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Dementia and Reflection
Years hence, beyond the glow of self-confidence,
When age `clipses youth and the body weakens
And pills prescribed are swallowed to prevent
Further worsening of the brain’s cognizance
As the soul pleads relief from the crippling disease,
When age `clipses youth and the body weakens
And palsy skin-mottled hands feel ill at ease
As forgetfulness succumbs to hysteria,
And the soul pleads relief from the crippling disease.
Pertinacity strives sans euphoria,
And dementia replaces the genius
With forgetfulness and hysteria,
Interrupting daily living continuous
As the soul meanders without permanence,
And insidious dementia robs the genius
Of faculties, dignity, and consciousness;
Years hence, beyond the glow of self-confidence,
When the transient soul searches for permanence,
And pills are swallowed to retain cognizance.
We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve
We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn
Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
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We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give
Shift in place,
Move still while keeping silent.
Deafening screams locked behind teeth
Some profound rage kept from an
Ineffable target.
Held In place,
By un-moving days.
Simmering at the surface.
Hidden by the stoic face.
Waiting for the instance,
When the world will cease the snail's pace.
Primed for even a sliver of movement.
So it may strike a hand into the stream.
As time rushes by, finding its mark.
An object to direct that malice towards.
Expelling the poison that has accumulated.
Worsening with every breakfast and dinner.
Despite the mania it brings,
And injuries I inflict.
It is cathartic.
A moment of motion
Is better than a life of stillness.
Lucious , the sources ae not clear:
yet with all understanding
of those things
loved, I must mention a
togetherness bound for marriage
might only honey be sweeter!
The "Tale of Love and Being Loved"
Guided by the appreciation of trudology
might he who wishes me, might
speak the ills of poverty
might I appreciate my havings more<
Might I love in dusty places
to then wash Casear's feet.
Might Casear wishes me as his and only
his: until then I shall take the appreciation
of being his favorite: to the envy of the Crud
which his position attracts.
Lucious they lie in wait in Acerrae: chore then
prepared.That you wishest me to think
you aromantic thru these days. Under his own vine
and fig Tree, to nap and be alone. When all the light
of daytime: has dwindled:dimmed and
is gone. Out in moonlite shadows
does she come to be with thee.
To kiss in evening moonlight
to nourish from the figs of the tree.
Might we render then to Caesar
the things that are Caesars
which wisdom and success.
One then speaks to error might
then and now are same
Precious is thy love for me
I speak ye in Jesus name.
Allt hat thirst needest
all that hunger needest same
from Pagen to Noble s
all needest same
Love of ye in adorance
to speak of lovers plea
to kiss her hand
and pick sweet figs
and stand preparedness
are we
the widest nature
where rains have flooded feilds
destroyed in flooded lands
untamed Hearts sorrowed by
natures wrath
the mammon shock reveals
a lack of information
a truest mouth reveals
to speak words that helpest thee
diligent hands blister that thy
toil to restorate
that worsening conditions deal.
SATB Background
( non lexical Vocables)
written for a Alto Sole
with an Orchastra
They passed the Jicama to the men
they ate it rw.
While the woman prpare a stew
they told a tale of Casear
to the Pervians
"Not that they were hungry:
but would these hungry people eat!"
Chained undulations drew lustful admiration
Hungry hands grabbed slender agile ankles
" Hey, - let her go. A beautiful lady dancing,
Appreciate her", handsome stranger asserted
Narelle, ocean haired sequin harem allure, noted
Broad shouldered, neatly attired stranger
Held clenched fist on table, chest tensed
Touches from spectators ceased, she owed him
More than brawn, chat churned vivid as current
Unattended plates laid wasted on their first date
Passion unleashed her preventative heart, he knew
How to surface her deepest expression, soft coral
His protective nature became a beast to behold
A hundred questions followed her nights at work
Scrutiny of each action she took darkened her outlook
Taunting, belittling were plentiful pawns in his strategy
"I need to leave you," sobbingly declared, her dreams smashed
Twelve tumultuous months of shared living sent apparent
Signs of his worsening control, irrational temper burst forth
Without notice, outrage, accusations and dinner plates flew
Narelle knew instinctively, she'd have to flee far, fresh start
Social strings which held her cut in order to break the chains
Echoing bedroom, sterile kitchen mocked his masculinity
Clamped jaw injected injustice rippling rife in his aching ribs
Dazzled as a bird whose tree's been torn away, she spun in despair
Overwhelming pain gave way to glimmer of next season
Encircled elastic clamps gradually granted brighter realms
Inhibited dreams seasoned her mind's menu with a decent man
17th August 2020
Written for Contest : Woman In Chains
Sponsor : John Hamilton
Inspired by the song video clip of Woman In Chains
by Tears For Fears
Born in Ireland in eighteen seventy four
He was a remarkably brave explorer
Three times to Antartica he did go
To that barren wilderness of ice and snow.
Once with Captain Scott and twice on his own
And it was on his third visit that his bravery became known
The expedition was to reach the southern pole
For all the great explorers, it was the ultimate goal.
The Weddell sea was freezing and tightened its grip
And crushed the Endurance, the expedition ship
The crew saved all the equipment and food stores too
They were stranded on an ice floe there was nothing they could do.
But the floe breaks up and on the sea it floats
So the order was given to launch the life boats
They set sail for Elephant island in the southern ocean
And with worsening conditions approached it with caution.
It was a temporary move, they knew they couldn't stay
Shackleton had to get help, there was no other way
Except for five crewmen all the rest did remain
On the island for four months with its inhospitable terrain.
South Georgia was the place that they needed to get to
From there they would be able to launch a rescue
Eight hundred nautical miles they had to row and sail
Through gigantic waves with snow, ice and hail.
Stromness whale station, it was their goal
But on their boat the harsh conditions had taken their toll
South of the island they had to land on a beach
Thirty six hours north was help, they needed to reach.
Three of the crew were taken ill, no more could they take
So Shackleton and two others, a long trek they did make
They trekked in conditions that could have caused harm
But they reached the whale station and raised the alarm.
The three sick crewman were rescued, thankfully still alive
And the twenty two on Elephant island were struggling to survive
Penguin and seal meat was what they had to eat
But they kept their hopes up not admitting defeat.
On August the thirtieth in nineteen sixteen
A Chilean navy ship on the horizon was seen
It was Shackletons fourth attempt to rescue his crew
Their ordeal was now over, but hell they'd been through.
Written 9th January 2018
This poem is a re-post from last year for the situation is worsening daily.
ELEPHANT’S GHOST
I am represented as a trinket on a
Human's wrist.
I was bought from a vendor,
Sometime last September,
I remember the vendor, he was,
Approached by a man in the street,
This man had stepped out of the shadows,
The vendor to meet.
The man from the shadows
Met with two other men
Their march sounded like military feet.
Money was exchanged, someone
Pointed to a truck down a lonely street,
The poachers knew
This deserted, but well known beat,
In the truck were the tusks of us all,
These despicable people had,
Gunned us down, and one by one,
Including me we met our fall.
Our tusks were hacked out,
Some of us not quite dead no doubt!
But I haven’t lost hope,
It isn’t too late,
To stop our bloody, grizzly fate,
Because a trinket made from part of me,
Means that humans can visibly see,
And then ask, for goodness sake,
Can we not try and end this heartache,
This horrible butchery,
With which we can all agree,
That, trinkets made from the tusks of
An elephant like me, never ever be sold,
And become the past, a history,
That will then only be told,
As a fairy story about wicked men
Who killed elephants in scores of ten.
Elephant proudly is my name,
Please stop this greedy killing game,
I chose to have my ghostly say,
And look forward to the day,
When elephant trinkets no more be made,
And for them be paid
In a sleazy vendors store,
Behind drawn curtains and a greasy floor.
I now can rest,
And feel blessed,
I appeal to all who hear,
For I’ve whispered in your ear,
Please be my mouth piece,
Try and make this madness cease,
Let us in unison say,
Poachers go away!
I am a busy and the mostly used level road which connects the cities to follow.
I take all the pain due to laden speedy vehicles on my chest in a speedy go.
I take the immensely loud noises and extreme heats in dry sunny days not a long ago,
I wet myself in heavy rains and never escape even during cyclonic storms in dismay.
I cry for the victims of unfortunate incidents and hold the bodies and belongings of their remains,
People of all caste, creed, colour and gender use my body as a medium to sustain.
I am silently watching everyone to provide a plot and platform for smooth go without being detained.
My surface scars are deepening and worsening and has no chance to recover,
I promise and assure to give my every bit to help in making a clear way for all my fellow survivors.
They couldn't really sleep but were so tired all day long
Causing them to weep wondering where they went wrong
As night after night came the problem only gets worse
And if things stay the same they'll end up in a hearse
Everything bound up in their head keeps pounding away
Upon each other they fed turning on them day by day
Like a giant wave with no way to get out from under
Now they were slaves as their own being is set asunder
They tried everything, from tapes to books and even pills
But peace that couldn't bring only worsening their own ills
Finally they just cried out, in a loud voice, Lord I need You
Yeah, they had doubt but it was in their choice that was true
They slept well that night, in fact they sleep well every night
Jesus' Name now in sight now showered by a Heavenly Light
The story is about you, just that you haven't finished it yet
But when you finally do, a good night sleep you'll finally get
Genesis 31:40
Thus I was; in the day the drought consumed me,
and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.
I will try tomorrow, I tell myself when the phone rings.
The answering machine is full, which makes me grateful.
A relief.
My sister is always checking up.
What does she think I am doing? Dying in here?
I laugh, knowing she will not drive the forty-two minutes it
takes to find out.
I figure she has befriended my nosy neighbor to try
and get my body out before it starts to rot.
I do not have a cellphone or a computer.
I do not have a TV set.
Too fearful of big brother.
Books are my companions.
I used to have a cat, but my fears are worsening.
I do not go outside any more. Have not been out there
for three years, maybe. Possibly six.
Amazon boxes come. I eat cereal mostly, with
powdered milk. Only opening the door to get them
inside if no one is in the hallway. If someone is, I
do not bother.
I pick up my book and begin to read.
I know I should call the gas company.
It must be a mistake but I do not feel like speaking
to a human today.
I will try tomorrow.
There is a knock on the door.
My heart begins beating triple time.
I imagine them coming in here.
I can hear it in my ears.
I sit quietly, not daring to turn the page,
for fear they will hear.
Footsteps leave. Probably the lady my sister
befriended. I do not even know her name,
all I know is that I do not like her. I turn the
page only after I am confident no one can hear.