The warp and the weft, repeating the beat
The weave of the ware of the fabric of life
What's looming? What's left? What pattern repeats
In this tapestry seems to be sweetness or strife
Shuttling between them's emotional whiplash
A journey in learning the middle is midrash
Extremes between seams can leave something coarse
The coin of the realm, from barter to bourse
The subtleties woven and worn of whole cloth
Become torn and tattered when the weaver is wroth
Weaving's deceiving if not done in good faith
Leaving a tale more frail than the wraith
But if the tapestry woven is living with care
Not mediocre but choosing what's apt
The tale leaves a pattern not tattered or bare
And a story that's left the reader enrapt
Russia outproduced the U.S. in artillery, in industry for war
The targets were in Ukraine, deaths that we deplore
The Russians haven't used nukes, Putin didn't allow
The missiles hit in another hemisphere:
for now.
China fortifies its island chains across the southern sea,
Building silos where nuke missiles will be.
It demands Taiwan, it hopes we will kowtow.
A buildup like we've never seen:
for now.
Jihadis rule Afghanistan and Syria too
Imposing in Africa a different world view
Nobody to stop them, will West Africa bow?
I might as well plant begonias:
for now.
Jews have been killed for being Zionist
I have to hope I'm not on some list
I see violence on TV, no sword into a plow
And the raging ocean laps my toes:
For now:
I try to maintain balance on a rope
It's not that I have a false hope
There are bills to pay, paths to wander
Limited time that I don't want to squander
I dread "now" when it finally becomes "then"?
When the storm front faces, when the bear leaves the den.
When we have to fight, but I don't know how
When what we hoped to avoid, becomes imminent now.
A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles.
Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers.
Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles.
As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers.
You can hear the patter of dew, pinging.
The limbs of trees squeezed, tight and shrunk, crackling.
Bells toll the end of summer's reign, ringing,
As the cool winds shake the eaves loose, rattling.
Geese V's migrate south, honking and hinking.
Squirrels chattering, alert owls hooting.
Pebbles in streams bang together, clinking.
Brash summer sounds are quelled quiet, muting.
Autumn whispers winter's advent, looming.
Lilting a soulful bluesy song, crooning.
Love’s touch gentle could not cope
With barbs of an unconscious mind
So took a step back in earnest hope
That God bestows sight to the blind
Rose in one hand, sword in the other
Prayer in heart and song on our lips
Innocence beseeches Divine Mother
May all relinquish ferocity ego grips
In the depths, where shadows loom,
A tale unfolds of a vicious cycle.
Where poverty and despair consume
And dreams crumble amidst rotting isle.
From the ashes of broken dreams.
A spark of hope flickers and gleams.
In the darkest corners, where agony resides,
A glimmer of light and solace lies aside.
Amidst the chaos and relentless plight,
A spirit rises, determined to fight.
With resilience and strength, they break free.
From the chains that bind yet disagree.
In the midst of the storm, they find their voice.
Speaking out against injustice is their choice.
No longer silenced, no longer confined,
They rise above, leaving poverty behind.
Through perseverance and unwavering faith,
They defy the odds and conquer their fate.
No longer victims, they become the change.
Breaking free from the cycle—a cycle so strange
With every step forward, they leave behind,
Shadows that once loomed—are now blind.
Written: June 15, 2023
Binding darkness near
Twilight extinguished for fear
Silence so austere
I feel as if I'm on a boat,
floating on a narrow river,
driven between its banks
by an invisible strong current,
leading me to God knows where.
On either side tall upright poplars
stand on guard as if I might try to escape.
An early greenish hue tints all
and ahead of me I see
a cloudy thick fog.
I wonder who is watching there,
hidden in the thick haze.
I wonder why I am where I am.
Where has my memory gone?
Is anyone hiding behind the trees?
Maybe I have lost my bearings.
Why all these questions in my mind?
Or perhaps I’m dreaming.
Suddenly I notice ahead of me
a fork in the river.
Now I am in a checkmate of indecision
Especially since the river current stopped.
Where must I go?
Left or right?
Am I going north or south?
The fog is no help.
The aquatic crossroad confuses.
I know not which way to take.
Shall I let the river decide?
I must take the right at least,
but which is the right?
Take my bearings with my right hand?
I hear an inner voice:
"Wake up, take up the oars.
Life is what you make it,
stand on your two feet,
do what is right,
or enter into oblivion
into that looming fog."
There's no exaggerating it;
What reduces pride.
Lifted, for a lofty being's;
Who would rather hide!
Man, a god, did on how many
A squirming, shaking
Little fright, just that forced choice
With unjust cause bring?
Standing alike o'er, stony-faced
And as sharp-outlined.
An intimidating presence.
Sky-tall. Sky-enshrined.
Death knocks on our door
A mere courtesy
Needs no permission
Offers no reprieve
Nor grants extension
Quaking in fear
Feeling helpless
We pause the cause
Of contraction
No regrets
No goodbyes
We move on
Light smile
Detached
Void
08-October-2020
I admit, I've had a beer and smoked some sticky green
But the pain always lingers and never truly leaves
That feeling of loneliness,
I reach out and no one cares
While the world begs for it's savior
Not even realising he is there...
I'm not what you thought I was
I didn't even come the way you imagined
But I'm suffocating in silence
So many years of holding my breathe.
Sometimes I convince myself it's better this way
No one can Judge me.
Tell me what I'm supposed to be
I'm not afraid of dying but living
Feels like I'm some kind of anomaly
Some say it's all in my head...but quite literally it really is..
It's not that Im insane it's just..
I'm a invisible kid.
I saw the curtains dancing to be beat of the wind
I saw the sun excreting snow
And moon bleeding fire
I saw love crying
As humanity fades away in the speed of light
My heart rumbled ferociously with massive earthquakes in sight
And my soul pants bitterly as humanity walks closer to its doom
©ABSOL
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Disaster Looming
Since this virus
Has come to be,
All unnatural
Happenings we see,
In the store,
Pray it’s not later,
That you find toilet paper!
Hurry! We need more
Everyone’s breaking down the door!
No sanitizers! No bread! No eggs!
No napkins! No paper towel!
No aspirin!
This is a mortal sin!
This is totally unnatural!
Hundreds of thousands
Collecting unemployment,
We have a military deployment!
Companies closing! Gyms closing!
Pools closing! Stores closing!
Beauty salons and barber shops closing!
Churches and synagogues cancelling services
Enough to cause anyone nervousness!
Government going to pay everyone
$1,000-$2,000 per person,
Government going to bail out hotels
And airlines-over $50 billion bucks
What horrible luck
We are all facing now,
The devil must be taking a bow,
Disaster looming,
No flowers blooming,
Government bankrupt folks
US Treasury gone broke!
Celine Rose Mariotti
The music was loud that night. And the lights were flickering but bright.
We were hugely surrounded but romantically secluded.
In a club where the music was loud that night, my heart felt light.
We danced at the beats like birds set free, and then drowned shots, one two and three.
Our story was similar to Cinderella’s, it was raining that night and we didnt have umbrellas
As midnight drew closer, we hung on to each other and time stood still, the uneasy loudness indicating the impending peril.
It was right after the clock struck one, the crowd moved, but seemed to move none.
We just stood there, not out bound, appriciating what we had, when there was a deafening striking sound.
Unnecessary panic struck everyone, there was chaos like hell had come undone.
Like satan’s angels, the police flocked in, at the club with the loud music, where everyone seemed prone to sin.
And people moved fast, but could not escape, there was no bypassing hell’s gate
And it had suddenly become an unfortunate doomesday what was originally only a midsummer’s sunday
the music was still loud that night, when the air was suddenly surrounded by fright.
L-ove
I-s
L-ooming
I-nside
A-s
N-oble
D-reed's
E-xceptional
V-alue
E-xpresses
R-emarkable
A-ffection
Topic: Birthday of Lilian E. De Vera (March 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Forever looming the grasp of the glass of imortality
Thy love'eth shine over thee although it is steady
Thy rays heat thy heart and then i remember
Thee precepess of a lesser meaning to thee
What is thy that which mean thee is lesser from'eth
Thy time that seems yet to be has not been
What will be but time doth thee hauntingly change
And rapidly brought'eth thy sunddering
No second chance the choise has been made
Trapped forever in blackness by the looming
A song plays in your mind and you awake in a time
A time of no time anymore but real time
Punished by the sobering awakened feeling
Still looming the grasp of imortality
Even when you can travell through time
Life twas sublime in the wake
That not only do you shed your skin
But grasp intimidation that thus leads to
Thee end of thy looming grasp.
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