Traffic lights gleamed dark red
What was I ever thinking?
It was a cramped party, hallways smelled of whiskey
Sound of the bass boomed on down from the kitchen
You stole my glance so quick, didn't even bother asking
Like an amazed crowd, my eyes were stuck like tape
Your clamping steel grip led me to your flashy car
Rows of young women wearing lace robes
Didn't you say this was just a small dinner?
You whisper a sentence, then line us all up
This isn't the romance I thought I deserved
You love some textbook more than your wives
Is this my home or a cruel trick I don't get?
Veiled and draped in a gown, mute and helpless
My eyes do the talking which I cannot do
That same blue Mercedes drives me to Valhalla
Revolts and protesting got us to the top
We lead this group better than he ever did
Come on! Is that the best blast you've got?
Your thunder tantrums don't scare me - Your flash and flare they're half hot!
I love this dunder, blunder, thunder, and underhand rumble-in-the-jungle!
Touché! Olé! We're duellin' again with fork-pronged lightn' sparkling lances.
Clang! Bang! Ker-pow! Ker-plunk! Ker-thump! - Your thunder's late by years!
I flash, bash, smash, crash, gnash — while your Ker-boom goes boom blah, blah, Ahah!
Your quick flashback, claptrap wisecracks come back five seconds late.
Bolt after bolt, your jolts, revolts, cheap-shots and pot-shots hit my ear flaps.
All roar, no score, no gore, no nosebleeds — just air stabs in ionized air.
By then your temper, torage, outrage, out in the garage is binned — You lost!
You ain't learned nothin' from last night's plate-a-smashin' dry run.
Oh No! Don't let the rain come down!
We're both having far far too much fun!
You can't resist, can you — spoiling the perfect row —
By making up, way, way, way ..... too soon!
596.
Learn History of Revolutionary Period!
Learn Revolutionary Period History
Drastic changes, uprisings in every country
Rise of Capitalism, emergence of Socialism
Awakening of Nationalism, revolts against Imperialism
Dramatic developments in the field of technology
Fighting for ideology, fighting against slavery
Many colonies sought independence from their colonizers
Led by revolutionaries like the Sepoys & the Boxers.
-12/15/2017
(Dumarao
*WHN Poems
379.
The 3 R's
The oppressive Spanish rule gained 3 Responses
From illuminated writers to infuriated armed forces…
Revolts became widespread from up to down
By Muslims, by pagans in a province or town
Reform was a movement against discrimination
By enlightened scholars who awakened the nation
Revolution called for freedom from Mother Spain
To end the years of their corruption and gain
…Through these 3 R's, we formed our identity
We've learned we're different, we have our own country!
-09/13/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
The Uba flies,Sani Pass flickers under streetlights,
My chest aches with thought,lungs burn with reminiscence,
Sacrificing pride twists my mind with doubt,she lingers unseen-
I remain still
Mist owns Vrede,a sunless Free State night in autumn,
My pulse revolts,doubt gnaws the edges of determination-
I grip the door handle,heart rebelling,breath caught-
I order the driver back
The sodium street lights
Your few striped freckles
The makeshift tattoo on my palm
A couple? Never. It's always been a triple or even a single at best,
A circle of medics healing medics.
This distortion is fine
It's a revolution of entrancing revolts.
Relics ignite for every star in the ground,
Scattered upon my brain.
To my pressed, dear, deadest flowers...
You keep leaving me out!
Crystalise for me, so I can die again for you.
My precious opalite,
Your purity is a miracle.
My beloved flaked obsidian,
Your impurity is a fiasco.
Both are much to be worshipped.
But now what am I to you>
The myriad, or the clone?
You keep me enshrined.
You rekindle yourself.
You say the circle is perfect, but it ends 4 corners behind.
I guess I'm only history.
Set me alight
If you dare.
“Handmaid of Patriarchy”
the garden rezoned
Embattled virility
misogyny cloned
As Delilah revolts
a new Samson on scene
One half of the whole
left to drown in the stream
Each genders new quotient
to minus the plus
A He without Her
— the destruction of us
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
Oh greatness, the king of days
You look so tired and stressed
Are there no maids in the race?
You acquired so much torture in quest
They violated you for your good ways
Great man full of honour, and no stress
You began encountering their riotic pace
Who killed the your power to test
You had believed in acquiring grace
Now that revolts are worth the rest
WHAT attempt have you told the face?
Oh great upstream python, you suggest
That great minds should face the race
For winning is the very best.
They confiscated the paradox; they called it unlawful,
Carving the truth to the desired measure,
Shaming the threat and killing the unworthy.
But for years in the grayness created with blood,
Years of inhaling toxic facades and consuming revolts,
He brought jewels to her feet and worshiped
The same idea and image that everyone hated.
In a world of shadows, where words are cut,
And thoughts are shaped like clay,
Truth hides under veils of silence,
While dreams are hunted like prey in the night.
We try to see through the cracks of reality,
To find sparks of light in the dense darkness,
But the paradox, that divine gift, slips through our fingers,
In a world that prefers the silence of comfortable lies.
And yet, in our depths, we know that truth,
Though carved and mutilated, continues to breathe,
A small but unyielding flame that burns,
In the hearts of those who still dare to dream.
One Day the Soul will Rise Up
to Live in True Potential of a Most Glorious Creed,
In Light, To Quest for Greater Things
One of Purpose, a Path Enlightening
Enduring Skyward Into Pantheons Beyond
Into Realms Of Bliss and Golden Psalms
where the Mind Revolts and Soars Abode
and The Higher Man Triumphs Forth
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
If lack of love confronts you,
face him with love...
If he doesn't abdicate
don't surrender...
If he revolts,
treat him with
further love yet...
If none is worth it,
offer him truly and calmly,
with tenderness, the exit door... !
Life revolts against
the fundamental law of Nature
for all things to inevitably degrade
to maximum disorder, entropy
with minimum free energy.
Life builds structure and order
against the trend
and needs to capture
and burn energy continually
to maintain its form and existence
against the ravages
of entropy and decay.
To survive living things must
conserve themselves,
transmit their seed
to new generations
and develop more successful
forms in a continuum.
Once the chain of transmission
is broken, the life form
degrades to dust,
and ceases to exist,
a dangling, fleeting species gone forever.
Life is an enigma, a peculiar chemistry,
a rebel against the laws of nature
fighting for the survival of its disparity
to avoid its inevitable degradation,
for now.
Your hallowed chamber shuts its doors
Against our constricted faces
As our feet endure heated floors
Because of a million cases
Before your oath, we gave the votes
In spite of sweltering coercions
But now your tongue tags us felons
Because the multitude revolts
You have corrupted the chamber
And shown contempt for citizens
By putting gold before service
And self before voiceless people
Like those whose seats you now possess
The bullion unites your voices
Against a people expectant
Because they pant for change anew
With ballots ready for harvest
You brandish your lack of virtue
By offering us stale porridge
To yet again sell you our rights
When we resist the enticement
You unleash vicious touts on us
To take that not freely given
As mandate of the populace
Our tolerance is expired
Now we possess the raw courage
And are proud to bear our anger
In cleansing the debauched chamber
By allowing her to leave in haste
and miss the signal of fate’s consequence,
I wrestle with this fumed moment…and
as knuckled hands tighten, my quest
for closure suffocates a hallway.
Backdoor lightly opens…the shadow- woman
rushes down down iron stairways.
I clutch those quivering hands upon rails...
her sweat mixed with tears grinding on my arms,
while I taste its pain, smell its despair.
The pungent flavour reeks of hidden sins,
of untold confessions trapped within
hardened pores: I wail, she wails
on the steep floor...
and we holler again. This need to open
what is locked from chains revolts me.
Afraid , I let go plugging the knob
which could finally release my false self.
........................
Craig Cornish's Contest
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere
9/19/2020
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