The bars are barricade,
Fears echoing in deep solitary,
Hold your ground in life's parade,
Hide in isolation for this is history.
My tender throbbing heart loves hope,
But she's packed and leaving down the slope,
No one is asking her to stay,
Not even the pope for her did pray.
I watch the streetlights flicker low,
While silent prayers refuse to grow,
The windows rattle with the rain,
And every night feels just the same.
If hope should ever turn around,
I'll meet her where the lost are found,
Till then I'll guard this fragile light,
And write her name into the night.
Days I remember , hope was gone
Gloomy were those days
shadowed with no element of hope'
faith lost
a day to recon, when,' mist was all i could see
hearts separated,
wishes'
above everything' or none
life given and chances thought a bay
but constant resilient and word
restored hope''
a memory worth living'
easily could have been swayed,
i chose character and life to live
moments of deep pain
tumbled with worry
a lesson 'within' and 'chance life'
The light in my eyes eventually died down,
It was nothing more than a split, but
Even that can be put out.
My name's ANGIE, are you listening?
I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones
I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming
They never knew how harsh they were with those tones.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
Words they thought were normal for dreamers
I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that
Until one RUBY TUESDAY I was caught with dealers.
Saw WILD HORSES flex with TUMBLIN DICE
Thinking I'd now be one of the HONKY TONK WOMEN
I didn't think I'd be caught playing with fire in ice
Next to the stolen car he said "PAINT IT BLACK".
The policeman on the other side is on my track
Asking, "how did she escape UNDER MY THUMB?"
I didn't know there would be no going back
It was a once-off deal but I guess that too was dumb.
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Keeps me focused
Keeps me grounded
Keeps me present
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Takes me farther and farther away
From everything I have ever known
Chained up like a worthless dog
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Reminds me that rebellion
Always comes at a price
You just have to decide if it’s worth the prize
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Tells me that my fight is far from over
The war not nearly won
Whether I’m protesting from my backyard or someone else’s overseas
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Fills my heart with pity
Pity for a society
Too at peace with being alive but not really living
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Makes my whole body tingle
My life sentence stinging and burning
As we near my new home
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Makes me hope
That the words scribbled on my torso
Inspire others to likewise pick up their pens
I am told it is mightier than the sword
The sound of wheels on tarmac
Places courage in my veins
A man who has lost his freedom
Has no more to lose than himself
The sound of wheels on murram
Tells me we've arrived
Hope was there for a long time...
Creeped several efforts to climb
Now it faded away by the pause
It is lost because there is a cause...
Blatant chaos. Colorful lights mark our path.
Distant waves confuse my sight.
Heads driven into madness, minds broken.
Avoiding the edge. Lost in silence we found our souls.
Vibes of mint and echoes of lemon.
Wake from your dream, I am deeply amused.
Venting ash from cosmic depressions.
Quantum fear descends the tension.
Life is great, I have learned my lesson.
Oh, say can you see,
All the dead by the sea?
What so proudly we hailed,
Now we put them in jail!
And the dawns early light,
Obviously, there's been a fight!
With AR15s,
We've sent a lot to heaven!
Who's broad stripes,
And bright stars,
Carry us through our drug filled night!
Over the ramparts we watched,
As our country was lost.
And the rockets' red glare,
We tried to keep over there.
Over the land of the free,
As I went on bended knee.
The homeless abound,
All over the ground!
Oh, say can you see,
What it means to be free?
And the dawns early light,
Has put people in flight.
Away from the cities with murder every night!
My friends all agree,
This is part of being free!
So many men who take
And in doing so cause damage and Heart break
To women who must put the pieces back together
They rise up from the pain
They start looking once again
In the stormy weather
For this beautiful thing called love
They rise above
The pain
With new hope again
Only to meet the same or worse calibre as before
Not realizing the drama that's in store
Men want their needs to be met
So they will pressure for it until they get
A woman's chastity. They...
Spend a little but expect a lot in return. They
Keep women as back ups for when they get burned
Her parents never told her about the nature of men
And how to be smart in dealing with them
How to be assertive and when to walk away
And how to attract only the right one to stay
So after all that happened why did she stay?
When this was clearly not the only way?
She lost all hope and was tired of looking
They all cause pain
The efforts of looking once more will all be in vain
The routine of hurt will remain the same
What she seeks does not exist
Therefore it was futile to persist
I saw
some mouses
and
Two multicoulored
snakes.
The snakes
Hunted
The mouses.
After seeing those
Two venomous
And dangerous
Reptiles ,
I stoped
Labouring the ground
To chase the snakes.
Luckly one of
Them failed
Into my hands.
It was a victim
With
No hope to survive
As it always
Known
Dangerous
Animal in many
Rural communities.
One man took it
To the far bush,
And the snake
Continued to live.
May 04/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
May be, something better is coming
As the roadblocks are growing
Although, it's demanding a lot
And I feel like i am totally lost
But may be its the cost
So that, later on I won't be mocked
Yes, it sucks
When it's not working
When it's continuously hurting
When most of it seems worthless
Rendering me clueless
May be I am a bit slow
And just going with the flow
But, what elates is that
I am no more the same brat
If only, acceptance leads to friendliness
If only, smiling signify happiness
Then why still this emptiness?
May be because these all are just buttress
Sometimes, it seems like being all alone
Amidst this land of clones
Its like fighting a war with myself
To identify my true self
But, may be, something better is comming as the roadblocks are growing
Slowly she creeps
into the hearts
into the minds
into the mist
of fleeing sun.
Hiding the sheen
of dappled doe
masking the eyes
of prey and foe.
Holding for ransom
a thin moon’s hope
as puppeteer stars
stringlessly float
under canopied darkness
of sunset’s lost hope.
©2/24/2022
The Night Sky Poetry Contest
Flying from out of the eerie world of spirits
The Sphinx has come to crouch and pose :
'To close Pandora's Box solve the puzzle of Greed !'
Trust not Luck , nor Fate but work with wits ;
The fire of greed and desire plays havoc ,
Crippling the ability to seek content even in bits
And wipe out the artefact of divine replica ;
"Abracadabra " ,here is the only panacea that befits ;
Will Oedipus or Jason rescue the race , comatose
' Solve the puzzle of Greed to close Pandora's Box ! '
And find the new glow of hope that emits .
Nudnick
By Sy Roth
Self, I say
Self,
Wake up.
Your ganglions
Are asleep again.
Wakey, wakey…
Those around you, nudnick,
Are whirling dervishes
Those who come and go
In the Speakeasys of their lives
And I am a silent partner.
Wake up dammit
It’s slipping away
You’re letting it slip away
While the humped dowagers
Prepare their casseroles
For the hungry men who’ve passed.
See in their eyes
Your sadness, Nudnick,
Where’s the fun in your voyage
Careless self
Elf of the bygones,
Shelf where the platitudes lay
Dusty
Fusty hungry dinks waiting
For their revival
Wrapped in their silent home
Domicile of mordant cells
For the somnambulist to walk echoey corridors.
Awaken before it is too late
Or perhaps it is.
The monster is caught galumphing to Bedlam
And the nudnick sits on the side of the road
Waiting for him to pass
Like a hundred-car freight train crossing.
Wake, I hear it in my ear!
Wake the nudnik from its dream
The train is a never-ending circus cavalcade,
And he yawns as it passes by.
They all yawn as he passes by.
I yawn for myself
Yearning to avoid the parade
As my eyes close and sleep invades my reality.
Something is lost and I choose not to look for it.
But as each day passes I am finding I'm missing it.
I can live without it though I merely exist.
A tree exists. A bird or a fish exist.
Have I the same type of existence?
No thought for love or joy or tomorrow?
Perhaps !
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