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A man's tears fall silent, unseen and unheard,
A solitary cry, in the depths of his soul, he's scarred.
He talks, shouts less, and keeps quiet, a fortress of pride,
Bearing the weight, of the world's relentless tide.
Scars etched deep, like canyons in his heart,
He smiles, a mask, to conceal the art,
Of pain and weariness, of a body worn,
A mind exhausted, yet still, he takes up the torn.
He stands, a pillar, amidst life's stormy gale,
A provider, a protector, a guardian of love's frail.
He brings home bread, though his own soul is dry,
A hero, unseen, unheard, as the world passes by.
At night, the mask falls, and the dam bursts free,
Tears fall like autumn rain, as he weeps, unnoticed, unheard, and unseen.
Nobody sees, the weight he carries, the burden he bears,
Nobody understands, the depths of his tears.
He's a man, with a heart that aches, and a soul that bleeds,
A heart that loves, and a spirit that proceeds,
Through trials and tribulations, through joy and pain,
He stands, a rock, a refuge, a love that remains.
Nights are long, and sleep is a luxury,
Sleepless hours, a constant companion, a haunting melody.
Desires unmet, wishes unspoken, hopes unfulfilled,
Yet, he rises, with the sun, and takes up the unyielding will.
A radiant star was born one day,
Amidst salary challenges, hardship's sway,
Her parents toiled, their sweat and tears,
To forge a brighter future, calm all fears.
Like phoenix rising, she emerged anew,
Her choices bold, as if the world pursued,
Her watchword, determination, shone so bright,
Guiding her through life's turbulent, darkest night.
Risk-taking's lessons, though bitter, she did learn,
And from each scar, her strength did yearn,
Her work ethic, a symphony of might,
Diligence, dedication, beauty, shining bright.
Her name, a benediction, prayer, and creed,
A testament to her essence, noble deed,
As celestial choirs sing in celebration high,
May heaven's gates swing wide, her prayers reply.
May answers come, and greatness be her guide,
Empowering her soul, her heart's deepest tide,
For Blessing, a star that shines so bold,
A radiant light, that never will grow old.
And in her heart, a fire burns so free, igniting a soul that's unstoppable, wild, and carefree!
With every step, she paves her own way,
Through trials and tribulations, she'll face the day,
Unbroken, unbowed, her spirit will soar,
A true warrior, rising, forever more.
Sugar Momma is en route to Anytown Enlightening,
Elevating and Uplifting with unwavering Confidence
spreading good vibes, and energy to everyone, talking to everyone. Left, right, right, left as she approaches they all
stop and stare as her presence illuminates the chambers
Facts remain Sugar Momma has endured so much pain
in her paths, She has treaded jumping over hurdles near and far yet she hasn't hardened her heart. Sugar Momma
She has been through many disappointments full of
pain, and heartaches with turbulent tests and tribulations
on this road called life. Sugar Momma
Sugar Momma is set up with traps and plots methodized by
familiar faces trying to break her spirit yet Sugar Momma
has not let defeat overthrow her nor separate her from the Divine and her visions. Sugar Momma
Picasso, oval face and olive eyes,
always solemn and searching.
Pushing boundaries, challenging authority,
his artistic torch cut through the fog of life.
At times his scrutiny turned inwards.
Self-critique of the physical and the psychological took hold.
Could it be self-doubt or ego which drove him on?
Or was it simply a visual diary of moments in his life?
1901, subdued bluish tones portray young Picasso in an older light.
Sadness and solitude emanate from the cloaked figure.
Though beset by trials and tribulations
he stands proud gazing at his audience.
1907, the face of cubism unfolds
angular features with large searching eyes.
He seems lean almost undernourished.
His sombre outlook dominates the vista.
1972, and then the end draws near.
Staring his own death in the face
there is fear in his sunken eyes.
Flesh nearly gone reveals his skull for all to examine.
Pablo asked, “Are we to paint what’s on the face,
what’s inside the face or what’s behind it?”
The recognisable image becomes less and less distinct,
until what is left is the naked soul.
And Pablo said, “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
But eventually the soul becomes dust and all that is left is a memory.
We will always remember Pablo,
for art is life and life is art.
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2020 published in PS: It's Poetry, pp.286-287
2019 November 26 *1st Place*
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Sponsored by: Anne Cooke
There gathered some undaunted faithfuls
Yelling with desperacy without moderacy
Screaming to be heard by the Son of Man
Not satisfied until they hear from the
The Son of Mary the wife of a Joseph
Hundreds of unwavering believers
With one soul to be delivered
From the shackles of the evil doers
Shattering away their sorrows and tribulations
In a language understood only by the heavens
Their veins and tendons across the neck stood out
The head moving fast like that of a bewitched gecko
Whose head is destined to go off the neck any moment
Coupled with the hunger arising from the fasting imposed
Something good must be foreboded by the Holy one
The white garment all bearded fusty smiling man
Must appease the hungry and angry people on the mountain
He has done it again brethen, rejoice in the Lord
For all your prayers has been answered today
Rejoice as you cheerfully give money unto the Lord
Fasting and prayers continue tomorrow . . . and next …
Forget not your mountain and prophet offerings tomorrow
The Lord bless you as you sing this song home
I was scared for a second, standing there for seconds
Staring at the white garment man who spoilt my day
As I opened my mouth to sing, song of hunger and despair
Rented my jaw live unfermented and undiluted
I had thought all my prayers had been answered that day
Only to be told that fasting and prayers continue still next day
With nothing to break the hunger called fasting today
Dream less of the offering of the Prophets or the Levites
Shall I not die on the mountain in my quest for food and work?
Should we continue to disturb God for what HE already gave us?
Do we still need a prophecy to fret our oppressors with whet?
If the white garment man’s mountain refuse to give us our needs
We shall then move our own mountain to wherever they hide
And demand for all that is ours, as given by GOD but shielded by few
Who use the white garment man to blind and enslave us into chains
We shall leave the mountain and move to our own mountain of freedom.
Alayande Stephen Tolulope
3rd, November, 2005
01.22am
Form:
When night falls and stumbles into slumber
reshuffles memories and tumbles crumbles
minds and mines of coal dust into icing sugar
it transposes trifle tribulations and awakens
Where evening stars and creatures of the dark
mix and mingle myriads of constellations shine
lunar aspirations convert converse in quiet sleep
they silently expose fake impositions of delusion
Why and how and for what reason a cruel world
in guise of rationalised temptation in quite some cheek
and bum and bottom line prescription untangles in
the solace soul and solar comfort of caress eludes
We may be well advised to choose between and
well beyond advancing torturous flagellation of
fool’s false impression misguided paradox reality and
walking sleep catching dream latching over and above
When evening mist and dusk beholds no further
prison walls of misconception’s assault on sanity
imprints no further coffin nails on human nature
the radiant twilight unfolds to tell the story yet again
08th February 2017
Love, sweet love!
I am over the moon with love
Poetry has made me see
The beauty that life has in store for us
All we need do is open our hearts each morning
And greet the day with a big wide happy smile
The troubles of yesterday
Were yesterday's troubles
Today is a brand new day
Filled with exciting new things to see and do
Greeting friends and neighbours
Passing along good wishes to total strangers
Being kind to the cashier at the grocery store
Smiling for no reason
Except to share happiness with those
Whose life needs a bit of relief
From their daily trials and tribulations
It's surprising how just a kind word or two
Can brighten up someone's day
And make it just a little bit happier, a little bit brighter
Small things can mean oh so much
And they don't cost a single red penny
A happy attitude is free for the taking
But is worth a bundle in satisfaction
A bundle of the one thing we all crave
Love, sweet love!
© Jack Ellison 2014
at the entrance to the drive-in church the road divides deceptively
the sign signals divisive directions but mediates midway at midnight
Saviour salvation spirit Satan superstition sacrilege
God giving guidance gluttony greed gyrations
resurrection rejuvenation revelations agnostics atheism antitheses
righteousness roadside assistance available ‘enter at your own peril’
prayers pious power soda pop popcorn psychedelics putrid paranoia
temple tables terra-firma trivia temptation tribulations
selfless sacred sustenance slivering snake salivating
the slow-motion picture posits poignant perusal but it’s a silent movie
apart from back seats groaning settling for sex sperm and splits sheaths
scripted sanguine suggestions sighs salubrious screams
sanctimony shelter serenity suffering secrets sneakiness
spare me serpent and ravaging rod please hit me with your rhythm stick
appease the apple anchor my appetite avert my agonizing aspirations
Eve enters the epic production while Mary Magdalene marries measure
suddenly the speaker system sounds in supersonic spectacle’s squeals
sheep and shepherd apparition or angels dreams or duped delirious dance
purity pinnacles pentacles punishment penetration perspiration
chaste cinematic celebrations cradling caresses X rated cross
on the way home the bubble and the tyres burst into almighty shreds
but the spare rubber went missing and God works in mysterious ways
29th August 2020
Doubts can be planted like a seed
Growing within, for all that we need
Consistency falters, direction fades
The doubts take over in the shade
I saw the light shining high above
Bright as the earth glowing with love
So bright, I walked and couldn’t resist
To focus on the positive through the mist
In a garden spread out, waiting to grow
With shifting thoughts in wind that blows
Across the land, implemented in the mind
Helping me to focus on what to find
Things that work in life or what does not
To help the soul move on with what is sought
As there will always be tribulations to face
On any given day or at any found place
Doubts are only what we allow them to be
When we make the given choice not to see
Heidi Sands
12/2/17
It's funny how we go day to day acting as if life is just fine
That's something found only in fairy tales and nursery rhymes
True we hold up the image portraying everything's okay
Even though someone wakes with a purpose of tyring to ruin your day
We walk about emotionless pretending that we're strong
Dealing with life and it's only mission, to prove that you are wrong
Putting too much into people that wouldn't invest in us
Dumping all our trust in something we don't even trust
Trials and tribulations makes it harder and harder to cope
Watching revelations come upon us and we act as if it's a joke
Looking towards the future and we see there is no hope
Its like watching your house burn down and everything goes up in smoke
What use pushing for change when we refuse to draw the line
All the jealousy and hatred from so many narrow minds
Closing eyes on the truth that we're facing the end of times
Ain't it funny how we go day to day acting as if life's just fine