I …
saw a
person today …
mocking the murder of a good man -
making fun of a horrific death
that had played out before the eyes of children
on a sparkling bright, joyous day -
their pure memories, now defiled with blood …
I waited … and waited more
for I half expected the heavens to rend
and a bolt of lightning to strike
this person down …
that’s how egregious this was -
how utterly … disgusting
but all I saw was people celebrating and
cheering this blatant beast of a human
all I heard was the acrid, revolting
sound of derisive laughter …
and I realized then humanity had crossed
a new and remarkable line
where malice and animosity and intolerance -
where the precepts of HATRED -
have become something to celebrate
something … to be proud of …
my knees buckled, my spirit crumbled
and my broken heart wept
for what this new reality might mean to
the futures of my grandchildren
and the precious destiny
of their …
world.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
There are rebels in my head.
First there's the anarchist;
There to break things and push steel until it bends.
And of course the logicist,
Willful to calculate things and plan around things that we can’t rend.
Then there’s the gravedigger;
There for my friends,
When we get into fights or can’t make amends,
He’s there to fight for my memory.
A shovel in one hand,
And an epitaph in his left.
There is the artist,
A brush in his whittled fingers,
He comes around after the gravedigger to paint the picture of people we loved and lost into my memory.
He stays around for the ones we still have; at least for now.
Painting pictures the second someone sticks in our head.
They always turn out younger than they are in person.
A snapshot to the simplest time I have of them.
The final one, is the leader.
The realist.
The one who sees the train at the end of the tunnels.
The one who pulls us out of miscalculated situations.
The one who rights the bent bars of our prison cells.
The one who sets up funerals for the friends we miss.
The one who paints over portraits once the pastels fade in time.
The one who fixes me.
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solitaire eagle
hover to conclusive claw
rainbow trout jumping —
flawless in stillness
wings glide beak rend talons tear
colossus i fly —
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Safe in my room. As unreal
A woke vision
That seen for spiteful flashings.
Nightmarish rend.
Snug in this bed. As far-fetched
A dream echo
That heard for spirit clashings.
Nightmare-loosened.
Pure and pleading, cascading feelings
Reel from the old violin.
Whether one string or many
Her notes rend the air
and all are held captive there.
A SIMPLE SOUND
It can interrupt lives
Induce pain
Steal memories
Freeze time
Alter direction
Spawn tears
Initiate questions
Radiate shock
Unleash fear
Sow confusion
Cause doubt
Sap energy
Instill rage
Metastasize helplessness
Sprout stress
Rob Joy
Quench Hope
Erase peace
Conjure storms
Usher in Loneliness
Open wounds
Choke breath
Expunge laughter
Remove meaning
Cloud the future
Vanquish love
Kill relationships
Shatter families
Rend hearts
It can be world ending
A knock at the Door
65.
The Path of Our Nation
Hey foreigner!
Search the world map
Find shapes, don't nap
Dog's sitting there!
West – Pacific
Orient facing
Seems West guarding
Though Asiatic.
Blacks – first people
Browns – main settlers
Whites – once rulers
Peopling simple.
Asia's old friend
China, India
And Arabia
But West to rend.
Heel Islamized
Yet, Spaniards came
And made it tame
Rest Christianized.
America's
First Asian pet
New rule beget
Foreigners pass.
When the dog's free
From charms of boss
Suffered weight loss
Makes self hungry.
But, its puppies
Away from thee
Fills their tummy
Return booties.
When stocks will store
Wisely by host
Future's not lost
New things explore.
Filipino –
The “World's Servant”
Role's important
Yellow halo!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
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Where have I seen you before?
Did you catch me smiling through modes of a dream?
Why does your face stay in my mind?
Polarized behind closed eyelids at night.
Leaving its fading iridescence to desire.
And suddenly the flame is blown out.
By the placid warm breath of a new dawn.
Left with silence and memories to rend.
Until you adorn the theaters of my mind again.
Behold the Present
(ere truth be twisted)
Behold the present now: though Truth be rent,
And bent by Fate to counterfeit intent;
Reverse it, rend it—still the hour stands
To name thee won by no deferred commands.
The ages mask what breathes before their eyes,
They gild the lie and christen doubt as wise;
Yet every veil they draw, each fraud they spin,
But strips the world and hastens truth within.
For Truth bends not to time, nor tongue, nor crowd;
She waits while empires rise and fall unbow’d.
Stand here—no court beyond this breath is lent:
The sentence speaks: thou art now won, present.
Our LORD is coming soon,
Let us get ready,
Morning, night, evening, noon,
Anytime, said He,
His beloved children
Will fly on a whim,
The race, those who still run
Will meet up with Him,
In the blink of an eye,
The trumpet will sound,
The dead will be raised high
From the shackling ground,
Archangel's voice, no doubt,
The heavens will rend,
From heaven with a shout,
The Lord will descend,
He'll come in like manner
As to heav'n He went,
Dead will raise in honour,
We'll join the ascent,
Caught up with them in clouds
To meet Him mid-air,
Go missing from the crowds
Who'll wonder and stare,
His saved children, we'll don
Immortality,
Death swallowed up in yon
Christian victory,
Let's comfort each other,
We'll be with the LORD,
Dead and alive together,
To JESUS restored.
Oh, do not weep, my sweetest heart,
For every tear doth rend me apart;
I do not hate thee when thou cry,
But lo! I die a little nigh.
Each droplet fallen from thine eye,
Strikes ‘gainst my soul, and bids me sigh;
For when I see thy spirit torn,
My heart grows frail, my will is worn.
It is not thee I curse, but me,
Whose love hath brought such misery;
To see thee pale, thy soft lips quiver...
God knows, I’d bear thy pain forever.
Would I could take thy grief away,
And bleed instead, till break of day;
For every sob that shakes thy breast,
Steals peace and mercy from my rest.
I love thee still...too deep, too true,
Though thou know’st not what love can do;
Each cry of thine, each trembling breath,
Draws me, my love, still nearer death.
So weep no more, or I shall fade,
A ghost of guilt thy tears have made;
For in thine anguish, I can see...
All that is good hath died in me.
Beneath this chest of winter’s keep,
Where silence folds her weary art,
No pulse may stir, no passion leap—
A frost hath bound my barren heart.
Once sang the lark of youth’s delight,
Once bloomed the rose in tender part;
But time hath quenched that golden light—
And stilled this stone-cold heart.
Yet thou, with eyes like twilight rain,
Whose sorrow softens where I start,
Couldst wake the long-forgotten pain,
And rend this frozen heart apart.
No sword, no flame, could pierce its shield,
No mortal warmth its depths impart;
But if thy tears should fall, revealed—
They’d break my stone-cold heart.
Isreal surrounded, world turns against it
Because of inhuman acts..So geographically
The Prophecies will be fullfilled..Yet the only
Ones who will be saved out of this will be
( spiritual Jews..I E Born again beleivers.' Not
Dogmatic readers of past texts..Yet those
( who have passed from death to life ) Today..'
Today is the Day of salvation..' rend your hearts
And not your garments, accept Yeshua be one
With God.)
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt
Aphrodite sours the lengths rend
Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls
Drug addiction wounds families,
weakens the nation,
and steals the people's joy.
Dear parents,
you are the frontline warriors-
Rise and fight the menace.
Plan wisely your stretegy.
Do not be disheartened or fall,
when your son is addicted;
and do not let it damage your health.
Wake early each day,
exercise beneath the morning sky,
eat nutritious food,
and keep both body and mind fit .
For it is a struggle to survive,
to shield the young from death's grim knife,
and from the jaws that seek and rend.
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