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The only life-saving boats
sailing ever so smoothly
on the blistering hot sands
of the mighty desert seas
These majestic mighty animals
of rare strength and endurance
the Camel......oh...God what a creation
indeed it is to serve the mankind,
in terranes of inhabitation ..the deserts...
absolutely unfriendly, deadly and hostile ;
there it treads on the deadly hot desert sea
dry, bereft of any trace of surface water
no qualms on its small eyes
of any sign of pain .... having to
carry on its back hunched
a load of men and women and
their belongings to transcend
this dreary stretch of seemingly endless
sands disturbed by wind blowing hot
in the day and cold in the night....
oh.... I learn from the Camel's master
that in its small peak of hunch on the back
it has water stored as reserve pouch
which in extreme need of hour
it (the Camel) is willing to offer
to the parched thirsty mouths of its
travelers journeying on its back
at the expense of its own life
oh... what a sense of motherly sacrifice
this animal possesses...
Oh.... Camel.... I salute thee
for your inherent sense of extreme Tolerance
even men do not seem to possess
Oh Camel the desert boat of majesty
I salute thee
Here I sit alone in my ‘prison cell’
Cut off from the ones I love – it is a living hell
I feel so alone, I crave human contact, anyone would be great
Just someone to talk to - it doesn’t have to be a mate
Splendid isolation between these four walls
Scared to venture out my room in case an intruder calls
I lock my door every time I leave
In case someone comes to take what little I have to thieve
There is no one here to share my fears
No one to hold my hand or wipe away my tears
The ones I love are far from me
No one to listen to my plea
I need to be brave to soldier on
In a few days we will be gone
Back to the home from where we came
Until then I play the waiting game
This is my first poem since childhood, written when my husband was undergoing cancer surgery in November 2013. I felt so isolated and also very vulnerable in the hospital accommodation which was a flat that had 4 lockable bedrooms and a shared kitchen but was shared by both men and women
I had my laptop and my phone .. but what I really needed was someone to be there at my side. My son had just started university and had enough stress being away from home especially with his father being ill. My father prevented me from telling my mum of my husband's cancer so I had no support at all from my immediate family.
15th Feb 2014
Submitted to Loneliness Contest Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Submitted to A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France
Those who are tough lived long enough
(from puerile juvenile to senile immobile)
to become on the world's bum a boil
in the very end my good friend old chum
will finally shuffle off their mortal coil
go to the dogs then pop their clogs
come to some harm and buy the farm
get a leg out check out peg out
or as bad luck would have it kick the bucket
when they give up the ghost and they're toast
if they were an eskimo
we'd sit them out on the ice and snow
but we're humane we do maintain
ne'er more to roam we condemn them
for life to an old folks' home
where the infirm may wither and dither
hanging around dwindling down
until the day they f-fade away
People have learned it is okay to be themselves
They no longer have to follow their parents or any dogma
They can make up their own religion, and no one cares.
People watch television twenty-four hours a day now.
Children can be disrespectful to their parents,
And it is normal. No one says anything until they get
So out of hand they have to be jailed, usually about age eighteen
When their mamas cannot “save” them from their bad choices any more.
We have computers in our houses, and we have something called Internet
Which means dictionaries, Thesaurus and world books are out-of-date, not used.
No one knows what RSVP means any more. Teachers call in sick now on Mondays.
No one keeps a job for twenty-five years; twenty-five months is the norm.
We have been to the moon, and we have mooned each other at football games.
Women are tattooing their arms, legs, backs, and piercing their navels.
Lots of people can work out of their houses and never have to socialize with others.
Electronic devices keep us entertained, so we never have to speak to each other.
Most people do not cook anymore because we run out to a restaurant all the time.
Some families do not even keep food in cupboards; we could eliminate kitchens.
We fell into the Twilight Zone in 2020 with a virus called the Corona 19.
Schools, restaurants and bars were closed by Marshal law. More on that later.
If you find this verse slightly apocalyptic, don't despair. We are not there yet. But the trend has started
Mankind, on the brink of change
We're at the cusp, robotics age
Lives, work and love be re-arranged
The world stares down a yet blank page
No, nothing will be as we used to
Computer brains solving all
Insert itself our minds into
Not like a breeze but as a squall
This automation will be scary
When fix your car and buy the food
The changeover rather hairy
"It will be for your own good"
A.I. knows all of your demeanor
More than you're knowing of yourself
To act as guard, assistant, screener
But also master in itself
The jobs be lost. Don't need as many
Good working skills - A.I. is king
They will be gone like U.S. penny
The change is what new age shall bring
Controlled by phones and computers
No longer conscious what we see
Hey, women, men're no longer suitors
As if all guys are swept to sea
Robotics ends the "loving troubles"
Those wanting sex will find it cheap
While marriage heads to utter rubbles
Girls shall be left alone, to weep
The feminism shall be finished
Good wives, be clinging to thy men!
Deranged dames be diminished
Caprice, delusion equals ban
"The intellect grows kids in vitro"
Oh, ladies, time to change your mind
Be meek and loyal, as in retro
Or find yourselves be left behind
Men opt for freedom, solace, money
Them choosing peace is way to go
Build fewer families, unfunny
And populations shrink, not grow
A pension doled to all the living
No jobs be left in one's old field
Expect no longer earn a living
Perhaps a fate to be unsealed
Computers write software and verses
The actors dead to play again
Gene mods avail age reverses
And there will be no more pain
My verse describes the thinnest sliver
Of what is coming down the pike
The Earth beneath our feet shall quiver
Choose to accept it or dislike
January 18, 2026
My navigation seems as though toward eternity,
Though I'm alone, I could feel an unknown fraternity;
Surrounding the highway, both sides, are beautiful greenbelts,
While passing the mountainous paths from peaks rocks soft snow melts...!
I started alone from the darkness of obscurity,
Fate, midst kith and kin, has been my constant security;
Each season of summer, spring, autumn, winter, and monsoon,
I've been moving through a grand universal rhythmic tune...!
The path is not, always, symmetrically straight and smooth,
Scenes and landscapes do not always, sensory organs sooth;
Turns, twists, terrifically tricky titanic tunnels,
Hills and mountains that resemble black brown and grey funnels...!
Graves like Pits, ditches, drenches, potholes, and patch-ups pop up,
Dogs, cats, cows, donkeys, horses, and even wild beasts mix up;
Wrong-side, drunk, speedaholic, wreckless, and ruthless drivers,
Men and women who ignore signals and road-dividers...!
My aim, midst these, like a river toward the sea, is clear,
Day or night winter or summer, I have nothing to fear;
Humans or animals I meet, good or bad, I confront,
I drive ahead, calm and quiet, fighting each battlefront...!!!
21 January 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 34 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
We became friends before she lost herself
Growing up together, we loved many of the same things
As a young wife, in an abusive situation, she had reinvented herself
A fearful shadow, hypervigilant.
She had been opinionated and self-assured.
That person was dead; gone, buried, her ashes blown.
I offered to pay for her therapy. She smiled but did not reply.
She flinched a bit when I persisted, so I stopped.
She followed me around for a year or two
Doing what I was doing, saying what she thought I wanted her to say
I released her into the wind, hoping she could rediscover herself
I told her to come back when she remembered who she used to be.
We have fallen into the unknown
We have, once again, been left alone
We are in the depths of darkness
In the den of our dire distresses…
You gave us miracles and curses
Gifted us with such vivacious verses
You brave the storms within and then,
Our infinite battles are left unwon again
The silent wars within
Has trapped us in our sin
And never again will we rise
Unless we fall into our demise
Till then,
Fearlessly motivate others with miracles and not one curse
Will fade away our gifted verses and our tragedies in reverse
Once again…
Men and women, it has been shown
We are stronger than we realize altogether
If we don’t reap what we have sown,
We are stronger united and as a feather
You gave us miracles and curses
Gifted us with such vivacious verses
You brave the storms within and then,
Our infinite battles are left unwon again
The silent wars within
Has trapped us in our sin
And never again will we rise
Unless we fall into our demise
Till then,
Farewell, black rose of death’s dark vale and not one curse
Will fade away our gifted verses and our tragedies in reverse
Once again…
We all go through our hardships and tribulations
These wallowing, spiraling feelings of hopelessness
Has sheltered us with disgrace and frustrations
Please understand where we stand in this marsh of a mess
You gave us miracles and curses
Gifted us with such vivacious verses
You brave the storms within and then,
Our infinite battles are left unwon again
The silent wars within
Has trapped us in our sin
And never again will we rise
Unless we fall into our demise
Till then,
Farewell to our worthless denial and lies and not one curse
Will fade away our gifted verses and our tragedies in reverse
Once again…
We are together in this…
Ascend beyond our torn and forlorn souls of incomplete masterpieces
We shall rise in happiness
Destroy the anthem of agony and defeat the past, resting in pieces
Despite our weariness and distress,
We follow the footsteps of our progress
Out of the depths of darkness
Out of the fiery pit of fretfulness
Arise the endless miracles and curses…
Once again…
Till then,
We will continue to rise
From our utmost demise
Elspeth returned home early from the party.
Kept her fancy earrings and her slip on.
They made her feel jazzy
Sat on the floor to get cool
Ran her fingers up the frosted glass of the window
Began to write
Was not satisfied, so turned her words into an airplane.
Wondered why she is always the first one home
Is it because she is hard to please?
Or because she knows she would rather be alone
Than spend time with a date who is banal and boring?
Maybe a little bit of both
Her fingers drummed on the cold glass
She felt herself humming. her spirits lifted a bit
Proud she was not willing to waste time with Mr. Wrong