Blaring lights of glaring savauge,
Gaudy surmise ceased to suprise
Light of darkness, sun to the sky,
In sight to sanitise the tear of thy eye
Unswept and wept 'pon broken bodice,
Wept and kept and hounded the goddess
Fanned the fawn of cauterised fallace,
Hell of cold, unearthly palace
Chaste and torn chest of satis,
Man to maid and hound of malice
Seam to see unravel of ravage,
Goddess to test the fondest of savage.
Categories:
sanitise, for him,
Form: Couplet
must be nice
re-united are souls separated on Earth,
memories come to life, once again.
Uncles, Aunts, grandpas and grandmas -
a newly formed family, up in heaven.
must be nice
Whilst we still hold on to past departures,
for death still stings when days turn cold,
as scars attempt to re-surface, deep within our hearts.
Food is harder to swallow, gulping down liquids to help ease the throat meant to tempt the tears to fall.
must be nice
Oh how we wish we could gain access to supervised visits, sanitise our sensitivity,
for those who left before you are now blessed to have you.
must be nice -
we miss you, no matter the years gone by,
we miss you, especially on Christmas time.
18 December 2022
"Christmas in Heaven: A focus on loved ones in Heaven at Christmastime" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelly
Categories:
sanitise, absence, death, dedication, feelings,
Form: Free verse
THE HOLY GHOST TRAIN
through Covid terrain
Groping in the present with fogged up view
I look for a lead, for someone to guide.
Are we together? Does Covid divide?
Who do I trust to discern what is true?
Who would deceive? And why? What is the cue?
How do I know if I'm taken for a ride?
Swamped by the unknown on a foaming tide,
what of tomorrows? to plan or review?
Seeking someone to blame drives a divide.
A hostile spirit tells of who is at fault.
As if on a ghost train with scares at each jolt,
I shriek in the dark as with spooks I collide.
Hold on a moment, but hold on to whom
when we are distanced, two metres apart?
In isolation the future seems masked.
Time to sanitise my thoughts of such doom,
seeking for words that may help to make sense.
Cleansed by the Spirit now let's take a ride
on the Holy Ghost train with God at our side
with blessings to come from surprising events -
despite the unknown, ever watchful for more.
We can hold on in faith, even alone,
abiding with Christ as in love we are known,
living in hope till a new way is shown.
By faith in God, trust is surely restored.
Categories:
sanitise, blessing, christian, god, spiritual,
Form: Verse
No, I will not sanitize
Lest I am confronted
By another dreadful day!
I refuse to sanitise
I will let myself die
For fear
That I will open my door
On the morrow
To let the news in,
The suited man on my telly
Impregnating my fears
With impregnated death tolls
No, I will not sanitise.
I refuse to sanitise
Or else I open my eyes
Only to close them in disbelief,
Despair massaging my ego
Affliction reigning
Fear rising
Tears escalating
Courage retreating
Humanity falling
No, I say,
I will not sanitise.
I refuse to sanitise
For I fear that
I will look at myself in the mirror
And stare at my worst fear
The man staring back at me
Telling me,
“There’s nowhere to run,
Death sweeps the land
Enveloping humanity
With a heartbreaking
Promise of no healing.”
I want to be taken
I want to close my eyes
And never to open them
My ears forever closed
To the elegies that ring
Behind locked doors
I will not sanitise.
For now,
I will lock myself
Behind my own whiff
Of fading faith
And wait
For my day!
Categories:
sanitise, death,
Form: Blank verse
Asinine alcohol alters me into a paper sniper
Ready to bounce and pounce on any challenger
Who dares to dance his lance in the path of my pied piper
Primed to civilize and sanitise viewpoints of an avenger.
Asinine alcohol magnifies my crucial social strength
Metamorphosing my frail figure into a Gulliver
With mesmerizing might in both girth and length
Although in reality a midget differs from both Oliver Twist and McGyver.
Asinine alcohol rolls my eyes, my world, my brain
Turning every reel of reality topsy-turvy
In a kaleidoscope catapult in which the reign of my refrain
Immortalises illusions, imprisons reason giving way to scurvy.
Asinine alcohol forestalls balls, walls and calls for sobriety
Pouring scorn, whittling away sapience on the horn of moderation
Measured on a scale of propriety, sobriety and impropriety
In the context of consideration, celebration and cerebration.
Categories:
sanitise, poems,
Form: Free verse