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Upset one, knives felt in your back
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Whispering messages sent round the block
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Recreant bullies deliberate destruct
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Treacherous two-faced hypocrites
Speak up against one when one attacks you
They'll group together the bully gang crew
They follow like sheep to try to seem cool
Encouraging each other, each torturing tool
Lecture on righteousness, go against it themselves
Bullies own egos stacked high on their shelf
Clever smart answers to try and impress
Wilful nastiness they will not suppress
Pushing, goading with a poisonous tongue
Septic words spoken that can't be undone
Negative words tightens noose round a neck
Friends and families mourn their own dead
Why batter and beat to control and feel strong?
When most know its wicked and morally wrong
No bullying, no tears, no victims to suffer
Kindness, respect - no pain to another.
12.12.20
Faced with the monster of doubt, a chill spreads
Deep within me, and my heart feels like lead,
It looms far and wide, a worrisome sight,
Stealing away shine of my inner light.
It stretches its shady shape, sharp and dark,
Filtering fears upon me like a shark,
A tough terrific touch, a monstrous maw,
Subjecting my spirit to nature's claw.
It is doubt in the supreme divine glow,
A muddy river that after rains flow,
Streaming from the darkness of black despair
And feeding on the lack of inner care.
I kneel on the ground, though body may shake,
For courage and new faith, the vows I make,
To defy the monster, face it all way,
And wear my bravery all night and day.
With every breath I make a silent plea
For belief and strength to set my soul free,
To vanquish doubt, to dispel away fear
And hold seams of my secret vision clear.
For beneath all and every inner fright
Lies the hidden gleams of light, shining bright,
A moment to seek grace, to understand
And walk with wilful purpose through the land.
The monster may rage, it may claw and bite,
But within I possess an inner light,
A renewed steady flame, a burning will,
That through trials the monster cannot kill.
As the brute slowly shrinks, its power wanes,
My spirit soars and shakes away the strains,
Those chains of dread that before held me bound,
Now I`m on solid, shining serene ground.
The monster of doubt fades, a distant cry,
Beneath a calm cheerful celestial sky
And I`m reborn, with faith and strength anew,
Having faced the darkness and seen it through.
“With patience and perseverance
We can win the hardiest race.”- By author
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Patience and Perseverance
On the journey of life when we embark
Let patience allied with perseverance
Be the lighthouse, our path to lit with spark
And permeate our spirit with endurance;
When wilful whirling winds waft down our soul
Let us not yield to dark clouds of despair
But forge ahead steadfast towards our goal
Without a single shaggy seam of scare;
Let`s not try the hilltop at once to clinch
As we may tumble down a dizzy slope
But, move forward step by step, inch by inch
With patience and perseverance to cope;
With patience we earn the Lord`s divine grace,
With perseverance we win the tough race.
A lovely voluptuous oriental maid
Dark and beautiful her luscious mane
Strange dark eyes held a magnetic pull
Ivory skin gleamed from within
Fell for a high ranking man of God
Used and rebuked in disarray she collapsed
Hated by women and shamed by men
Vowed to gather her ever falling name
Proud she stood in all that dirt
Able and strong in her inner strength
A glorious transformation, rich and luxuriant
Gushed into the sunshine of freedom
Her marble coolness and hidden passions
Raised her status from a fallen woman
With kindness and an ever loving heart
This immortal flower in the world of sin
Wild and wilful, and abundantly sweet
A Goddess or Saint or a demon’s offspring
Proved the might of a woman scorched
By leading a life of her own creation
Leaving behind heartprints of kindness
And courage to stand alone and stop abuse
By-Tahera Mannan
For Constance La France’s ‘Tell Her Story’ contest
Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest - Robert James Liguori
TOUCH MY LIFE: Glenn Hughes: TRAPEZE - MEDUSA (1970)
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I've been waiting
For so long
For Lord for you My lord
To touch my life
Now I feel it inside
Lord, stay with me this life
All of my life I’ve been running away
Around and around
Never turning inside
You are my soul, my voice, my life force
Lord, stay with me this life
I can’t wait
To embrace you like a child
Feel your love, Lord touch my life
Without your grace, I am empty inside
Oh this wilful life
I have lost much time, I now
Need you more Lord,
I want to feel your grace
Touch my soul
Touch my life
Dear Lord, I feel blessed
Now that I realize I need you
I need to visualize
I have got to have some
I’ve got to feel you Lord
I kneel and bow to feel so
The touch of your hand Lord,
I feel, I feel, Oh the feeling’s now inside
Hope and Faith
With my body suffering from acute pains
After a fall on a slippery floor,
With the back hitting against the footsteps
And several ribs fractured at the core
Sleep becomes utterly vain,
Conflicting thoughts and clashing concepts
Invariably invade my mind,
The days seem to be dull, dreary and long,
Hardly inner peace I can find
And only wish my course not to prolong.
But the mind, after deliberations,
Counsels me not to forsake hope,
Not to give way to emotions
Nor a dark despair to adopt
But to cherish and nurture hope
As it is the effulgent light
That keeps the spirit ever bright,
Spurs man to rise up if he falls,
To move ahead to reach his real goal
And mark his imprint in the human scroll.
Hope enshrines a positive attitude,
Helps to discern the bright side of life
Relieves man from obnoxious solitude,
Assuages his arduous daily strife
And lends a hand to restore one`s health,
The most precious gift in the world
Which no amount of treasures or wealth,
And not even the rarest of pearls,
Can retrieve for one striving for a last breath
And who maintains hope at arm`s length.
Yet a low voice deep from my inner self
Extols the the virtues of faith in the Lord
As faith in the Lord is faith in oneself
And not to think of the Lord we can`t afford;
He cares for us in ways we can`t believe,
Extends His hands to temper our downfall,
Works out wonders our pain to relieve
And showers His grace on us if we call
On Him with wilful faith and devotion
And with resolute determination.
By Krishnanand Guptar
Killick
Sailing across the voyage of life
Amidst witty wilful waves of trials
Often subdued with wicked wily spells of pains
Buffeted below the belt by wild woeful winds
Faith ever serves me as my killick
Never lets my boat run astray
Day and night holds me to the shore
Averts my drifting against rocks of despair
Holds me firm during tempestuous gales
Secures me during winters of distress.
When darkness of night veils my life
When hands of fate deal me massive blows
When clouds of loneliness enrol me
When the low tide subdues my spirit,
The killick, as a guardian angel,
Softly whispers in my dainty ears
To gaze at the heavens with flame of faith high
Comforts me its vigil will outlast my breath
And it will keep me company till judgment day
When my soul reaches the celestial sky.
She is a lady of the night
Has come to ply her wares
Her dress is so provocative
For her safety no one cares
They say she gets what she deserves
They hold her at arm's length
But her resolve to do her job
Is where she gets her strength
Now say she didn't risk her life
There for those with intent
Placate their carnal urges
And calm that wilful gent
Is it because she walks the street
That other girls can see
From those that could be dangerous
There's no need for them to flee
They closed the brothels in her town
She had some safety there
Did anyone defend her?
Or did anybody care?
So next time you see this lady
Or maybe others of her kind
Don't turn your back and spurn her
Out of sight, is out of mind
Written: January 18, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Robert James Liguori
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The skies seemed erratic with dull rage.
A freakish breeze is beginning to gage.
Their pompous struggle across the sea.
Evocative of some sort of antique age.
From distant swale, a solid hush withdrew
As recalcitrant clouds began to brew.
Their chatoyant bellies flashed gilded fire,
A strong omen no sailor could misconstrue.
Then came the foofaraw — a copious roar,
Waves irrupt as beasts against the shore.
A shellback cursed the tempest’s devil heart,
Calling it a gossip bent on settling a score.
The wind, verbose in its wilful might,
Rebuked the cliffs through the howling night.
Its fustian bellow is inspissated with rain
Turned every halcyon memory into fright.
Lightning carved a partita through the sky,
A wild, sequacious dance that dared not die.
Thunder replied with slippery weight,
Thick and rolling, an aficionado reply.
The sea spun an enigma of rising foam.
A xenogenesis of chaos away from home.
Even gulls, those fickle arbiters of storm.
Quite a false peace where shades roam.
Yet with the storm girlish force and might,
Through every sanguine hope taking flight,
A lone lantern glimmered in limpid defiance,
A spark of courage refusing the night.
And when dawn chose to liaise with the land,
Its brief gold brushed the waves as a hand
Coddling the wreckage, gentle and genteel,
As if forgiving the storm for all it had planned.
The Pink Balloon
A pink balloon abandoned post fest
Now sails upon the summer breeze’s crest
A wayward dot of hue against the azure sky
With freedom unbridled and free to fly
Lighter than light it succumbs to the flow
Above the patchwork fields and green below
And over streets where pointing people see
This dancing sphere of blush with endless glee
While onwards and upwards on alluring route
This rubbery bubble whirls and twirls and flouts
Tantalising and fleeing from an earthly confine
Upon its inflated skin are sunny rays of shine
Its course below now changed to woody land
And in the distance the ocean’s cerulean band
Where lands afar await this rosy wilful ball
But the gas within depletes and it begins to fall
Instead of grand new ventures, it yields to a tree
Amid spiky branches, it’s trapped, no longer free
With final poke by one barbed bough upon the top
Pierces its fragile skin with one resounding pop