Any Cost
I believe that this world will always be desolate, no matter what
There is no amount of starting anew that will change this fact
And the society we have painstakingly built? It’s just as merciless
Our society is based on convenience and nothing else
As we value that above everything else, sadly, in this world
And we are making everyone think alike because it’s more
convenient
I thought that I could bring them into the light willingly
They fooled me into believing it had worked
But that was their sinister plan: they were plotting revenge
So they took my precious treasure before their time: her
While I sat there with my heart shattered
They reverted back to their original ways with laughter
As I cried my eyes out, a dark thought appeared in my head
It whispered to get vengeance on this world
And not to give a damn about being kind about it
So that is my plan to drag this world forward
At any cost. I have nothing to lose
"I'll give you the world,
But what will you do with that glimpse?"
Divinity provided many times,
Before I was ready and again needed to shift.
Not punishment...but instilled a yearning for wholeness,
Which would break again to layer in the new.
Our capacity expands as we embrace the fractals,
Or lies stagnant when we hold onto a precious few.
The Kindest have that darkness,
The safety mechanisms of the mind.
Reverted back to what felt familiar and remembered,
The parts mirrored of me that was to scared to shine.
Which requires a first step,
Maybe ten, stumbling the entire time.
Suddenly those muscles recognise the movement,
Sprinting faster and now in a straight line.
Who I am, will be who I once was,
Also who I was meant to become, before.
Learning when to rest and when to run,
Understanding the root, that feeling of unsure.
Vulnerability is a necessity,
Leading in deep lessons along the way.
Choosing warmth not kindness,
Loneliness over pain,
Meeting myself, again and again.
One could not avoid the putrescence clinging to every atom in every direction
Stoplights blinked caution in cruel irony
Racoons only emerging from city sewers at night had no instinct to return underneath such bounty
Tho power was erratic & petrol a memory radios still broadcast updates on weather patterns to avoid toxic ash-fall
People waited in long lines
Water
Food
Blankets
Protesting was useless
No one is listening
Life reverted to tribalism
Faces emerged from clouds speaking a language similar to Egyptian their message unclear
The clouds began to break-up spewing hordes of elf-like creatures with horrid pinched features if there was a message I guess that train left the station
Firstly I had an onesided love with a man
Who turned out to never have had a plan.
He played guitar, he always loved music,
But he never cared for my heart so lovesick.
This man once first loved me with a passion
Until he reverted back to his strict religion.
He expected me to change myself for him,
But I am a woman who follows every whim.
I loved him despite being held arm's length,
Because I bear understanding and strength.
Even though we were nice, I was not enough.
He never saw me as a diamond in the rough.
Rather than try to appease this hypocrite,
I decided one day to just let him have it:
The truth of how he made me feel conflicted
In my own mind over all things he defended.
Wartime stocks plummet.
The Pentagon declares bankruptcy.
The Department of War is closed.
Illegal gun smuggling comes to a halt.
Everyone complies to God’s commandment:
“Thou shall not kill”
Murder becomes obsolete.
“Enemy” is removed from the dictionary.
The results would be phenomenal...
All our time and energy could now be spent on
Earthly emergencies and natural disasters.
Everyday problem solvers become modern day heroes.
Pollution, global warming, over population...
Systematically eliminated.
Governments’ economies never need shut down.
Lost instincts for survival are revitalized...
Priorities diverted to preventing planetary extinction events
And destinies reverted to manifesting the Cosmos.
Everyone embraces cultural diversity
And declares all human beings as Earthlings.
Enlightenment is achievable.
Peace is possible...
Just amputate the Arms race.
Keep your guns permanently locked away.
Buy a telescope.
Have No Fear
When I was girl, in Catholic primary school,
I dared not question a thing, I thought how uncool!
But as I grew, I met immensely brilliant, guiding folk.
They gave my mind, atomic, gigantic welcome, jolts!
Those jolts still live and shine brightly in me today.
I never reverted again to create things in others’ ways.
And,,,so i no longer go sniffing like a pup for approval.
No pats on my head, no~ it is all outer drivel!
I feel like a bird, freed from a rusty, old cage..
I learned self-acknowledgement is truly God’s page!
Stand up for yourself, I am not kidding.
Writing to please others is a false and dull bidding.
Poets may avoid you, do count that as a huge win!
You were not created to be another’s poetry twin.
Make a difference with your valuable words…
Sometimes, they may have to be used as swords.
Stand up, be brave, we only go around life once
Stand for good, may your words,fill the air with a punch!
9/9/2025
Ancient howling came back to Earth
And before long more species followed
Some contested against this unnatural birth
But no one could deny it’s monetary worth
Then after a little - our world was swallowed
Even though we lacked a time machine
We ended back up in the Pliocene
Then we fell
We fell down and down
Further down the chain
The more scientists screwed with the current domain
Some of us reverted back as well
Gathering and hunting, because our old-new world fell
Some would live and some would die
Kids were taken and mothers cried
The ones in white coats were mostly taken first
They were the ones who unleashed the curse
Cities got taken by giant birds
They roosted atop the buildings we built
Everywhere you went, a sound could be heard
The sound of blood being spilt
Predators and their megafauna prey
Against each other make the worst sound I’ve heard to this day
But at least it’ll keep them fed
Sometimes that sound made me sleep more soundly in my bed
Oh how the tables turn
And how we turned them till the world burned
Why does no one care?
Why are we here?
Why should we love if it only results in heartbreak?
Why do we run for purpose, to be only crushed by the crowd,
Killing you with every word.
What is good and bad?
What would happen if the two interchange?
Would we collapse or find new meaning within?
Why do we fall in love like we sleep,
Slowly then all at once?
Why must we be blamed and hurt even when it wasn’t our fault?
Be termed insane and excluded from all,
For only pushing past the boundaries of society,
Only because they’re afraid of what they’ll find.
Why must we lie, knowing it will only hurt us more?
Why do we let ourselves be entangled into the webs of love?
By merely following a voice,
And knowingly signing up for pain that can’t be reverted.
Why do we go into lengths to prove ourselves worthy to those
who we love,
And to those who don’t know our worth?
Why do we kill ourselves with the horrors we plague?
Hoping for a sliver of joy,
and a notion that the other side would be better in every way,
Than the suffering I endure everyday.
This was once a sea of mud
Where thousands bled!
Before it reverted to!
A field of Flanders Poppy Red.
Do lines of ghostly squaddies!
Plough through ethereal mire!
In an endless quest to!
Charge the enemy barbed wire.
Do Mill Bombs explode!
As machine guns bark!
Sending many of the brave!
Into death's final dark.
How many bodies sank
Into that glutinous paste
Just futile victims of
A futile war's waste.
Do those shades fight bravely
Or do they fight with despair
Knowing it was sheer folly
That they were ever there.
The Flanders Poppy thrives
It's vivid scarlet red
An enduring tribute to those
Many brave but wasted dead.
And the massed white tombstones
In their precise lines and ranks
Are tended with love and care
In sincere but inadequate thanks
17 October 1916 the Battle of The Somme enterd its 109th day and had 32 more to run. It lasted 141 day in total. It saw the first use of the tank in battle, and extensive use of air power.
Casualties: British and Empire: 420,000, French: 200,000, German: between 434,000 and 500,000.
It was classed as “inconclusive.”
100 Years On I feel like crying/
That morning I woke, just a normal day,
Shower running warm,
Ready for a new day.
Early morning team catch up, tills prepared,
Door unlocked, and they enter with their glares,
In they come, one by one.
The usual faces great me,
The daily moans and groans.
Lunchtime is here, and peace descends,
The ever flowing footfall of people is coming to an end.
Then in you enter, strong and tall,
Your at my desk, just before I fall.
A gun you hold, right at my head,
Terror takes over, I think I am dead.
You look at me with a darkened stare,
Your words so clear, yet full of fear,
You took the money and ran away,
You ruined my life on that day.
The years you took, I simply cannot forgive,
The person I became, I reverted to being a kid.
You broke me, I crumbled,
You made me feel like I was dead,
You changed my life forever and are forever in my head.
TEMPUS FUGIT
I seemed to be going through a change,
Maybe the male menopause.
Or perhaps a mid-life crisis,
But I had fun whatever the cause.
I purchased a Harley Davidson
To roar about the place
And I rescued my flares from the wardrobe
That I’d held on to, just in case
With a cowboy shirt and a shoe-lace tie,
I reckoned I looked pretty cool.
But my wife said they weren’t back in fashion
And I simply looked an old fool
I dug out my vinyl collection,
Mostly Bill Hayley and Elvis,
And tried to relive the days of my youth
On the dance floor, rotating my pelvis.
But, last week, I fell off the Harley,
Performing a series of dares
And it caused great amusement in A & E
When the nurse had to cut off my flares.
So now it’s out of my system,
I’ve reverted to acting my age.
As I sit with my pipe and slippers,
Dressed head-to-toe in beige
Elvis has gone back in the loft
And I have to say he’s not missed.
For now, for relaxation,
I listen to Mozart and Liszt.
5th February 2022
Latin Lessons poetry contest
Sponsor - Margarita Lillico
Mom, snuggle please.
My body was-
Unnatural.
I had reverted.
And I will stay here.
Influenced by fears.
That were seeping through the tears.
Mom.
Her haunting love.
That peaks through the boulders-
That separate me from reality.
My wife came home from a clinic,
after seeing the doctor today.
She had a big smile on her face,
before she had these words to say,
“The doctor said my health is great,
for forty-five and then I was told,
that I had the breasts of a woman,
who was just an eighteen year old”.
I just looked up from my paper
and had a slight smirk on my face,
before I reverted to sarcasm,
thinking this’ll put her in her place.
So then I made this smart remark,
“What did the doctor say about,
your fat forty-five year old bum?”
My wife gave a sigh and replied,
“Your name wasn’t mentioned old chum”.
The astral plane above knew no division of east and west,
No barbed-wire border pierced its vast expanse.
The sentry reverted his gaze swiftly back to base,
His visage firmly fixed in the dark shadows of duty.
No stellar show would dampen his resolve this night.
Binoculars raised, pernicious pistol ready
He scanned the ghostly death strip ahead .
Hostility hovered, lying in wait for a fool’s enterprise;
A daring dash for future promise.
In the distance, dogs started yelping
Searchlights scoured the pounding no-man’s land;
that bloodied blemish on freedom’s smooth pathway.
Tonight, no soul would traverse the treacherous terrain
For the stars shone too brightly up above.
02.11.20
Eight Word Challenge 11 Poetry Contest Sponsored by John Hamilton
COMPULSORY WORDS: : 1. DAMPEN, 2. BLEMISH 3. PERNICIOUS. 4. TRAVERSE
5. SENTRY 6. VISAGE 7. ASTRAL 8. ENTERPRISE
An ounce of love intensified into a cup of memories
those memories over filled the rim and spilled into a bowl of appreciation
a plate will be needed to hold all of the ramifications that accrued.
This full plate needs to be reverted back to its giver.
Giving back appreciation for those memories one has been fulfilled with.
An ounce of gratefulness will spread the table cloth for
a meal of thankfulness that all have been blessed with
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