Are my thoughts too loud,
Does the breeze of my breath graze your skin in the heat of summer?
And my hands cling too tightly that your palms sweat,
And you count the seconds until I notice?
Do my words come out staggered and awkward-
Far apart and yet too close,
And do I linger far too long for hands held too stiff for an applause? [one that won’t occur]
Do you like me kinder, sweeter and quiet?
Am I preferred to lie in the heat of battle,
And to falter at rejection? [Whilst known I did]
Is it not okay to stand too quickly, [After being paddled down]
Or am I meant to bow to the sun whilst turning my back on the moon,
Meant to favour right over left,
Sand on my blistering palms instead of the fields used to roam,
And thank the lord that I have hands at all.
When my skin starts to peel, [Under pounding heat]
Are my lips then parted justifiably?
When my eyes start to dry,
And my throat starts to ache, [Parched, unlike before]
Are my rights there undeniably?
Is there proof of humanity,
Under rubbled buildings?
Are our bones a remnant of life
Or do we lie there undefinably.
Categories:
rubbled, discrimination, imagery, introspection, war,
Form: Free verse
Howja geddit by firearms?
Gotta back to Semtex rams?
As the world warms
societies suffer dying fams
Letcha now my Lucid
Insanity and conflict did
Homes were demolished to rid
Livelihoods rubbled unsplendid
Why ju tay kit the life driven
Kissing catalyst of counterbidden
Every whisper hafta fill emotional burden
Wanna dance oh handmaiden?
This is so aptly my meow
Howzit going your salty war blow?
Whajoo do with it till now?
Begging in peace row
Walking tall to move
Wrapped blue groove
Gotcha embark my love
Lemme in and go my hove
Categories:
rubbled, love, war,
Form: Ballade
A flash in the planetary cause,
a momentary held applause
on the evolutionary roll of time paused;
These last seconds on the timeline hesitate
when man appears upon fostering the world's fate
and the future lay waiting at the entry gate.
He loots, he burns fastidious.
he murders the people indigenous
claiming conquering superiority as if it were religious.
This is not religions toll,
this was not humanity's goal,
this in not Christian, Muslim or Jewish states
this is a world on the brink of late
bent on self destruction and hate.
History's lesson remain unlearned
distorted, twisted, scorned
laying in a rubbled heap
denial and lie making all life cheap.
Is there such a creature as an honest man in power
the hero of the hour
stretching out his opened hand
that reveals the gift to understand?
We, the people of this earth
take pride and gratitude of every birth
and it's time the leaders do
those that claim they represent every me and you.
If we're not careful and diligent
the earth may not be that resilient
find your heart and your roots
recognize the power in the truth.
Categories:
rubbled, america, earth, time,
Form: Rhyme
Silence clung to the weeping wind,
As the people lay huddled
In the cold hands of war.
Earth torn and blood stained
Beneath weary feet.
Echoes of destruction,
Hauntingly whisper in ravaged ears,
Mutilating the souls within.
Silence wept for the casualties of war.
Fires fed by rubbled heaps,
Buildings, but skeletal remains now,
Lay etched blackened against a red, smoke filled sky.
What once was home,
Now a graveyard of flames.
War torn lands
By greed consumed.
War torn lands
With hate infused,
Humanity all but failed.
Innocence pulled apart,
Ruled by monsters with blackened hearts.
With iron will stone fists hailed down.
Silence wept as the bombs dropped,
Silence mourns pitiful cries of fear,
Silence swept over the innocent
Upon who final judge and jury fell.
Categories:
rubbled, dark, war,
Form: I do not know?
L ovely metallic lady lost in Aisle Eight,
O n a rubbled spillway frightened and alone.
V ehicular damage on fore and aft flanks;
E legant figure now ravaged by time.
S toically braving the wind and the storm;
O ft' calling my name like a sea-captain's horn.
F rantically searching this vast sea of death,
M ired in a morass of cold and dead souls.
Y earning for the warmth of a highway, which she'll never see;
L ivid with anger at too early a demise.
I rritated that her eyes are no longer mine;'
F illed with the despair of one who was wronged.
E nvious of my new love's new whistles and bells.
Categories:
rubbled, farewell, lost love, love,
Form: Acrostic
There is no pain
that is unaccompanied
by light blinding
or translucent like seeing
the sun through a flame or another's petite morte
as you climax,
and heap in rubbled bodies,
others cast in panoptic stone
by the suffocating beauty of the soldiered
rose-blossoms.
They cry, cry out in ineffable joy at the sky
or lips fall heavy to the dust
as they climax,
and entwined in fervent bodies
we all come to know what makes us bare another
sadness swaddled in marble arms.
Categories:
rubbled, political, social, soldier, war,
Form: Free verse
The festive season is nigh on
give thoughts and prayers, to those who have none
of the simple luxuries,most take for granted
the felling of trees,mostly never replanted.
The elderly afraid to heat their homes
the rich don christmas lit dwellings, and garden gnomes.
Our troops all around the world,families apart
parents and children missing them, with all their heart.
No fun at all people living the street
a hungry stomach,searching for heat.
Most passing them by,no second care
what if one day,they were there?
The starving millions throughout the land
walking bare feet,on rubbled sand.
Christmas morning being just another day
it`s the 21st century,it shouldn`t be this way.
Giving thanks to what i have got.
Sponsor Leonora Galinta
Contest Name CHRISTMAS EPIC POEM
Categories:
rubbled, caregiving, christmas, peace,
Form: Rhyme
"Lone Survivor"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Sonnet)
He wandered through each ravaged street,
death lurked wherever strayed his feet,
His ears resounded with frantic, dying calls,
of those whose blood stained the city's walls,
With tears he gazed at the darkened sky,
cursed what bombed his city till it would die,
Before him lay the rubbled graves,
of his mother and siblings it now saves,
He stood there transfixed, confused,
His life's last few hours misused, abused,
He stood there numb as time moved on,
In the blink of an eye his haven was gone,
Is there ever a fate so worse,
than a corpse deprived the funeral hearse?
Categories:
rubbled, war
Form: Sonnet
A mistake we made,
now the troubles will repay.
Should have kept going,
cause now were dreading everyday.
My life is not bad nor troubled.
I hope you dont get to sad or rubbled.
One day again i will see you my friend.
One day you'll see this is not the end.
We'll speak our hearts,
Even if were apart.
We may not talk,
but our spirits will still walk.
They'll spread our dreams,
And show our lies.
They'll spread our regret,
And know we always tried.
Categories:
rubbled, caregiving, confusion, friendship, hope,
Form: Free verse