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Brian Strand :
Alliterative Poetic]
In his fig tree, a man could find no fruits.
Cut it down! To the gardener, he said
I'll, the gardener said, tend its deep roots.
If it fails to yield, I'll see it’s soon dead.
Pilot killed the pilgrims of Galilee.
They amalgamated with oblations.
From Siloam Tower's fall, who could flee?
Should humans set aside moral foundations?
Fruit sense should be the essence of a tree.
Shouldn't rulers and natives have sin-sense?
If from flaws and sins humans are not free
Won't divine wrath on beings be intense?
You, though a sinner, are given a chance.
Repentance or perish. It's is your stance
Be careful on the road, don’t rush in speed!
In any case, the speed limit, you shouldn't exceed
With caution, at every bend, you proceed
To all traffic rules and guidelines, pay heed.
Know well to what misery, reckless driving can lead
Let your conscience never reproach you on a rash deed.
every leaf
upon
the
ghost white
sycamore tree
possess a soul
seeking truth
from
thee
and
not to perish
from
the earth
death
last breath
questions haunt
splitter prayers
hello? hello? hello?
climbing grief sunset mountains
pearls placed upon requested peaks
angst of still buds in the heart of souls
the pain puzzle missing until our death
March 18th 2024
My veins are the schematics
My conscience the pragmatics
A nuclear weapon that’s omnifarious
Self destruct the one that’s multifarious
Many parts no two the same
Doesn’t mean I’m not painfully plain
Nothing about me is distinctive
Identical and parallel, anatomy’s instinctive
So why am I so self-destructive?
You don’t need to be quite deductive
Deduce the reason and the people pleasing
My consciousness requires easing
Rhymes makes the feelings and words coalesce
Does it really makes you digress?
Words made up of morphemes
Feelings made up of morphines
Nothing without you has meaning
It isn’t held it’s given without demeaning
My schematics look better inkless
Don’t want my veins to circulate just ingress
Written: November 05, 2023
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Away from Earth, the sky is always hideous,
A whimsical sun made my dream obvious.
A deep redolent dream, moon, and scheme,
Ideal site for drifting ways of cosmic gleam.
I'm swaying in space, skeptical of the place,
Cool wind ruins the stars as emerald tunes trace.
Arms may be lifted in sync due to the breeze,
I breathe in even the peculiar air to appease.
Only musings glimpse through my icy hand,
A strange adventure with a translucent stand.
My first trip here, I couldn't decry the North Star,
Lacking solid support, the stars went barre.
I am clad by kaleidoscope matter and vitality,
As I cross space, black holes are a split reality.
A cosmic light kiss of life infuses my skin,
Lips of ash, frame stuck by whimsey within.
A billion stars cover each soaring nebula,
I'm an instant hit, as speculated by a fibula.
On this special day, two hearts unite,
Joined by love, filled with delight,
Surrounded by family and friends so dear,
In this moment, there's nothing to fear.
The sun shines bright, the sky so blue,
As vows are spoken, pure and true,
A promise made to love and cherish,
A bond that will never perish.
From this day forward, hand in hand,
Together they'll walk life's grandest strand,
With love as their guide, and faith as their shield,
A love story that's truly sealed.
As they dance the night away,
Hearts overflowing with love and joy,
May their love continue to grow,
Forevermore, as they say "I do".
An old wooden boat
Abandoned in a field by the sea
Weathered and neglected
Life on the ocean just a memory
A life now past
Sad and forgotten
This once wooden seaworthy boat
Left broken and rotten
Dilapidated and alone
It’s permanent home now aground
The call of the beloved ocean
Only a distant sound …..
In waiting we shall perish.
As we are dazzled but embarrassed.
There is no shortage of eternity.
All that is left is the company-
Of all these other people with bulging hearts.
But even those that are in this institution can be pulled apart.
We all wait to be taken to the back room to be mangled.
I lie in bed, for any movement will make me tangled.
All I can do is cry in ignorance.
For those who I fear are being stricken for taking a stance.
There are these uncaring people holding vigil.
Over me and all these other individuals.
I am left with nothing but the implication.
That my family is fading like my shallow exhalations.
Perish the thought
Feelings of hurt
Never give up massive pains pangs
I am that person
Assertive certain
Sober and not the deranged
Heart melting like chocolate
Emotional turmoil
Blood boils
Heats up like the sun nature spawn
I just did alone
Feelings wrong
perish the thought
9/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
In this indescribable sea discrepancy is the principle of inhalation and exhalation.
Fishes are judged by the color of their scales and fins...
where tilapia and her son seldom perish like an ice cube melting in a glass of Scotch whisky.
In this sea, boundaries are created by ethnics and viruses, and types of mouth angles.
In this sea, tilapia explores sea surfaces with passport and dread.
Her son prevails through subtle picking between: shark, octopus, and whale;
a living pessimistic life as empty as cloudless day.
But, both young, old, weak, and strong bear this common line of break of breakthrough in their national anthems.
Their backs, foreheads, scales and fins bear this common tattoo of morning star and companionship.
Years have come, years have gone
Many have slept and others, borne.
But Calm and peace is yet to be seen
For the streets are red, and so it has been.
The countryside lies deserted
Barren of animals and people long, departed
From the guns of destruction and pain
That hitherto, has brought no gain.
The streets litter with bloody Bees
Who, in rage, burn down villages and trees,
And the bushes disclose armed lads
In their spheres of blood and rags.
Who bask in butchery and malice,
Their minds, free of peace and disgrace.
In confusion, my people are trapped in-between
In consternation, they are raped and beaten
Bullied and ransomed like sheep
Chased and driven from their keep.
Hope, out of the window has flown
Despair, like a mustard seed has grown
And while Grandma cries over her burnt wares,
People disappear, adding to our fears.
From dusk to dawn we endure
For things are not like before
We can only hope things may one day flourish
But, while the sun shines, my people perish.
© Temajung Michael T
Blooming
All flowers
Beautifully
To finish perished
Borne
All babies
To bury
Not burned to finish
You have played I think;
and broken the toys you were fondest of;
Because it's been so good...for so long
Poor soul so sunk in sin
I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice
I desire to perish yet I ask health
I love another and thus I hate myself
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain
thus displeaseth me both death and life
and every wicked fancies I chanced to see
No peace, comfort, I could find
and crazily and wearily I came back.
It seemed to melt away
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