim loves me
We’re as friendly as can be,
Were it not for this one thing
I’d endorse the kid as King.
But maturity eludes him
Hence our future’s looking grim.
He needs stop his clear obsession
Thwarting any credible progression,
Playing rocket man’s not smart,
While I’m busy doing my part.
I hope his folly’s just a phase of youth
Explaining actions so uncouth.
But if he simply doesn’t get it
Proving he’s just another misfit,
My full wrath will be unleashed
Then he’ll truly see the Beast
Rain and thunder on his head
And not of water but of lead.
Time will tell but I’m still hopeful
That his end will not be doleful,
After all I want that prize
Mr. Noble in full size.
I’ll wipe Obama’s smirk right off,
Rubbing his face into my troth!
So come on Kim give it a go
For us both the world to show
That our friendship’s good and strong
And my instincts weren’t so wrong.
After all what fun’s a rocket
When it so damages your pocket.
A Year Ago
the moats of your castles
were those big round eyes
brownies shot projectiles
piercing my blue skies
you dug trenches with blinks
thwarting my yearns and choices
countering lashes that sink
your eyes hugging other voices
try recall those starry nights
I was in left field
with my demons at fight
up against your shield
throw me no bat and ball
given no chance to come to the plate
it was easy to see me take a fall
pocket dreams of you is all I fate
and those brownies only read the cover
it hurts. not the pages of me to discover
connie pachecho
8/1/17
3/25/19
"One More Thing"
This morning
Clouds forming
Soon to be storming
Most ignoring
The warning
Continually warring
Waters forking
Rapids roaring
Avians soaring
As events continue coursing
Heard enough recordings
That were reporting
About global warming
Whether it's sunny or pouring
Cold or scorching
Dogs and cats arrive for boarding
In a building with tile flooring
Bottles uncorking
This life isn't boring
It's rewarding
This world, we're still exploring
Organisms morphing
Meanwhile plants absorbing
The sunlight, that's supporting
All life, according
To people and other sourcing's
Barely affording
Folks snoring
Out of the loop, close and far from any cording
Drugs and people used for transporting
Still gorging
Battling addictions regarding snorting
Far too many hoarding
And overstoring
Thinking they're scoring
Any bull, I'm thwarting
The honest and hard working, I'm supporting
You better stop lording
Before the public starts swarming
About to leave this world, after one more thing
Global warming is happening now,
it's not some kind of Chinese cash cow.
Our low-lying coastlines are flooding
and can't be saved: we lack the know-how.
Many people are going to die
as oceans rise to an all-time high.
And we need to brace for its impact,
for a worldwide climate change is nigh.
As starvation and disease increase,
looters will be shot by the police.
And countries will fight for resources;
thereby thwarting any chance for peace.
We're no longer able to prevent,
nor slow down this climatic event.
Cash can't stop the inevitable:
it could have, but that coin has been spent.
We will face this crisis together,
bound to Earth: we share the same tether.
And there's no point in assigning blame:
no one is immune to the weather.
Up the diversified life's evolutionary lineage tree,
with time a unique species climbs to the canopy of sagacity.
With functional form and wisdom blending in beautiful mind,
the rational man creates the art of living, the masterpiece.
In the righteous journey made to the realm of wisdom,
humans acquire the attribute of fundamental fortitude,
attain in toiling times the resilient state of self-discipline,
connected with the universal notion in the algorithm of being.
The ego abandoned, the meaning of life measured
with the essence quotient of the profound intelligence,
defines the transcendent qualities of the stoic existence,
harmoniously enshrined within the latent human spirit.
Beneath the tempestuous strife in the sea of life,
flows convivial calmness with current of sensuous emotion.
The inundating surge of innate love and empathy
spreads on the shore of the serene soul of noble life.
When the mind wavers unsteady in life’s turns and twists,
gets bound in the scrupulous roots of the sanctified psyche,
the thwarting thrust of negative sensitivity disappears,
blows away the base instincts in the wind of ethical acuity.
With the moral fiber of the productive positive passion,
when the mind weaves the tapestry of timeless acumen,
embedded enmeshed within the motionless motif of inner bliss,
life finds the virtuous course in the dormant domain of stoicism.
Charge d'affaires struck by lightning bolt
While high falutin dip low matt
flying his kite insurgents
planned coup d'etat
clear out of blue, a devilish
forked, jagged, knifed
dagger "O" type electric current licked
more'n the pants off harried envoy
clear rants heard
all the way to Timbuktu
damn donnybrook loosing mayhem
special averred ambassador
last best hope
thwarting total mortal Kombat
Zeus bribed - putin two and two...
together spelled collusion
arch enemies of democracy de facto
2020 election in cahoots,
whereby sore loser trumped,
activated thinly veiled plot
made good diabolical promise
demanding winning or else
"ye ain't seen nuttin"
imposing himself victor
nee, declaring tyrannical
prince sup pulled "purple" reign,
despite just shy winning majority
crowed as "FAKE" optical illusion
claimed apparatchik infiltrated
voting booths rigged
machination stole courtesy
bounty on mutiny playbook page,
the average joe buyed
entire hook, sink, and liner
titanic ruse to unseat
all time self crowned best president,
apprentice skills garnered
thru "art of the deal,"
albeit machiavellian
who refused to admit defeat
usurped, proclaimed, kindled... diktat upon
those opposed driving fiat
vis a vis disallowing, discharging,
disenabling, disguising, distilling
carving up United States
in league courtesy
best buddies Kim Jong Un
populace will pay price
bear every burden
every hardship el don jon doth
punishingly mete out
recruiting military modern
death cab for cutie squads
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
personal vendetta and vengeance
as just desserts
succeeding presidential term
to abdicate pronto
lest civilization bombed
back into stone age
no matter enfranchisement
law within lady liberty land,
nonetheless he decreed
global hegemony forever
pressed hot button
omnipresent nightmare manifest destiny
global destruction unleashed
threatened to obliterate
every last trace of mankind!
Yours truly borrows a phrase
courtesy the great bard
also known as
William Shakespeare's Hamlet:
"For 'tis the sport ...
Hoist by one's own petard
meaning "victimized or hurt
by one's own scheme”.
The aforementioned excerpt
hopefully describes the fate
to befall president of Russia.
Nevertheless, unseen
talon sharp claws...
dig deep into mine
psyche soft underbelly
piercing bedrock of
core (puss) being
akin to butter knife
slicing thru peanut
butter and jelly
unable to preserve
an iota of calm
while stuck in said
emotional jarring state,
which eruption of cataclysmic
agitation analogous to a bomb
going off inside my head,
where a mishmash
of frenzied discombobulated
brainstorming angst doth glom,
whereat the "little boy"
inside this man
called for his mom,
who when this aging
"baby boomer" chap
just a kid and experienced
devastating, jarring,
and paralyzing tom
malt chew hiss in dom
mitt able inexplicable fear,
though NO obvious
danger threatened, NOR
warning signaled "BEWARE,"
nonetheless adrenaline
coursed from head
to toe as if clear
and present harm
lurked quite near,
inducing a host of
physiological fallout symptoms
darkly freighting this
sole son with nightmarish scare,
whereat no escape,
nor exit no matter
how fast a sprinting tear
found me running
mile a minute only
to end up nowhere,
except smackdab right
in the same place
in relation to despair,
which translates to mean...
yours truly could not
run and hide,
as quickly made clear
to me then, and now,
though at present
scores years older, the balm
courtesy of prescription
medication popped inside
mouth from palm
olive smoothed hands,
as if this teetotaler
betook himself prom
men aiding albeit
with tumblerful of liquor
getting feigning noggin all a jam
aware that nothing amiss,
would be evident,
sans lower gastrointestinal exam,
nonetheless diet
restricted to graham
crackers and broth
distilled from ham
hock, once again thwarting
vegetarian ambitions damn!