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Verse holds secrets here
Watch cheer uproot fear
Lines of words converge
Feel strange thoughts emerge
Reason knows precise
What feelings advise
Stanzas in a gist
Contain more than list
Feel the feeling deep
Watch how touch now peeps
Less is more you see
Feelings surge to be
Word pictures cast spell
Ply heaven and hell
If you must know more
Feel deeply your core
Strange verses now line
Feeling thoughts combine
Feel and feel some more
Curious wonder stores
Watch how poetry sings
Of grand happenings
Leon Enriquez
30 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
How Could I have Been So Blind
How could I have been so blind
Not to see what is happening in these times
All I saw was dark
Lord your word and love
Created a spark
While putting joy in thy heart
It’s sad the world teaches to live against you
Our Savior that is pure and true
How could I have been so blind
But the world had taught
Me to live moment for its time
Chasing pleasures and world’s delights
Thank you Lord
For coming and giving me sight
Teaching me to turn from sin
For my soul I shall win
Taking it one day at a time
Not worrying of what tomorrow shall find
Knowing you are in control
of the past, present, and future to come
I thrive on your word to
Make me uproot and sprout
For you take away all doubt
You have shown me
One thing that will remain
This is your word and name
As you will always reign
Home is the word we love to hear:
The dreams are never over,
They are always a break through: after the tears:
An x is lodge in our heads was it the,
rock, a tree, or the hidden board,
Time welt serve: time to cash in
Time uproot the rocks
that tree and those loose boards
would this be a happy ending?
You had choose the life of crime
The crime didn’t nail itself:
Every day a black man
Under the age of twenty
Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light
He longs to return to his mother womb:
I see the love of their mothers
While she holds their hands at age three
at age twenty three I see the replacement :
the chrome bracelets: the resentment
Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black:
**“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.”
? Amit Kalantri**
*“Oh Child
Look within
Find your ForeMothers
Find them
Find them”
? Malebo Sephodi**
Rise, We Will Rise
Rise, we will rise.
Though we were trampled on the red dust roads of Africa,
our roots run deeper
than the ancient baobab.
The wind may bend us,
but it cannot uproot us.
Rise, we will rise.
We crossed oceans
to clean the glittering cities of Europe,
washing floors that will never know our names.
Yet every drop of sweat
waters the dreams of our children.
Rise, we will rise.
Mocked by strangers,
beaten by neighbors,
our scars are not marks of defeat—
they are the maps
that lead us back to our strength.
Rise, we will rise.
My own father wounded me,
but pain will not become my inheritance.
Like the eagle riding the African sunrise,
I choose the sky
instead of the storm.
Rise, I will rise.
The children next door despise me
for sharing the little food on their table.
Still,
I would rather be remembered
for an open hand
than a closed heart.
Rise, I will rise.
For I have heard
the drums across the savannah.
I have seen the rivers
that never stop flowing.
I have watched the acacia
stand tall against the burning sun.
Nature whispers one truth:
Endure. Grow. Rise.
We are not the dust beneath their feet.
We are the seed within the dust.
Bury us,
and we become a forest.
Silence us,
and we become a song.
Break us,
and we become a generation
that refuses to kneel.
Rise, we will rise.
Like the sun over Kilimanjaro.
Like the roar of Victoria Falls.
Like the first rains after a long drought.
Rise, Takunda, Rise
Rise, my people.
Rise...
We will rise.
A Red Rose Yearning For The Wild
I sit in a nursery rhyme
Red
A thousand times.
A pretty rose in a garden bed.
A child's incantation
My blossoms lighting up his face.
But I sit in damnation
Please, please take away from this place.
To a faraway passage off in the wild
With verdant grasses and sunshine.
Away from the eyes of a child
Where I can bare with others on the vine.
Take me, take me, uproot me now
To my angelic children, I now take a bow.
connie pachecho
9/20/17
PERSONIFICATION OF PLANT
Note-Of course connie reads the contest rules wrong,
noting 10 lines max, 14 syllables a line.
Like Snow White
I have unknowingly bitten into the poisonous fruit.
My heart beats just to keep me alive.
I am broken.
I feel nothing.
My heart is being cloaked against a warming.
My body shivers, shakes.
My mind ponders, can love still grow?
The wells have dried I can no longer shed tears.
A strangling weed has begun to take control.
Tangling so deep around my heart that loves light is so hard to find.
A tender feeling brings pain to the center of my being.
The constant negativity is gnawing on my brain making it become numb.
My head reels in pain to think a tender thought.
Mindless chatter is all I hear.
I crave darkness.
A sleep, an endless sleep.
Judge me if you must, condemn me not.
For, I am already condemned.
My blissful memories one by one are slowly fading away.
My warm emotions turning into a cold wind freezing my soul.
Will a true loves kiss when touched my lips rejuvenate my soul
Expel me from the loveless poisons running rampant in my veins.
Uproot the lifeless emotions growing in my heart.
Reheat what passion remains.
Ignite the dying coals.
Like Snow White
Can I still arise to begin anew?
A true loves light capturing my soul.
A touch warming me to my core.
Ending the lonely terror.
Refill the wells with loves true joy.
(A COLLABORATION BY NATASHA L SCRAGG AND ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI)
The luscious, long, green grass
Sways and sweeps and flows.
How far, how fast will this wind travel?
No one really knows!
This same wind could stir up
Whirls and waves in all seas.
This powerful force makes nature dance.
Our senses this does please.
Though it can be disruptive
On a minor or major scale,
It can uproot trees, tear roofs off houses,
It can delay or prevent sails...
It still has its boundaries.
This can be assuring to all, to me and you.
We can't see the wind
But its effects are in plain view.
Sometimes the wind teases us,
Playing with our hair,
Or has us swatting at thistles and leaves
Flying through the air.
The wind can be kind,
Tell to us our coffee's hot.
Or to move our rude cigar,
From its blowing spot.
Wind can be a gentle reminder,
To put on our kid's jacket
Or to lower our voice,
During a downwind racket.
It is always there soft or strong
And never with a hue, that is...
We can't see the wind
But its effects are in plain view.
Heal the sorrow, uproot the sad willow
Make it happy
There's another tomorrow to borrow
To set you free
Burn away the icy ickiness inside me
Churn away the sea of distress that I see
Brew away the sensation of solitude
Chase away my ill-tempered interlude
Many smiles will weigh down the frowns
Many suns will guide you towards moonlit towns
Many hours spent with you is oh so wonderful
Many times, I tell you you're always beautiful
You are...
Beautiful and free
My star...
You'll be free as can be
Your scar...
Will be cured as you flee
You are like an alien on this planet of plenty
You are a passerby, roaming in liberating captivity
Ready or not, I'm coming to the rescue
Believe me, you will be the happier you
Make it happy -
The sorrow that leaves you feeling
Rather crappy
I know, these emotions aren't so appealing
Reality is a cruel, yet honest weapon
That fights our battles or stabs our back
You need some faith fuel once again
So, carry on, carrion heart upon your sack
Never forget how much you mean to me
Never seek revenge, but forgiveness alone shall live
Victory is in the hands of the man of glee
Never take avengeful actions lightly - there's love to give
Enliven the gladness, enlighten the owl's ancient elegance
Make it restore grace to this verse
Renew the remedy of relieving remembrance
To ensnare the burden's curse
And to unwrap unconditional utility...
Uprooting the sad willow's vain insanity
It's the only way
To unchain you from your fatality
Starting today,
I'm going to make you beam, truly
It's the only way
To make you beautiful and Free
With my cheerful sway,
I shall encourage eternal ecstasy
It's the only way,
My beautiful and free angel
It's the only way
Above the ruins of your cell
When we kill a tree
Does a forest sigh
Rustle with grief that
One of them should die.
Is there apprehension,
Do the trees even hear,
The clinking clanking sound
As the felling gang draws near.
The real flowers of the world,
The lungs of the Earth,
Helping cleanse the air from
the moment of their birth.
Their beauty being replaced
By a much lesser scene
As we uproot the trees
To plant Soya bean.
Do the trees around the world
Hear the grieving crying
From swathes of woodland as
They sense their colleagues dying.
Will there be a memorial service
When they've killed the last tree
Will they follow into extinction
The last wild bee.
When the Earth is levelled
And sterile and neat
Under chamfered layers
Of reinforced concrete
And the air gets heavy
With every breath a chore
Each one less satisfying than
The one just gone before
Will we regret we didn't listen
To the almost silent pleas
That rustled through the branches
Carried by the last gentle breeze.
Will a silent protester
Surreptitiously sow
Handfuls of acorns to watch
New Oak saplings grow.
Our God is a moving He never sits still
He's always has something happening but it's only at His will
Hold on it's coming God will restore
Hold it's coming God says just endure
On that day God will uproot all the bitterness
On that day God will display all His magnificence
Justice will be served God's grace will be assured
Hold it's coming God will restore
Those immigrants children locked in cages
Will one day be freed
Those corrupt politicians will soon be ousted
Because of their greed
The office of President will be reaffirmed
Once that malignant Trump is voted out
The river of racism running rampant in America
Will come to experience a drought
For nothing is hidden from God He sees all we do
The good, the bad, the evil and the acts of kindness through and through
As a nation we need to get it together so that we can be revived
With our faith and belief in the Lord God that which helped us survive
But first we can't be distracted by what it used to be and any doubts
We need a whole new mind set to allow God's wisdom in us to ring out
And we can't permit the unexpected turbulence of life
To knock us off our mission
As the road of life is hardly ever smooth
And you may experience a faulty transmission
So hold on it's coming God has a destination for you
Just please stand still and wait for Him to dispatch it through
Just remember to keep your eyes on the attitude indicators
That will signal strife
And stay focused on the road signs showing you
What God its doing in your life
Just don't look left and don't look right
Stay focused on what's ahead
For in order to go to a higher altitude
By the Holy Spirit you must be lead
Hold on it's coming
God's blessings are coming through
Hold on it's coming
God has a destiny for you
HOLD ON IT'S COMING