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CORPORATE GIANTS
DON'T TO JAIL.
THEY MERELY
PAY A FEE.
THIS ALLOWS
THE CEO,
RESPONSIBLE,
TO WALK FREE.
IT DOESN'T
REALLY MATTER
WHAT YOU MAY
HAVE TO SAY.
CORPORATIONS
CONTROL THE RULES
IT'S YOU
WHO HAS TO PAY.
YOU PAY WHEN YOU
HAVE LOSS OF LIFE.
YOU PAY WHEN
FORESTS FIRES.
CORPORATIONS
SEEM TO FLOURISH
WHEN TIMES
TRANSCEND TO DIRE.
YOU PAY WITH
LOSS OF FREEDOM
OF BOTH MIND
AND SOUL.
THE PSYCHOPATHS
ARE AWARE
AND BELIEVE
THEY'RE IN CONTROL.
POVERTY
IS NOT A CRIME.
WHEN YOU'RE
LIVING ON THE STREETS.
MANY PEOPLE
LOST THEIR JOBS
COORDINATED
BY ELITES.
REDUCE
THE POPULATION.
IT WAS
OPENLY DECLARED.
THOSE CONTROLLED
BY THE MEDIA
BELIEVE ME.
THEY DON'T CARE.
BILLIONAIRES
INCREASED THEIR WEALTH.
THE MIDDLE-CLASS,
BECAME THE PEASANTS.
PAUPERS KNOW
AND UNDERSTAND
STAY CLEAR
WHEN ELITES ARE PRESENT.
06222020
Embers in the Wind and Threads
for Tomorrow.
In the rising fog of the New Year let burdens
take flight.
As failures lift like morning dew under the sun's
gentle touch.
Let them drift away carried by dreams dissolving
into the horizon.
Unbind societal shackles like chains rusted by time's
unforgiving passage.
Let freedom persist a song echoing
through the dawn.
Fly away barriers that sundered
our hearts and
Vanish into the night's celestial jete.
For in our togetherness
our strength restarts.
Like a melody each note harmonizing
with the next
Ashes of isolation where unity
finds its way.
We are a mosaic of dreams each piece interwoven
of unity's play.
Welcome joyous days with
wisdom’s spark.
Spin tales in a patchwork of
blended delight.
Let harmony imprint minds and souls.
Like an ember’s warmth on
a cold winter’s night.
Carry agape love a beacon through
the dark.
Let this year transcend mere time's
vibrant flow
A crown adorned with empathy's
multicolored light.
Societal, psychological, philosophical
in the know.
Unified we thrive, our unity ignites.
Threads of tomorrow woven in today's
greatest show.
Ultimately, each voice a tremor
in the wind can join the
rising choral tide.
Each note a battle fought
and won where shadows once did hide.
No longer solo in the dark but harmony
in vibrant throng
We rise a symphony of souls where
failures turn to song and singing:
May the Lord bless us with
His grace
And guide us through
each day.
May we seek His eternal
loving face
And follow His peaceful
righteous way.
May we find strength in
His word.
And comfort in
His soft embrace.
May our hearts be filled with
His love.
And our souls with
His unconditional grace.
May we walk in
His radiant light.
Shining His boundless
love for all.
Guided by grace our
hands and feet.
Answering His utmost highest and
loving call.
I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm
With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek a new poet and lay claim
for my words have grown utterly abstruse
Spare me sullen eyes, from cries in refrain
I shall not weep in sadness nor disdain
Bitterness does not become a recluse
My poet's heart weakens, I dare not feign
Time's drawn the shades in darkness of night
No candle flame shall glimmer enough light
in which I may be tempted before morn
to doubt seclusion and attempt to write
Cloistered without pen, I shall ever be
From thinking in rhyme I shall be set free
Poems half written on bits of scrap paper
I shall lock away and then toss the key
My hand has retired, this last poem now penned
No more idyll thoughts of mind will transcend
Bereft of rhymes and abandoned of verse
This poet knows her time has reached an end
Ink no longer flows through my tunneled veins
Expressed emotions in poetry wanes
And when interred, on my stone I shall read,
"Reclusive poet" over my remains
Musical Pantoum
I woke up in wonderful Universe to fulfil my ambition
In great wonder my song was composed and sung.
I felt proud to be a member of Nature’s creation.
Joyful Spring reached door step and festive-bell was rung.
In great wonder my song was composed and sung.
I rejoiced to proceed wishing only charms to collide.
Joyful Spring reached door step and festive-bell was rung.
But on way of life, joy and grief followed side by side.
I rejoiced to proceed wishing only charms to collide.
I opened my mind, broad and wide to adore the powerful.
But on way of life, joy and grief followed side by side.
I was loved, also cheated: I faced failure or became successful.
I opened my mind. broad and wide to adore the powerful.
At the end, life will transcend death to get purified.
I was loved, also cheated: faced failure or became successful.
On rebirth, new life will originate to be beautified.
06/10/16 Musical Pantoum Contest
Sponsor Silent One
Based on three Tagore’s Songs: Few lines are quoted
1. Universe full of stars and Sun
amidst of which I hold my position
In great wonder my song is composed and sung……
2. Spring has arrived at your door step…
Open your mind, broad and wide……
Oh my beautiful, powerful, adorable…
3. Oh! ye traveler proceed day-wise…..
At the day end, transcend death and be purified
.
Golden soft was the light that swiftly flew,
As whistling rain pelted majestic oaks
And the soaked birds began to cry for you
As Nature silently wrapped up its cloaks
Thirsty for coming dawn, so bold and new.
Silver Maples fluttering in the wind,
Where the fast sleeping rabbits hid away
All beautiful, we wish to never end
With brightened colors, every joyful day
As Nature's beauty flows out to transcend.
As sky greets the land like a golden thread,
I cry for my heart is truly Broken.
Muted memories from the day we wed.
The future was promised by words spoken.
Your pure soul taken from our earthen bed!
Bird like angels transport you to the sky.
Weeping willows now join in my sorrow.
Unable to give me an answer why.
Today is lost, I long for tomorrow.
There within the Heavens we will both fly!
By: Robert Lindley & Richard Lamoureux
In the quiet corridors of my mind, where memory and flickering thoughts reside,
we tell ourselves stories in order to live, to find meaning in the chaos,
seeking sermons in the despair of loss, searching for lessons in violence,
where five snuffed-out lives become a moral parable,
a narrative we shape to comprehend an incomprehensible reality.
We are the weavers of our own truth, choosing the most viable threads,
interpreting what we see through the prism of our elaborate tales,
imposing a coherent line upon disparate images,
freezing the shifting phantasmagoria of our experiences
with the ideas we have learned, like anchors in the turbulent sea of existence.
Through this stream of consciousness, I wander deeply,
where tangled thoughts intertwine with hues of sentiment,
seeking to grasp the elusive threads of dreams and weave them into meaning,
we are adventurers in the landscapes of intellect and soul,
each story we tell a beacon, a light in the dark forest of the unknown.
We find comfort in the narrative line we impose,
an appearance of order in the whirlwind storm of existence,
where each moment is a passing phantom, each experience a fleeting shadow,
and yet, in this magic of storytelling, we find anchor, grace,
transforming the ephemeral into the enduring, the transient into the eternal.
Melancholy wraps itself around each story,
a whisper of beauty from sadness, a hint of light within the shadow,
each chosen word an attempt to freeze the fluid, to grasp the intangible,
to bind the phantasmagoria into something we can hold close to our hearts.
Life, with all its chaos and fractured pieces,
finds a fragile peace within the narratives we construct,
as we trace the lines of meaning with trembling fingers,
seeking to transcend the transient, to touch the infinite
in the sacred space of a well-told story, of a fleeting moment captured forever.
Through our stories, we become more than mere spectators,
we become the architects of our own destinies,
each story a spell, an enchantment against the inexorable flow of time,
and in this act of creation, we discover ourselves,
the storytellers, the dream weavers, the light in the storm,
casting a gentle glow over the phantasmagoria that is life.
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise
Where tinted leaves turn fiery red,
Where gamboge dye prairies imbed.
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze
Inspired poems of heartfelt themes
Strumming passions of season's dreams.
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Resplendent motifs whirled in dance
Pleasing poise of her gifted stance.
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Lyrics she wrote in flawless rhyme,
How Connie's verses transcend time!
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days
Autumn's glory adorned her art:
Words that blossomed poetic heart.
Colors she wowed in autumn's praise~
Meadows winsome in crimson blaze,
Vying glimpse of her moonlit gaze
Lauding grandeur of gilded glaze
Swaying rhythms of beauteous days.
September 24, 2022
Placed1st: In Remembrance of Connie –
Autumn Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzanne Delaney
Form: Constanza
Eight syllables per line
Just before the touch of winter’s caress
Comes a moment when my heart must confess
Peace sways eagerly in the zephyr spice
Tempting autumn brings wonders so precise
Just beyond songs of summer’s gentling kiss
Comes a season when hearts feel such sweet bliss
Autumn shakes with splendor of summer’s end
Gasp of hope rustling light who will transcend
Just beneath the sprinkling of rain’s splatter
Comes a grace who reveals what will matter
Laughing leaves in boldest scarlet and gold
Drift through the gusts who are so quick and bold
Just before shadows fall from ancient light
Comes a calm who erases darkest night
Easy waves of trembling truths will abide
In the fires of hearts the past won’t divide
Just beyond the wonders of autumn’s praise
Comes freedom so pleasing it shall amaze
Spilling joy through the soul who just believes
Autumn’s prodigy breaths love through the leaves
Just beneath the intrigue of this season
Comes a feeling that gives time its reason
Twirling to the music of faith and grace
Leaves reveal the flow of light who’ll embrace
Just past summer, before winter arrives
Comes repose from the season who survives
Every doubt, each fear and even life’s groans
Lovely autumn holds peace in softest tones
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” ...
Leonardo Da Vinci
What if there was no poetry in this world?
Unpoetic world with no more poetry
No more perfumes to permeate flowerbeds.
No more glossy beads of petrichor cloying.
A blindfolded moon in veil hunts for solace
moving a canvas of craters, in clouds motionless.
Voice of unspoken words wilting away,
locked in deep thickets, an infinitesimal space
clog a lump in throat of breathless syllables.
reckless tender feelings transmute and displace.
No urge to transcend, No boundless and free...
An unpoetic world with no more poetry.
A lovesick heart no longer rambles
Only blaring sound in bleary eyes,
as known faces devour unknown shorelines.
No more open waters , no more endless seas
No misty mountains, No opaque night walls
Only sunsets fade into shattered dreams.
Butterflies swarm around in colorblind paths,
in search of red and green, they find no more.
No more rhythm ,
No more rhyme,
Only pattern of time ticks in twenty four
The Useless Joy of Poetry,
With us, she is no more.
Dated 24 th January 2019
Learn to live free that pulse of zest,
Indulge your heart with fun and wit;
Voice joy you see in your life quest,
Embrace bold start as love funds fit.
Opt to know truth and seize this day,
Now dare to act with faith that heals.
Health is sure proof that joy does pay,
Act for wise tact to work pure will;
Peace of mind comes with touch of grace,
Prize then the fire that lights the dark;
Yes love reaps sums that transcend space.
Joy knows the sire of light that sparks,
Observe the feel that wonder brings,
Yield to the thrill as frolic flings.
Leon Enriquez
07 September 2016
Singapore