a Rhyming Alliterisan poem
Truth is often told a lie,
weary minds don’t question why~
day in, day out life is fraught
with trouble that teaches naught
but to avoid angry mobs,
sneakily they carry stobs
usually to bash brains!
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The Rhyming Alliterisen consists of 7 lines, with 7 syllables each, and has one alliteration in every line. The rhyme scheme as follows: aabbccd.
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Your unexpressable screams
ride the winds of nightmarish dreams
Mobs of knife-wielding hulks
roam the corridors of trepidation
No rescue in sight, voice caught in your throat
without the dawn, terror marches on and on …
There he stands
Like a mighty warrior
Without a fight
Collecting awards
Flashing mobs
Radiating light
She carries a cup
Rides a borrowed horse
With a crown on her head
Armies run behind
The Earth trembles
As she proclaims fear and dread
Beings without form
Clothed in matter
With power unmatched
They shuffle the puck
Running the board
As their eagle is hatched
Deep in space
Anomalies revealed
Minds rise and fall
Science searches
Probes explore
Divining rods to question all
...on display
Written by Trudy Schrader
Where the temple of books stood still,
Library of Jaffna kept ancient history in Tamil.
1933, is where it was all built by cement and wood.
The pure, white colour of the library was seen beyond good.
Ancient texts, ancient books, were read,
Books of ancient history would rarely been unread.
The library was like a sacred temple of books.
Archaeologists would admire its heavenly and sacred looks.
1981, where chaos was going to start,
Where flames consumed the library's heart.
Mobs of the Sinhalese burnt down Tamil's memories of history,
Whether the ancient books or texts are going to survive, is a mystery?
97,000 books burnt in one single night,
The structure had been ripped off from its tall height.
The pain of losing our history in writing is great loss,
Not a single book or an ancient text or single word couldn't be recovered from this burning loss.
Flaming wicks atop candy cane sticks
mirror holiday revelers’ delight
Their joy shattered instantly
~ flash-mobs alight and unite
People wear masks for many different reasons.
Like trying to be frightening on Halloween.
They used to wear masks during train robberies.
We were ordered to wear them during COVID-19.
Some wear one for protection while working a job.
Welders and firemen and your antifa mobs.
They used to wear masks while burning white crosses.
A black mask is required for the Grim Reaper.
And it is the status quo for funeral grievers.
Knights wore them while protecting the honor of queens.
Others wear masks to cloak their chronic unhappiness.
Jim Carrey wore a green mask and made us all laugh.
A young man donned one during a suicide bomber attack.
The storm is rising.
Dogs shiver with the thunder.
Cats hide in lightning flashes.
People lose their way.
The tide is coming.
Sweeping away hopes and dreams.
Families struggle.
No food or shelter to protect the vulnerable ones.
Possibilities are lost.
Mobs began to protest.
Destruction and violent chaos begin.
Washing away the threat of the day.
The storm and chaos allow change to begin.
Hope, kindness, love, and caring.
The cycle of storm and peace,
Begins again.
Let’s clarify with clarity
The kind of world that we see
Where bullies win, all kindness lost
Where summer weather follows frost
Where killing and war is the new norm
Mobs of ignorance, in frenzies storm
Who yearns to be free
will find it in Thee
In Thy ineffable Light
that dispels the dark night
In Thy immeasurable Love
Guiding us from above
In the corner of a dim-lit chapel
to You our prayers do travel
In the union of husband and wife
whom You bless to create new life
Mobs bang the drums for Liberty...
Who yearns to be free ~
finds it in quietude with Thee
1985. We looked for signs
not so much had changed
Wars in far-flung parts –
the same-O-blame-O.
An acceptable amount of body bag counts.
Was Orwell too early to be this late?
1996. Upheavals are restricted to
marginalized mobs. Heads are talking more,
there is a nameless fear and it's getting near.
Fewer western countries are smoking, though
many simmer silently.
There was this elongated period,
decades drained away
leaving only a vague residue,
a smear of narcissistic self-indulgence
begat a numbness.
Then we began to crave more.
2024. Now we see it.
its head is a swollen tumor,
it talks in tooth bites,
monstrous cover-ups go unchallenged,
its control is iron clad.
The monster is now global,
it gobbles up dissident thought,
it re-imagines the nature of
Jello.
The only way forward now, is through
the monster's ever narrowing ********,
besides,
most now consider
the nature of the beast
to be the same that it ever was.
Overcrowded prisons,
brings joy to early released criminals.
Taxpayers may be happy,
but there's predators at playgrounds,
rapists at bars,
stalkers, stalking,
violent hooligans back at matches,
abusers contacting their exes,
jealous lovers beating new spouses.
Mobs on the streets,
will only bring mayhem,
unless vigilantes rise,
whilst the police hide.
Who will protect the traumatised victims?
Do you think I run scared from you?
Do you think that you stand above me in those big boots?
Do you think I cower, trembling beneath a table,
With my tail tucked between my legs,
While you search for me atop that high horse you like to ride?
Do you think in this childish game of cat and mouse,
You so deviously started,
That you are the cat with the sharpened claws
And I am the weak, defenceless mouse—
Fulfilling my only purpose as prey to you?
And in this game that you planned out so perfectly,
You sit and torment me day after day:
Until, in the end, the tiny, petrified mouse
Acts out and bites the paw that swipes at it—
Only for you to reverse the roles and pretend that, all along,
You were the poor, poor mouse; hunted mercilessly
By me: the unruly predator.
So, now, you say the mobs will appear to chase the beast away—
You think I hide with my tail tucked between my legs;
Ready to beg for your mercy—
But I will not bow down to the words you say.
If I am the monster, then let this be known:
My teeth are bared and I am waiting to attack;
Say your prayers and kiss your family goodbye
Because trust me, friend,
My bark is not worse than my bite.
Can't run out into the world around you
It's all ashes now
Can't hide from those things that confound you
Our sins will consume us all
Where's the finger pointing at now
One flick of the hand like dominoes we all fall
One by one under inspection
The skeletons in our closets exposed
How could she ever go out wearing those clothes?..You ever heard of self respect?..Words are weapons can't you feel those angrily typing fingers wrapping ever so tightly around your neck
There's no more room to breathe in social media comment sections
Losing sight of humanity
Surrounded by lack of compassion, aggression and lack of empathy
By day she's a math teacher, at night judge, jury and executioner
We're cruel creatures we've invented a million ways to hurt someone
No need for torches we got memes that will light you on fire
Modern mobs
The thirst for blood never expires
Never ending until you've made sure someone feels as broken as you
We all seem to think of flowers, only in the sun.
Did you realize at night, it is time they dance in floral fun?
After the busy insects, got their tasty food for the day,
The flowers can relax in the most unique, enchanting way.
They recall with nostalgia, how the baby roses grew so tall!
And how quickly the young, dark, green ivy, crawled up the garden wall.
With glee, they relax, as no person will uproot them from family or friends.
And are so very grateful when the sun does set, the day finally does end!
The sounds of car horns, motorcycles, lawn-mowers are finally at rest.
Dont you know, it’s cooler for them, as they get a well-deserved rest?
They thank God for this precious day, having done so very well their jobs.
Free now, to flower-talk, free of the jabber and loud talk of the human mobs.
They chatter with one another, about today’s sunny, busy, happenings.
Studying the stars, and grateful that no noise from any backgate swings!
4/14/2024
maple mobs mopped
autumn had his farewell fair ---
amber all around
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