Long Torch Poems
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Today, love drifts in the air, like a silk rope stretched beneath the shattered moon,
The spirits of the night grasp it with their trembling fingers, sifting it amongst the twinkling stars.
It gently sways, suspended in infinity, like a phantom in search of solace,
Transforming into a constellation, it becomes the nebula where love comes to awareness.
It glides softly like the shy spirit of the woods, smelling the returned spring,
It shivers the leaves into slumber, and within them, vibrates the echo of an old waltz,
In the spider's web of our dreams, it spins, weaving a celestial bed,
Today, love rests in the air, and the whole world is a bed of blue phosphorescence.
Today, love is a torch that tames the crowns of shadows and of dusk,
A phoenix bird that flies through the evening breeze, leaving trails of scented smoke,
It is the unsaid vow between twilight and the day born from the cool blue,
The silent poetry of the steadfast, written on the sky’s parchment in an amethyst alphabet.
It plunges into the lake of our fears, trembling like a profound kiss,
And raises waves in the shape of clasped hands, like silent prayers,
Today, love stretches in the air, like a canvas torn and then sewn with silver threads,
It’s the fabric that envelops us, the lovers, in swirls of hope and yearning.
Today, love beckons us to lose and find ourselves, on a porch caught between heaven and earth,
Where each embrace is an equinox, each kiss, a sacred eclipse,
Today, love dwells in the air, and all that is silent begins to speak
In the language of lost lights, where every heart is a star that never ceases to beat.
Stop the war,
Pleaded the children
Eyes filled to the brim with
Despair as to how they can feel
Hope being destroyed with gloom
Stop the war
Else how will peace be celebrated
As the symbolic Goddess of Earth?
That which allowed us all
To smile at new dawns and to
Sigh contentedly at the onset of each dusk
Stop the war,
Time, days, territories, history, clans,
Belongings, thoughts, mindsets,
Everything comes and goes since
Nothing is permanent here in a world
Which gives us not the bliss
Of living forever!
Stop the war,
Violence remains futile
And the breaking of each innocent heart,
Accompanied with the spilling of each drop of blood
Shall be written somewhere in the karmic book of records
And it remains inevitable
That that which is sown is that which is reaped!
Stop the war, please,
Already troubled by a pandemic,
People want to allow their own selves
Some stable breathing space
Instead of being submerged in the fear of bombs
And the loss of lives!
Stop the war,
Since clinging on to the unnecessary
Shall merely pave the way
For the torch bearers of the Kali Yuga
To proclaim it loud and clear
That circumstances are shining forth in their favour!
In the dust and drums of a battered land,
Rose a flame from the heart of golden sand.
Ibrahim Traoré, son of the soil,
With hands unbought and feet unsoiled.
Not born of palace nor Western mold,
But of Sankara’s fire — fierce and bold.
He took no silver from the serpent’s tongue,
He walked where cowards once had clung.
At thirty-five, while others slept,
He rose where sacred dreams are kept.
The youngest lion, fierce with grace,
He wiped the tears from a stolen place.
Burkina Faso, your spirit revived,
Through him, the soul of Africa thrived.
No longer chained to puppet strings,
He clipped the vulture's greedy wings.
The Western world with fearful eyes,
Watched truth arise where silence lies.
They cannot bear a man so free,
A leader not bowed to their decree.
He speaks to youth with sacred fire,
Of lands reborn, of rising higher.
He builds not walls, but sovereign dreams,
Beyond the IMF’s wicked schemes.
He walks with Sankara’s ancient might,
A general cloaked in justice’s light.
Not just for Burkina, but all the land,
He lifts the torch with steady hand.
You may try to smear his name,
But truth outlives the tongue of shame.
The hour is near, the drums are loud,
The lion roars — unchained, unbowed.
My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy
But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is
I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher
And many a doctor got more than a kiss
Don’t show me derision, you won’t go to prison
Please share me your caring and I shall share mine
Just show me your fondness for blue eyes and blondness
Sir, smile at me kindly and I shall be thine
My mother ignores me, my father deplores me
I can’t comprehend why they ever had kids
They share mutual scorn in a marriage forlorn
I guess I was born, then their love hit the skids
Next week I’ll be sixteen, that’s fifteen years unseen
Did they even once see me as heaven sent
I cook and I clean, they just watch that old screen
They don’t give a damn how I get them their rent
Just want to be flattered, don’t want to be battered
Just want to be noticed through eyes that are fond
On my bedside table, your cash will enable
me to torch this hellhole and then to abscond
So, please don't find mirth in my limited worth
All I have to offer is all that I am
Don’t think me obscene for you could have been
Stood in my shoes were you born to my pram
My country, the U.S.A. is not for men only but for all Her children
and that’s why I joined the military to protect this beautiful country
from all the foes who surround us.
To defeat the enemies
who wanted to quench the ever-burning torch
that our Lady of Liberty holds high in the air
I joined the military with pride.
Whether they are visible or not,
I must keep my vigilant eyes on enemies
go and attack their fortress before they attack us,
make them fall to the ground before they harm our Lady
who stands tall by the eastern shore of this beautiful country.
As a woman,
I know there are many different ways to serve the country
with feminine trends, do good to the society, add something
to make better for the future generations to come,
I chose to wear a military uniform, nonetheless.
Because I heard the horrible story of Peal Harbor
from my grandpa when I was a little girl,
I witnessed the fall of the Twin Towers
and the death of many innocent lives
only because they were American,
only because this country is unbearably beautiful
to the eyes of those covetous enviers.
I understand that
from the beginning of the history of our nation
to this critical hour of war on terror,
many lives were sacrificed to keep America strong,
there were many men and women who fought to keep America
as the country with the spirit of unyielding,
and that’s why I joined the military.
I am a proud daughter of America
the most beautiful country in the world.
I am a uniformed service woman of America
the mightiest country on earth.
Let us keep America for the people of America,
let us make our Star-Spangled Banners flutter
on the top of our nation’s highest mountains forever.
*For International--exclusively for U.S., Women's Day
I can keep you safe from harm
That is lurking in the night
I can protect and keep you
From prowlers hidden from sight
I can shield you from the glare
Of the sun that wants to scorch
I can chase demons away
I can set the fiends to torch
I can stop you from sinking
Wrap my arms around you tight
I can pull you to dry land
Be your warrior in a fight
I can shield you from the truth
That can pierce your tender heart
I can keep you dry and warm
When deluge from heaven starts
Oh, but my dearest loved one
I can’t make this promise true
From my passion and my will
No safety is offered you
I cannot lend you safety
From the storm of desire
I can’t offer you shelter
From passion’s scorching fire
I can’t keep you from drowning
In the torrent of my need
And I cannot hide you from
My frenzy on you to feed
I cannot vouch protection
From the raging of my heart
I cannot promise you now
I won’t tear your clothes apart
Perhaps I better leave you
Never look upon your face
For your eyes, your lips, your smile
Will make me storm that safe place
I’ll surely leave you exposed
Defenseless against my will
And because I know all this
I will leave you tranquil…STILL
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Before me, was a fork upon the trail;
go left- go right- confused, I just stood there.
Then took a chance- not seeing past the veil
of crowded ferns that hid the views with care.
Not far into my chosen turn on right,
I saw the tattered roof, burst window, porch-
of the decaying structure- and, on-site,
a weathered chair that held a rusted torch.
The door, ajar- displayed a worn staircase
with some steps missing, quite in disarray.
Then, just like that- it floated down with grace-
a witch- with twigs and black rosette bouquet!
In black translucent skirt and cloak- she flew
above the stairs, past chair- to tall, dry, grass-
where once, for sure, a lovely garden grew.
But now- loud whispers warned, "do not trespass"!
I started backing up and then- oh, no!
The murmurings became a screeching scream!
Both ghost and house exploded in a glow-
as I woke up- to end my dreadful dream!
July 15, 2020
~1st Place~
Contest: Decaying House
Sponsor: Constance La France
Judged: July 19, 2020
Rules:
Write a poem on the theme of finding a decaying house
Use the 10 words (shown in bold) once only and in any order
Title is three words only from poem's first line
Home is the refuge of our weariness,
an oasis only found in a calm desert,
that's where we feel safer at night...
when warmth restores confidence
in our God who has shown us delight;
under a universe dotted with stars,
we have made Earth our residence.
Home is the only earthly possession
we're allowed to take forgetting all pride;
here, we make memories shaping destiny,
and somewhere on this road our journey
must end as the others have through time...
handing down the torch of aspiration.
Home is the refuge of our weariness,
the safest place to lay down and rest...
but without one: dreams are not dreamt,
events aren't celebrated with excitement,
birthday candles aren't blown to make wishes,
holidays aren't bright without their cheerfulness.
Copyright ( c ) 20018 by Andrew Crisci
This is a story from the history pages
Where diamonds were found
In the Kimberly hole
And when its wealth was extolled
To Johannesburg next the road would lead
To the fields of gold they next would seek
On Witwatersrand main reef
And when the seam was mined and spent
To Rustenburg the miners went
For platinum to sink drilling shaft's
South Africa's history belies its earth
Where empires came to mine for wealth
Now all that stand are plots of land
Are rusty head gear and mining dumps
Gone are the conveyor belts
And refinery smoke
And the mining folk
Where hard hats with torch attached
Shone upon the fossil rock
Now what replaced the mining rush
Is Johannesburg's now a bed of crime
And Kimberly is now a 1 horse town
If truth be told
All that glistened isn't gold
And diamonds aren't forever
When the mining stops
And nothing is left
Born in darkness, where senses deceive,
We dance with phantoms, a life we perceive.
Flickering shadows cast on the cold, stone wall,
A tapestry woven, an illusory sprawl.
But whispers arise, a disquietude deep,
A yearning for knowledge, asleep yet to leap.
Beyond the façade, a hunger ignites,
To pierce the veil, bathed in dawn's first lights.
The climb begins, arduous and slow,
As blinding brilliance challenges what we know.
Illusions crumble, fear grips the heart,
But each step forward, a truth tears apart.
From mere reflections, true essence unfolds,
Eternal forms, their grandeur untold.
Awakened minds cast doubt's shackles aside,
In reason's embrace, wisdom they confide.
The torch of knowledge, dispelling the night,
Illuminates pathways, where shadows take flight.
With every lesson, a veil lifts thin,
Guiding the journey, where truths begin.
The quest continues, relentless and bold,
Into the vastness, where mysteries unfold.
Beyond the limits of senses confined,
Knowledge awaits, a treasure refined.
From dust of the earth, wisdom takes root,
A tapestry woven, bearing life's sweet fruit.
With open hearts and spirits aflame,
We embrace the lessons, whispered by each name.
Shadows and light, in eternal embrace,
Each guiding the other, leaving no space
For fear or denial, but a quest to see,
The symphony of truth, setting spirits free.
So let us wander, forever in pursuit,
Of knowledge unveiled, no longer mute.
With minds ever searching, thirst never slaked,
The wellspring of truth, forever partaken.