How can you ever think
that my attraction is
an appropriate wink...
that's a bit too unkind
to reject me, stay behind
and throw an arrow
to wound me pitilessly:
it's not the first time or last!
What you hide and won't show:
is your mindlessness and vanity:
compassion cannot be put to rest!
And that's a bit too unkind
to recognize your unfairness
and disregard who has feelings;
and that a bit too unkind
going around spreading terrible lies...
feeding your ego that lacks kindness!
I gave you the best of me to you;
I dedicated time to make you happy;
want was a remedy for your malady...
empty hands didn't go well with you!
And that's a bit too unkind,
seeing you looking around and start affairs;
I can break it anytime without regrets...
and get rid of this restlessness that grows!
And that's a bit too unkind...
denying me the chance for a turnaround!
I exist bound by you
like wildflowers planted pitilessly in dry soil
that plunder and devour the strength of my seeds
My stem grows pallid
My petals scentless and uninspiring
My roots withering in arid dust
strangled by weeds of apathy
Parched in the blight of callous care
Squandered in winds of insentient lies
That snare fire like fugitive arsons
Burning me with insensitivity to shrivel and sicken
As you beget your vanity with the strength
Of the Sun’s scalding degrees
So scarce the waters of your compassion
that scarcely feed my soul
I stand naked, bare and weak
in the barren home inside your pain
I cling harder to grip
As I wither in the dust of lonely casualty
Strangled and forfeited
I slowly die clenched in your fist of willful despair
trembling from your demise
As my unseeing love yields the compromise
May 24, 2023
Brian Strand Premier No. 1219 Poetry Contest
And That Was When Part 5
You slowly woke,
The time before receding
Like the tide drawing back from the shore
To a world of new confusions
Pushing the old one back beyond reach,
As though it had never been.
Its confusions swallowed
All your time
Bore you pitilessly on their tide
Out into their bottomless sea
Until you lost sight of the land whence you began.
And that was when
Those other thoughts came crowding in,
Flowing in on all sides
From all the currents carrying you along
And that was when
So many came to seem
More important than those
You made yourself
Back on the land.
And that was when
Life ran away with you,
Its willing, wondering prisoner.
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The Hub Of The Earth, I
Some vehicle screeches toward soundless nights,
a wheel cover errant for intimacy,
as it settles midst different roadside slights.
The decreasing engine roars criminally,
pruned for a snapshot temporal existence,
the bright hub unpolishes pitilessly.
The earth's orphans coexisting subsistence,
under new suns and periodical moons,
melts in a blink of an eon insistence.
Meddling miners carved canyons, felled forest looms,
a blue world shadows as a universe watch,
sculpt mountains, charcoal skies, oily oceans, dooms.
A womb will reinvent the species that botch,
our metamorphosis cast a new sasquatch.
2021 March 13
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Mar 20)
~~Brian Strand
If you let go of woe,
Then you’ll be free, you know?
There’s another tomorrow
You’re always going to glow and grow
The beautiful light reveals
The darkness that conceals
Your broken heart of cloud 9
This unspoken wound of mine
If you let go,
Then you’ll be free
From sorrow
That, you’ll always be
From down below,
We’ll higher our low
From to and fro,
We will reap what we sow
The path of freedom and no sorrows within -
We can go farther than ever
I’m certain we will return to happiness again
We will get better and do better
If you let go,
Then you’ll be free
From sorrow
That, you’ll always be
Where will we go?
Where will we flee?
Let your emotions show
But, will we ever be free?
The one who brings me to life
You show me life without strife and we can deal with pain without being a sufferer
It won’t hurt badly like a knife
Thrive to pitilessly love this time and we need more than what this life can offer
If you let live,
Then you’ll start to believe that there’s no need to sit in the sewers and grieve
Relieve and give
When you feel that this world doesn’t show you love, you can always believe
My joyful world had abruptly stopped, Beloved, to exist, believe me,
When you unknowingly faded away gently in the mist, believe me.
Like a heartbroken beggar, with intense longing, I wept to see your face,
Craved ardently and mournfully to be passionately kissed, believe me!
A broken-winged bird, pitilessly parted, I crooned a sorrowful song,
All loving memories, every day, fondly I reminisced, believe me!
Like a commanding Queen, demanded, what I believed to be only mine,
Wished our love to be all pervasive, eternally subsist, believe me!
Everything that happened in our life was an unforeseen catastrophe,
Leave dismal sorrowful days totally behind us, dismissed, believe me!
Fate has brought us back to where we truthfully belong, for all days and nights,
You remain perpetually with me, no one can resist, believe me!
Let enchanting flowers in xxxx's garden blossom in full bloom again,
In each other's eager arms, we unwaveringly persist, believe me!
A leaf on a big tree was happily hanging
Favorably for every passer-by just to see
He was appreciatively coloured green
Like a bean, he was very much attractive
A treacherous wind rose up to shake’im fall
Forcibly, on the ground he landed green
He stayed’n suffered some time unseen
That was the moment’s norm to endure
On the ground, he all lied dead wondering
Why the bitter wind slaughtered him untimely
But he learned the truth was alive, not a lie
Black, red’n white ants gathered’round to dine
Eaten gluttonly, he suffered insensitively
Failing to feel the odour of the enemy
Who tiptoed to pitilessly extinguish him
While on the ground, he was lying powerless
But a generous wind to save him has blown
Him up like a living butterfly in the sky
Courageously, a new life he’ll have to try
Posing on a new branch of any big tree
He had died, but a new life he’ll remake.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
massive flooding
tropical storm
big tragedy
- please leave your home
destructive waves
catastrophic
pitilessly
- please take shelter
take no chances
the huge monster
kills man and mouse
- don't be stupid ...
________
( Don't play a hero, stay safe )
03.09.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: charles messina
1st place in the contest
The last students you've loved slip out of the room
Their chairs ghostly, enshrouded, urns overturned
Your eyes survey the wreckage, the whisper-less ruins
Vultures and jackals lips lick, poised for their turns
This sinking treasure, deserted way-station
Empty hull, barren deck -- unrepentant ablation
Once-inspired platform and forum, so grand
Pitilessly metastasized to crumbs of sand
While the gay voices of those
Who've abandoned ship with such glee
Ring out to shores distant, eternal, carefree
Lost this day, breaths drop like a flatline
ripped from you pitilessly, mourning
is a temporal option: all attempts to capture
gentle moments, now done, gone--
yet, not everlasting evermore.
Such demise is but a pause, a furnace beaming;
and we will hold each other beyond earthly realms
that I will never ask where you are,
unafraid of the moon rising from its throne :
Although a willow droops around a grave
we are here: you, radiating light beyond vales,
I, flowing with a spirit from another haven.
Anthony Slausen's Life of Death Contest
4/4/2018
Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise
For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa
For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa
For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Pitilessly cold
Weather in February
As Cinderella *
I feel my cheeks flaming red
Meeting with the polar bear
07.02.2017
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Win Win
Make their jaws drop
Leave them silently they are under dark,
Are running direction less Sooner to fall in deep
Adopting one sided philosophy blinding others to follow
Who have been ditched all met death
So leave the anger to kill others
Come in table to talk with project
What is your need and how do you want?
To solve your uneasy character
Who told you're alone and dejected, unprotected!
Do you see the rule of law is written differently?
Law is always ready to balance all in race of peace
Confirm wit within the heart to make their jaws drop
If you're right why do you hide, chosen path is wrong side
Killing innocent people pitilessly from ambush is not intelligent
No praise and pride you will win to rule needs throwing gun
Come in democracy with philosophy to make their jaws drop.
Date:5/25/2016
I was punctured by punctuations
The words you wielded with such disdain
A ravenous revolutionary
Pitilessly piercing deep into my vein
I pretended such positivity
Holding happy forward as my shield
Your attack so precise and persistent
cold and calculated you would not yield
You left little to the imagination
Expressive expletives flowed from your lips
The harmonization of my horror
I was firmly nestled within its grips
Attacked by your callous conversations
Skillfully white washing every event
They were but measly misunderstandings
Never the nouns that I thought you had meant
The truth is that I perceived your pleasure
Within that capacity of your cruel
Heading towards a cliff like a lemming
Dancing dangerously close like a fool
So I sought out new triumphant treasures
Better lines lead to a more complete me
No more would I dangle dangerously
Halting hearing you speak helped me to see!
—A certain weather forecast—
for he has no home to return
a pierrot painted with snow-white make-up
walks under the moonlight up and down restlessly
under the sky, the pierrot
sleeps all curled up because of the nightly chilling air,
now stands with both arms stretched out to the air;
the moonlight streams in through the openings between
the pierrot’s spread fingers dyes his face to pale blue
a leaf that was blown off by the passing wind is
being shoved and tumbled all about the lakeside
like the pierrot on the stage,
now returns to the tree where the leaf was conceived
and clings on the tip of a broken branch, and asks
tomorrow’s weather condition for his bygone days
were the series of miseries
on tomorrow,
the rain that is heavier than the moonlight
comes through pierrot’s spread fingers
may fall and hit his face pitilessly
on tomorrow,
the rain that is colder than the spray of a breaker
hits the lakeside breakwater
may bring a wild wind
to push the poor pierrot’s back
and shove around here and there cold-heartedly
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