The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns
The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come
No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned
Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own
(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)
Hovering hemispheres habitual harmonics, symmetrical solitudes in their Sonics,
Mastering melodies with mnemonics, amidst approbation of acoustical avionics…
Stellar symphonies sailing Celestial Seas, applauding Angels aerially appease,
Birds belting songs on tranquil trees, botanical gardens blooming in the breeze;
Superstrings romantically resonate, virtuous vibrations valiant as they create,
Overtures upon oblivions do ornate, spheres of distortions align and allocate…
Orchestral opus overruns the trance, magical melodic maneuvers enhance,
Treble and bass clefs prepare to dance, elocution of their eternal expanse;
The Earth hums within rotation, subsonic frequencies of ethereal elation,
The masses are minstrels of celebration, titillating tunes of temptation…
Solitude's surrender thru strident skies, music awakens deep dormant eyes,
The wings of a butterfly take us to new highs, ambient assonance to arise.
April.23.2020
Grace and Solitude
Sponsored by~John Hamilton
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Bogged down in the details,
truth is undone
Swimming through the corn flakes,
milk overruns
Looking at the forest,
seeing just trees
Life micromanaged
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Bogged down in the details,
truth comes undone
Swimming through the corn flakes,
milk overruns
Looking at the forest,
seeing just trees
Pieces micromanaged,
—big picture tease
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
A malady of the mind
Dominates the will
As the surging river
Overruns the mill
Omnipotent craving
The bullpen cannot hold
A temptation unremitting
Annulling principle
No affection or reason
Or threat of penalty
Can possibly deter - or -
Potentiate the will
murky water hinders view
vegetation overruns shore
crocodiles lay in wait
P.R.Deremer
I live
where the other world meets reality
Always Assume
ignoring, staring
at blinding glances of sun rays
I die
alone in a crowded room
echoed stress
deafening what’s assumed
Assume wrong
and wrong you will be
Assume long
and think of what they see
Assume strong
and read each body note
Assume gone
and despair overruns hope
The shadows of doubt
May cover our thoughts;
Cover our sights;
Or ruin our dispositions
But the shade of truth hasn't lost its
Luminance that creeps and overruns
The mind from disillusions
And bring it forth into the lighter part of the dawn.
Confined in a nostalgia that is akin to a rhyme
With hope that is free but beyond one's reach
Like the wind that musses but can never be gripped
Nor be touched like a falling rain.
Seeking refuge to some childish imaginations;
Or fantasies and pure hallucinations.
With a never ending crave for happiness and consolation
That can only be catered by a friendship that never bends.
her hands: blooming. sugar, hot
and humming. those wrists, sweet,
no longer sticky. yet stubborn,
reigning the laughter of two years ago.
her lips: fruit. ripe, or rotten, you
no longer remember. still, they remind you.
sin is where your body overruns your soul.
let nature trespass you once in a while.
all she wanted, to be left alone
with sky and sea. something you,
not even you, could give her. life
began to leak away in her voice,
“if the world does not stop, darling,
i just might.” and you could taste
the blood in her sigh, all those
leftovers from two years ago.
her body: gardens. the former home
of such a lovely pulse. you liked to visit
her a lot. she was once a prison of colour
in your foggy seaside town.
but the air that day: salty. streetcars unfolded
in faces you did not know. you felt the world in
past tense. “it is not only the city you have left
behind.” and your message did not reach her.
Remember worries and fear overruns your mind.
Hope, joy, and love become hard to find.
With my faith, hope and courage combined.
I find a deeper love for all mankind.
What is it that I do not realize,
Total chaos in this confused world, and yes I see it with my own eyes.
I stand in the shadows of the light.
Darkness surrounds me, yet salvation is in sight.
You will realize something that is true.
Your own worst enemy is you.
I’ve cried so many tears that there's no more tears left to cry.
I pray that one day I'll be able to fly; and keep my head up very high.
I stand against time I stand against the rest,
On a journey a personal quest.
We live within life and life lives within us,
With this knowledge, there's not much to discuss.
The one thing you can never replace is time.
So always free your mind.
Eyes Of An Ageing Man
The eyes of an ageing man
Can tell a story few others can
For surely he has seen it all
From a nation rising, to it’s fall
From wars for freedom, and of security
Each with its own uncertainly
His eyes has witnessed the Russian collapse
To more recently, the border control relax
He’s seen great men lead, and other fail
Oh the stories his eyes could tell
Dictators reign to complete overthrow
He’s watched freedom rise and continue to grow
He’s seen the common worker loss his job
He’s witnessed grown men sit and sob
He watches as the drug trade overruns the land
Stealing time from the hourglass of sand
He’s seen building go up and come down
He’s seen fear and panic on the ground
In all his years he never though he’d see
The power of hate that there appears to be
The lack of tolerance and morality
That has become the normal reality
For what this man has seen through the years
Has dried his eyes of it’s last tears
What compassion does man show for his brother?
If done for himself, then he does not give to another!
Should not it always be done from the heart?
Given freely from the soul at the very start?
How obstinate is he that does not budge
For the good of the others, shall we judge?
How foolish is he, who does not act
Out of goodness and kindness and seldom with tact?
This, I say, is the reason for war,
For hatred, for ignorance and maybe some more.
It is greed! It is greed, which overruns the heart.
It is greed that in fact, tears us apart.
When wanting the immediate satisfaction,
Greed, itself causes reaction.
As we must all work to destroy the bad seed,
Then we must all tire to eliminate greed!
Smidgen ahead of a dreadful time,
shatters a dream of wiser thine,
rage dipped words, in their seize,
all in breach, of my sleeping peace.
Douse my fire, not that lord of wind,
quench all desires, not though if skinned,
rob that tale, not the crown of crime,
and blight the bond, not the gust of grime.
Birth of anguish arrives in flood,
in mute they dissolve in our blood,
smell of rain, they drugged her brain,
and the underground claims all on lane.
Question of fate or a daughter of hate,
in chains of faith, the rust speaks straight,
overruns a war, one against that whole,
milestones they stand watching that patrol.
Seeps not a tear for her emblem of wound,
but cries oh dear that drove of ground,
breath of enigma, they speak a dilemma,
a life enmeshed, now a moving comma.