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The Night Glenfell
A summer solstice candle breezing midst the twilight air
Where aloft the dizzying height of storey twenty four
That gazed with envy upon firm Lancaster Green below
(brutalist style,) A concrete pitted monument that yearned for the great celeste
Brutalist pinnacled cage that cements the scape
Where concrete structures eradicate the green
And take their place betwixt an urban utopia
It couldn’t happen again, not after Lakanal
Same thing! An electrical fault on some cheap device
And wrong protocol that caused sad loss of life
So Grenfell Tower had earned its landlords easy money
Their affluence procured from the deprived
( one exit
Overlooked rich Kensington and Chelsea. Deprived Grenfell. Extremes of poverty and affluence.
Lakanal House fire 2009 loss of life. The deceased given the wrong protocol. No lessons learnt.)
The flames played havoc, a creeping plumage that consumed new cladding
Where silent souls submitted to the wealth of intense heat
Free light for rich Chelsea and Kensington to peruse
Across the great divide of worth
To witness this sacrificial rite of greed
One exit to free them from their plight
Secured within this night-time prison
Where embers from the debris punctured the sky
And fell like tears upon the deep below
As the blaze took hold with vengeance square
Who knows the fear behind those walls
Of those who faced a fate within this burning pyre
Stuck in the lofty heights of concrete block
Where dwelling upon dwelling saves space
And claustrophobia abounds
Charred shrine upon the sky-line gray
Sad recall for those who remain
There but for providence go….
The night that Glenfell
Babies, they will cry and cry;
They have plenty of reason;
It must be hard to come here,
From the other side.
Leaving Heaven's not easy;
Especially to, come here.
But, each child will bring gifts with
Them that, can change things.
With each birth also comes hope,
They'll use those gifts for good and
Change the course of Earth's future.
They must grow up here.
In this realm of doom and gloom;
Take care not to corrupt them.
Someday they'll have ideas
to improve life, the
Hinges for, the future's door.
The future, it then becomes
Whatever we dream and do
A utopia.
Serenity. Is this an unrealistic state of being
an imaginative state that's deemed to be utopia
Is serenity achievable in this crazy world
determinedly hellbent on maintaining dystopia
Serenity an emotional state of being
deeply enshrouded by feelings of much love
Through the heart, stimulation
by divine messages from above
Serenity is this a state of being
oft confused with solitude
Or is it when community abounds
serenity oozing gaining amplitude
Solitude not always a recipe for serenity
an active mind many thoughts are buzzing
Alone and disturbed, perhaps
much swearing and associated cussing
In the soul the serenity vessel is proportional
when the vessel's full of love
Serenity, no space for angry emotion
when the vessel's full of anger
No serenity no space for love devotion
Serenity is it only when the soul
is surrounded by creations of nature
Many birds are chirping, soak up the warmth of sun
the scent of many flowers all raise a joyous stature
Serenity a harmonious state of self loving support
Engage the mind in meditation serene visionary thought
Serenity it's an individual call
what brings about one's calmness
may not apply to all
Serenity released embrace the blissful soul caress
(a-NAY-le-fin)
Come, let your imagination flow free
Climb aboard, fly away with me
To this magical land called ANEYLEPHIN
A land of goodness with 'ear to ear' grins
Play among fields of perfumed flowers
Dance between drops of warm spring showers
Hugs are the currency in this fantasy land
So no excuses, drop by when you can
It's my utopia, my sunshine state
What more can I ask, it fills up my plate
Wait a darn minute! What do I hear?
A bunch of cynics bending your ear?
Whatcha been smoking? I heard someone ask
It's liquid joy juice from a happiness flask
If they still insist on wearing a frown
Don't let these guys drag you down
Pay no attention, they're jealous you see
So gather 'round children just follow me
To this magical land called ANEYLEPHIN
Clear your mind, let the sunshine in!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Borrow a lantern from the endless road
to illuminate the dance of a pair of shadows.
Borrow the sun from a summer's evening
to bask in its apricity in a winter meadow.
Borrow an antediluvian creek with a thousand twists and turns
to carry the flickering beacon of hope to a clandestine tryst.
Borrow a melodious tune from the bygone days
to softly sing what time has ripped away.
Borrow the stars from a distant constellation
to decorate the noctivagant nights of separation.
Borrow the refulgent moon from a lunar festival
to adorn the blackest twilights with cosmic ensemble.
Borrow moments from the the elusive clock's embrace
to connect the dots of memories that won't efface.
Those silhouettes separated by the wind said they loved too shallow.
Those figures drenched in rain said they do not fear the cold.
Those burning on the pyre said they do not fear pain.
Those drowning in the sand said they would never suffocate.
How many souls will the boundless storm hold?
How many lives will this ring of fate control?
But there is always trust that the wind cannot break,
always tears that the rain cannot wash away.
There are always ashes that the fire cannot dissipate,
always determination that the Earth cannot enslave.
At the opposite ends of a rainbow,
two unforgetting ghosts.
Borrow the paradise from a far-off utopia
to lend them a life of eternal happiness.
Even if we shall be in timeless debt.
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7 of the King James Bible
Let's uplift one another with glad cheer
Prompted by the Lord toward kindness-gear
Around partnership, calling friends as dear.
Let’s spread uplifting bliss midst hope’s delight
With hearty laughter of jubilant sprite
Triumphing over woes, vanquishing fright.
Let’s uplift the hurting with heartfelt smile
Making our presence felt… not just a while
Since prayers do prop them in their trial.
Let’s share uplifting peace, marked by God’s grace
That whispers His mercy around warm embrace
Compassion-propelled to win in life’s race.
Let’s uplift our neighbors, reaching them out
Offering help that conquers painful pout
Through faith-blest kindness sans shadow of doubt.
Let’s continue in Christ’s uplifting love
As selfishness and greed … we get rid of
To enjoy blessings from heaven above.
March 22, 2024
4th place, "Unadorned, Utopia, Utterly, Uplifting" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/25/2024
Written: October 26, 2023
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At the bottom of a boundless cosmic sea.
An excellent, universal command decree
Idiosyncratic anthems permeate the air.
Unfathomable eternal marvels fit beyond dare.
In a gothic universe with endless space.
Quantum supernovae withdraw a trace.
A sanctuary to tune in and heal your spirit.
Hence, a realm of wonders of flair inhibits
Misleading me to a spot where I will never roam
The lure of an era that once held me as home
I chased a comet's tail through the rodent hole.
Within an ancient oak so weak, on a witch pole
An owl whispered to me, "To whit, to wooed."
Bound, swollen, and sad, I lay in an aged feud.
Clouds gave the sky an ethereal, vibrant blue.
Rays that are breathtaking in their hidden hue
A secluded elixir, a dreamscape to tackle
Love, hate, and despise pursuant a rackle.
Evasion and criticism both refresh the soul.
A vital refuge is where worries are whole.
I'm famished for such a haven of peacefulness.
At once, the ground coated me with evilness.
Amid a sanctuary of four-leafed clovers.
In the last scale, field flowers and elves rollers
Where the paths bend and descend.
A straight jacket greeted me at the trend.
Man, shy yet potent, strong and protective.
Tough and rude, but distraught and attentive.
These tyrants of men with fat belly eyes Infect our dreams.
Soulless sorcerers of threadbare promises.
Who masterfully manipulated the hopes
Of a disappointed people,
And we the demented fools believed,
Believed with all our hearts,
That they can turn our dusty tracks into roads.
Of shiny gold.
And soon beneath a cool winter's sky
A flock of black coated demigods will land and will grow fat and hungry,
as they try to swallow the world,
Their hidden hatred, faces within faces.
And we the blinkered fools cursed with forgetfulness,
Who are deaf to things we should know,
Lap their words up like sugary cream.
They'll make us giants again,
And we the superior idiots can sit and watch our enemies burn,
And only the treacherous will mourn,
We'll cheer and sing and guzzle gallons of freedom beer,
Nobody cares if the world is illusion, a facade for the gullible
And soon they'll be no truth but post truth,
Delivered by nasty little spirit men,
Who will cleanse the soul of history.
To make us believe that ignorance
And brutality diluted in a bath of bitter words,
Can restore the improbable dream of
A suburban utopia
We the trudging mass will accept,
As we always accept such things,
Warmed by a PR smile and saccharin sweetness of snake oil charm ,
And they will reduce us to dollar counters
Counting greasy money into greasy tills
And the fat will get fatter hiding their delight,
Behind sneering eyes,
And the only rest for a working man will be
The graveyard's soil
After a lifetime of Infinite toil,
Their victory is assured.
S A N C T U A R Y
S Sadly for all pompous pooh-bahs S
A arrogance vaunts a venal vista, A
N no hope for an infinite heaven. N
C Can contempt claim one’s logic? C
T Tyrants are blind to afterthought T
U Undoubtedly, Satan is their guru; U
A alas, ageless abyss, his “utopia." A
R Refuge is promised from our Father, R
Y "You have in God, a safe sanctuary." Y
S A N C T U A R Y
November 5, 2021
MORTAL
I have nothing
Except the air in my lungs
Which will one day return
To whom it belongs
I am a mortal
On a mission
On earth to survive
Each day I thank the creator
For keeping me alive
For my coming to this world
Was not by chance
If life is music
Then I know the dance
For many have died
With riches on earth
With no legacy to leave
And they are squeezed by death
Why seek after worldly things?
When we will one day leave
Why not show some generosity?
And try to learn how to give
And tomorrow
My son will take over my place
And teach love and kindness to the rest of the human race
Honour and loyalty are the virtues of gods
But in the world today we live like shameless dogs
The ultimate sacrifice is only achievable through death
So take courage my brother and take a deep breath
And imagine Utopia
A place that we will go
Not when we are dead
Because on earth we can achieve it though
Devoid of the greed and the sadness of this world
Where no spear is thrown
Or rocks hurled