The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along to the left, where the road winds to the right, a café
I thought of going in for a beer, but the dog, if left outside
would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn, but I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make up for to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole man with a dog
walking down a road he had never been to before, his mother
had died, and the point of reference was missing
now
Categories:
right(a), 12th grade, absence, anger,
Form: ABC
Expressions
Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to sound
more positive, overlooking the slight hesitation of one
not sure he is right, a lack of irony which I think is vital
in our daily life
My article about facial observance was no longer mine
it had little to do with what I was thinking at the time
I ask, how does AI know what a correct expression is
Categories:
right(a), absence, abuse, addiction, age,
Form: ABC
Need I my dear son
Show you the light of sun
Or teach you how to croon
Under a half or a full moon..
You seem to learn and know
As you live, bond and grow
How to successful be
While trying to be..
Should I my dear son
Tell you how to be the one
Or for you life recipes prepare
And dare hamper your very flair..
You seem to learn how to right a wrong
And know how to compose a better song
How to responsible be
While trying to be..
Could I my dear son
Recite what should be done
For you many a path pave
Deny your right to seek what you crave..
But you seem to know as you learn
The wealth of Life how to earn
How to stand all that is harsh and rough
Craft your art from scratch and stay tough.
Categories:
right(a), family, future, graduation, growth,
Form: Rhyme
When Night Had No Mercy
I walked alone, dusk held the air,
A fork ahead—school light there,
And on the right, a shadowed wall,
Where silence hummed the siren's call.
Then feet—too many—closed around,
A hand, too rough, too fast, no sound.
My mouth was sealed, the sky went black,
They dragged me down, no turning back.
A van—its door, a waiting tomb,
They flung me in—a shifting room.
Blindfolded, breath against the floor,
Their boots—my blanket, pain and more.
The engine screamed, the night took flight,
My name dissolved into the night.
A hunted pulse beneath their heel,
No law, no face, just iron and steel.
I wake with sweat, the dream still burns,
As if the van forever turns.
No trial, no voice, no morning sun—
A terror time that’s never done.
Categories:
right(a), dark, dream, fear, violence,
Form: Verse
The mulberry fell to its knees;
in Smith-Gilbert Garden, it prays,
near the moss-stone steps;
and I look on, in curiosity.
It was an oddity, but I learned
of its plight. In sorrow, we make
it right, a great fall onto infrangible ground.
Like a bonsai tree, twisted.
Listed, like a ship at storm,
but sailors will never use nets,
to cast, for silent butterflies;
In July, they gather.
Hereby is Summer magic,
buzzing bees, buckeyes, swallowtails
and painted ladies (sailors swear by them).
Yes, all the prayers needed.
Unimpeded, the mulberry fell,
whilst fluttering wings that disappear
in season’s cold, bring merriness,
there’s little hope for thee.
Still, we visit the treasure that bows,
climb the steps, for a further glimpse.
This garden is where I stroll
among the butterflied tree.
Categories:
right(a), butterfly, tree,
Form: Free verse
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that made a man whose lowly job was to oil the engine feel racially superior; this was daft as the oiler had more in common with black people than he realized as we both suffered from segregation by those who wore suits working in an office
In America, with her many racial problems, we tended to side with the oppressed black people we had not noticed politics had entered into the fray; let to a man called Floyd, was killed by a cop who had trained for riot control in Israel Floyd, an addict, was not a person to look up to
Categories:
right(a), anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: ABC
Changing is ever universal
As society changes, the rules change as
formed by themselves....
But how, what,? why changes come out
Just like failure is a part of success;
Thus go changes a part of life.
Nothing is ever the same everyday,,
And the only constant truth is:
You only get your actions to live and die with.
The impact that everlasts your existence in this universe.
Peps say if you don't change you won't growth
Coz as you remain same you won't find you-
within yourself, you'll never find you.
Life is unpredictable, changes took place
And though it feels eternal..
Happens for the best of reasons!!
It is the feeling of some happenings beyond you
You must cross this phase by any means may be less or much...
This change is just around your surroundings;
You don't change
People around you change,
The expectations of you change..
Do anything , say anything
But change in right direction fellow..
Bhayalina
Baishya
Categories:
right(a), change, people, universe,
Form: Rhyme
Indulging in wealth and abundance,
The people make feasts with a dance.
Slaves in the fleeting world forget their story,
Let us not throw stones at millennia of history!
Why do we erase the past in our memories,
When traces of it lie in historical records?
The lives lived by our ancestors past,
May to be returned in the future must!
Don’t boast of being rich beyond measure,
Nor despair thinking you’re poor leisure.
What matters is the sustenance given by God,
So don’t waste it on the left or right a lot!
Categories:
right(a), dance,
Form: Rhyme
Is it the invisible things that I love the most
Or flowers and cakes and a trip to coast
What is love's worth ,if not seen day by day
But eagerly awaited for that daunting day
Don't get me wrong, I vouch for the 14th let it be
But a love felt every second, is what truly feels free
A love patient and kind a love that binds
A love not jealous and boastful, a love that is hopeful
A love not arrogant and rude, does not insist on it's own way
not irritable or resentful, that keeps those vices at bay
A love that rejoices in right, a love that endures
a love that never ends, a love that cures.
I guess my point, what I'm trying to say
Is I crave for a Valentine's, that is every day
Categories:
right(a), bible, christian, inspirational love,
Form: Rhyme
I know you won’t live forever, but if there’s one thing I can guarantee, your going to live forever in me,
if my days come to an end, and it’s the last thing I do, I promise to spend the rest of my days loving you, from morning to night, I’ll show you a love considered right, a love that shines through the dark, the brightest light you’ve ever seen, every time I tell you I love you, this paragraph is what i mean,
i love you, doesn’t describe how i feel about you, i love you are words to little for you, I would keep you in my heart, the place only I know, the place where my love will continue to grow, there’s millions of words in the dictionary, yet none of them can describe what you mean to me,
every moment we spend together, it’s something bittersweet and memorable, but if I had to describe you in one word, I think I’d say inevitable,
Categories:
right(a), faith, i love you,
Form: Rhyme
The consequences known, foretold for years,
a crushing blow would break the country’s back,
eclipsing the most pessimistic fears,
a devastating night of blackest black…
The zealots would be working ‘round the clock
to mete out punishment to those opposed,
while sheeple, noses pressed to glass, just gawked
’neath red bills lest their faces be exposed.
Impossible as it might seem to most,
the world did spin much like the day before,
though once the quakes were dampened on the coasts,
it tilted to the right a little more.
Go hug your neighbor, whether loss or win;
In four short years, we do it all again!
Categories:
right(a), america, political,
Form: Sonnet
I dream of opportunities of valor
Hope i can right a wrong
Plan to stand against tides of injustice
Count on myself to sing victory's song
I only can watch in impudence
And know the darkness is to great
But if i fan the smallest flickering flame of love
I can at least warm my present state
Categories:
right(a), inspiration, love,
Form: Rhyme
A candlelit room, love's sweet embrace,
A romantic setup, a magical space.
Soft music playing, filling the air,
As they danced together, without a care.
Where love could blossom at its prime,
Where in candlelight, they might have dined,
In the midst of all, he fell off his dove—
Bitten by the venom of love.
In shadows deep, a heart did weep,
A lover's loss, a vow to keep.
In vengeance sworn, a deed was done,
Blood on hands 'neath moonlit sun.
For justice failed, or so he thought,
In sorrow's grip, his reason caught.
He sought to right a grievous wrong,
Yet now he stands, condemned, alone.
His love avenged, yet at what cost?
In chains he's bound, his freedom lost.
A murderer of another's pain,
Now he bears the mark of Cain.
In somber silence, he must dwell,
Within the depths of his own hell.
A tragic tale of love and strife,
A man condemned to spend his life.
Categories:
right(a), 11th grade, death, deep,
Form: Elegy
The dense smoke billowing throughout the morning air
Flames jumped from tree top to tree top putting us in deep despair
With each step, our breathing becomes more laboured
The intense heat that envelopes us is surely not doing us any favors
To make matters worse a strong wind is now fanning the flames
Branches on fire escape from their trunks now litter the terrain
Just to add to our plight the noise that the blaze creates is so deafening to endure
Time to find our way to safety is running out, that we can say for sure
Just when all hope would appear to be lost, a voice can be heard
Off to our right, a firefighter appears ensuring us a safe return
To the brave people who rescued us today, thanks are hardly enough
To all first responders, I salute you for being in harm's way to protect us
Categories:
right(a), fire, nature,
Form: Rhyme
So this be the day after
nineteen forty-one
Be December the eighth, the
nightmare has begun.
Pearl Harbor still in blazes
all watched the Pearl dull,
Bodies are everywhere, some
crawl or ... not at all.
Some boats are okay, though they're
mostly smaller ships,
Large ones burning, some capsized ...
need to come to grips.
"We are having our jobs cut
out for us, Franklin,"
"Do you think my namesake has
some sort of game plan."
"They sure dropped on us, we should
put the drop on them."
"Government can make something
we can throw at 'um
"Infamy, Frank's way over
there, and it's just us."
"Last I heard, all his four son's
giving dad justice."
"Serving somewhere ... let's holster
the guns." "Right, a-ha!"
"Don't need 'um carrying the
stretchers, GO!" "Oorah!"
Categories:
right(a), allusion, analogy, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
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