Pedestal Poems

Pedestal

3/2/35 03:19

I glorify men 
Placing them high on a pedestal 
Where my father fell short
The bar is in hell 
And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off 
Satiated from nothing and empty promises
An illusion of fullness 
As I see myself in half
As I saw myself in half 
As I stand here with a void desperate to be filled
Take me served up on a silver platter
Ill intentions disguised as good deeds 
And deflection paired with belittlement right on time 
The light within me dims when I’m faced with their conditioning 
And the fire is lit 
Am I being gaslit? 
I hook my claws onto potential 
As my reflection bounces back at me 
Disguised as I swim in the delusion of what they’re telling me 
Words so loud and action rarely found 
I abandon myself at the sight of basic decency

Paper Faith Pedestal

The brain is an instrument of improvisation
suffocating in an ancient bone cave
with its white and gray byways
garnished in electrical blood drops
creating great works though time pressed
and pressurized.
It is also a weapon of mass deception
pods of oddness always plotting 
endless deep blueness and innate jealousy
a DNA staircase decorated in ornate self-centeredness
prone to God mocking and demon envious.

Overall, the brain is a hieroglyphic glass ball 
bursting with dead-end riddles and plutonium destinies
perched upon a flint and paper faith pedestal.

On the Pedestal

Aint no shame in crying
the whole time you 
been lyng
tryna get me
to be on your side
this aint about no money
and I aint mad
with you honey
it's the first time
it's been me and you
don't act like yo hands tied

Don't mind me saying
cause you know I aint playing
what we gone do
since it all
on us this time
don't leave me guessing
I don't wanna hear you
contesting
are we getting married or
are we thru this time
we gonna avoid
the trap that falls on lovers
lovers looking for tomorrow
who can't leave yesterday behind
the sweet remind
Baby love is a Blessing
I'll by the ring
with you in mind

Don't nobody need no
soothing soulful riffs
and missing you
aint no gift
and a broken heart
is something unkind
seeds need ah sprouting
that's what this is about and
we together
everything
is fine

St Kabeer Couplets 7: What If On a Pedestal Tall

What if on a pedestal tall?
As if date trees that tall are,
Shade to no travelling soul,
And hard to fetch, fruits grow far.
________________________________ 

Bada hua to kya hua, jaise lambi khajur,
Panthi ko chaya nahin, phala lage ati dur.

Forget, name and fame and rising tall. Lame adjuncts indeed, Kabeer says. How useful are you to others? That should be the aim in life. He gives an example of a date tree to substantiate his point. The tall and scanty foliage tree hardly gives any shade to the travelers, and the fruits when come they grow too high, and out of reach.

Pedestal

Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade 
where you must balance precariously
for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall
It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all
It’s far too risky to care
to put yourself out there
You slipped once before
perhaps you were pushed
It left a nasty scar 
which is quite a coincidence
You’ve never been the same since 
as when a child’s innocence
has been stolen away
Wisdom is won by such wounds 
but much can be lost too
We are all simply people who 
eat, drink, piss, sh*t and screw 
until we come to our inevitable end
A few are fortunate and do it
in penthouses, mansions 
fancy flats in exclusive sections of cities
sleeping on satin sheets
while some must settle for a single room
a shack or the streets
At least in one respect they’re luckier than you
The world doesn’t give a damn what they do

Pedestal

You float on high
In my sky
I abide.

You garden me
frustrate me
I am weeds.

When I see you
I see truth
I see through.

When I see you
I see through
I see truth.

O Statue On Pedestal

Pray Bapu1, we’re in plastic age,
Stay happy installed, tall on stage.  

Too bad, your birthday prayer meets,
Rows of stark chairs staring in rage,

If your spinning wheels still rotate,
They just spin for a page-three page.

Your ideals may well still be there—
Safe and secured, captive in cage,

When so I see your smiling face
On a wall, O innocent sage,

I wonder at your memorial:
How long shall live your tall image,

In a ritual lip service, though
People would doubtless still engage. 
_________________________________ 
Bapu1: Father, as Mahatma Gandhi was endearingly called. 
It is customary to remember Mahatma Gandhi on his birth anniversary of 2nd October. Saddened, this poet too joins in with this Ghazal.  

Reminiscing |02.10.2021| Ghazal

Angel On a Pedestal

Angel on a 
                                                  
    Look at you now, you took a vow.
   To protect humanity and not seeking vanity.
   But you let his deceit lured you in greed,
   He wanted it all, even knowing what is at stake,
   Now you have to pay for his mistakes.

  It was too late to repent when you comes to your senses.
  You took his side, now left without a tribe.
  Cast out, and doomed, on Earth you roamed.
  From one host to another, 
  No one want you as their sister or brother.

  All you have left, is two broken wings,
  No pride, nowhere to hide.
  Camouflaged as a statue, very still
  You occupy this concrete pedestal.
  Hoping that one day God will,
  Embrace you in His Kingdom again.

Pedestal

I was told that love is like holding somebody up on a pedestal.

The problem with love is that it’s being misperceived & used as a poison that is damaging our cerebral.

The path of memories is still unforgettable.

But for some odd reason though,
We still feel the need to convince ourselves that love is still able to be containable. 

What’s even worse is that when things become unrealistically unbearable,
 We rely on the soul consuming spirit to bring us better relief.

I hope the reader that finds knows that the only one who can truly deceive you is,
The one who you find is the most susceptible to believing your own goals & dreams.

Pedestal

I'm the glass half empty 
For you I'm never full
How's the air up there where you are
on your sky high pedestal? 
I use too many paper towels
I put the cap on wrong 
I'm wearing too much makeup 
How could I like that song?
My poems are depressing 
Who taught me how to drive 
Is that what I'm wearing
Too see thru go inside 
I didn't get the memo
An email, anything
To clue me in that you are God 
And you know everything 
You need to get a mirror
Focus, check your view
Its crystal clear from where I stand 
That you're imperfect too
You make mistakes you do wrong 
Your flaws are bountiful 
So bring yourself back down to earth 
And off your pedestal

You'Re Not On My Pedestal

You're just higher then most.
Your creativity and intelligence set you apart,
from others met coast to coast.
We are much alike in heart and soul,
Does it really matter if we don't like to bowl?
Intimacy was all I wanted when we first met.
But that all changed after playing the first set.
What I started to feel within,
 made me want to keep the game going,
lose or win.
I know you can be a witch,
throw me in the ditch.
But that's usually fear and fatigue talking,
not wanting to get hurt again.
I build you up the way I do,
not to put pressure on you,
to live up to an impossible standard,
no one could meet.
It's because you're down,
I try to act the clown.
I think we have something inside,
that gives us a shot,
 understanding because you're smart,
as well as smoking hot.
If we find we can handle each other's downsides,
can't escape that,
the upside is so worth it,
Whether we remain skinny or fat.

Pedestal

The pedestal you set me on
Is getting battered and grey
Even cracked in a few places
Supported by a wobbly leg

The consequence of this pedestal
Is the distance it creates
Leaving me standing here, watching you 
While my tattered heart waits

Waiting for the love we could have shared
Adventures of life we were meant to share
If merely the distance from this pedestal
Would simply only fade

On the Pedestal of Hardships

A child keeps his poverty
beside a peacock feather
in his text-book.
He zips his pain
in a bag of silence.

Loneliness broods his thoughts,
when his youth sits drooping.
He creeps like a worm
among the books in a shelf
in search of his shelter.

Later, he marries a bucolic beauty,
who burns like a kerosene lamp
in his dark kitchen.
Noble births grow in scarcity
as the chaff burns.

Now Mr.Duridhan stands
as a broken statue
on the pedestal of hardships.
His remnants resist all
the droughts and the rains.





[First published in Literary The Hatchet by Pear Tree Press, US]

Golden Pedestal

They put me on pedestal
so I know I can’t fall down
and if I’m not impeccable
I guess I’m just their big letdown.
They say they want me to be better
than they ever were;
I’ve got to be a go-getter,
not just any amateur.
How can I live up to this ideal,
when that’s so far from the truth?
My nature must I conceal,
am I a misunderstood youth?
They say they know who I am,
before I even do.
I nod quietly and say “ok, ma’am”,
instead of how dare you!
I’m not allowed to fail,
or ever make a mistake
Since I know what failure entails:
a daughter to forsake.
On those particular days,
I can feel the noose around my throat.
What they want feels like a maze;
they love to watch and gloat
as I wander through its walls
so lost and filled with doubt,
I’m just their little doll
and I’m never getting out.
By: Chelsea P. Stone
2/16/2017

Pedestal of Love

Was I not an apple of your eye
Securely placed in the pedestal of your love
Washed with the showers of your affections
Housed in the confines of your heart

For a while I was your beginning and ending
The truth known to your lips
Implanted in your veins
Beating along with your pulse

I was a joy to behold
A treasure worth to be told
Yet time stole my shine
I am no longer your smile

Once upon a glorious time
In not so far place and time
Were we not birds of the same feather
Flying with each other's wind

I was in the pedestal of your love
Securely placed in the sacredness of your heart
Now I am a sore to your eyes
A sharp sting to your heart

Was I not a song on your lips
A joyful sweet feeling to sip
You use to clutch me to your heart
Hold me as if never to let go

What happened to the love
Who stole all our shine
I cannot longer feel the warmth of your love
So lonely is my flight

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