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In these shadows of life's calamities,
The drying tears of my slilence
Remain the reminder of the past and present;
Memories and moments so painful and hurtful.
The comforting smile on my face
Hides deep and heart-piercing agonies
No one will ever comprehend,
As if they will ever care to listen.
It is in this silence of my weeping,
Where unfold the unseen afflictions and tragedies
That are unbearable to my young soul,
I'm referring to the apocalyptic scenes of my horrifying existence...
But as i mourn the losses and regrets
Of my life's journey,
The lingering faith in me
Celebrates the wins and gains of hope.
Oh God, my trust in you, remains.
For your will, though it hurts sometimes,
It remains what is best for us
And so, let it be done.
In the grand scheme of natural things that wane
time seems ever-elusive and eternally unchained
only mankind dares to give it a name;
it eeks through history and space
marking everything in place
never moving backward in its race;
only forward in slow and hectic rhapsodies,
undoing progress with its tragedies
as human ignorance embraces all its parodies;
qualifying distinctive moments of a human race
trying foolishly to control the seconds easily erased
millennia captured in human records of time and space;
time is only measurable and blind
by the random genius of the human mind
in its self-inspired sagacity destined to find
only God creates the persistence on this rock
seconds, hours, years, generations on the clock
ever on the run, in a lifetime fared
time is nowhere yet everywhere
neither here nor there,
a mere second spent in evening prayer.
for Chantelle Cook's Time Poetry
5/27/21
Life has been normal and strange, exciting and lame
Fought, begged, pleaded. Just to play the game
Wished and dreamed of fortune and fame
Searched for an escape from all the pain
I’ve been good, I’ve been bad, everything else in-between
Worked hard, slacked off, lived dirty and clean
Been innocent and guilty, on my own, on a team
Acted stubborn, easy going. Faced reality, chased a dream
I’ve gone through ups, downs, good times and bad
Comfort, fear, stability, chaos. All I have had
Seen miracles come from no where, Tragedies happen fast
Both pride and shame can be seen in my past
I’ve won some, lost some, been first and been last
People have praised me, stones have been cast
Experienced the easy life, with no responsibilities to mention
Busted my butt and partied it off, ignored, paid attention
Been betrayed and forgave, sinned and sought redemption
I’ve been dismissed, I’ve been chosen, held back, had ambition
I loved drugs and hated them, I’ve said yes and I’ve said no
I’ve done them, they’ve done me, decided they had to go
Some memories are treasured, the lessons more so
Through it all I got lucky, this I do know
Done some impressing along side some disappointing
Finally felt true love and yes it’s worth the waiting
Seen my care free days become non-existent
Became a wife and mother, never knew what I was missing
Been kicked when I’m down, been shoved around
Been loved by the best of them, pound for pound
Put myself out there, fallen face first to the ground
As for the future, well, who knows what’s to be found
Another bloody weekend in Chicago
104 shot, 14 fatally
You know all about George Floyd
But those 118 tragedies? -- null & void
Every one shot a person of color
Every shooter a nonwhite
Where was Jesse Jackson's* loud voice *social justice warrior
Father Michael Pfleger?* -- absent from sight
David Brown** spoke up **Chicago Supt. of Police
He wants violent criminals
To serve longer prison minimals
How's that gonna play today
A 13 year-old-girl killed in a random drive-by
Two hours later a 3-year-old boy fatally shot
No pleas for justice raised, however
No shouts of systemic racist plots
Another deadly weekend in Chicago
Neighborhoods cowering in horror
Where was the outrage
Where were the alderman and Mayor
Evil, Guns, Cowardice, Stupidity, and Fear
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
seventeen innocent souls departed this earth
unexpectedly and tragically so whilst leaving
grieving loved ones, classmates, and friends
to wade through another mass-murder event
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
many clownish and dud politicians in Washington, DC
including the vacuous person parading there as president
cleave themselves to a vaunted aura of self-righteousness
whilst singling out mental illness as the only true cause
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
the evil intentions and actions of a deranged person played
their horrific roles in sending these innocents through death’s
door at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School on that fatal day
as did guns, political cowardice, stupidity, and fear of the NRA
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
and so, it is: guns, guns, guns, guns, and even more guns
proliferate American society today as many in Congress
oppose common-sense gun legislation and more stringent
background checks whilst lapping up money from the NRA
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
standing with those families who are aggrieved in such tragedies
and embracing the memories of those who have so sadly perished
requires compassion, moral consciousness, love, and political courage
to do the right thing and not to succumb to greed and abject stupidity
is anybody out there?
does anyone really care?
yes, many good people are out there
and many of them do really care
it is now time for Congress and this president to wake up,
to grow some backbone, and to do the right thing to ensure
that tragedies like this one never occur again!
I am out there
and I do really care—do you?
enough is enough!
this madness must stop now!
support and stand by the students!
amen . . . amen . . . amen
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
February 18, 2018 (Political Verse)
Author’s Note: This poem is dedicated to all the students,
faculty, and staff at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School
in memory of those brave students and faculty members who
perished on that tragic day of February 14, 2018.
Memories of youth after many turning pages still in touch,
captured imaginations painted by passing clouds as such.
The princess of heart enters my dreaming sphere,
by first sight not knowing how she got there.
My castle of dreams in secrecy of captured imagination,
only those things I love allowed in that sensation.
We never spoke and yet I listen to those fractions in time,
seeing you in other worlds not the same.
Frame by frame through many splendid gentle wishes,
leading always to the smiles of first touch kisses.
As tragedies are the parts to purpose senses,
the captured distress of you in me condenses.
The heroic act by journeying through the land of beast,
facing fiery dragons and dark swordsmen from the east.
Saved by potions of righteous fortune declaration,
our future had a all written over liberation.
Eons of times later in retrospect of another reality,
the struggle of marriage and its inherited mentality.
The truth by innocent dreams of loving affection,
the never ending stories and its eyes of utopian connection.
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
I knew in the beginning
What I wanted in life
Where my writing might take me
Where I might end up
Only plans change direction
Paths change course, unwanted
When passion burns bright
It can set your heart free
Life's greatest triumphs and tragedies
Remain alive in our memories
Forever etched among my pages
Statements impacting others
To more than just survive
Wipe clean the subconscious slate
Prepare to be inspired by life's events
And the importance of all the little pieces
"I believed that life began when you believed in yourself"
Won 4th place
Written by: Shannon Deane
Contest: All The Little Pieces
Written: June 21st, 2011
"A rose thorn pricked my finger as I laid it on the grave.
Tears mingled with blood, staining my love's headstone."
~ quote by poet
I often write of tragedies and woes that darken life
Those tenebrous times that cause sorrow and strife
They bring heartache and grief of their own accord
I brandish them with words as if my pen is a sword
Ink spots drip with my tears upon parchment pages
Bloodstained splotches I pay to life as costly wages
My sonnets should tell of love and sweet romance
but no one dear to me is left to hold in a dance
I often wake in the night from dreams of the past
in the hour of gloaming when shadows are cast
and feel I'm drowning in a river, caught in a flood
where the current flows red, stained from blood
I've felt life leaving my body when I wanted to die
On bloodstained sheets, my soul prepared to fly
From emotional wounds I bled, and I blame villainy,
the cruel fate that took my loved ones so dismally.
January 30, 2023
Writing Challenge - B Word Contest
Sponsored by Constance la France
I listen to the news each day and read the papers too.
And what I hear or see can make me sad.
Like, innocent kids and civilians killed by air force strikes
How is this travesty justified? Where in this crisis was their choice?
I wonder why I care; but I do.
Five teens went through a roundabout and smashed into a tree,
And now their families face this tragedy.
The driver killed was fifteen years, his friends hurt critically.
Scenarios like this each day, no lessons learnt from them.
I wonder why I care; but I do.
Elections looming throughout the world, chills me to the bone,
I fear our future is in jeopardy.
With narcissistic candidates, others who lose the truth.
Choices are poor, I have to say, are they really the best they have?
I wonder why I care; but I do.
And child abuse in all its forms, now coming to the fore,
Just who allowed this wickedness to roam free.
For innocence of childhood loss, can never be reinstated.
With suicides and hatred rife, this price is too high to pay.
I wonder why I care; but I do.
Kidnapping and brutality against young girls I have heard,
Their lives destroyed, enslaved by cruel men.
Now they return with babes in arms, the legacy of rape.
Forever more their life changes, we see sadness on their face.
I wonder why I care; but I do.
If there is a God who is looking down, he would weep for all humankind.
I am sure that none of this was in his plan.
Is it too late to begin again and make amends?
With each man free to live in peace, or is that just a dream?
I wonder why I care; but I do.
I wonder if I should not read the words or watch Television again.
Nor listen to another piece of news.
And then I would not have to hear about constant tragedies.
I could be free from other's woes, let them not worry me.
I wonder why I care; but I do.
Arming teachers
to prevent assault rifle tragedies
in schools
Is like arming preachers
to prevent epic sins and unorthodox errors
in church.
Are we teaching peace
and restorative justice
or war-mongering
and retributive injustice?
More hate
and fear
and anger?
Or a touch of love
and kindness
and cooperative consciousness,
mindfulness?
More climate pathologies
or finally some climates
of multiculturing health?
How to evaporate promising youth
or how to facilitate resonant resilience
of youth through WiseElders
mentoring GoldenRules?
Just because Trump
does not believe in No Gun Zones
does not discourage me
from continuing to believe
that Earth did rather well as a No Gun Zone
for several tens of thousands of years
before we came along,
adding desecrating gunpowders
and militarized self-righteous assaults
with deadly automated weapons
to Her sacred mix.